North of Youzhou, outside the Wuhuan Royal City.

The wind was howling and yellow sand filled the sky, covering the entire city and the large area of ​​land outside in a flying sand and dust.

Although it is famous for the royal city, it is just a place where a large number of Wuhuan people live. Even brick and stone walls have not been built. Only huge thick woods are used to build high wooden fences and build wooden walls to separate the city from the outside. There are less than 10,000 households in the city, but in the eyes of Wuhuan people on the frontier, it is already an unimaginable huge city.

Outside the north gate of the royal city, thousands of Wuhuan cavalry lined up, wearing dirty and worn leather armor, holding a rough hard bow in their hands, and slamming dust and sand came to their faces regardless of the strong wind and dust. Everyone glared at the powerful enemy from the north, and seemed to be about to spit out fire in their eyes.

In the yellow sand all over the sky, I saw that the powerful cavalry was waving flags opposite, and the hateful Xianbei people were riding on horseback, waving their swords, laughing and scolding, desperately insulting the brave Wuhuan warriors.

It's a good thing, it was a powerful army. It looked like there were thousands of people, all of whom were strong and powerful. They were wearing iron armor that was rare outside the border, shining with a dim metallic luster.

No one knows how these vicious Xianbei people got so many armored blades, crossed the vast grasslands and deserts, and broke into the hometowns of the Wuhuan people to attack. The Wuhuan warriors only know that in recent days, these vicious robbers have slaughtered countless villages, killed countless Wuhuan warriors, the elderly, the weak, the sick, and the disabled, captured a large number of women and children, and set fire to burn all the villages to white ground.

Thinking of this, the Wuhuan warriors were so angry that their eyes were full of fire, waving their longbows and blades, and they wanted to rush out immediately and fight against the enemy to the death.

However, the huge number and equipment of those enemies were really terrifying, which made the angry Wuhuan people hesitate. It happened that the leader of the Wuhuan people, Lord Qiu Liju, had led a large army to fight to the Han area a few days ago. He heard that their opponent was a Han king and had a large number of troops in his hands. Therefore, Lord Qiu Liju would let all the elites of the Wuhuan army be released so as not to succeed. If not, how could these thousands of Xianbei cavalry be placed in the eyes of the Wuhuan warriors?

In the royal city, the people of Wuhuan were hiding behind the tall wooden fence, looking at the powerful enemy troops in the vast yellow sand with fear, shouting loudly to cheer for their army.

Their army has only more than one thousand people, and these people are all pieced together from villages far and near. Basically, those who can enter the battle are outside the gate of the royal city. If these people cannot keep the royal city yet, I am afraid that the remaining people will have no resistance.

Leading them was a strong Wuhuan general. He was wearing worn iron armor and his hair was fluttering in the wind. Looking at the enemy in the distance, his eyes were filled with fear and anger.

As Wuhuan warriors, they never knew what a city guard was, and they were not even willing to build a city wall. They could only ride war horses, use sharp arrows and swords to kill all their enemies, and steal all their belongings and women. However, once such a fate was about to come to them, the Wuhuan warriors felt overwhelmed and could not figure out how things would turn out like this.

Also dancing in the wind were the leader of the army standing far away from them in the north, the wind and sand, the leader of the Xianbei Murong tribe, and the Xianbei Central Army General Murong Lin.

Riding on a tall horse, he stood on the battlefield, behind him were the fierce cavalry of his tribe. The Xianbei narrowed his eyes and crossed the yellow sand flying in the sky. Looking at the Wuhuan cavalry opposite him, he said in a deep voice: "Mr. Guo, is it time to attack?"

Beside, Guo Tu, who was riding a war horse, smiled coldly and said in a silence: "Please be careful, please be calm and let the catapult teach the enemy a lesson first!"

With his sign, the strong Xianbei soldiers pushed more than ten catapults and slowly came to the front of the two armies. The Xianbei cavalry, who had the advantage in numbers, were not attacking for a long time, just waiting for these siege equipment to be built and give the enemy a fierce blow.

Dozens of Han craftsmen guarded the catapult cart, directing the Xianbei soldiers to carry the heavy huge stones onto the catapult cart, asking them to twist the winch hard, pull the thick cow tendon to the tightest, and face the Wuhuan army from afar.

Seeing the Xianbei people in front of him doing something, the Wuhuan cavalry was a little puzzled and worried. The Wuhuan general was even more panicked. Looking at the strange-style carts, an vague premonition arose in his heart.

