Chapter 383: The way to seize!

The Xianbei people's choice was undoubtedly correct. In this case, they had no other way except to escape!

Choosing the north as the breakthrough point is also a last resort. If you are raided from all sides, the Xianbei people will not be caught by the other five guards on the other three sides. After all, the five guards come from the southeast and are the farthest from the north. What's more, the climate is worse than the north, and the more deserts the Xianbei iron cavalry will have a greater chance of escaping.

The Xianbei people don’t believe that in the vast sea of ​​sand, the native Xianbei people could not escape the Han cavalry. The Xianbei people really lost all their ancestors’ faces, and they would not be wronged even if they died.

Such a wise choice was made in such a short time, which shows that these Xianbei people are all shrewd people, and they are all cunning foxes on the grassland, as smart as ghosts. The Great Xianbei has fallen to this point and is destined to be the fate of the time. If you want to blame it, blame the world for the Huangfu sword.

The five guards who attacked Luori from the north were led by the five guards, Putou and Tuobafeng. These two were defeated generals under Huangfu Jian, and they were the first generals to surrender to Huangfu Jian. Although they were both Xianbei people with a strong root, after more than ten years of hearing and witnessing, their hearts had completely turned to Huangfu Jian. They no longer regarded themselves as Xianbei people. Even in their usual smashing and looting operations, they were all extremely brave, like killing Xianbei people to cut melons and vegetables, which was more cruel than any Han general.

In their hearts, Huangfu Jian is the son of god! Who dares to disobey his orders? What's more, Huangfu Jian has ascended the throne and become emperor now. The emperors of the Shangbang, Putou and Tuobafeng, can only look up to him. Now they are loyal to Huangfu Jian, even more loyal than most of the Han people who have read the Book of Rites. The Xianbei people want to break through from them, but they are still fighting to the death.

"Boom..." Ninety thousand iron cavalry, 360,000 legs, and running hooves like thunder. The hills on the north side of the sunset land cannot bear the trampling of ninety thousand iron cavalry. The sound of the sound is lost, and it still trembles.

The Xianbei Iron Cavalry and the Beiwei Cavalry rushed towards the same hill together. Although the goals were the same, their goals were completely opposite. The Xianbei people were to escape, while the Beiwei Cavalry was to take their lives.

Although the hills are surrounded by sunset land, they are just sand dunes wrinkled by the monsoon, which is not large. The mountains on both sides are flat and soothing, which has a certain hindering effect on large-scale cavalry battles, but the impact is not too great.

"Ho, ho, ho..." Nearly 100,000 cavalry were roaring a low beast in their throats, beating the war horses desperately, running towards the mountain. Time is life, and it was perfectly interpreted at this moment.

Undoubtedly, the iron cavalry reached the top of the mountain first, and whoever took the lead. He was condescending, rushing with his men and horses, and rushing with his spears. The power was not blown, but it suppressed the iron cavalry from the bottom to the top in terms of momentum. The Xianbei iron cavalry understood, and of course Putou also understood, otherwise he would have been a fool on the prairie over the years.

"Kill!" Putou raised the spear in his hand, shouted loudly, and ran towards the mound in front of him with his horse.

The black horse, the black spear, and the black iron armor were just windbreakers that were draped on the outermost, emitting a demonic blood red in the morning breeze.

Putou's voice was very loud and very rough, but it was no more than the roar of 90,000 cavalry. The two were not at the same level at all. Putou's voice was like a microwave in a lake and could not stir up waves. Only the few guards following him heard his roar and scream. In such a large-scale charge, the command was not driven by the sound, but the spear, sword in their hands, and the blood-colored battle flag that followed them.

The battle flag points to the direction of the troops! It really points to wherever it is. When the attack comes, all the cavalry behind it is to keep up! Never fall behind, don’t leave the formation, otherwise you will either be trampled to death by your own people or be killed by the enemy.

"Boom..." The hills on the north side of the sunset land were shaking.

"Clang!" There was a loud bang. Before Putou, who had just run to the top of the mountain, had time to take a breath, the spear in his hand collided with another spear.

All the Xianbei tribes understood that if the Han cavalry ran around, they might not be able to escape from the heavens when they could run fast, but if they could not escape, they would not die! Therefore, no one was driving slowly, and they were all running for the desperate situation, becoming a group of deadly destiny.

Just as Putou reached the top of the mountain, the Xianbei master Ke Ji and the commander Murong Feng also led their troops to the top of the mountain. Before they could see who the visitor was, they danced the weapons in their hands and started fighting.

The brave ones win when they meet on a narrow road! The Xianbei people are originally wolves on the prairie!

In the battle formation, not only is the horse fast, but also the hand fast, otherwise it would be purely a death sentence.

Ten years ago, Putou was known as the first hero of the Xianbei in the West, and was invincible in fighting the grasslands. Needless to say, his martial arts skills are not as good as Emperor Wu Huangfu Jian, but he can be regarded as a first-class general.

Under the bombardment of a spear, Putou did not take a step back. After all, his strength was there. Ke Zuike, a central Xianbei man who was facing Putou, was not as good as Putou. With one blow, he retreated several steps back to stop, and his arms were even numb by Putou's powerful spear. He was older, Ke Zui was no longer the Ke Zui, and Putou was not the Putou back then. One blow became stronger and the other was weak.

