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In the rolling torrent, more than 10,000 cavalry and war horses seem to be dragged by water ghosts, and their bodies are heavy, and they appear and disappear from time to time in the stormy waves.

A wave came, and the soldiers in the flood seemed to have been swallowed by a whale, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

On the banks of the river, Yelu Chunxi, Movol, Zamulei and the lucky river crossers, when panicked, retreated again and again, for fear of being swept into the roaring torrent by the rolling waves.

More than 10,000 elite horses, not shrouded in horse leather, not killed on the battlefield, in the blink of an eye, let the surging torrent swallow up, as if swallowed by the blood of the giant beast, the bones are gone.

The river beach is the only one left to shout angrily, and the rolling waves respond.

In the battlefield battle, he has long been numb to death, but suddenly losing more than 10,000 elite horses, Movol still can't stand it.

Zamurai was equally preoccupied, and furious, his cheeks flushed and his whole body trembled.

Yelu Chunxi was panicked, and when he was moving forward, he guessed that Yang Yue would have a conspiracy, but unexpectedly, Yang Yue set up a set in advance.

If Movol had listened to her proposal, there would have been 10,000 casualties.

What's more, after the heavy casualties, the elite cavalry around him was indignant, wanting to take revenge on the shame, and when pursuing, in case Yang Yue continued to set up a trap, the danger was incalculable.

On the north bank, Yang Yue led the troops, on a piece of river sand, and the flying cavalry all turned their heads, raised their heads and laughed wildly, echoing in the sky laughter, full of contempt and contempt.

With 20,000 flying horses alone, it is difficult to shake more than 50,000 elite horses, and fighting head-on with them is undoubtedly a mantis arm blocking the car, and it is beyond their own strength.

However, the power of nature has helped to inflict heavy damage on the enemy's elite cavalry.

The two armies did not fight, and easily cleared 10,000 elite cavalry, both in terms of momentum and quantity, and all of them dealt a severe blow to the Khitan elite cavalry.

According to Yang Yue's strategy, as long as Movol is angry, leading the soldiers to insist on pursuit, behind the sword mountain and sea of fire, difficult Xiongguan, ordered Movol and his subordinates to ride and become a lost dog.

At this time, Zhao Xuanhu pointed to the river beach, rode in fear, rode close to Yang Yue, and proposed: "Lord Wang, the enemy is panicking, and the last general asks to lead the troops to attack, and the other party is caught off guard."

"There is no need to lead the troops, this king kills alone! You lead the troops, do as planned, and walk through the quicksand." Yang Yue denied Zhao Xuanhu's proposal.

Zhao Xuanhu was stunned, and said with a worried face: "Killing alone is extremely dangerous!"

"It's okay, hurry up and don't let Movol see through our plan and lead the troops to retreat." Yang Yue commanded categorically.

"Yes!" Seeing that Yang Yue's face was firm and unquestionable, Zhao Xuanhu took the order, led his subordinates to fly and rode towards the northern river sand.

At this time, Yang Yue's face sank, raised the halberd of the painted sky, galloped on his horse, and shouted wildly: "Movol, do you like this big gift, you and the cavalry under the tent are completely soft, and you can't even cross the kneeless river, what's the use of leaving a knee, this king will clean it up for you today,"

When Movol was furious, he suddenly heard Yang Yue's sarcastic words, looked at the rolling torrent, gradually disappeared Jingcai, and then watched the enemy evacuate, Yang Yue rode alone to kill.

For a moment, he clutched his mace tightly and shouted to the panicked elite rider next to him: "All cheer up and meet the enemy general!"

Dead and wounded 10,000 horsemen, Yang Yue dared to kill single-handedly, as if ignoring tens of thousands of elite horsemen, since he was so arrogant and arrogant, he took advantage of a thousand good opportunities to do it in groups, and he was quick after killing.

Panicked, the elite cavalry gathered troops in a hurry, wanting to form a trap and besiege it.

Yelu Chunxi was surprised when he saw Yang Yue riding alone, and admired Yang Yue's courage.

