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A bunch of people came in from the mountain pass, and the wolves that were originally eating quickly fled in all directions under the slash of cavalry.

These people were obviously not hunters. They ignored the wolves, slowed down their horse speed, and stepped on the messy battlefield of the wolf, and came to the Liao soldiers who were lucky enough to survive.

Shila Mulun put down the wolf flesh in his hand and lifted up his wooden shield. Those people were holding long bows in their hands. As long as they looked at the positions of these people's bows and arrows, he knew that these people were good archers.

Although he was a little farther away from these people, he was still within the range of the bow and arrow. He was not sure to rush out from the mountain bag behind him in the rain of arrows.

I'm not sure if there is an ambush behind the mountain bag.

Soon his thoughts were confirmed by others. Two defeated soldiers who were farther away from those people turned over and went up the high slope. Unfortunately, they fell far faster than they climbed up. Xilamulun saw the long arrows inserted in their throats.

At this time, Xilamulun didn't know what these people were going to do. It would be easy to kill all the people here. After two rounds of arrow rain, Xilamulun didn't think there would be people alive. These people were not Song people. The wealthy Song people never wore this kind of sheepskin without nitrogen. They called this fishy smell, which was not only in their hearts, but also in their bodies.

They were not Liao people either. The most barbaric Liao people Shiramulun, who grew up on the grassland, had seen more civilized than these people.

"We're going to recruit warriors!"

A bald man came out of the group and pointed his hand at the defeated soldiers in the valley and said, "We only want warriors, and after you fight with the wolf pack, you are already the warriors we recognize, but we only have thirty people!"

After hearing the bald man's words, Shiramulun shrank his body as soon as possible. Although Mu Dun was not big, he had learned how to let Mu Dun help him hide more parts of his body.

None of the people who can escape here are fools. Those who can survive under the surround of Song Jun's impenetrable airtight require not only high martial arts skills, but also strong bodies and a smart head.

A person with a slightly insufficient personal ability has long become a rotten corpse on the grassland.

There were at least eighty people in the valley, and Shilamun had counted them long ago. This means that at least fifty people were to be eliminated. It was the stupidest idea to rush out in the enemy's encirclement. If these people were the entire Liao army, they would fight to the death. Even if the entire army was wiped out, there was nothing to say.

However, here are a group of frightened birds and a group of defeated soldiers. Their dignity as warriors has long been worn out by the overwhelming rain of arrows by the Song people. More people died at the hands of the Liao people themselves when breaking through the siege than those who died in the Song people's arrows.

People with lively minds quickly turned their minds. The companions who had just shared hatred of the enemy did not hesitate to stab the knife into their companions' bodies. Their tired bodies that had just fought with the wolves seemed to be regaining their anger. The sound of swords and swords filled the valley. Every time a scream came, Xilamulun's body shook unnaturally.

He wanted to avoid this cruel killing, but others did not let him be proud. The knife slashed on the wooden shield and made an empty sound, forcing Xilamulun to stab his long sword out from under the shield and then kill a Liao man who was eager to survive.

Shila Mulun stood up and his shield carefully protected his upper body. The terrain he occupied was very good, and two huge rocks blocked his left and right sides. There was only a gap less than three feet wide in front.

Others have discovered such a terrain. The five Liao people formed a short-term alliance. They believed that as long as they killed Xilamulun, they would rely on this terrain to support it until the end.

Veng Ning Ling looked at the battle in the valley with fun, and from the beginning his eyes were fixed on Hiramulun.

When this Liao soldier was fighting against the wild wolf, he left a deep impression on him. When others rely on one breath to fight, he was killing the wolf according to his own combat method.

There is a lot of arrangement between retreating and advancement, so after the wolves retreated, he was the only one who maintained a certain amount of combat power. He even had the spare time to get back a few wolf legs to bake the bacon.

If Victor Ningling wanted to gather the people here, the person he wanted to gather the most was obviously Xilamulun. Of course, he would not interfere with the battle of these people. If Xilamulun died under the swords of those five people, he would not have much regret.

The spearman is the most threatening to the current Shilamulun, and only the spearman can pose a fatal threat to him in a narrow place less than ten steps away.

Therefore, after blocking the spear, Shiramulun quickly retreated. The first person to enter the passage was a shield player. The spearman followed closely behind. The shield player blocked Shiramulun's long sword. The spearman's long spear stabbed Shiramulun fiercely from behind the shield player like a poisonous snake, making him overwhelmed. Once Shiramulun was forced to the root of the huge rock, he could only be tortured to death by these five people.

