Qi Xinwen was shocked when he arrived at the battlefield. Three thousand light cavalry were divided into several pieces by the Mo cavalry, and they rushed left and right and could not break through the siege. On the hillside a little further away, Canglang's head was exposed on the flying flag. Qi Xinwen's heart sank. The Canglang Army was actually from the Liman of the Badu team. No wonder the combat power was amazing. How could the Canglang Army appear here? The news of attacking Badai and other troops leaked. Where is the army of the Beimo Royal Court? Could it be that they would encounter a decisive battle unexpectedly by the Uena River? At this moment, the central army is still a hundred miles away, and the situation is not good for me.

Suppressing the surprise in his heart, Qi Xinwen looked in front of him with concentration and said in a deep voice: "The Canglang Army of the Badu Division is here. Be careful. Jia Qingyuan, Zhu Yifeng, Fang Zhizhong, you three each lead two thousand people to bring back the trapped robes."

Jia Qingyuan and others took the order to kill the Moqi. When the trapped Zheng army saw the arrival of reinforcements, their courage increased greatly. They cooperated inside and outside to fight against the Moqi who besieged him. Liman ordered people to sound the trumpet, and the Moqi slowly retreated. The trapped Zheng cavalry was rescued. The two armies confronted each other north and south, with a distance of 100 steps wide between them.

The sun had already set, and the evening breeze brought the tranquility before the decisive battle. Liman stood under the flag of Canglang, and the dim light drew his figure into a black outline. The wolf riders around him were waiting quietly, without the anxiety before the war. The black shadows condensed together, like mountains and mountains, inseparable and indestructible.

Looking at the dark and solidified Canglang Army, there was a sound of horses uneasy neighing and tapping on the grass next to them. Qi Xinwen felt uneasy in his heart. The night fell, which was extremely unfavorable for him. Thinking of this, Qi Xinwen whispered: "Wu Xiong, Jin Changshui, you two each led a thousand people to attack from the left and right, try to hold the Moqi, and then retreat to the camp after a stick of incense."

Knowing that it was a good and bad task to attack the Canglang Army with two thousand people, Wu Xiong and Jin Changshui still responded loudly without hesitation. They were both Zhiguo lieutenants, each with a thousand horses under their command. The sound of horse hooves was heard, and two thousand light cavalry turned into two daggers and rushed towards the Canglang Army in the north.

The night was dark and it was difficult to see the figure clearly outside twenty steps. Liman heard the sound of horse hooves and laughed coldly in his heart. Zheng Qi actually wanted to compete with the Canglang Army at night, and it was like an egg hitting the stone. He pulled out his waist knife, and a flash flashed in the night. Liman slowly activated his pedestal to move forward, and the Canglang flag followed closely behind him, and then the Canglang Army like a tide, rushing forward.

Qi Xinwen returned to the camp with the remaining light cavalry. Outside the camp, trenches were simply dug out trenches, trapped on horse pits, and calves were sprinkled on the ground, and chariots blocked the intersection. Torchs were lit in the camp, and Qi Xinwen stood on the platform and looked out. The shouts of the servants in the distance were gradually inaudible. The time for the three incense sticks had passed, and Wu Xiong and Jin Changshui had not yet been seen returning.

With his hand tightly grasping the pillar on the wooden platform, Qi Xinwen's heart was thrilling. Wu Xiong and Jin Changshui were both his personal guards. They had been with him for more than ten years, but they didn't expect to fall here. There was a vague sound of horse hooves approaching, and Qi Xinwen shouted loudly: "Open the knife formation, keep the crossbow archers on guard, let them in."

More than a hundred cavalry broke into the camp, Qi Xinwen took a few steps down the platform, and saw Wu Xiong covered in blood, standing shakingly with the support of two soldiers. Seeing him coming, Wu Xiong tried his best to stand up straight and salute.

"Wu Xiong, where are you hurt? Where is Jin Changshui and the others, are you trapped?" Qi Xinwen asked repeatedly.

"Master General", Wu Xiong took a few breaths,

He said, "There are only these people left under my command, Jin Changshui, he is afraid he will be in danger." When he tried his best to break through the siege, Wu Xiong could no longer hear the roar.

Qi Xinwen's heart was like a knife cut, and he waved his hand to let the soldier help Wu Xiong to bandage and rest. He returned to the wooden platform with heavy steps and looked towards the northeast. The night wind was howling, and there was a faint cry of horses. In addition, it was quiet.

When the morning mist on the grassland dissipated, the Jingguan made of three heads appeared in and outside the camp of Zheng Jun. Qi Xinwen dismounted in front of the Jingguan, stood speechless, his face as if someone had been sucked with insoles, and it hurt bitterly. He had never experienced such humiliation in more than 20 years of being in the army.

The only shame of blood was washed with blood. Qi Xinwen knelt heavily on the ground and gritted his teeth and said, "I have recorded my brothers' hatred, and I will use the heads of the Canglang Army to build a Jingguan to see you off on the road to the Huangquan."

The morning breeze whimpered, the blue smoke whirled, and the three armies shed tears.

The Canglang Army was stationed fifteen miles away. Although the situation was small last night, the situation was unclear. Liman did not dare to launch an attack overnight and sent a scout to inquire about the news. Canglang cavalry was stationed to rest. The next morning, the scout brought news about Luyazhi from the bottom of the trapped ditch of Naipu's tribe. Luyazhi promised that as long as Liman could rescue him, Naipu's tribe was willing to regard him as the master of the Khan.