"Putou, why are you?" Just as Putu wanted to take advantage of the situation to make up for a spear, a scream came.

The voice was made by Ke Zui, a native of the Central Xianbei. In short, Ke Zui still has some connection with Putou. The second Xianbei king and Lian were Putou's brother-in-law, Ke Zui's nephew. After this calculation, the relationship between Ke Zui and Putou is close or not, and no matter how far it is, it is considered a relationship with someone.

Ten years ago, Ke Zui touched Putou's head and praised Putou for being brave and powerful. He was the wolf on the grassland. Perhaps it was Putou that left a deep impression on Ke Zui at that time, so Ke Zui recognized Putou at first sight. Ke Zui, who was already desperate, discovered Putou, and hope appeared in his dark old eyes, and he thought of the scene of survival in his heart.

The sound was too abrupt, and the spear in Putou's hand still stopped for a moment. Putou also saw clearly that his opponent was Ke Zui, an old acquaintance, and his father's figure were even more of a big fish, a big fish.

"Ke's life is coming!" After Putou stopped for a moment, a hint of excitement surged in his eyes. What Putou thought was that this big fish could bring him a lot of military achievements, and the spear in his hand stabbed Ke's more quickly and forcefully.

"Ao..." The black divine horse under the pus head raised and hissed excitedly.

"Bang..." Putou's spear attacked Ke Zui with the sound of wind, but before he could stab Ke Zui, he was held by a spear beside Ke Zui. The old coach Murong Feng took action, Murong Feng was old, but he was old and his sword was not old, and a spear still maintained its terrifying combat power. Even if the eagle on the past prairie was old, he would still be an eagle, so he should not be underestimated.

"Putou, are you crazy?" Murong Feng stared at Putu sternly and roared loudly.

Putou seemed to have not heard Murong Feng's words, withdrew his spear, prepared his momentum, and stabbed it out. The spear in his hand turned and stabbed it at Ke Zui. If the fish that reached his mouth was thrown away like this, wouldn't it be a pity?

Military achievements are great, and for the general, the military achievements are the greatest.

"Are you still a Xianbei? Have you forgotten your ancestors? At this time, can't you magnify the Xianbei road of life?" Murong Feng was angry, and his eyes were filled with anger. He didn't expect that the one blocked their way would be a Xianbei man with a red root. The Xianbei people cut off the vitality of the Great Xianbei. Did Changsheng naively fall asleep?

Murong Feng's cry of grief, and the helplessness on Ke Zui's face stabbed Putou hard like a needle. Even though Putou's heart was as strong as iron and his nerves were as steel, a sense of inexplicable anger arose in the face of racial justice. But the spear in his hand still did not stop at all, stabbing, sweeping, chopping, and one move was as fierce as a move. Now, the Xianbei people have no way out, so why are they not?

In just a few rounds, the cavalry of the Beiwei Cavalry brigade also rushed over. The mountaintop was not too big, and the killing was shaking the sky, and the flesh and blood flew everywhere. Using the mountaintop as the battle point, the Xianbei Cavalry and the Beiwei Cavalry started a head-on battle.

The chief general of the Northern Wei cavalry, Pu Tou, the deputy general Tuo Bafeng, Pu Tou Yong, and Tuo Bafeng wise. The two joined forces with one of the two. Pu Tou led the troops to charge forward, and Tuo Bafeng was in charge and commanded the central army. This iron cavalry not only included Xianbei people, Han people, but also many Northern Huns and Wusun people, and a complete miscellaneous army. But even such a chaotic army, in addition to burning, killing, looting, and fighting power was also extremely strong. The almost all-in-one goods on hand were eliminated on the battlefield again and again.

The top of the mound is not big, and it can only accommodate tens of thousands of cavalry fighting. Now both sides of the battle have more soldiers and limited battlefield space. Now whoever has more places on the top of the mountain can invest more troops and gain more advantage. In order to occupy more space, both sides do their best to fight hard.

The Five Guards themselves are a group of outlaws, the Xianbei people are even wolves on the grassland, and a group of wolves who have been forced into desperate situations.

"Kill, kill, kill..."

There is no formation on the limited mountain top, just fight forward and fight until death. You cannot take a step back, and no one can. If you retreat, you will be trampled to death by your own people who are rushing up.

The bodies accumulate more and more, and the scarlet blood stains the yellow sand red...

The mountain was filled with iron cavalry, full of stuff, and it became a luxury to move a body. The corpse at the fallen place soon turned into a pool of blood mud, constantly increasing the height of the top of the mountain.

Murong Feng and Ke Zui were like two crazy tigers. They threw away the Putou and blocked the Land Rover with difficulty and rushed towards the Beiwei cavalry. Instead of unfolding head-on, they twisted thousands of elite iron cavalry into one, drilling towards the Beiwei cavalry like a thick and long arrow, and a bloody road was cut open by them. In the middle of this crazy dragon, there is hope that Kirby can wait for the future of the Great Xianbei.
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