Pingdan is the time when people are most sleepy and tired.
Hundreds of horsemen divided into two groups, raised fire and rushed towards the Huns' camp at the foot of the mountain.
Moreover, the lord Ding Yuan was afraid that the enemy chief would not know that he was an incoming camp, so he shouted his name.
At first, Lu Li thought that sneaking in was the safest way. By the time the enemy reacted, the fire was already in full swing and he could catch them off guard.
But as time went by, he discovered that the benefits of doing so were very obvious. Firstly, the momentum was high, and secondly, the enemy could not figure out how many troops he had.
I saw the Huns standing on the watchtower drinking, stunned in place, staring blankly at the two fire dragons, one large and one small, that suddenly lit up in the darkness, galloping towards them without any resistance at all, until the hundred-long horse whip Pulled it off.
"Enemy attack!"
"What are you looking at? You're shooting with a bow, you idiot!"
Amidst the fierce shouts, the big steppe man wearing a fox fur hat drew his bow and arrow, pointed it at the sky, and prepared to fire a blast to warn the tribesmen who were drinking and having fun in the camp.
But Lu Li had noticed this scene a long time ago. He held the horn bow that he had prepared in advance and took out an arrow from the shoulder bag (a steel arrow that could penetrate armor).
"Go!"
Narrowing his eyes slightly, Lu Li shot the first arrow while moving at high speed.
The arrow turned into a cold light, tore through the night, and in the blink of an eye, shot directly through the opponent's head.
Seeing this, the Hun soldiers who had finally recovered were immediately panicked. They looked at Bai Chang who was lying limply on the ground with only half of his head left, and had mixed reactions.
Some people, under the influence of alcohol, drew their bow strings and tried their best to stop the attackers from sprinting; some people collapsed on the ground, thinking that they were drunk and saw hallucinations.
Of course, there were many quick-witted people among them, who bent down to pick up the buzzer on the ground and tried to issue a warning again.
Just like that, the crossbow bolts were fired sparsely, some at close range and some at far distances, but none of them could hit the people or horses. As for those holding the blaring dynamite, they were shot dead on the spot by Lu Li.
"Quick, get down quickly..."
But everything was too late, the tide of Han troops had already reached the camp gate.
The black-maned horse rode Juechen, carrying Lu Li over the antlers, ignoring the obstacles placed at the entrance of the camp, and took the lead to rush into the depths of the camp.
Taking advantage of the situation to set fires and kill people at night...
There's just too much to do tonight.
What's more, most of the Huns soldiers were drunk and unconscious, and many camps were almost undefended.
"Meng Ming, don't worry about the others, just follow me to the camp!"
The mount under Ding Yuan's crotch was equally magical. In just three or four breaths, it broke through many obstacles and came to Lu Li's side, warning: "Don't stop in the middle!"
At this time, a staggering Hun soldier opened the curtain and happened to see this scene, and he was instantly covered in cold sweat.
And his lips moved, and just when he was about to say something, a cold light reflected in his pupils.
Ding Yuan slashed casually, and the sharp blade cut open most of the Hun soldier's chest.
Stimulated by the smell of blood, Lu Li instantly entered the state, drew out his long knife, and kept pace with Ding Yuan, causing a bloody storm.
Remains of limbs fell from the sky from time to time, and inhuman flesh and blood spattered all over the floor.
In fact, after decades of fighting on the battlefield, Ding Yuan has already summed up a set of experiences about hijacking camps:
You cannot stand in one place and wait, you must move and fight. Before the enemy general can stabilize the situation, he will continuously create chaos, making him tired of running around and unable to issue effective military orders.
Because of this, under his leadership, Lu Li did not fight with the large group of Xiongnu soldiers. After drilling through them, he directly threw the torch, staged a scene of burning the camp, and then pulled the reins to move to the next camp. .
Almost at the same time.
The large group of cavalry led by Song Xian also rushed into the camp, and the rebels continued to fight, splashing like boiling water.
The scene was so chaotic that the guards who were lagging behind didn't even know where their lord was. They could only keep charging and attacking, trying their best to create noise and attract Ding Yuan's attention.
For a moment, the fire flashed randomly.
The air is filled with smoke and dust, and at the same time there is an accompaniment of crackling like firecrackers.
If it weren't for the sound of the Huns crying and howling in his ears, Lu Li would even have the illusion that he was celebrating New Year's Eve.
call out!
Between the lightning and flint, a hidden arrow shot through the smoke and dust, grazed Ding Yuan's shoulder, and hit the burning tent three steps away.
Due to the suddenness of the incident, Ding Yuan was startled. He subconsciously touched the place where the crossbow bolt had rubbed. After confirming that he was not injured, he immediately charged with his sword and cursed:
"Shuzi! Is it male if you want to cum?"
Seeing this, Lu Li didn't want to fight anymore. He slashed with his sword in all directions. After breaking out of a vacuum, he turned his horse to follow.
The Huns were so weak.
Why can't I see any generals who are worthy of fighting?
Putting aside the doubts in his mind, Lu Li rode a horse and rushed to Ding Yuan's side, protecting him on both sides.
"What's the fuss about?"
Qi Moche was leaning on the blanket, holding a wine set in his right hand and sitting with his left leg bent. Next to him, a blonde beauty was singing and dancing.
However, the faint noise coming from outside the tent made him feel agitated. Could it be that the bonfire was too strong and something had been lit?
Forget it, someone should be there to save him after hearing the noise, so why bother.
Thinking of this, Qi Moche changed his posture, put his hands on the table to support half of his body, and slowly slid his index finger along the beard on his upper lip, while his eyes were fixed on Mei Ji, who had a slender waist in front of him.
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew in, and the noise became more obvious. A Hun soldier rushed in, his voice panicked: "Dadanghu, there is something outside..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Qie Moche's words, "Isn't it just a fire? Get out of the way and don't block my sight."
"no!"
The Hun soldier's eyes dodge and he looks like he is in shock, "There are Han troops robbing the camp outside. There are ten thousand people in total. The leader calls himself Bingzhou Biejia Dingyuan!"
Immediately, Qi Mo's car shuddered.
Wanqi?
Aren't there only 20,000 county soldiers?
Where did so many soldiers and horses come from!
Where did it come from?
Could it be that the news is wrong and that Bingzhou Langqi came over?
In an instant, he was mostly sober.
"Get up and come with me to take a look." Qi Moche took the bow and spear and changed his words: "No, you go to the king's tent immediately and tell King Guli about this."
Immediately afterwards, the curtain was opened, and a wave of heat hit his face.
The tents and tents were on fire, flames shot into the sky, and the screams of terror mixed with the roars of killing.
At this moment, Lu Li had activated his fighting spirit. Under his slaughter, the Hun soldiers who came spontaneously could no longer hold on anymore and collapsed and ran away.
Chaos returned to the entire camp, and the blue wolf was particularly conspicuous in the dark night. More and more Han cavalry poured in from various gaps and rushed to join them.
However, no one noticed that at the very edge of the camp, there were 500 horsemen ready to go.
