Just now, Yan Xing showed his might in a hurry, and shouted, and he threw it out with his pole, like an iron hammer hitting the Qiang people hard, knocking away two Qiang people behind him. Yan Xing, who had both hands, quickly pulled out the Bailian ring knife from his waist and jumped into the car to meet the Qiang people. The Qiang people who were overturned into the car were obviously also the first-class warrior in the clan. When he saw Yan Xing, he immediately took the lead and slashed with force and heavy slash, quickly covering Yan Xing's head who had just stood on the car.

"when!"

A fierce sound of gold and iron attack sounded, and the sparks between the blade flew away. Yan Xing, who had lost the first move, frowned, and his shoulders sank, and took down the enemy's fatal blow. Then two symphony sounds were dangling. Yan Xing, who stood firm, blocked the enemy's attacks to both sides. Feeling the frustrated Qiang warriors' moves getting old and weak afterwards, Yan Xing sneered, his legs exerted force instantly, and rushed towards the Qiang people on their side shoulders. Qiang warriors who had no time to change their moves were too late to retreat and avoid, but it was too late, just like being hit by a heavy hammer in the chest. The Qiang warriors who were in front of their chest looked dark and almost suffocated and staggered a few steps. Before they could see the opponent's attack clearly, the sword light flashed in front of their eyes, and the big head soared into the sky, and blood spilled on the spot.

"Be careful!" A figure rushed over with the warning sound. Yan Xing, who had just killed his strong enemy and had used too much force, had not calmed down the rapid breath in his chest, and the hairs on his body stood up again.

"Puff" The fast arrow pierced into the leather on the surface of the shield and made a muffled sound. It turned out that Xiao Wei rushed over to help Yan Xing block a cold arrow.

Yan Xing grinned at Xiao Wei with a smile, and looked around. The Qiang people who were shooting the cold arrows had already fled far away, and the frontal fighting was still in a stalemate. However, the Qiang people on the offensive defense line on the other side suddenly burst into cheers. It turned out that the spearmen in the chariot formation had suffered too much casualties, and the thick hemp rope connecting the chariot formation was cut off, and the chariot was also moved away by the Qiang people who were swarming in. The Qiang people who shouted loudly were pouring in the gap. After Ma Lin personally led the people to fill the gap, the formation was barely stabilized again, but it was still in danger.

Ma Lin, who was the first to be in the brunt of this 7-foot man, was covered in blood, and looked like a crazy tiger. He held a ring knife in his hand to block the gap. With his unretreated bloody nature, he inspired the people around him and tried his best to block the Qiang people's attacks.

"Blow the trumpet!"

Yan Xing, who looked at the overall situation, issued a loud order. Now the resistance of the people in the car formation has reached a point where they are almost exhausted, and the Qiang people outside have been mobilized, just like two bulls fighting against the tentacles. If there is a difference between either side at this time, they will be overturned to the ground and be exposed to the belly by the other party with their tentacles. Yan Xing wants to take advantage of this great opportunity to defeat the Qiang people in front of them in one fell swoop.

"Wuwuwuwu-" When the low and thick horn sounded suddenly, the people in the car seemed to have heard the blessing of life-saving, and the battlefield finally ushered in a subversive turning point.

Just outside the fierce battle between the two sides, more than a dozen cavalry suddenly rushed out of the gathering, chasing the wind and lightning, and was unstoppable. He rushed straight to the mysterious party who was commanding the battle. The leader was the thin man with ape's arms and a bee waist, and he was the Gan Ling who had been ambushing for a long time.

After receiving Yan Xing's order, Gan Ling closely monitored the situation of fighting between the two sides on the battlefield. After seeing the Qiang leader pressing all the remaining people in his hands, he realized that the time had come to break the enemy, and led his subordinates to sneak into the empty white dog gathering, waiting for Yan Xing to launch the final order to attack.

So when the trumpet in the chariot array sounded, Gan Ling left five cavalrymen to ride horses and Yangchen as suspicious soldiers in the gathering. He led the other fourteen cavalrymen to shout loudly and rushed out.

The mysterious party was supervising the battle not far from the gathering gate. Seeing a team of cavalry suddenly breaking out from behind, they were so scared that they hurriedly urged their horses to run forward, trying to avoid these ferocious evil spirits who were seeking life.

Unfortunately, the target of the riding was obviously the mysterious party. Gan Ling ignored the few Qiang guards left by the mysterious party and rushed forward to stop them. The cavalry around them were fighting. He stared at the Qiang leader who wanted to escape, stabilized his body and restrained his spirit, pulled the zhemu bow in his hand on the undulating horse back, and shot out the sharp arrow between his fingers with a whooshing sound.

The arrows with the sound of breaking through the air drew a gorgeous trajectory in the air, and accurately shot the back of Midang who was fleeing in a hurry. The sharp arrows burst out into his chest. Midang groaned, struggling to grab the deadly sharp arrow, stretching his hand until halfway, his whole body dissipated, and his body fell down from the horse.

The cavalry behind saw Gan Ling shooting the Qiang leader, and quickly stepped forward, jumped off the horse and cut off the head of the mysterious party and offered it. Gan Ling directly used his spear to lift his bloody head, took a deep breath, and his tongue burst into spring thunder and shouted loudly to the everywhere:

"The head captain has been given the title, and those who surrender are exempt from death, and those who resist are killed!"

