Chapter 385 Cangshan Blood

Kirby was able to leave, and he took more than twenty riders and left reluctantly.

It’s not that Murong Feng doesn’t want to give him more people, but he just can’t. For Kirby, whether he can escape is no longer the number of people can solve the problem. With more people, it is easier to expose his target. Relying on his familiarity with the terrain of the northern desert, he may be more likely to escape the pursuit of the Iron Cavalry of the Dawu Kingdom by relying on his familiarity with the terrain of the desert.

"Old guy! Let's see us next!" Ke's heart gradually calmed down as he looked at the old coach Murong Feng beside him. The heroic spirit that had been suppressed for many years in his bones finally burst out.

The grassland is still the grassland they are familiar with, the sand dunes are still the sand dunes they are familiar with, and even the blood of Tianyang has faded a lot...

"Ha, ha, ha..." The old coach Murong Feng straightened his chest, held the spear in his hand tightly, and burst into laughter.

The moment Kirby Neng was sent away, the old coach and the remaining five hundred iron cavalry knew the result. They wanted to use their lives to exchange for a glimmer of life in the Great Xianbei. Life and death are of great importance, but that is it! The Great Xianbei also has heroic and innocence!

Kirby could take twenty cavalry to the east and rushed to the Xianbei nest in the shortest time, and then move north with his tribe members to stay away from the Dawu Kingdom's military front that made the Xianbei people afraid, and keep healthy. I hope everything is still too late...

Murong Feng led more than 500 cavalry to the east first. At the turn of a hill, Kirby could wait for more than 20 cavalry to leave the brigade. Shortly after Kirby could leave, Murong Feng ordered the cavalry to turn north. Because of the hill's cover, the five thousand Northern Guards chasing behind them did not know that more than 20 cavalry had left the team.

Going north, running in front was the five hundred Xianbei elite cavalry led by Murong Feng, and the five thousand Beiwei cavalry chasing behind them were getting closer and closer. After all, the iron cavalry behind Murong Feng had already fought hard and was exhausted. Many people were still carrying heavy injuries. The speed direction was very different from that of the Beiwei cavalry, who was waiting for it. It was only a matter of time to be caught up by the Beiwei cavalry.

There is another small hill ahead, with trees, grass and unknown yellow flowers, blocking the way of the Xianbei Iron Cavalry. The leaves fall, the grass withered and yellow, and only the unknown wild yellow flowers bloom in full bloom.

"Woo, woo, woo..." A horn horn sounded.

Five hundred Xianbei cavalry stopped and fled, the front team turned to the back team, turned their horses to face the chasing Beiwei cavalry. Since they couldn't run away, why should they escape again? The Great Xianbei people have the pride of the Great Xianbei people. Since they were about to die, they would die vigorously!

Murong Feng and Ke Zui appeared in front of the formation calmly with dozens of iron cavalry, staring at the Northern Guard Iron Cavalry not far away.

"Boom..." The sound of hooves became stronger and the smoke and dust rolled, and the five thousand Northern Wei cavalry were getting closer and closer to the hill.

Before this unknown hill, the air was extremely condensed, as if it was about to explode. Something called fighting spirit is rising and about to ignite! The wild yellow flowers are swaying...

Almost at the same time, Murong Feng and Ke Ji raised the bloody spear in their hands. Five hundred elite Xianbei cavalry behind him hung up the scimitar in their hands, took off the strong bow from their waists, drew out sharp arrows from their arrow bags, and turned diagonally forward.

"Kill..." Murong Feng and Ke Ji swung the spear in his hand suddenly and roared in unison.

Five hundred Xianbei warriors kicked and beat the war horses hard at the same time. The war horses suffered. Five hundred war horses made a deafening long neigh, and then ran forward with their hooves. They faced the 5,000 Northern Guard Iron Cavalry that was galloping...

"Swish, swish, swish..." The iron cavalry on both sides fired their bows and shot arrows, and the rain of arrows covering the sun was shooting towards each other.

"Puff, puff, puff..." The sound of sharp arrows entering the flesh kept ringing, followed by an extremely shrill scream. The soldiers immediately fell down, fell to the ground, and were then stepped into meat paste by their companions running at high speed behind.

The injured and dead will not escape the fate of being broken into pieces as long as you fall off a horse.

After a rain of arrows, the cavalry on both sides fell down.

Although the Beiwei cavalry had the advantage in terms of numbers, the arrow rain was obviously several times denser. But it was precisely because of their large population that the Xianbei people could shoot one of them even if they shot blindly. The arrows were a little thinner and the number of people was a little more. After a round of arrow rain, the number of deaths on both sides actually maintained a balance subtly, and the death toll was equivalent.

One side is a bandit, famous in the prairie for not being afraid of death. The other is a Jedi counterattack, thinking of a happy battle before death. Therefore, no matter how dense the rain of arrows is, it cannot stop their pace. Move forward and move forward, as long as it is not dead, it is still moving forward!

With a "boom...", the two iron cavalry finally collided with each other after countless casualties. At this time, the Xianbei iron cavalry following Murong Feng and Ke Ji were at least more than a hundred people...

More than a hundred iron cavalry crashed into thousands of Northern Wei cavalry, which was a suicide attack for the Xianbei iron cavalry. But they still had no regrets. Not only Han people have family hatred, but also the Great Xianbei people. The bloody nature has been developed on the grassland, making them more intense...