"Let it go!" A loud roar came from the throat of Murong Huayu, the commander-in-chief of the stone-casting troops. The roar sounded, and more than ten huge rocks rose into the air. At an extremely fast speed, they passed through the yellow sand all over the sky and fell far to the enemy troops opposite.

The Wuhuan cavalry outside the royal city raised their heads and looked at the huge rock flying in the air foolishly, opening their mouths wide. No one could have thought that such a big stone could fly so high.

With the whistling sound, huge rocks fell from the sky and smashed heavily into the Wuhuan cavalry's queue, knocking several cavalry and horses to the ground. Screams and neighing quickly rang out in the entire queue.

The huge momentum made the strong soldiers and good horses not even have time to react, and they fell to the ground, their muscles and bones were broken, and blood and brains spilled on the ground, dyeing yellow sand red.

The soldiers immediately became panic, and the war horses neighed in panic, jumping around everywhere, avoiding the huge rocks falling from their heads. The entire Wuhuan cavalry formation quickly fell into chaos.

With a loud "boom", a huge rock threw too far and hit the wooden fence behind the cavalry, and made a big gap in the wooden city wall. The broken wood flew wildly and knocked down more than ten Wuhuan people behind the fence. The cheers came to an abrupt end, changing to screams and screams.

In the city, the old, weak, sick and disabled of the Wuhuan tribe retreated one after another, looking at the huge rocks flying from the north with a terrifying look, and murmured and praying, the enemy soldiers with powerful power had become the incarnation of terrifying demons in their eyes.

Looking at the chaotic team, the Wuhuan general was shocked and angry. According to this kind of fighting style, it won’t take long for the enemy to smash most of his subordinates to the ground. And with such a chaotic army, how can they withstand the charge of thousands of enemies?

"It's the Wuhuan warrior. Come with me and kill all the Xianbei dogs!" A stern howl sounded over the battlefield. General Wuhuan waved his sharp steel knife and roared loudly, with a raging fire shot out in his eyes, glaring at his panicked subordinates.

Endless fear turned into crazy anger. The Wuhuan soldiers roared and followed their generals, rushed towards the powerful enemy in the north!

The yellow sand is everywhere in the sky, and on the vast earth, a fierce cavalry, shaking horses like flying, desperately waving the scimitar and long bow, rushing towards the mortal enemy of his tribe!

Looking at the enemy soldiers rushing towards him, Murong Lin smiled excitedly on his rough face, covered in Fengchen. His hand had already held the crossbow given by King Wuwei who was hanging on his war horse.

The catapult carts were still firing, smashing the rushing cavalry to the ground, people and horses turned over, knocking down the cavalry behind, making the Wuhuan cavalry even more chaotic. However, the other cavalry were still roaring loudly and swaying swords to rush towards the enemy getting closer and closer.

Xianbei soldiers sat upright on their horses, lined up neatly, and greeted the rushing enemy soldiers silently like iron walls.

Guo Tu sneered contemptuously, raised his right hand high, and the messenger beside him immediately shouted: "Prepare for the crossbow!"

Like waves, Xianbei soldiers raised their crossbows and aimed at the enemy troops rushing forward.

When the Wuhuan people's war horses rushed into the range, Guo Tu waved his hand and the messenger shouted loudly: "First row, shoot arrows!"

Like the howling wind, with the sound of whistling arrows, the sky was filled with rain of arrows and rain of arrows and rushed towards the cavalry rushing towards the opposite side. The Wuhuan soldiers screamed and fell down one after another. Many war horses fell down after being arrowed and neighed, and threw the Wuhuan warriors on their bodies down.

This wave of shooting caused the Wuhuan people to lose hundreds of cavalry.

Under the loud command of the messenger, the Xianbei cavalry in the front position shot out crossbow arrows and quietly pulled their horses back. Behind them, the second row of Xianbei cavalry led their horses forward, crossed by them, raised their crossbows, and pointed at the enemy in front. At the tip of the crossbow arrow, it emitted a cold and cold light.

The second wave of attacks came as scheduled. With the sound of people shouting and horses, countless cavalry fell off their horses and struggled to get up.

The sharp arrow hit and inserted into the armor of the Wuhuan general, blood burst out. The severe pain and fear turned into a cry of sorrow and anger. The strong general waved his sword and howled loudly, and rushed to the central banner of the enemy. The Xianbei warrior who was obviously the leader.

