Tuhe was not far from Zimeng River, and Murong Zun was worried that delaying here for too long would delay the opportunity to fight, so he quickly arrived at Tuhe River because it was a light cavalry attacking.

There was originally a small town in this land, but it was destroyed by war a long time ago. After that, the people were separated and gradually became deserted. Later, Wen Fangzhi chose this place as the distribution site for goods, and only built a not-too-large camp based on the terrain, and did not create it on a larger scale.

Looking at the slightly shabby camp ahead, Murong Zun sneered: "These Southern Barbarians have always been arrogant and arrogant, and regard themselves as the lord of China, and seek the surrender of the four barbarians. But if there is no good intentions for me, my father and son, how could they have a foothold in the Liao Bian! Let's fight quickly and capture Wen Hongzu to my place. I have to ask him in person, is I qualified to be the king of Liao Bian!"

At this time, there were only Liu Qun, Wen Fangzhi and others, including the thousands of soldiers under Xu Lang, who were left behind. As for Murong Jiang and others, because they were afraid of fighting, and Wen Fangzhi was worried that these people would turn against each other and make mistakes, so they simply sent them to the nearby mountains and forests to watch the battle.

"This Murong Zun is really unreasonable. He is not in a hurry to return to the country and fight for reign. Instead, he missed the opportunity to fight with this intention."

Liu Qun was wearing armor and stood on the camp post. Seeing Murong Zun's troops quickly spread out their formation in the open area outside the camp, his face was quite sad.

"A stupid person has his own clumsiness, how can he judge it with reason!"

Since Murong Zun usurped the title of King of Yan, Wen Fangzhi knew that he was eccentric in his ambitions and it was not surprising that he had such a move. Seeing that the other party was about to launch an attack, he looked at Xu Lang and asked, "Do you have the confidence to defeat this beast?"

After hearing this, Xu Lang grinned and knocked the chest plate with a scabbard on his body: "Is the envoy, do you want to kill this thief?"

"You should not underestimate the enemy. Although the Murong family is weak and the border, they have many troops bravely fought. The Jie Kingdom's army has failed to encircle and suppress the enemy. Besides, there are many enemies and we are few."

When Liu Qun said this, he paused tone and felt that he should not speak indifferently before the war. He first laughed at himself, and then said, "It is enough to defeat the enemy, there is no need to force the killing. If Murong Zun dies here, we will block the disaster for Murong Jun."

"It's a pity that the Liao horse is weak and difficult to beat the heavy armor."

Xu Lang said regretfully that he led his troops to help Wen Fangzhi. Although there were not many soldiers, they were all elite soldiers who were striving for excellence in the Qingyan army. Naturally, the armed forces were extremely strong. It was only because they came across the sea, and it was difficult to carry the horsepower, and it was difficult to raise excellent war horses in a short time when entering the country in a hurry. Otherwise, the heavy cavalry would come out, and the three thousand light cavalry outside the camp really didn't have to take them seriously.

Murong Zun outside the camp saw that the defense was so simple and he was crowded with people, so he was naturally determined to win. When the soldiers rushed to the front, he rushed forward and shouted loudly outside the range: "I have returned to China this time to eliminate the rebellion. I have no intention of harassing the Jin envoy. If you can leave the camp with respect and help me to resolve the chaos, I will not only not plot to murder you, but will also send you gifts to the country. If you still resist stubbornly."

Before he could finish his words, several powerful crossbows were suddenly shot out in the camp, one of which shot through the head of the horse. The mount under his crotch wailed to the ground. Murong Zun was caught off guard and fell off the horse for a while. Seeing this, the personal soldiers around him rushed forward to rescue him and retreated. Within just a few breaths, the camp flew out again, shooting dozens of people around Murong Zun to death on the spot.

"Damn it! The Southern Crossbows are so powerful"

Murong Zun couldn't help but sweat in his cold sweat when he was surrounded by soldiers. It was not that he had heard that the Southern People's Arms were powerful, because when he was calling out before, he was already far away from the range of the shooting, but he did not expect that he was still within the range of the Southern People's Crossbow. This misjudgment almost cost his life!

