Layers of darkness enveloped the land of Guanzhong.

When he heard the sound of countless fine weapons breaking through the air, Old Li had no time to roar "enemy attack" and fell into a pool of blood with a hundred Zaoyang soldiers under his command. The dense arrows were pierced like rice stalks. The torches that fell to the ground were gradually extinguished in the gurgling blood.

Taking advantage of the last bit of light, Lao Litou saw countless Mongolians appearing in the darkness. The crystal-clear sword light flashed, and Lao Litou's memory began to stop.

The Mongolian barbarians could not help but come.

In the darkness, countless Mongolian soldiers in leather armor appeared, picked up the arrows on the ground and put them back into the quiver. Then, he lifted the saber in his hand silently, cut off the heads of the Zaoyang army soldiers lying in a pool of blood, and then strung them together and tied them around his waist. He stepped on the blood-stained ground and continued to move forward.

Such a scene is not uncommon outside the Zaoyang Army’s defense line on the Jingzhao Prefecture.

Everything is like a pantomime, but this scene full of blood and tyranny is even more heart-shaking than a sound fight.

The pantomime was eventually broken by a rocket.

As a rocket cut through the sky and crashed into the darkness, a few sparks suddenly appeared under the heavy night sky, and then a flame more than ten feet high rose into the sky, reflecting half of the night sky into blood red.

With the volcano that soared into the sky, the originally silent earth suddenly came alive.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding!"

The rapid sound of golden sounds combined with the sounds of "enemy attack" and "Mongolian barbarians are coming", and hot blood flowers began to bloom under the red night sky.

Umurshan and Duliang, who were sitting upright on the war horse, looked at each other.

"The Song people are indeed treacherous, and there are still hidden stakes."

Du Liang's face was gloomy. You should know that the first one to clean up the scouts of the Zaoyang Army were all elites under Umurshan. If the Zaoyang Army had not ambushed the stakes and had set up a pile of firewood to ignite the rockets for warnings, if the elite scouts of Umurshan swept the Song army scouts outside the Zaoyang Army fortress, Du Liang would be 90% sure to send the head of the Song army to the tent of Subutai tonight.

Obviously, in the past month, his turtle-shrinking behavior did not dispel the people of Song people's vigilance.

"How could there be mediocre talents under Meng Gong's account? I'm afraid you're thinking too much."

Umurshan glanced at this former colleague and snorted coldly.

He could understand Du Liang's mood, but at this moment, Du Liang obviously no longer had the courage of a Mongolian man. He just wanted to sneak in, but he never thought of taking back the glory he had lost. It seemed that Meng Gong had completely defeated Du Liang's courage in the battle.

Umurshan has decided that even if Du Liang can complete the task assigned to him by General Su Bu, he will persuade General Su Bu to exile Du Liang after he returns.

Du Liang could naturally hear the sarcasm in Umurshan's words, but at this moment he asked Umurshan for help, but he did not dare to refute any, so he had to laugh awkwardly.
Chapter completed!