Because the fleeing cavalry exaggerated the number of the Qiang, the Phantom Moon King decided to send 4,000 cavalry to Leerluo, and the 4,000 fierce Xiongnu iron cavalry had no suspense against the five or six thousand Qiang. However, he only gave Leer two days, and he had to rush back anyway within two days.

The plan of the suspicious soldiers cannot be delayed for too long, if the 20,000 Donghu people in Wuwei City find that they only have 4,000 people. I'm afraid I'll rush out of the city and attack at once.

Leerluo set out with 4,000 men and horses in the afterglow of the setting sun. Since the Huns had been besieging the city for a month and a half, the nearby pastures were unsuitable for grazing. Gulhan and his herding team traveled a long way, thirty or forty miles from the camp. It's no wonder that Tudo and Leran chose their team as the target of the attack.

When I arrived at the scene of the incident, it was already dark. Aside from the torn corpse, Leerfall had nothing to gain.

"Light a torch and search in the footsteps of cattle and sheep."

Leerluo didn't have much time, and the Phantom Moon King only gave him two days. When the time comes, even if he doesn't give the order, the other thousand horsemen will leave with their own men.

The traces of seven or eight thousand cattle and sheep are not ordinarily large, and the Huns who live in the steppe all year round can easily find the traces.

After discerning the direction, it was towards the south where the Qiang people were. It seems that they want to go home with the booty. Leer's teeth creaked, and he followed the footsteps like four thousand iron riders.

It happened in the morning, and it was already night when Leerloy arrived. There was a difference of more than four hours, but he believed that a man on a horse could go faster than a cow or a sheep. It's only a matter of time before they catch up.

The Huns, who had been chasing all night, were some sleepy and tired. The footprints are getting fresher and fresher. When finally the white of the fish's belly was revealed in the east, those damned Qiang people came out of their field of vision.

The scenery of this place is quite beautiful, with a small rippling lake on the left. There are continuous wetlands around the lake, and there are not swans and geese that water birds scurry up from the wetlands. The chirping of the birds is very nice, but Leerfall knows it. It was the death of the cavalry, because the wetlands were swamps full of traps. Whether it is a man or a horse, there is a danger of falling into the quagmire at any time.

To the right is a large forest, nourished by moist air and abundant water. When the breeze blew, the branches crackled together. The Huns were unfamiliar with the forest, and they had an instinctive fear of these towering giant trees.

Between the forest and the lake, there are three or four miles of open land. Beyond this place is the endless savannah.

Leer Luo waved his horsewhip excitedly, "Brothers. Our enemies are ahead. Let's rush forward and avenge the death of our dead brethren by killing these damned Qiangs. Take back the cattle and sheep that belong to us. ”

With that, Leer flew forward first. It doesn't take much fancy to deal with these primitive Qiang people, and a charge can rush these girls to pieces. When the Qiang people were the opponents of the Great Hun warriors.

The chaotic sound of horses' hooves. Tread on the tranquility of the early morning. The finches in the wetlands fluttered into the sky. Strangely enough, there was no movement in the forest.

Filled with excitement, Leerlo didn't notice anything unusual. The Hun cavalry in the charge was equally unnoticed. The Hun cavalry shouted, waving their blades and rushing towards the Qiang people marching on the grassland.

Those hateful Qiang people were still walking unhurriedly, as if they didn't take them seriously at all. This angered these Hun men even more. The honor of the Great Hun warriors could not be despised like this. We must kill these Qiang people who dare to despise themselves.

The speed of the war horse was pushed to the extreme, and the angry Huns decided to rush forward and give the Qiang a hard blow.

To avoid the terrible swamp, the cavalry was very close to the forest. After all, the forest will not trap war horses, and the Huns are more taboo about swamps than woods.

The problem is that they are so close, so close that they are only a little more than a hundred steps away.