"Kill, kill! Break through the camp for me and leave no living!"

In addition to being frightened, Murong Zun was also very fierce, ashamed and angry, waved his arms and roared, and drove the order to attack. Only after his mood calmed down, he added: "The Jin envoy Wen Hongzu and Liu Gongdu, these two people left their living mouths, and the rest were killed without mercy!"

The reason why he personally led the crowd to attack Wen Fangzhi and others was not just a simple battle of intention. On the one hand, he was suspicious and worried that the Jin envoy and his brother Murong Jun would cause his father's death. On the other hand, it was forced by Zhang Ju, the governor of Youzhou, Jie Kingdom. Zhang Ju made a private agreement with him that as long as he could capture the envoy of Jin and send it to Xu Wu, he would support him in inheriting his father's power.

Murong Zun still attaches great importance to the support of Jie Kingdom. Among the brothers in the family, he actually lacks a lot of advantages and does not have strong support from his mother. If it weren't for Murong Jun's murder of his father, and he happened to be in charge of the army, he would have promptly persuaded the general Mu Yugen to support him, he would never dare to think that he could inherit his father's position.

But since the times and fate have pushed him to this point, if he doesn't fight hard, how can a man be worthy of himself for a lifetime?

Seeing that the King's crossbow was so powerful, Liu Qun shot Murong Zun's war horse directly to death. He first slapped the high-highlights, and then couldn't help but feel annoyed: "If I had known that the King's heavy equipment was so fierce, I might as well shoot Murong Zun directly!"

He mistakenly thought that the soldiers were under pressure because of his words just now, but in fact, shooting targets at such a long distance was not guaranteed in terms of accuracy. Xu Lang did not explain much about this. He first ordered the soldiers on the village wall to carry out the second round of laying, and he himself led 300 soldiers to line up behind the village gate to wait for the fighter plane.

After receiving the order of the main general's attack, the Murong light cavalry outside the camp launched an attack on the front of the camp. Thousands of people galloped, which made the world change in color for a moment. Even this simple camp trembled faintly.

The king's army has not fought in the desert for a long time, and this battle aims to establish its authority, so naturally it will not retain its strength. The crossbows and heavy weapons carried by Xu Lang have been set up at this moment. The arrow nets are intertwined and poured down, and they instantly shot the forwards of Murong's troops.

Murong Zun was nearly shot to death before, but he was still in fear and did not dare to show off his strength and lead the way. He was sweeping back and seeing his elite soldiers falling to the ground under the shooting skills of the Jin army's powerful arrows, his heart was cramped and his teeth were itchy.

The Murong army's soldiers were brave and strong, even not inferior to the elites of Jie Kingdom, otherwise it would be difficult to maintain under the fierce attack of Jie Kingdom. However, as the main attacking side, they had no geographical home advantage to rely on. In addition, the opponent in this battle was the Xingtai King's Army, whose temper was repaired to the point of being weak, and they had never seen this powerful army in this world.

The Murong tribe has been in the desert for a long time and is useless. Although the three thousand light cavalry of Murong Zun is also an elite soldier who has been fighting for a long time, his armor rate is not high. It can be said that except for the soldiers in the army, most ordinary soldiers do not even have iron covered bodies. The thin leather armor may resist some of the decayed arrows. However, under the coverage of the powerful crossbow of the king's army, this is a completely unobstructed human-shaped target!

In this round of charge alone, two or three hundred cavalrymen under Murong Zun were shot directly on the front line, and the corpses of men and horses were covered with the battlefield, which looked extremely tragic!

"The Southern Barbarians deserve to die, deserve to die"

Seeing that his own soldiers suffered so much casualties, Murong Zun was so distressed that his face turned pale. Although he had a lot of people, only a small part of his direct subordinates belonged to him. This was the basis for his future domination of the Liao border, but he was shot here meaninglessly, and his hatred for the Jin army was naturally achieved.