What he is facing is thousands of troops, tigers and wolves, even if Yang Yue is fierce, he comes on a single horse, what is the difference between a moth fighting a fire.

However, if something goes wrong, there must be a demon, Yang Yue is not arrogant and reckless, he came alone, and he must rely on it.

I couldn't help but remind Movol: "General be careful, that Yang Yue thief, his martial arts are far superior to General Attila, and he should not be underestimated."

"Rest assured, the princess has her own opinions." In Movol's hideous face, a little confidence appeared.

At this time, a little of the reactive elite horsemen saw Yang Yue riding alone, and hurriedly pulled the bow and shot arrows.

Ten thousand clansmen were swept into the torrent, and they wanted to break Yang Yue's body into thousands of pieces and vent their inner anger, so the arrow rain was extremely intensive.

At this moment, Yang Yue didn't dare to hold his own martial arts, so he broke through thousands of troops and horses alone, otherwise, the longbow in the Khitan elite rider would not shoot him into a hornet's nest.

In the process of moving forward, the halberd of the painting sky was oblique, and he picked up the big stones in the middle of the riverbed, and threw it to the horse who hurriedly pulled the bow and shot the arrow.

Immediately, he waved the Celestial Halberd, which was lightning fast and blocked the rain of arrows in the air.

Suddenly, a clanging sound sounded in the riverbank.

The broken arrow flew down from the air and fell into the riverbank, Yang Yue shouted angrily and shouted: "Old horseman, dare to fight this king alone?"

Movol snorted lightly, seeing that the elite rider was like a rain of arrows, forcing Yang Yue to move an inch, and shouted: "Shoot with all your strength and kill that scumbag."

At this time, Yang Yue's eyes glanced to the rear, and saw Zhao Xuanhu leading the troops through the quicksand, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, drawing a halberd, and slamming it on the boulder under the horse, and the boulder flew out, and immediately, turned the horse's head and headed north.

"Bastard!" Seeing Yang Yue retreating alone, Movol shouted angrily.

At first, Yang Yue approached on a single horse, and he thought that Yang Yue was brave and killed alone, but unexpectedly, before he got close, Yang Yue turned his horse's head and withdrew.

However, the distance between the two sides is only a stone's throw away, and thousands of troops are pursuing, and he Yang Yue is difficult to fly.

A hideous smile appeared on Movol's face, and he shouted to the elite rider beside him: "Chase, chase quickly, don't let Yang Yue escape."

At this time, Yelu Chunxi kindly reminded: "General, don't pursue, at the end of the river beach, there is a mass grave, Yang Yue set a trap in the upper reaches of the river, and he will definitely deploy in advance in the mass grave, and the general must not be induced by Yang Yue, regardless of the life of the Khitan elite horse."

Yang Yue was menacing, but he fled without a fight, obviously deliberately delaying time, at this moment, most of the flying cavalry marched towards the mass grave, risky forward, the danger is unpredictable.

However, he was humiliated, the revenge was not avenged, Yang Yue was close at hand, how could Movol miss the opportunity!

"Princess, although there is a chaotic wind in front of us, but tens of thousands of elite horsemen are pursuing, even if we are not vigilant and encounter a crisis, we can still easily confront the 20,000 enemy troops in front of us, kill the enemy army, capture the enemy chieftain alive, and avenge the dead clansmen." Before Movol could speak, Zamur spoke to dissuade him.

At this moment, he was ashamed of Yelu Chunxi, and he had already been replaced by avenging the clansmen.

Even if Yelu Chunxi is a Khitan princess, she can't control her anger and kill the sane cavalry.

Kill the enemy, they just want to kill the enemy, revenge.

"Princess, the matter of the battlefield, the final general has his own decision." Movol Road.

Tens of thousands of elite riders, ridiculed and humiliated by Yang Yue, 10,000 elite riders, rolled into the rolling torrent in front of their eyes, if they don't take revenge, how can they save face, I'm afraid it will be difficult to gain a foothold in the army.

What's more, in the intelligence, there are quicksand traps in the river beach, and the enemy is lucky to pass through, but behind the chaotic wind hill is a steep ravine and dense jungle.

