In another part of the camp, Liu He's spear was like a blood-drinking ghost in the darkness. It roared fiercely and fiercely eroded the creatures in his sleep. The soldiers became fierce and hatred in their hearts spurted out from the shouts. They roared angrily and galloped fiercely. Whether it was the lying enemy or the collapsed tent, they stepped on their feet, trampling and destroying their enemies' despair and screams in the blood.

The more than 200 camps of the Wuhuan and Xianbei people were distributed in a narrow range of less than 300 steps long and fifty steps wide. This dense array gave the sneak attackers a huge opportunity, and they killed thousands of lives without any effort.

The effect of horse trampling on the camp is really shocking.

Many soldiers died in their sleep, and more soldiers died in a daze. When the soldiers stationed in the middle of the camp ran out of the camp in panic, their fate was even more miserable - they came out of the darkness on both sides and the Han army carried out a bloody massacre on them.

The soldiers who were awakened by the shouts of killing and roars, fleeing in the camp in disheveled clothes. They probably knew that their troops had been robbed. Just look at the forage field with fire, you will know that the number of enemies must be very large and huge. They had just retreated from the nightmare Lu Longsai, and the extremely frightened and frustrated soldiers had neither rest nor recovered from the shadow of failure. Without any defense, they were immediately attacked by an even more terrifying night attack and fleeing.

Liu He's spear flew up and down, Zhang Fei's snake spear thrust left and right, the soldiers' weapons rose and fell like flying, and the violent war horses hit countless lives fiercely, quietly disappearing in the dark night. The dim moon in the sky couldn't bear to witness the murders in this world quietly hid in the thick black clouds.

Guan Yu led his troops along the densely arranged tents like a whirlwind blew from the ground, and rushed into the central army's tent like lightning.

The seriously injured and half-dead Wu Yan, the caged Que Ji, and the two commanders of the Xianbei people were in a very bad mood. After Xiong said goodbye overnight and went back to discuss the funeral with the leader Murong Da, they drank horse milk wine in the big tent and finally couldn't bear to get drunk.

They were sad because the lives they had been buried in Lulongsai were their tribe members; their hatred because of the terrible Han people exchanged their blood for a brilliant victory; their sorrow because of the huge losses had forced them to a dead end - if they had no strength on the grassland, they would become a lowly tribe.

However, a greater disaster has come.

Guan Yu roared with his troops. As the war horses rose and fell, they killed several guards who were facing them, and then rushed into the tent with their men and horses. Wuyan, Queji and two Xianbei commanders woke up immediately, but they were confused and had not yet woken up.

The four soldiers in the front continued to leaps high and flew over the middle of the tent directly to the other end of the tent. The sword flashed, and the tall tent split from the middle of the tent and flew out of the tent. Guan Yu and other soldiers tightly held the reins of the horse, and the war horse was hurt and raised its front hooves high. Although the horse's head with the gutter cage could not make a sound, it also raised its high sound.

Wu Yan and Que Ji were frightened and woke up immediately, and they were about to draw their swords when they were making moves. Guan Yu and his team jumped up from the horse and rushed to Wu Yan and the other four. More than a dozen people immediately entangled together, and only the screams of Wu Yan like a pig were heard was particularly terrifying in the crowd.

Liu He, his Iron Cavalry and Huang Zhong passed by in an instant.

The soldiers surviving the camps on both sides had not found their way to escape, and the running cavalry suddenly appeared again. These devilish knights, carrying the aura of thunder, roared like floods that broke into dams, roaring and sweeping all remaining lives.

The fire in the direction of the forage field was getting bigger and bigger, and the flames rose into the sky and reflected half of the sky red. Its momentum was jaw-dropping and his heart was broken. Many soldiers running towards the racecourse were frightened and shrilled. They turned around and ran to the battlefield again to look for an opportunity to escape.

The battlefield where the sound of killing sounds was suddenly illuminated by fire. The enemies who were running wildly were extremely afraid. They cried helplessly, shouted, and ran like a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered in the sheep pen.

When Liu He and Huang Zhong led their respective cavalry and passed by the enemy camp for the second time, the fierce enemy began to fight back. They woke up from their initial fear and chaos, and after the cavalry rushed over, they began to look for weapons, and groups of three or five formed a small formation to prepare to resist stubbornly.

Long arrows shot from different directions were roaring in the air, and the sergeant beside Liu He was suddenly shot off his horse by the enemy's cold arrow.

Liu He shouted wildly: "Accelerate! Accelerate!"

Liu He's roar seemed majestic and shrill in the dark. It overshadowed the sound of fighting on the battlefield and echoed clearly in the ears of the soldiers. The galloping horses accelerated again under the whipping and kicking of the knights. Some enemy soldiers who were ready to fight turned around and ran away when they saw the horses rushing like crazy. A small group of three or five enemies did not need to wave weapons at all, relying on the speed of the horses to knock them across. However, the cold arrows of some enemies and some unfair enemies sacrificed their lives to block the cavalry's casualties gradually increased.

Liu He shouted at the oncoming Huang Zhong: "Accelerate! Be sure to accelerate."

Huang Zhong responded loudly: "Accelerate! All accelerate..."

The ring-headed knife in his hand pointed at an enemy who was about to attack the archery, and then Ma Xu slashed his head with a knife.

The fierce battle immediately entered a state of intense heat, but the enemy lost the command and organization of the leader and the familiar sound of the horns to contact each other, which was self-evident. The fate of their own defeat and annihilation was irreversible.

The speed of the two cavalry was running faster and faster on the battlefield where they gradually lost resistance. The figures of the enemies who shouted less and less shouted and killed were gradually sparse as the cavalry repeatedly trampled. The surrendered enemy lay tightly on the fence, fearing that they would be swept away by the wild cavalry and would never see the morning sun again.

When Liu He and Huang Zhong led the soldiers to meet in the middle of the enemy's camp for the fifth time, the war was only a short time before the war horses ran two miles. It was too fast! The soldiers seemed to be dreaming, and were still immersed in bloody and fierce fighting for a while. Looking at the hundreds of prisoners surrounded by two troops, looking at the bloody battlefield, and looking at the pasture with fires soaring into the sky, no one could believe that they had defeated the fierce Hu people and wiped out more than two thousand Hu soldiers.

Someone suddenly shouted, breaking the dream that happened in that moment.

"Victory! Victory! We have won..."

The Han soldiers suddenly ushered in the great joy brought by victory from the shock. Everyone was extremely excited and raised their weapons and cheered in a loud voice. The roars to celebrate victory resounded throughout the battlefield and throughout the night.

The fierce Wuhuan people and Xianbei people were caught off guard by the Han army's cavalry and had no power to fight back. Until the end of the battle, they had no chance to organize an effective resistance. They were stunned by the speed of the Han army's cavalry, and they were beaten and collapsed. More than a thousand soldiers were trampled and hit by war horses and killed or killed by the Han army. More than 300 surrendered and captured, and only two or three hundred people fled in the dark. More than 100 people were killed and injured in the Han army.
Chapter completed!