Chapter 382: The battle begins!

The withered grassland, the vast desert...

At the command of General Hua Xiong, 210,000 five-guard cavalry encircled the sunset from four directions.

The 210,000 iron cavalry was so powerful that it could bring about a huge wave of blood and storm on the grassland. Wherever the huge iron cavalry passed, whether it was the whistle cavalry sent by the Xianbei people or the herdsmen who made their living on the grassland, they were all slaughtered.

Killing and looting are one of the major features of this iron cavalry composed of grassland gangsters and Han bandits. For a moment, the grassland was filled with beacons and blood. A large number of grassland tribes were washed away by blood, and countless herds of cattle, sheep and horses became their spoils. They followed the five guards from afar and became the mobile granary of this iron cavalry.

Using war to support war and stop killing is the original intention of Huangfu Jian to form the ghost cavalry!

Although the ghost cavalry has now been changed to the Five Guards, it cannot change their nature. This huge iron cavalry is like a group of crazy wolves. In order to survive, they keep biting on the grassland, and biting whoever they catch. I don’t know how much the population of the grassland has dropped sharply in more than ten years? Ten thousand, one hundred thousand, or one million, I’m afraid that even Hua Xiong, the leader of the ghost cavalry, doesn’t know.

After four days of long-distance raid, crossing the grassland and the desert, the five guards finally arrived at the periphery of the setting sun.

The hazy morning light, the blood-colored sun, and the mountains and mounds around the setting sun are already vaguely visible.

Several tall and majestic golden tents in the middle of the Sunset Plain emit light red and golden light under the rising sun. They look charming and extremely spectacular from a distance. If they were not facing life and death, the various tribes of the Great Xianbei would not have joined forces. They are stationed in this Sunset Plain, and it is even more impossible to see so many golden tents at the same time.

The continuous tents were filled with tempting fragrance, and the setting sun was filled with light smoke. The early Xianbei people were busy roasting the whole lamb, cooking horse wine, and preparing food for their masters and themselves for the whole day.

A black horse, a sharp spear, a strong bow, and more than a dozen personal guards. The old coach Murong Feng stood on a low-high mountain, watching the sun rise like a stone sculpture, wondering what he was thinking.

"Gozi, is there any news about the whistle cavalry ahead?" Murong Feng slowly turned around and asked a guard behind him.

Although the Xianbei people did not have the intelligence agencies that spread all over the world in the Dawu Kingdom, they had unique advantages in messaging. They used an animal called eagle eagle to convey information, which was extremely fast and much faster than the carrier pigeons in the Dawu Kingdom. The Xianbei people had an eagle eagle tribe that specialized in raising eagles and feeding eagles for a living. Usually they relied on the eagle eagle eagle eagle to hunt, and during the war these eagle eagle eagle trained shouldered the mission of conveying information.

In four days, no eagle eagle came back, did not receive any information about the ghost cavalry, nor did it happen about the Dawu *** team. The old coach Murong Feng instinctively felt uneasy. If something abnormal happens, there will be monsters!

Fifty thousand Xianbei cavalry were hiding in the setting sun in order to catch the Dawu Kingdom off guard. They wanted to rush to Chang'an when Chang'an was empty and rushed to Guanzhong to win a glimmer of life for the surviving Daxianbei. But now they could not catch the elusive ghost cavalry on the grassland, nor did they know the reality of the Chang'an City of Dawu Kingdom. They became a group of blind men who were staying in the setting sun, unable to move or stay, like a group of livestock waiting to die.

Murong Feng looked at the quiet sunset land and looked at the continuous curtains filled with smoke, and felt extremely heavy.

"You are the general! No!" The guard who was called a dog by Murong Feng answered respectfully.

"It's been four days, there's no news..." Murong Feng already knew the result, but he still wanted to confirm it.

"Dong, dun, dun..."

The hills under Murong Feng's feet trembled slightly, like the pulsation of the earth. An extremely low sound came faintly in the air. This vibration was very weak, so weak that it was almost impossible to hear. It was mixed with the sound of the wind, and most people would not notice anything abnormal at all.

But Murong Feng had been through the battlefield for a long time, and his intuition was so sharp. In this moment, Murong Feng knew what was going on, his face suddenly changed, and his white beard trembled with the mountain wind.

"Enemy attack..."

The steady old coach Murong Feng was shocked and shouted loudly.

Murong Feng, who had been dealing with Ma Qun for a lifetime, discovered an extreme abnormality from this subtle voice. This is not something that can be seen by eyes. This is the old coach Murong Feng has developed a sense of smell for many years, like a fox spirit sniffing.

The horn sounded like a crying in the wind and a sob of sand and dust.

The guards behind Murong Feng blew the horn they carried with them.

It was too fast, the enemy came too fast, and the Great Xianbei Iron Cavalry was hiding in the Sunset Yuan, and the purpose of making profits in the chaos was exposed! Murong Feng didn't understand how the Ghost Iron Cavalry discovered them, and he was afraid he wouldn't know until he died.

The adults and generals of Xianbei tribes who were enjoying the browned roast lamb and the mellow horse wine sent by their slaves in the golden tent, heard the sound of the desolate horns, their faces changed drastically. Without thinking too much, they grabbed the crispy lamb legs in one hand and hurried out of the tent with a sword in the other hand.

