As a local garrison whose father did not love his mother, Cha Bangwei did not have many war horses in his hands.
Everyone hurriedly stuffed their mouths with food, then spread their legs and ran to the west.
The reinforcements sent by Kang Ansheng finally set off.
Most of them are from the Anjing and Shizheng tribes.
A few days ago, Kang Ansheng went to visit Xueyue Yingxiang. After returning, he decided to attack Peishi City with the Bloodyue people.
Small tribes such as Anjing and Shizheng became the first batch of people to attack the city.
They were said to be the first batch to attack the city, but they were actually cannon fodder.
Fortunately, Elder Dong later took over the task of attacking the city, and these small tribes were able to escape, and were finally sent to the outskirts to guard the city.
Now they are sent to Yangguan Ancient Road for support.
The two tribes are now fully manned, but after leaving the camp, everyone from the generals down to the soldiers hesitated to move forward.
"He brewed it. Doesn't this mean we are going to die again?" the soldiers yelled.
As everyone knows, there are 100,000 elite soldiers and generals from the Yunchui Empire in the Yangguan Ancient Road, while the number of Xiliang people stationed at the entrance of the ancient road is only over 30,000.
The sides are simply not proportionate.
More than 10,000 of them went there, and even though they openly said they wanted to support them, they were actually giving away their lives.
Thinking of this, the two small tribes looked at the flat land in front of them, but they seemed to see a road leading to hell. They cursed one after another, and they were all reluctant to move.
Finally, after being scolded and beaten by the warlord sent by Angel, the two tribes of people had to turn back in three steps and head towards the Yangguan Ancient Road.
Not twenty miles out, there was a sudden rumble of horse hooves behind the small mound on the right.
kill!
Accompanied by the sound of horse hooves, there were uniform and deafening shouts of killing.
Listening to this familiar Yun Chui language, An Jing, Shi Zheng and the others' calves were trembling, and they quickly looked around in fear.
A huge flag rushed out first.
A variant of the word "ling" is embroidered on it, surrounded by silk grass, which represents Yingling Racecourse.
The Yingling Army!
Seeing the Yingling man on horseback gnashing his teeth menacingly, the people here felt a little guilty.
Although there was still a little distance between the two sides, the people in front were already in a mess.
"Everyone remain calm."
The voice of the Anjing clan leader rang out at the right time.
"We in Xiliang are a people on horseback. Anyone who dares to challenge us on horseback will die."
"The first five rows are equipped with lances, and the rear are ready with bows and arrows. Brothers, go forward and let them know how powerful we Xiliang people are!"
It's a pity that there were no loudspeakers in ancient times, and it was not a movie. In the noisy sound of horse hooves, except for the guards around the Anjing clan leader, few people could hear his words.
Even if I heard it, I would still gasp.
What to fight? If he wins, the credit goes to Angel; if he loses and is disabled, it is himself who gets injured and dies.
The two sides are getting closer.
Winter winter winter!
At this moment, a war drum from nowhere began to sound loudly, and the sound became louder and faster.
Everyone's hands and feet became weak after hearing this.
The hearts of the people from the Anjing and Shizheng clans dropped a few times.
Worse!
The two sides walked towards each other. The Yingling Legion arrived in the blink of an eye with the sound of war drums. The soldiers at the front had already nocked their arrows and raised their bows.
Seeing the shining arrows, the soldiers at the front of Anjing suddenly panicked.
Some people held the arrows in their hands for a long time, tremblingly, but failed to put the arrows on the bowstring.
They panicked, subconsciously pinched the belly of the horse under their crotches, and without hesitation turned the horse's head and pushed towards the north.
At this time, everyone had one thought in their mind: run, run quickly, otherwise the arrow will fall.
The leading team was originally in chaos, but when these people squeezed in on horseback, the chaos became even more chaotic, and it soon became a mess.
Rest, rest, rest.
There was no order, but after entering the shooting range, the hands of the soldiers of the Yingling Legion loosened their hands in unison, and arrows rained down.
After releasing the arrows, they did not continue to rush forward, but separated to the left and right, quickly moving around to both sides to get out of the way.
At this time, the people behind had already rushed up, released the arrows in their hands in the same way, and then followed the brothers in front to go around.
In this way, link after link, everyone launched an attack in an orderly manner.
The rain of arrows above the heads of the soldiers of the Anjing tribe was even more continuous.
Ahhhh.
咴咴咴.
Soon, people were screaming and screaming everywhere.
The leader of the Anjing clan was furious and shouted loudly: "Don't panic, there are not many of them, they all pressed forward and fought hand to hand! Crush them to death."
Many people finally came to their senses after hearing the clan leader's words and began to fire arrows in kind.
Some people were not afraid of death and rushed over on horseback.
But more people still couldn't hear what he said, and even if they heard it, they ignored it. These people collectively turned to the north, intending to distance themselves from the Yingling people.
"A bunch of idiots!"
The Anjing clan leader felt sad in his heart.
He drew out his sword and stabbed several horses with rage. However, he still could not stop the soldiers from fearing and flinching. He only let out a long sigh.
"Listen to the sound of the enemy's horse hooves, the Yingling people can only survive with three or four thousand riders. Our two tribes together have a total of twelve thousand people. You are afraid of being scared and hiding away!"
"Clan leader, it's not good!"
At this time, a soldier on horseback hurriedly squeezed in against the flow of people.
"The Lion March tribe, led by their clan leader, collectively stopped. It seems that they are preparing to leave the battlefield."
"What?" Chief Anjing stretched his neck in disbelief and looked towards the north.
Unfortunately, there was chaos everywhere and he didn't see anything.
"They dare!"
But the leader of the Shizheng clan just dares.
"The Yingling people are well-trained and advance and retreat in an orderly manner. The soldiers are as ambitious as a rainbow and are invincible. But Anjing is now in chaos. Mixing with them will drag us down sooner or later, and it will definitely be a dead end."
"Everyone in the Shizheng tribe will follow the leader of the tribe."
"Yes! But patriarch, where are we going now?"
The world is vast, and the little soldier who is talking is looking left and right. His face was full of hesitation, and he felt like he couldn't see the way forward at all.
"Let the Anjing people continue to fight with the Yingling people. Let's go to the Yangguan Ancient Road."
"Set off!"
After saying that, the leader of the Shizheng clan clamped his horse's belly and took the lead in heading northeast.
He looked into the distance, his eyes twinkling, and he was making calculations in his heart.
After arriving at the Yangguan ancient trailhead, everything depends on the situation.
If the defenders at the ancient crossing can hold on, they will go up to help.
If the ancient road entrance is in danger or even breached, immediately turn around and lead your men back to Peishi City.
I believe that with the war horse underneath him, it shouldn't be a problem to escape the enemy's pursuit.
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The Yingling Legion.
"General, the Shizheng tribe has left the battlefield and headed directly towards the Yangguan Ancient Road."
The general was still wearing a bleeding bandage on his waist, but he seemed to have ignored it and kept beating the war drum in front of him vigorously.
well.
He sighed secretly.
The army general Kong Chunhui assigned him a small number of troops, only 4,000. It was a blessing to be able to hold back the Anjing tribe, and they basically paid no attention to the leaving Shizheng tribe.
"Give me the order to kill the Anjing tribe. None of their remaining soldiers are allowed to escape back to Peishi City."
"yes!"
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