"Trapped?"

The moment Murong Deng saw the moment he was trapped in the camp, his face was like ashes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

But after all, he is a grassland hero, and when he woke up, he was crying and disillusioned with the Xianbei defeated soldiers, and a sentence suddenly came to his mind, the mourning soldiers will win, this is the real mourning soldiers! If there is a glimmer of opportunity, it will definitely go forward.

Murong Deng's previous dead face let out a hearty laugh, with a sad sound in his laughter, and for a while, the Xianbei defeated soldiers were all shocked by it, and they all looked at Murong Deng.

A little marshal asked puzzledly: "Commander Murong Wan, a certain person is on the verge of death, there is no way to go, and there are chasing soldiers when he retreats, why are you still laughing?"

Murong Deng said loudly: "I want a certain Murong Dengben to be a large tribe in Xianbei, from the Guanghe period to the Lu Cheng army as an enemy, first fold the son, then the love general, and finally even the clan soldiers are explained to the Lu Cheng army, and then the Khan alone into the Dan Khan Mountain, the Great Khan saw that a certain brave warrior promoted a certain to the commander of ten thousand horses, I thought that I could be ashamed, but I was defeated again and again, and now it is only one step away from the grassland but far away from the heavenly pavilion, a certain Mei Ji who wants to start Du Gen will also become a slave of others, and a certain will leave with nothing, how can you not laugh?"

Murong Deng was in tears as he spoke, and countless Xianbei soldiers couldn't help but cry when they thought of their wives, children and parents in the grassland.

A brave little handsome stepped forward and debuted: "What are you crying about? How can the descendants of the wolf god solve the problem by crying, the descendants of the wolf god have always relied on the knife in their hands and the crotch to solve the enemy, so I don't believe that so many of us still killed from the eight hundred guarding town. ”

The courage of the Xianbei cavalry that the brave little marshal said greatly increased, and Murong Deng's henchmen roared one after another: "Murong Wan cavalry commander, you are a famous Xianbei general, what do you say we should do?" We'll all listen to you. ”

"Yes, Captain Murong Wan, as long as we can kill back to the grassland, we will listen to you."

Zhu Xiaoshuai expressed his position one after another.

Only then did Murong Deng put away his tears and got up, and looked at Xianbei Zhu Xiaoshuai with sharp eyes and said, "You really listen to something."

"As long as we can kill back to the grassland, whoever dares to disobey the order of Murong Wan Cavalry Commander is disrespectful to the wolf god, and we are willing to be disposed of by Murong Wan Cavalry Commander."

A small handsome came out and shouted, and Zhu Xiaoshuai and his henchman Xianbei broke the soldiers together.

"Okay."

Murong Deng shouted, then stood on a high ground and shouted to the Xianbei rout: "Sons, our homes are all in the grassland, but the trapped camp is in the way we must go home, are you willing to die on the land of the Han Dynasty as a turtle in a foreign land, or do you want to die on the way home to be remembered by the descendants of the wolf god?"

"May I die on the way home."

Thousands of Xianbei soldiers roared.

Murong Deng saw that the time was ripe and shouted: "Sons, form a queue, let the trapped camp see how brave the descendants of the wolf god are, kill!" Come home! ”

"Kill, go home, go home, go home!"

I have to say that when everyone is united, even the mountains and rocks have to avoid their edges.

Gao Shun is still standing in the front and center of the trap camp outside the stone gate barrier, his majestic body is a benchmark for the trap camp, the trap camp does not need any flag, because Gao Shun itself is a military flag, as long as he is there, the trap camp will be as stable as a rock.

In fact, if there is a Han cavalry at the moment when Murong Deng first arrives, the Xianbei rout will definitely break up again, even if Murong Deng has no appeal and is unable to return to the sky, but the trapped camp is a hoplite, and if the trapped camp is killed, the Xianbei rout will flee on horseback.

Rather than let them escape, wait for them to run headlong.