Li Man was overjoyed. The master's analysis was correct. This was indeed a good opportunity given to him by God. If he could defeat the Zheng army and save Naipu and other tribes, these tribes would naturally be grateful and respectful to him. With more than 300,000 soldiers joining, his strength would be greater than Kunbo. Tizhu promised to repel Zheng army as the Khan King. With the Golden Wolf Army in hand, even if Kunbo wanted to regret it, he would not be afraid. Li Man gritted his teeth secretly. If Kunbo wanted to regret it, he would simply destroy him.

"Now nearly 50,000 people from the servants were trapped at the bottom of the ditch, and there were 15,000 people in charge of the strings." The scout continued to report on the military information he had inquired about.

"How many Zheng Jun are there?"

"The number is unknown, I only know that the light cavalry is about 30,000. Judging from the flag of the Zheng army, it is about 50,000 or 60,000 infantry soldiers, and there are also unknown auxiliary soldiers."

Li Man frowned and said, "The enemy is numerous and we are few, even if the Canglang cavalry is brave, he will suffer losses when facing so many Zheng troops."

"Where is the Badai tribe and the Saman tribe? Why don't you come to ask for help? Will the scouts sent out to contact me be rewarded?" Liman asked urged.

On the grassland sixty miles away from Naipu's tribe, the Badai tribe and the Saman tribe had already known the news of the Zheng army's attack and urgently summoned all the tribes scattered in the grassland to respond. In the Khan's tent of the Badai tribe, Suluman and the Great Khan Jitu of the Saman tribe sat in the middle, and the leaders of more than ten small tribes sat on both sides, and everyone was discussing how to deal with the Zheng army's attack.

Jitu sighed: "When everyone decided not to be He Laoshan, they said it clearly. If the Zheng army attacked, they would watch over each other. Now that the servants are trapped, should we go to rescue them?"

Kang Chong, the leader of the Luoba tribe, sneered: "Luyazhi made the ambition swallow up his reason. Everyone was grazing near the Helaoshan area. He took the Naipu tribe to more than a hundred miles away. Who doesn't understand his mind? He just wanted to grab a bite of food from the fight between the wolves, but he turned into food from the wolf's mouth. Why should such a person save him?"

Everyone nodded one after another. Anyone who could become a tribe leader was not smart. In order to preserve their own strength, most people did not agree to go to save Naipu tribe.

Su Luman said in a deep voice: "Prince Liman sent a letter. He brought the Canglang Army to fight against the Zheng army. Last night, the Canglang Cavalry killed more than 3,000 Zheng Qing Cavalry and built a Jingguan on the grassland. He asked us to go to Huihe and rescue Naju together."

Although the Khan Lord of the Royal Court has not been established on the grassland, with the support of the Dharma King, everyone understands that the Khan Lord will only arise between the two brothers Kunbo and Liman. Prince Liman came to help thousands of miles away, which made many leaders of the small tribe grateful. Who would not want the Khan Lord to be a sentimental and righteous person in the future?

"Since it's Prince Liman who asked us to go, it's better for everyone to obey the orders." said a leader of a small tribe.

The leader of another tribe said, "If you want to go, I decided to lead my troops across Helao Mountain and to grazing to the west." There were less than 10,000 people in this tribe, with only tens of thousands of cattle and sheep. It was easy to turn around. It only took three days to cross Helao Mountain. However, large tribes like Badai and Saman could not cross Helao Mountain without a month.

Su Luman and Jitu looked at each other. At this time, people's hearts could not be dispersed, otherwise Zheng's army would be divided before they came. Su Luman stood up and said firmly: "What the grassland's son said will remain unchanged for thousands of years like a snow mountain. Since we said that we were trapped, we should go to rescue our servants when we were trapped. Otherwise, if something happens to us in the future, who will keep our promise? Everyone will go back and prepare. When the sun is high, half of the soldiers of each tribe gather in front of the big tent. Let's go to meet Prince Liman and rescue our servants."

Qi Xinwen Village.

Miao Tieshan hurried to the place with 10,000 infantry soldiers. When he walked into the tent, he saw Qi Xinwen sitting behind the Shuai Case with a blank expression. There were bowls of millet porridge on the table, and there were four steamed buns next to it. It seemed that he didn't eat a bite of breakfast.

After waving his personal guard behind, Miao Tieshan stepped forward and grabbed a steamed bun, bit it in half, chewed it twice, swallowed it, picked up the porridge bowl and drank a few sips, and said with a smile: "Old Qi, the chef in your village is good, the steamed buns you make are chewy, so lend me to use for two days."

Qi Xinwen glanced at Miao Tieshan and said, "There are only 136 people left in the two thousand light cavalry, and 1,864 heads are built into three Jingguans, which makes me breathless. Tell me about steamed buns."

Miao Tieshan threw the remaining half of the steamed bun on the table and cursed: "Qi Xinwen, when you and I competed, your upper teeth were knocked out by me. You kid had been holding it for half a year and finally broke my ribs. Now you are old and can't swing your fists anymore. People in Beimo can build Jingguan with their heads. Can't we? Do you want me to teach you?"

Qi Xinwen subconsciously touched his cheek, and a cruel expression appeared on his face. He reached out to grab the half steamed bun, and cursed: "Miao Heizi, you fucking knocked off my teeth, and you still want me to give you a cook, just dream. When I get full, I will go and use the heads of those people from the Beimo people to build Jingguan. Jingguan made of 18,000 heads must be very spectacular."
Chapter completed!