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The little brother is here, waiting for a long time!

In this world, there are thousands of people in the world, but these thousands of people do not make Yanbei feel afraid. What made him feel afraid was only Bogui, the son of the grandson of the Liaoxi Lingzhi Sun clan.

This battle, Yanbei has been planning since last year, and he has begun to think about it, and he has begun to worry...... Until today, it's finally here!

He's waited too long!

The sound of the rumbling horse's hooves made Yan Bei's heart flutter, and he took out the big rings of his hands and raised his knife to point at it, shouting angrily: "Enemy attack!" ”

The subordinates had already received the news, and even if the subordinates outside the tent indulged in their voices, they were still worried in their hearts whether the enemy would attack the camp tonight...... If it weren't for that speculation, they'd have been dead by now. It's not the battle that's scary, it's the fear that you know it's going to happen, but you don't know when the enemy will attack.

Although the soldiers outside the tent had fled with shouts and fled like crazy, hoping to find weapons to protect them, the tents on both sides of the camp were silent, and only the heavy breathing of the sergeants with strong bows and crossbows in the tents made it clear how nervous they were.

Gongsun Chan stepped into the camp first with a spear, and the white horse behind him was like a rainbow, although in the process of attacking the camp, more than 30 horsemen were stabbed by the thistle terrestris and the horse's feet were overturned, but no one would care about those. The blade of the spear pierced a shirtless rebel, and when he turned around to see a little fire in the distance, he roared angrily: "Reinforcements are coming, kill them all for me!" ”

Yicong turned back one after another, and couldn't help but be excited, although they were brave in the world, and they were a little big with 500 strong and 3,000, but now the general is unparalleled, and there are reinforcements coming in the distance.

Hundreds of steps away, Yanbei saw Gongsun Chan roaring with a spear at a glance outside the big tent of the Chinese army, he had seen Gongsun Chan from a distance on the exit hill of the Taihang Eight Paths, and only that glance imprinted the appearance of this mighty and heroic general in the bottom of his heart, at this time, when he saw Gongsun Zhan, his eyes were red, and he tilted his head with the ring knife and said to Pan Ling, who drew his blade: "Bring the guards and follow me!" ”

As soon as the words fell, Yan Bei walked forward with his right hand dragging his big ring of hands, his pace slow and powerful.

At that time, Gongsun Chan was a symbol and the envy of all Youzhou warriors.

And now, Gongsun Chan is still a symbol in Yanbei's heart, a huge stone in his heart, blocking his name from becoming the overlord of Liaodong!

The ring knife fell to the ground, did not drag out the fire, and the twelve pounds of thick back heavy blade between the friction plowed an inch-deep ravine on the ground, one end was the Chinese army tent in Yanbei, and the other was ...... It is the invincible Gongsun Zhan.

Yan Bei longed to fight with Gongsun Zhan, worried, excited, longing, afraid, worried, excited, so most of the inexplicable emotions all came to his head at once, making his cold hairs stand up under the cold armor.

Pan Ling wouldn't give him this opportunity, he didn't need him to shout at all, he just raised the iron piece ring knife in his hand that was tied tightly with wood chips and hemp rope, and those brightly armored and cold-eyed guards drew their blades and followed behind him, and followed Yan Bei straight to meet the white horse Yisu.

Pan Ling enjoys this feeling, it is the feeling of a warrior accompanying him like Yanbei!

This is also his first battle after defecting to his main family Yanbei, and he wants Yanbei to see his ability...... Maybe after this battle, he will also get a bright armor equal to his talent!

Gongsun Zhan paced his horse slowly, and the world's horsemen rode white horses from both sides of him like flowing water, or stabbed with spears or bent bows to shoot straight, and arrows ran through the camp, passing through the armor and through the muscles and bones, bringing a rain of blood.

Yan Bei did not stop, and his subordinates who were used as bait suffered more than 100 casualties in an instant, and if there was no frustrated anticipation of the enemy, Yan Bei doubted that his army would be able to withstand this surprise attack. But this is not enough, those who are riding white horses have not completely rushed into the formation, Yanbei dragged the knife and continued to move forward, he thought that he was the most excited and anxious person in this battle, but it turned out that someone was more anxious than him.

Pan Ling's swift figure swept past him, and as he ran, he picked up several spears held by the campfire with a knife in one hand and several spears under his armpits. "Protect the General!"

"Run a fart, raise a spear for Nayon and stab these white donkeys to death!"

Kicking over a shirtless rebel, as soon as his arm loosened a few spears fell, Pan Ling reached out and grabbed a rod, and his feet kept rushing towards the white horse Yicong who was raging in the camp of three hundred people.

Approaching, Pan Ling threw the spear with his left hand, and the spear shaft of Zhang Er dragged the gray light and poked it on the chest of a white horse, and the spear thrown by the bandit leader who had been in Liaodong for several years was mixed with the force of the galloping horse, and how could it be stopped by the white leather armor inlaid with iron sheets, and the armor skin was broken like a decay, and in the blink of an eye, half a spear pierced through the body, dragging Nayi Cong to the ground.

The moment the spear was taken off, Pan Ling had already jumped up, holding a long knife to meet the righteous servants who were riding and stamping, pulling out and grabbing the spear that stabbed him, he bullied him up, jumped high and raised his knife to slash the rider on the horse, and the left palm of his hand that was worn by the spear shaft was blurred with flesh and blood, but the righteous man who was holding the head of the fang cai shouted more than once, in a vain attempt to stop the chaotic soldiers from fleeing.