The excited light flashed in Murong Lin's eyes, and then it became dull again. The enemy general in front of him was already injured by arrows. Even if he stepped forward and waved his sword to kill him, he would not be considered a hero.

He raised his hand, pulled the machine spring boredly, shot the crossbow arrows, crossed the sky, and whizzed past the head of the Wuhuan General.

He disdained to kill the injured, but the Xianbei soldiers in excitement refused to let go. In an instant, more than ten sharp arrows penetrated through the sky and shot heavily on the enemy general who rushed in front, instantly penetrated the armor and blood rushed out.

The heavy body of the Wuhuan general fell backwards and fell on the ground, smashing the dust. Blood flowed out of the arrow hole and dyed the ground red.

After several rounds of diffuse, there were only more than a hundred cavalry of Wuhuan cavalry who could rush to Murong Lin.

Murong Lin slapped his horse and crossed the formation, broke into the enemy cavalry team, waved his steel knife, and slashed the enemy soldiers in front on the horse.

The personal soldiers following him rushed forward, let out a violent roar, waved Xin Pei's sharp steel knife, surrounded the single-minded Wuhuan cavalry, and cut down randomly.

The Wuhuan cavalry, who were extremely angry, fought back dyingly and used all their strength to cut the iron knife at the enemy's soldiers. However, the fierce enemies were wearing solid iron armor. Even if they were chopped off by them, they were still not seriously injured. Instead, the Wuhuan cavalry, who were still fighting, were killed by a sharp blade and easily tore their leather armor, giving them fatal trauma.

However, in a moment, the Wuhuan warriors who rushed to the Xianbei cavalry formation were all killed and injured, and the ground was covered in disarray, with corpses everywhere on the ground, blood was red.

On the vast land, the Wuhuan soldiers who were injured and fell off the horse got up from the ground and looked at the destroyed comrades ahead. The blood-stained face was covered in gray.

Excited shouts came from the Xianbei cavalry, and thousands of war horses ran out and rushed straight towards the royal city of the Wuhuan people!

The remaining Wuhuan soldiers stood among the corpses of their comrades and war horses, waving their swords in vain, but the enemy rushed towards them like dark clouds in the sky, quickly submerging them in the army.

The catapult cart was still throwing huge rocks continuously, hitting the wooden fence of the Wuhuan King City ahead. The wooden walls were smashed to the ground one by one, and the city gate collapsed. There was no cover before the Xianbei Iron Cavalry!

The wind and sand swept through the sky. The Wuhuan people were old, weak, sick and disabled, standing in the wind and sand that rushed into the royal city, holding any weapon they could find in their hands. Everyone had the grief and anger of going to die, facing the whistling Xianbei cavalry!

The war horses galloped, and the sky and the earth quake. The huge army rushed into the most prosperous royal city of Wuhuan like a torrent, completely submerging everything.

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At this time, the leader of the Wuhuan people, Qiu Liju, was desperately leading his army to his hometown.

Two days ago, he heard rumors that the Xianbei people were burning, killing and looting in their hometown, just like they did in the Han area.

Qiu Liju didn't believe such words at all, and even killed several soldiers who spread rumors to prevent panic from spreading in the military camp.

However, when several Wuhuan cavalry who had fought desperately to the Han area and reported to him came to his tent, Qiu Liju could not refuse to believe it. He sat in the position of commander, stunned, and could not come back for a long time. It took a lot of effort to realize that the Murong Xianbei, who was loyal to Liu Sha, had been instructed by him and stabbed himself hard from behind.

When the news spread, the Wuhuan Expeditionary Army was like a blowout, with people surging. Every Wuhuan soldier had his excited smile when he was plundering in the Han area, and his face was full of panic. He asked his companions if the news was true.

The soldiers on the expedition had completely disappeared, and even Qiu Liju himself could not bear the threat of his royal city. Therefore, he made a quick decision and led the expeditionary force to embark on his way back to his hometown.

Every soldier was rushing to the road, wondering if his hometown had been looted by the despicable Xianbei people. Some Wuhuan soldiers who had learned that their village had been burned to white land were completely collapsed, tied to horses by their companions, cried and scolded and followed the army toward the disappeared hometown. If they were not thinking about revenge, someone would have committed suicide by chasing themselves and searching for their murdered relatives.
Chapter completed!