The accompanying cavalry shouted again from the organic horse in Qiang language, and finally the sound of fighting on the battlefield gathered together.

"Those who surrender are exempt from death, and those who resist are killed!"

The Qiang people, who had no heads, saw their tribes being killed, and there were ambushes in the gathering of white dogs. They collapsed instantly when they were attacked by the enemy on both sides. They were like skins that were breathless. The rushing force that had been walking on the edge of the blade disappeared, and they fled around like headless flies. The people who were struggling to fight in the car formation also took advantage of the opportunity to fight out and join Gan Ling and others who had succeeded in the surprise attack to chase the Qiang people. For a moment, the shouts of Yan Xing and others chasing the north, cheers, the crying of the Qiang people, the wailing sounds of the pigs and wolfs, and the wailing sounds mixed together, resounding in the forests of the foothills.

In the end, the battle that lasted for nearly an hour was coming to an end. In addition to a few Qiang people who escaped by chance, more than 150 Qiang people were left behind at the scene alone, and more than 60 Qiang people surrendered. Yan Xing's side counted the number of people who were damaged in the battle, and a total of three cavalrymen, nine troops, and twenty-three Ding Zhuang, most of whom died at the hands of the Qiang people after the line on one side of the chariot formation was broken, and the other injured were plotted separately.

The chaos on the battlefield was carried out by Gan Ling and others. Yan Xing became more and more in a heavy mood after visiting the wounded. Under such a simple medical condition, the minor wounded were not allowed to leave the will of the fewer people after simple bandaging. Yan Xing looked around at the people on the field, walked silently to a tree, rubbing the rough skin of the main trunk of the tree. Today's fight can be said to be led by him, but after experiencing the joy of the war, the thrilling moment when he was almost hit by the arrow, the anxiousness when he was breaking through the front, and the passion when he won, he was heartbroken.

He had been inexplicably silent, and this was the first real battle since his rebirth. It was completely different from the past when he was either rampant, fighting with young men and young men, shooting horses, shooting eagles and dogs, and even what he had encountered and heard in his previous life. The battlefield of war, the place where corpses were established. Today he won a battle, and so many people died. In the next chaotic world, how many people would die. Today he could still look at this battle as a victor. Will he be as ignored as the corpse lying on the field at this moment, and buried the bones in the wasteland.

Looking at the straight and straight tree trunks in front of him, Yan Xing suddenly remembered Feng Yi, the founding general of the dynasty in the early years. It is said that during the slightest period of war, the generals often gathered together to talk, and the topic was nothing more than self-described their military achievements and talking nonsense. Whenever public generals were competing for their abilities, Feng Yi always hid under the big tree alone. So the soldiers gave him the nickname "General of the Big Tree", praising him for his humility and politeness and humility.

"Maybe Feng Zhengxi was like me and felt very moved after the war, as if he was a different world."

Yan Xing sighed in his heart, calmed down and gathered his spirits again. He did not notice that there were two pairs of hatred eyes looking at him in the forest not far away.

Yan Li and his remaining confidants hid in the forest and witnessed this thrilling battle throughout the whole process. First, the Qiang people were caught off guard and fled in a panic. Then, the Qiang people knew the shame and bravely fought hard to break through the chariot formation. Just when everyone thought the Qiang people were sure to win, the situation changed a lot, and they killed Gan Ling and others and turned the defeat in one fell swoop, and shot and killed the mysterious party himself.

Seeing Yan Xing swearing and being invincible on the battlefield, Yan Li, who had originally feared him, hated and feared his brave nephew. Yan Feng, who had always been a think tank around Yan Li, was very complicated. Looking at Yan Xing's courage today, it was like a god descending to earth, and everything he wanted was broken. I am afraid that only King Xiang, who had made great efforts in the past, could be matched by him. Unfortunately, he made every plan to make things difficult for him. In his eyes, he was afraid that he was also a treacherous person. It seems that only by finding the opportunity to kill him as soon as possible can he not be retaliated by this tiger.

Yan Xing, who turned his attention to the field again, naturally didn't know that just now, two people had a murderous intention to kill him. He has now seized control of the convoy and led everyone to win battles, but there are still tricky things at hand, such as how to deal with the captives of the Qiang people.

After torture and identifying the prisoners, Yan Xing left behind two Qiang prisoners as witnesses of Yan Li collusion with the Qiang people. According to the ideas of Ma Lin and other troops, these people were stained with a lot of Han blood in their hands, and it was a disaster to keep them. It was better to kill them clean. Gan Ling and other cavalry followers insisted on fulfilling their promises and oppose killing prisoners, believing that those who had promised to surrender before were exempted from death. Now that killing these Qiang people will fall into an unjust place and will cause disaster to everyone. So the two sides argued for a while on the issue of killing or not killing, and in the end neither could convince each other and could only leave it to Yan Xing to make a decision.

Looking at the Qiang captives who were dejected, unkempt, and tied up like beasts to be slaughtered, Yan Xing pondered for a long time and finally waved his hand.
Chapter completed!