Before he could roar a second time, he saw an arrow come at him, and before he could split the shaft of the arrow with his sword, he was struck by a horseman from his mount, and his body was knocked away by the chest of a sturdy steed in the blink of an eye.

Yan Bei witnessed this scene with dozens of Xiaoya guards with long knives and crossbows behind the battle, tilted his head and sighed, "This is a vertical man who knows personal bravery!" ”

Sigh to sigh, Pan Ling's kid has practiced a body of tendons and flesh in the Liaodong Mountains, and he should be able to pick up a life under the collision of the horses, Yan Bei can't sit and watch his subordinates being trampled to death by the cavalry, turned his head and raised his knife to the guard, and said softly: "Drumming." ”

In a moment, the war drums on both sides of the Chinese army's tent sounded at the same time, accompanied by a roaring sound, dozens of brightly armored and energetic Xiaoya soldiers shouted at the same time: "Where are the crossbowmen!" ”

"Where are the crossbowmen?"

The crossbowmen in ambush in the tents on both sides of the camp were waiting for this moment, and the powerful ones picked up the logs supporting the tents and shook them up, and violently removed the tents to the side, revealing a crossbowman waiting for each tent.

Gongsun Zhan didn't feel anything when he heard the sound of war drums, but he only felt that the column of fierce soldiers under the Chinese army's tent was very elite, and there was even a general with a thick back ring knife and a basin collar sleeve armor...... The armor is very exquisite, and in Yuyang, a pair of such armor will cost at least 20,000 yuan.

Gongsun Chan raised his spear slightly, raised his chin in the hood, and he wanted to pick a spear in the face of the traitorous general, only in this way would he not destroy this delicate armor. At the end of the battle, this armor will be given to his bravest men!

But before the horses could begin to charge, they heard the thief raise his sword and shout, and then the tents on both sides of the camp collapsed in an instant, revealing the crossbowmen who were already ready to attack, and pointed at their men one by one.

The sound of the crossbow colliding and the sound of arrows breaking through the air sounded in my ears, and in the blink of an eye, thousands of arrows shot in.

Sou! Sou! Sou!

The sound of the arrow piercing into the soft flesh exploded in Gongsun Zhan's ears, and he was still pulling his reins the moment before riding the middle arrow and planting the mount, "General, go quickly!" ”

Walk? Are you still able to walk now?

However, once the arrows were fired, five hundred horsemen were asked to turn over on their backs, and only the more than 100 riders who rushed high enough to the front were spared, and it was too late to withdraw from the camp at this time. ”

In this era, any northern military commander who is familiar with the battle formation will be accustomed to a set of simple and effective tactics: concentrate a small number of elite infantry or horse troops, find the most suitable angle to directly attack the opponent's commander's own formation, kill the opponent's commander or cause fear to him and retreat, and then cover the killing with a large army to achieve victory together.

This tactic seems a bit too risky to anyone, but for the northern warriors who came from a secluded and cool background, it is their usual tactic, in other words, they don't feel that this kind of tactics of playing with martial arts and lives on the tip of the knife is a strategy...... It's just a tactic that anyone can use.

This is the northern military culture of the third century AD, romantic and fierce.

Yanbei, a martial artist who was also born in Youzhou in the north, saw that Gongsun Zhan's subordinates were shot by a rain of arrows, and then he slapped his horse and speared straight at him, so he knew what he thought.

Taking a deep breath, Yan Bei clenched the ring knife with both hands and dragged the knife forward, rushing towards Gongsun Zhan's galloping single horseman.

Fifty steps apart, the Xiaoya guards raised spears and halberds, around Yanbei.

Gongsun Zhan's five spear edges, aimed at Yan Bei deadly, disdainful of the foot soldiers holding spears in front of him, the target in his eyes was only Yan Bei's face whose whole body was tightly protected by armor, and he wanted to stab the spear into that position.

Poke it in and he'll win!

The frustrated professor in the tent heard the neighing of the horses outside the tent, opened the tent curtain and glanced at it, and immediately collapsed, how could Yanbei run to the front of the formation! And the general on the white horse really stood up with a spear!

"Captain Gao, don't wait for a while now!"

Suddenly, Gao Ran stepped out of the big tent, and with a swing of his long arm, the mixed iron spear standing outside the tent with the swallow flag had already started, and he stepped out and jumped high.

Twenty steps, Yan Bei jumped up, leaned back and raised the thick back ring knife above his head.

Gongsun Zhan's spear was raised, facing Yan Bei's jumping chest, and the horse was still galloping.

Gao Ran stepped on the shoulder armor of a Xiaoya army, and jumped like a big peng in the clouds, hunting with five mixed iron spears.

Ten steps!

The spear blade was about to stab Yan Bei's body, but Yan Bei's ring knife had already been chopped, and the iron spear was stabbed with a knife, and the ring knife was immediately released, and the whole body pounced on Gongsun Zhan who was holding the spear shaft by inertia...... A shadow rose behind him, and Gao Ran, who was holding the tail of the spear, suddenly stabbed out, stabbing the spear towards the head of the white horse!

Bang!

Gongsun Zan was thrown off his mount by Yanbei.

The horse let out a mournful neigh, and the long blade of Gao Yan pierced into the strong horse's chest, penetrating two feet, and the swallow flag fell and dyed half red.