"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh......"

Ying Fei shouted angrily, the arrows in the sky were like rain, and the black pressure was overwhelming, and it shot rapidly.

"Boys, shoot."

The king of the clan Qiang shouted angrily at the same time, both of them were extraordinary, their eyes were full of strength, and they immediately judged the best way to attack. The arrows are like waterfalls, covering the middle three miles.

"Withdraw."

With a flash of eyes, Ying Fei said. One of them turned his horse's head and galloped away. Fang Cai's opponent of the arrow made Ying Fei suddenly clear. The Qiang people's attainments in archery far surpass those of iron armor.

"Drive."

The iron armor turned their horses' heads and ran towards Xiaogu. In the process, countless iron armors fell off the horse. War is fair, and if you attack the strength of the other with your own shortcomings, the end can be imagined.

This time, Ying Fei was a little careless and negligent. The continuous invincibility and the strength of the eight thousand iron armor made him contempt in his heart.

The Qiang soldiers, although not as elite as the eight thousand iron armor. But they play with arrows all day long, riding horses, and for the art of galloping, they go deep into the bone marrow.

And the 8,000 iron armor from the Northern Army has good combat power. But for running, there are very few people who are proficient, and this is the difference between nomads and agricultural peoples.

It's like a chasm that can't be crossed.

Unless, a revolution in military history takes place. The horseshoe and saddle were born, and in the long run, the disadvantages of the farming nation could be slowly leveled.

"Drive."

"Herod."

……

The horses neighed and let out a roar of grief and indignation. Leaving behind a corpse, Ying Fei fled with iron armor. All the way to the east, Yingfei's eyes were red.

This is no longer a lure to the enemy, but a death to the death. One negligence, hundreds of ironclad killed. This made Ying Fei feel uncomfortable and a little painful.

These iron armors followed him from Luoyang to the west, and they belonged to the henchmen of the henchmen. One less of such henchmen is a loss.

"Whew."

Exhale.

"Driving"

With a roar, the horsewhip was raised, and Xiao Hei was whipped fiercely. Ying Fei is very human after all, and her heart is tenacious, which suppresses the fluctuations in her heart.

This time, although the losses were heavy. But at the same time, it also made the Qiang soldiers believe that the Han army was vulnerable, and its strategy of luring the enemy into the depths was perfectly achieved.

"Brother, your revenge will be avenged!"

With a shout of anger, Ying Fei returned to normal. The battlefield is a desperate place, and death and injury are always inevitable.

"The Han thieves in front, stand for this king."

"Kill a thousand knives."

"Drive."

The king of Qiang raised his head to the sky and howled, and said angrily: "Sons, speed up and hunt down the Han people."

"No."

"Kill the Han Chinese."

The deafening roar was like thunder. Resounding in the sky, 10,000 Qiang cavalry, horses like dragons, people like tigers, galloping.

The distance is getting closer.

A thousand steps.

Eight hundred steps.

Five hundred steps.

……

The sound of the horse's hooves behind him was frenzied, like a death drum, beating. Bring 3,500 iron armor, full of pressure. It's a race against death.

The king of the clan calculated the range of the bow and arrows, and kept ordering to approach. And Ying Fei ran desperately, silently counting the ambush in her heart.

Life and death are just a thought.

If the king of Qiang approached a hundred paces first, Yingfei died and the whole army was annihilated. If Ying Fei rushes out of the ambush circle as soon as possible, the king of Qiang will die and the whole clan will be wiped out.

It's a gamble.

Bet with your life and bet on the four counties of Dunhuang.

"One hundred and twenty steps."

muttering in his heart, the Qiang King's eyes flashed, and he shouted: "Approaching twenty steps."

"No."

Twenty steps, in the blink of an eye. The king of Shiqiang had the confidence to shoot to end this panicked Han army and recapture the second county of Xiaogu.

Glancing at the surrounding terrain. Ying Fei's expression was cold, the corners of her mouth curled up with a touch of mockery, and she shouted: "Speed up and rush over."

"No."

Three thousand five hundred iron armor snorted one after another. They all knew that as long as they rushed out of here, the army that was ambushed here could be encircled in an instant. Defeat the clan and kill the clan Qiang king.

Northwest.

In the bushes, Guo Jia looked at the Qiang people, and the last one entered the encirclement. His eyes erupted with a shocking murderous intent, and he shouted: "Raise the fire, close the circle."

"No."

The wolf smoke billowed up, like a giant dragon, soaring upward. At the same time, the armies on all sides moved, roaring towards the sky: "Kill."

Shouting and killing, the four fields moved in unison.

Xiao Zhan took the lead, leading the iron armor from the southwest to kill. In the northeast, Lu Wolf also moved, and two thousand light horsemen swept down, like an arrow off the string.

Due east, five thousand Wei warriors stood fiercely. Draw the bow with an arrow and shoot it. At the same time, the beacon fire was ignited, led by Guo Jia, a thousand iron armor and a thousand light horsemen, to encircle the northwest.

It turned out that after Ying Fei left, Guo Jia thought about it again and again. It is believed that the whole Annihilation of the Qiang clan will be surrounded on all sides to prevent a retreat. Therefore, the layout of Yingfei was changed, and 1,000 iron armor and 1,000 light horses were transferred to the northwest.

"King, Han Army."

"There are Han troops on all sides, and our army has ambushed ......"

……

"Poof."

A knife cut off the head of the soldier, and the Qiang king's tiger eyes dripped blood. He knew that today, the clan was finished. This time, it was clearly the enemy, arranged to trap and lure him into drilling.

"Whoever disturbs the morale of the army, die."

The blade dripping with blood, cold, cold. King Qiang, who has been on the throne for many years, is extremely ruthless. He knew that the clan Qiang and the Han army could not coexist.

There can only be one of the two, for today's plan, the only way to kill!

"Sons, there are thieves on all sides, there is no way to retreat, fight to the death!"

The sword was raised, and he raised his arms and shouted angrily. Now the king of the clan Qiang has no choice but to kill and stop killing in order to survive. The stimulated Qiang soldiers let out a wave of sorrow all over their bodies, raised their swords high, and shouted angrily.

"Fight to the death."

"Fight to the death."

"Fight to the death."

The angry shouts shook the sky, and a fearless momentum swept through the entire clan's Qiang soldiers. Their eyes were red, their feelings were gone, and only a fierce killing intent remained.

At this moment, Ying Fei also turned the horse's head. Hearing the angry shouts of the Qiang soldiers, a shock surged in his heart.

The art of war is cloudy: the mourning soldier will win.

Now the Qiang people are forced to a dead end by it. Instead of losing their fighting spirit, they became a mourning soldier. Ying Fei's eyes flashed, and she turned her head and shouted.

"Iron armor ready."

"No."

Three thousand five hundred iron armor, with arrows and bows, aimed in the direction of the Qiang people. In the face of such a mourning army, it is not a good strategy to face it with hard regrets.

The mourning soldier is like a rainbow, like a sharp sword.

At the same time, Guo Jia also noticed it. It's a pity that the encirclement is too big. His eyes flashed with a gleam, and he turned his head and shouted, "Bow and arrow ready."

"No."

"Kill."

The Qiang King's eyes were as red as blood, his sword fell, and he gave the order to charge into battle. He understood that only by breaking through the Han army's military formation could he have a chance of survival.

"Shoot the arrows."

At the same time, four angry shouts rang out.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh......"

Overwhelming arrows rose from all sides and shot the Qiang people. The arrows were like dark clouds, like showers, dense and sharp.

At this moment, Ying Fei and the others all made a choice, giving up the advantage of cavalry and choosing to break the enemy with an arrow array.

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