Yang Yue led the troops to go, even if he managed to do it on the way, how much damage would it cause to the elite cavalry?

On the other hand, the enemy cavalry only had 20,000, and they continued to chase wildly, forcing them into the Chaofeng Gang, and Yang Yue and his cavalry had no way to escape, at that time, it was a good opportunity to destroy the enemy.

Without hesitation, without hesitation, Movol raised his mace and shouted to the spirit rider who was eager for revenge: "Go forward cautiously, pay for blood debts and blood, today, kill Yang Yue, reward a thousand gold, kill the enemy soldiers, give war horses."

Under the heavy reward, there will be brave men!

What's more, in the face of the deep hatred in the sea of blood, venting the anger in his heart, there is no need to reward him, tens of thousands of elite riders will not let Yang Yue escape.

Eager for revenge, they listened to Movol's orders, raised their scimitars, shouted and galloped, regardless of the danger in front of them, and pursued north.

Movol, Zamulei led the cavalry forward, Yelu Chunxi couldn't help but have a bitter face, admiring Yang Yue's methods.

The Khitan generals were mostly irritable, dared to fight and kill, fought on the spot, and chased and beat the enemy army.

Compared with other Khitan generals, Movol has a slightly calm personality and is cautious, and his father Khan sent Movol to lead troops against Yang Yue, hoping that Movol will fight steadily and steadily, step by step. Gradually encroaching on Yang Yue's strength,

In the end, Yang Yue was successfully defeated!

It's a pity that people are not as good as heaven! A piece of pink and two simple humiliating words made the generals who used to be calm become furious and furious.

The torrent swept away 10,000 horsemen, causing Movol to lose his mind and become a walking corpse driven by rage.

Looking forward to his father Khan, gradually drifting away, it is possible to bring tens of thousands of elite horsemen into the land of no return.

According to her guess, Yang Yue tried his best to calculate Movol, calculate the Khitan fine horse, and it must not be a heavy blow to the fine horse, most of them were all killed, once and for all.

If there is no trap in the river beach, the three armies will be happy, if a trap is set in the river beach, and then the soldiers will be lost, I am afraid that it will attract Yang Yue to counterattack.

For a while, I didn't dare to imagine, I just expected that Yang Yue was not as shrewd as he imagined.

However, Yang Yue noticed that the cavalry was rushing to the south, and he couldn't help but chuckle, took off the iron-tired bow on his back, and often turned suddenly and shot the pursuers.

Away from the river beach and breaking into the sea of sand, Yang Yue is much more cautious, like an earthworm writhing forward in the river beach, but the road is quite safe.

When Movol saw Yang Yue breaking into the quicksand alone, he couldn't help but whisper to Za Mulei: "There are dangers ahead, remind the three armies, move forward cautiously, and don't fall for Yang Yue's tricks."

"General rest assured!" Zamure jaw head.

Immediately, the leading troops slowly moved forward, but the distance between him and Yang Yue did not seem to change much, and even kept approaching.

"Shoot, shoot!" Yang Yue walked forward under the eyelids of thousands of troops, and Zamulei couldn't help but drink wildly. Secretly urging the cavalry to gallop.

Bursts of arrows flew and the cavalry jumped on horseback, like a torrent in a river, spreading to the hillside graves.

It's a pity, no matter how cautious and cautious they are, the galloping elite horses still break into the quicksand, and many war horses seem to step into the air, and like the ground is sinking, and they are trapped in the quicksand with people and horses.

The more you struggle, the faster you sink.

In the blink of an eye, the striker is a thousand elite riders, half of his body is trapped in the quicksand, and life and death are unpredictable.

Zamurai didn't dare to move forward, and when Movol led the troops forward, he hurriedly asked: "General, what should I do, do you want to pursue?"

Movol raised his head, looked at the lucky crossing of the quicksand, sat on horseback, and looked proud Yang Yue, and then looked at the struggling elite rider in the quicksand, his face sank, and shouted: "Continue to move forward, step on the struggling elite rider."