The Xianbei tents suddenly became a noisy ocean, and 50,000 Xianbei iron cavalry called horses and neighed, gathering in the chaos.

Just when the Xianbei Lord Mijia in the eastern part of the country, the Grand Marshal Queji and Suli, and the Xianbei Lord in the central part of the country, Ke Ji and Ke Ji came out of the tent and rode a war horse, clusters of beacons ignited on the mountains around the setting sun, and the beacon smoke swayed and rushed straight to the clouds.

The war begins with all directions!

The elders and generals of the Xianbei tribes, one of the great men's faces was gloomy, like the black wolf smoke ignited on the surrounding mountains.

"Master!" At some point, Ke Bi Neng rode a horse and appeared beside Murong Feng with dozens of followers, and shouted in a low voice. For this Xianbei war god-level figure in the central part of the Xianbei, Ke Bi Neng respected the young and powerful man from the heart.

"You are here!" Murong Feng looked ahead and did not look back, but just said lightly.

The louder the sound, the more shocking the ground!

At this time, standing on the mountains around the setting sun, the five guards were clearly visible. The horse's hooves roared, the battle flag rolled in the sky, and the earth was trembling! The 160,000 five guards rushed towards the setting sun with the momentum swept through the sky.

Murong Feng's face was solemn, standing on the mountains, his body remained motionless, and his eyes were staring at the front.

Ke Bi could look at the five guards who were getting closer and closer, his body trembled slightly, his face looked a little ugly, but there was a hint of excitement in his eyes. I don’t know if it was because of tension or the coming blood!

"Master, can we win?" Kebi could stare straight at the respectful old coach, trying to find the answer from his old face.

"No!" Murong Feng shook his head, sighed lightly, and then replied.

Ke Bi Neng's mind was roaring when he heard Murong Feng's words. The Great Xianbei was over! The Great General said that he could not. Who else could reverse the war and save the Great Xianbei from the Jedi? The 50,000 Xianbei cavalry is the last force of the Great Xianbei people. If he is defeated again, the Great Xianbei will be over!

From the sound of horse hooves running, Murong Feng could also judge the number of enemies without looking at it. Just in front of him, forty thousand iron cavalry appeared in one direction, and what about the other three directions? Murong Feng's face turned dark, and his heart was also cold, many times colder than the morning breeze at the end of September.

A few days ago, the old coach who had a little ambition and proposed a plan to attack Chang'an, grew older. The road ahead was broken and the road behind was gone. Did the Daxianbei really perish like this? God's will is like a knife. Will the Xianbei people really perish? Murong Feng's momentum disappeared bit by bit, and Chang'an is too far away from them!

"Kebineng, remember, run away whenever you have the chance!" Murong Feng suddenly turned around and said in a deep voice to the young Kebineng.

"No, I won't leave!" Ke Bineng tightened the spear in his hand and replied with great determination.

The sound of horse hooves running became more and more urgent, and the five guards' cavalry were getting closer and closer to the mountains where they were! Yellow sand and grass chips rose up all over the sky...

"Listen to my uncle, take advantage of the chaos to escape. Then return to the clan as quickly as possible, take the young people in the clan to flee north and never come back. If you really can't escape, you can surrender! There is a saying by the Han people that you can keep the green mountains and don't be afraid of burning firewood. For the sake of the Great Xianbei, you must escape even if you endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens!" Murong Feng said coldly with a sad face. Seeing the Great Xianbei rising and the Great Xianbei destruction, Murong Feng has made up his will.

"Uncle..." Ke Bineng's eyes were red and Xianran was about to cry.

"Remember, escape! Don't let the Great Xianbei perish in your hands!" Murong Feng did not comfort Ke Bineng.

"Yes! Uncle!" Ke Bi Neng replied in pain, and tears finally flowed down.

"Go!" Murong Feng waved his hand slightly and said in a trembling voice.

"Pun!" Ke Bi Neng got off his mount, bowed three times respectfully to Murong Feng, and turned around and left.

"Let's go, the farther you go, the better!" Murong Feng murmured to himself as he looked at Ke Bineng's figure gradually leaving.

Fortunately, Murong Feng discovered it early and immediately sounded the horn of the bull. Otherwise, 50,000 Xianbei iron cavalry would have been attacked by 160,000 iron cavalry, and would have been slaughtered in a very short time. The tents set up by the Xianbei people were not as solid as camps established by the Han people, like fortresses, and both offensive and defense. In addition to the easy dismantling of the tents of the Xianbei people, they could withstand some wind and sand outside the frontier. They could burn them completely with just a fire, and they could not stop the sweeping tents of the iron cavalry.

Although the time was not long, the Xianbei people who had lived on horseback since childhood soon completed the gathering of troops, and 50,000 Xianbei cavalry rushed to the hills north. They wanted to tear a hole from there, break out of the encirclement, and run away from the end of their lives!

The sunset grassland is everywhere. The curtains are too late to take them away. The horse manure used for roasting sheep is still emitting thick smoke. The big bowl used for drinking horse wine is discarded everywhere. The sheep are chirping, the horse is chirping...

The four guards in the southeast, west and northeastern four sides surrounded the Sun Yuan from all directions. Hua Xiong personally led the 50,000 Iron Cavalry in the central guards led by Hua Xiong were missing.

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