After paying hundreds of lives, he could not even touch the edge of the simple camp. After all, although the Murong army's soldiers were brave, they were all flesh and blood. Seeing that the robes in front fell in a row, how could they dare to use flesh and blood to greet the terrifying arrows of the Jin army with flesh and blood. Naturally, the formation collapsed and flew backwards.

Liu Qun, who was watching the battle in the village wall, was so excited that his old face turned red. If he had not seen it with his own eyes, he would have never imagined it. Especially when he was watching the vicious soldiers of the Murong tribe in a mess, Liu Qun was so excited that he twisted his beards and laughed. As he smiled, his eyes turned red until tears flashed, and his tone was filled with sadness: "The heaven will not abandon you, Wang Ye will prosper again! Unfortunately, the ancestors of the heroes are hard to see the magnificence."

At this moment, Liu Qun truly felt why Wen Fangzhi, even if this young man was imprisoned, still had a strong courage and had such a strong backing behind him. Even if the Hu thief was vicious in the Liao border, what would he be afraid of?

At this time, all the enemy troops outside the village had retreated to the front line, and after nearly an hour of riots and adjustments, the formation was in a tendency to gather.

After seeing the terrible nature of the Southern King's Division, Murong Zun no longer dared to underestimate his opponent. This time the attack was adjusted. The soldiers no longer rushed forward, and thousands of soldiers gathered on the front of the battlefield, while hundreds of others dispersed to the wings, looking for a way to be close to the rear of the camp between the mountains, rivers and lakes.

After all, the frontal battle formation is not the current Murong army's military strength. The complex geographical situation in the Liao border has limited their combat style to a certain extent. The battle rhythm they are familiar with is fully utilized to make use of the numerous terrain advantages of the Liao border mountains and forests, and guerrilla battles and waiting for an opportunity to kill.

After the formation was adjusted, the thousands of cavalry in front were bullied into the camp again, but this time the attack was much more cautious. It no longer rushed forward violently, and the formation was completely dispersed, and the Jin army would no longer concentrate on giving the opportunity to shoot.

This time the attack was quite effective. Although the Jin army in the camp was fierce, its pawn strength was limited, so it was difficult to spread the rain of arrows covering the entire battlefield.

After paying dozens of lives, the cavalry of Murong troops gradually understood the rhythm of the arrow shooting of the Jin army. After reaching the most dangerous area, the soldiers scattered on the front suddenly shouted loudly, and the war horses under their crotch exerted force and rushed straight towards the camp. This also shows that it is not unreasonable that Murong troops can dominate the Liao border.

Although the King's Army at the top of the city tried its best to fire two rounds of arrow rain, the effect was not careful this time. The Murong army's soldiers rushed into the village wall and shot upwards at the top of the wall. Although the Murong's bow and weapon were soft and weak compared to the King's Army, they also had excellent lethality within such a close distance, which could form a certain suppression on the King's Army.

The arrows on the village wall were suppressed, and it was more convenient for the soldiers of the Murong tribe to charge and bully them. Soon hundreds of Murong tribe soldiers gathered under the village wall to prepare for the real attack.

At this moment, the village wall was open and had already been arranged here. Xu Lang, who had been waiting for the battle for a long time, led 300 elite soldiers to hold the sabers in both hands, and the formation was solid like an iron wall and rushed straight towards the Murong army's soldiers.

Compared with the Jin army's royal army with strong armor, the Murong army's soldiers were simply soft maggots, and they gathered under the village wall, without even basic impact. This battle was much more violent than the previous charge, and it could not even be called a battle. It was simply a massacre of the Jin army's self-reliance on its strong armor and weapons!

Although the Murong team itself has a lot of brave soldiers, even though the equipment is completely at a disadvantage, they still rush to the royal army without fear of death. However, the swords and guns in their hands pierced on the King's soldiers, and they could not even break the armor. The swords and lights in the King's soldiers flew over and the touches were killed, without exception!

So, after nearly a quarter of an hour of fierce fighting, the Murong troops and other soldiers fled back again after leaving behind their broken limbs and broken arms.
Chapter completed!