Xilamulun took six steps back, and the five Liao people walked forward with a grim smile. It was about to reach the bottom. The two Liao people behind were facing Xilamulun. They needed not only Xilamulun, but also other Liao people who wanted to get a bargain.

He blocked the sneak attack spear with difficulty, and the shield's round shield hit Shiramulun's stomach with heavy blows. Shiramulun backed back again. He seemed to have a stir under his feet and fell to the root of the boulder on the right.

Just as the spearman's spear had already stabbed Hiramulun's shield and pressed him to the ground, a rumbling sound came from above, and more than a dozen stones the size of a human head fell from the sky and landed on the spearman, the shieldman, and a Liao man who followed.

The sound of bone breaking came, and Shilamulen slowly stood up from the root of the boulder, and a stone fell on his shield, smashing a crack in the already-breaking shield.

The shield hand had been buried by the stone, and the spearman's legs were also smashed into a strange shape by the stone. The weather in early spring was still a little cold, and blood-stained bones suddenly came out of their muscles, with a slight white mist emitting.

Xilamul picked up the spear and stabbed the spearman with a long look on his face, and also stabbed the shield player whose brain had been smashed to death. The Liao people with one leg broke, crawled back to the passage in horror, but were killed by his companion in charge of alert without mercy.

The remaining two Liao troops looked at Xila Mulun with a gun upright and rushed to the outside without looking back. After all, there were still many people outside that could be killed.

The first time Vigo Ningling smiled on his face. Since the stones that Shiramulun had set in the cracks of the huge rock fell, this was very unexpected to Vigo Ningling. Under such difficult conditions, this young man actually knew that he had the trap near his old nest in advance, and that he had the conditions to become a general.

You should know that most of the generals of Xixia are best at charging, charging, and then charging. Such tactics have proved that they do not work in front of the Song army. They have too many long-range weapons to eliminate their brave subordinates on the road to charging.

When Vergoningling saw Hilarumun sitting at the entrance of the passage, staring at the Liao people who were continuing to fight without participating, he was even more satisfied with his performance.

Ten people produce one hero, hundreds of people produce one hero, thousands of people produce one hero, ten thousand people produce one hero, just look at Xilamulun sitting on the ground, but no one around dares to attack him, you will know that among these hundred people, Xilamulun is the hero!

It was difficult to stop after killing the red eye. These Liao soldiers had even forgotten why they fought. The number of people was less than 30, and the fight continued.

Xilamul raised a whirlpool stone and roared and threw it into the middle of the battlefield. The whirlpool stone fell to the ground and made a loud noise. The sound alarmed the Liao people who were fighting. After looking at each other, they found that there were only less than twenty people who could stand up. Then they whined and fell softly to the ground, and some of them couldn't help crying.

Shilamulun held up a round shield and dragged his spear to the bald man's war horse and shouted: "We surrender. But please tell me who you are!"

Vegoning Ling drove the war horse to the front and looked at the grief and angry Xilamulun and said, "Like you, we are all savages who were abandoned by the king and forgotten by the tribe!"

Xilamulun looked at Vergung Ningling stubbornly and said, "I just hope to go home after the war!"

Viego Ning shook his head sadly and said, "I can't go back, we can't go back. My king hopes that I will die in the wasteland, but I did not die. Your king thinks you have died in the wasteland. This is the best result he thinks. If you go home, your family will be implicated. Children, follow me. We will use our swords and blood to kill ourselves for a future. Even if we die in the battle, we will have companions accompanying you on the road of the underworld. Whether we go to see our ancestors or the gods and Buddhas, we at least have companions!"

"Can't go back? You lied to me!"

Wei Ge Ningling shook his head and said, "Child, follow me, you will know how cruel and ruthless your king is. Everyone on the prairie knows that the Battle of Xijing was caused by your incompetence and cowardice. He believes that it was your uselessness that led to the defeat of Xijing. He puts all the responsibility for the defeat of Xijing on you. He will never know how cruel war you survived.

Xiao Dahu's family has been killed. Xi Guzhang returned to Zhongjing with three thousand women and children, but was killed by your king. His head is still wandering on the grassland.

The decree of the Liao Emperor said that anyone has the right to arrest you deserters. In his opinion, only those who died in battle were considered loyal to the Liao Kingdom."

"I don't believe it!"

"You actually believe it. Come with me. Let's find an opportunity to seek justice from Yun Zheng. If a real man comes to the world, he cannot go there for nothing." (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!