Suddenly a muffled thunder exploded in the sky, and Leerluo felt a little strange how there could be thunder this season. And the sky was very clear, and the fiery red sun on the eastern horizon had poked its head out a little. The clouds in the sky are all dyed golden, how can there be thunder?

Even when Leer was still puzzled, the first wave of arrows had fallen in the woods. The sound of sharp feathered arrows piercing through the cowhide robe came and went. Countless Hun knights and horses were shot by arrows.

The horse that was hit by the arrow jumped and jumped, and the knight on the horse was thrown off his horse. Then the galloping horses' hooves trampled them into pulp.

The formation of the charge was chaotic in an instant, and Leer's pupils shrank as small as a pin's nose. The Qiang people don't have bows and arrows, they don't have that skill. So who ambushed himself? Donghu people, or Han Chinese?

Leer's heart kept falling, but he didn't slow down. A high-speed moving horse is not easy to be shot, not to mention that he is the arrow of the charge, and once he stops, he will be trampled into pulp by the horse team behind him.

Now he only has one way to go, even if there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire in front of him, he can only rush forward. He regretted rushing to the front with some regrets, and he didn't even have a chance to turn around.

It was clear that all the arrows were being shot in the woods, because the rate of fire was very fast. Before the Huns could adjust, the second wave of arrows had already fired. Then came the third wave, the fourth wave. The Huns hurriedly moved their ranks to the side of the swamp to avoid the blows of their bows and arrows.

Soon they fled within range of their bows and arrows, and Leerluo estimated that eighty percent of the people who ambushed them were Han Chinese. Because the bow of the Han people is very soft, they can only shoot more than 200 steps.

How can the damn Han people get together with the Qiang people, Leer stared at the Qiang people who were only a mile or two away. These women actually stood still, as if watching a play, as if watching a play, their team was attacked by the Han Chinese. Damn Qiang, see if Lao Tzu doesn't catch up and kill you all.

Hey, what's that shiny thing on the ground?

The fiery red sun had already poked out less than half of its head, and Leerlo was surprised to find something shiny on the ground in front of him. It stretched for a mile, and just before these shiny things, countless holes appeared in the ground of the grassland.

It's like the hole that the mole digs out in the prairie when the rat infestation is most rampant. The dense crowd looks very uncomfortable.

Leerluo suddenly felt that he was flying, and he didn't feel wrong that he was really flying. It feels good to fly, and the cool wind blows across your cheeks. The extreme speed is a bit dizzying, but the time is a little shorter.

The soil of the prairie in May is still soft, and Leerluo is not as unlucky as his compatriots who encounter traps in winter. In winter, I flew off my horse like this, and I couldn't take care of myself if I didn't fall to my death. And Leerluo just rolled on the ground a few times, shaking his dizzy head. Spit out the dirt that had been gnawed in my mouth.

Leerluo tried to get up, but every joint seemed to hurt.

There was the constant sound of heavy objects falling to his side, and he knew that his brothers had stepped into a trap like himself.

I don't know who invented this damn method, the hooves of a war horse will be ruthlessly broken when they step into a deep pit. Now there was a horse with a broken leg lying next to the horse that Leer had fallen, and the poor fellow actually broke two legs and wanted to stand up. I'm afraid it won't be able to stand up for the rest of its life.

"Not good." Lehr reacted suddenly, and the huge inertia made it impossible for the team behind him to stop. So ...... yourself Will be trampled into a pulp like those who have fallen off their horses.

Leer didn't care about the pain, and sprang up like a rabbit. Ran in the direction of the swamp.

He guessed correctly, the huge inertia made it impossible for the charging team to stop. Leer, who ran into the swamp, watched the Hun cavalry fall off their horses one by one, and then was trampled under the feet of his companions who rushed up from behind.

In just an instant, the ground was full of a layer of Hun men and horses. Leerluo couldn't believe his eyes, simply digging a few holes in the ground could cause such a big casualty. He felt incomprehensible, incredible.

The men and horses behind finally reined in, but a third of the 4,000 men had already been lost. (To be continued......)