Gao Shun never thought that soldiers were made by training, and the real elites were all made by fighting, Dong Zhuo's Xiliang Iron Cavalry, Lu Bu and Zhou Wolf Cavalry, Gongsun Zhan's White Horse Yicong, and Huangfu Song's Huangzhong Yiyi were all like this.

The real elite must dare to confront the elite enemy army head-on, let alone a Xianbei rout? Even if there are thousands of riders, they still can't get rid of their identity as routs.

"Kill!"

Gao Shun looked at the Xianbei rout soldiers who rode in and shouted quietly: "Raise your shield, throw your spear."

The tall iron shield almost reached the neck, and the sharp javelins rained down on the Xianbei rout, and the Xianbei rout was shot to death, and some even pierced their horses together.

Gao Shun immediately set his eyes on the ownerless horses were still driven and collided by the Xianbei rout, and he didn't even pity the horses, it seemed that the Xianbei rout was really going to fight to the death.

"Javelin, target warhorse."

The trapping camp never questioned the orders sent by the upper peak, and the second round of javelin rain was thrown at the Xianbei rout and sat down on his horse, and the horse was stabbed or stabbed by a single shot, and then the Xianbei rout threw off his back and ran in all directions.

The irascible horses plunged the Xianbei rout into a state of chaos, but the Xianbei rout tried their best to control the horses and rush towards the trap camp, and there was only one target in their eyes, and that was the grassland behind the stone barrier, and the obsession with returning home made them not afraid of death.

The Xianbei rout soldiers followed one after another, stepping on the corpses of their comrades and advancing with the horses, paying the price of blood for every step forward, and a large number of Xianbei routs died in the direction of the first hundred steps before the camp, and it is not an exaggeration to describe the road home with a sentence of flesh and blood.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Under the encouragement of Murong Deng, the Xianbei rout rushed forward regardless of the casualties, and finally rushed to the front of the trapping camp, waiting for them was the big knife of the trapped camp, and the big knife split the Xianbei rout in half with a single blow, and some of them were even killed when they dismounted.

Gao Shun's trapping camp has a tendency to evolve into the Tang Dynasty Mo Sword Formation, but the big sword is not sharp enough, but the physical strength is enough.

"Finally in front of the trap."

Murong Deng breathed a sigh of relief and said to the little marshals beside him: "The next thing is to consume the physical strength of the trapped camp, so the attack strength cannot be weak, once the physical strength of the trapped camp is exhausted, it is the time for us to kill it."

"Not bad, not bad."

Zhu Xiaoshuai nodded one after another, now it is important to save his life, save his strength and wait to return to the grassland, so he desperately cheered up his henchmen, causing the Xianbei rout to send out waves of continuous attacks.

The sun went from mid-day to sunset, and Murong Deng spent every moment like a year, but he still had to show an expression like a pearl in his hand.

The slashing machinery of the soldiers in the trapping camp has become numb, from numbness to a little tired, although the speed of the swing can not be seen, but there is a subtle change in frequency, but this subtle change means that their physical strength is beginning to run out.

Murong Deng was overjoyed, and then looked at the little handsomes around him, one by one, like his dead parents, most of the little handsome's family was wiped out, there were only more than a thousand horsemen in front of him, and thousands of Xianbei cavalry were killed in the camp in just half a day, this efficiency is not too high, okay?

Murong Deng suddenly pointed to the camp and said: "Their physical strength is exhausted, I told them to do everything possible to fill their stomachs, and launch a general attack in a quarter of an hour, can they go back to the grassland to see this blow?"

"Roar! Roar! Roar! ”

The Xianbei cavalry was shocked when they heard this, but Murong Deng's smile was not gone, and a large puff of smoke and dust and the sound of horses' hooves shaking the ground and mountains shook after him.

The smile on Murong Deng's face froze, and he hurriedly turned to look at it, shouting, "Wolf God, don't you care for your children and grandchildren anymore?"