"Kill..." The old coach Murong Feng swept his spear horizontally, his beard was sprinting wildly, and Ang Tian roared long.

"Kill..." Ke Ji's spear came out, and there was no expression on a well-maintained old face.

There is no formation, no queue, only a shocking murderous intent. Kill one enough money, kill two people to earn one person... More than a hundred Xianbei cavalry repaid their determination to die and entered thousands of Northern Wei cavalry.

The moth-swinging fire-like attack did not change anything, but only expressed the unyielding will of the Xianbei people.

When Murong Feng and Ke Zui led a group of bloody Xianbei warriors to fight the final chaos, the other three sides of the Sunset Land also rushed to the battlefield. The Xianbei cavalry, which was less than 40,000, was encircled. Almost 130,000 five-guard cavalry surrounded the 40,000 Xianbei cavalry, and the overall situation seemed to be settled.

The setting sun was close to the nameless hills to the north, and the war had subsided.

After Huangfu Li led 40,000 Eastern Wei cavalry, Fu Xie led 40,000 Southern Wei cavalry, and Guo Si led 40,000 Western Wei cavalry, the bosses of the Xianbei in the eastern finally knew that the situation was hopeless and there was no need to break into the mountains with their lives.

A small hill has blocked many winds and sandstorms from the north for the setting sun, guarding the land and soil of the setting sun, raising countless creatures on the prairie, but also blocking the escape route of the Great Xianbei Iron Cavalry.

On the top of the hill, ten thousand Northern Guards have occupied the entire top of the mountain and are ready to go.

After the Xianbei people in the east decided not to send reinforcements to the top of the mountain, the Beiwei cavalry led by Putou had an absolute advantage in terms of numbers and used the superior troops to wipe out the remnants of the Xianbei troops in the central region that were still insisting on.

Except for the more than a thousand cavalry taken away by Murong Feng, all of the 10,000 central Xianbei cavalry fell to the top of this nameless mountain.

In this battle, although the Northern Wei cavalry finally occupied the top of the mountain and prevented the Xianbei cavalry from fleeing north, the price paid was extremely heavy, with nearly 15,000 Northern Wei cavalry killed in battle.

The combat power of the Great Xianbei Iron Cavalry in despair is even more terrifying than that of the evil wolf on the grassland.

The order given to them by General Hua Xiong was to not keep the prisoners and kill them all. The proud grassland eagle and the arrogant Xianbei people were also disdainful to be prisoners at all. No one surrendered from beginning to end, and all died heroically.

Twenty-five thousand human corpses and tens of thousands of horse bodies added a thick layer of blood mud to the top of this unknown mountain, emitting a strong fishy smell. The blood dyed the mountains, dyed the dead grass, and dyed the world red. The pungent blood made the creatures living around the sunset land tremble. The faint blood mist in the sky changed the color of the sun.

Putou carried a spear in his hand, and rode expressionlessly on the black horse soaked in blood. He wiped the blood from his face hard, and looked at the Xianbei remnants at the foot of the mountain, with a sense of sadness in his eyes. Whether he admitted it or not, he was full of Xianbei people with red roots and the blood of Xianbei nobles flowing in his body. The last chance for the Xianbei people to escape was buried in his hands, which was extremely sad for him.

No matter how big the punt's nerve was, he looked at the Xianbei Iron Cavalry in a desperate situation. At this moment, the weakest meridian string hidden deep in his heart was still pulled. Sorrow was reflected in his eyes, but he did not do anything. He knew that the Great Xianbei was over, and even without him, the Great Xianbei could not escape the fate of destruction, so why bother to trap himself in!

When the sun was at its peak, the other three guards at the foot of the mountain launched the final offensive!

This time, the Northern Wei cavalry in Putou did not participate in the war, but just guarded the top of this northern mountain and cut off the retreat of the Xianbei people.

The sunset land shouted and killed the sky, the war horses neighed, and the 120,000 cavalry of the Great Wu Kingdom and 40,000 Xianbei cavalry were fighting together.

When the setting sun was as bloody as the sunset, the killing on the sunset land continued, but the momentum was much smaller. As a large number of Xianbei cavalry fell, the encirclement of the five guards became smaller and smaller. There was originally a clearing in the north, but now it was all closed.

The remnants of Xianbei were like turtles in a jar, surrounded by the five guards, making their final struggle!

As the sun faded, the grassland gradually became dim.

It was windy, and delicate sand and dust mixed in the wind, blowing everyone's faces, and the temperature was dropping sharply.

But none of this could affect the current war. No one would stop the offensive at this time and give the Xianbei people a chance to breathe. Clusters of torches were lit up, illuminating the surrounding space. The dim flames intersected with the faint blood mist in the air, and the light became even redder...

Under the continuous attack of the three guards, the bloody battle lasted for a day, and the exhausted Da Xianbei Iron Cavalry fell one by one.

The Xianbei general in the central region was dead, the Xianbei general in the central region was dead, the Xianbei general in the eastern region was dead, the Xianbei general in the eastern region was dead, the handsome Que Ji was dead, Suli was dead, and the old heroes of the Xianbei generation were dead,...

The blood of the Xianbei people dyed the sunset red, gathering into small pools of blood...

A great moon hangs in the sky, the wind stops, and a few gurgling birds are heard from afar...

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