Chapter 693

The distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer, but the leader has been walking slowly on his horse. It seems that he has not found an ambush here. Tuerhao couldn't help but rejoice in his heart. While considering whether to send some cultivation resources back to the man responsible for transmitting the news, he was secretly excited about the military skill he was about to get.

Finally, the leading troops had completely entered their encirclement. Tuerhao finally couldn't hold it. He waved to the soldiers behind him, stood up and took the lead in rushing towards the leading troops. For a moment, there were shouts of killing on the hillsides on both sides of the road. In this dark night, it is particularly frightening.

However, the leading young man did not mean to panic at all. After he snapped his fingers, a flame burned and lit a torch in his hand. Then he raised his hand and made several gestures behind him. The Feilian Army soldiers who had a tacit understanding with Yang Xuan had already taken the fallen leaves as their own backyard outside the Xuanmen pass. They immediately understood it. They jumped up from their horses and lifted the linen used as a cover in the car behind them. Under the linen cloth, where are there any food, grass and military funds? They are all military crossbows and arrows and bright knives and guns.

Seeing this scene, tuerhao suddenly risked his soul. After greeting the family of the person who sent the message to him a hundred times, he wanted to order his troops to retreat. But his soldiers have rushed out after receiving his news. Now they are trying to get them back. How can it be so easy?

Tuerhao's heart suddenly cooled, and then looked at the leading young officer who had just ordered. He had already disappeared in place. Tuerhao glanced around and found that the young officer did not know when he had appeared on the hillside behind him, holding a trunk cut into rolling wood, which was still burning with flames. At the same time, a man also appeared on the opposite hillside, holding a burning log in his hand.

"Greedy wolf general, do it."

Yang Xuan shouted to the greedy wolf on the opposite hillside and threw the log in his hand. In severe winter, the shrubs on the hillside are very dry. After the flame passes, it burns immediately. And Yang Xuan obviously prepared more than this one. After the first one was thrown down, he didn't know where to take out the second one. The rolling wood has been hollowed out and filled with a lot of grease. The grease will flow out of the log when it burns to a certain extent, and the fire will continue to spread far away.

On the other side, a thousand soldiers of the flying Lian army had put crossbows on the giant crossbow and aimed at the barbarian soldiers who rushed down the hillside. These crossbows and arrows are military systems with strong lethality and penetration. They can easily shoot two soldiers into a hall gourd. In addition, these soldiers had already trained a good crossbow technique when they were at the entrance. After one crossbow was shot, they could soon shoot the second one, which made the barbarian soldiers miserable for a moment. The soldiers were ready to turn around and run back, but they found that a big fire had already started on the hillside.

Because the barbarians produce wool, the winter clothes of their soldiers are heavy coats made of wool. Wool is more flammable than cotton, and it may burn even slightly close to the flame. But if they took off their wool coats, these soldiers could not survive in this cold winter without any warm measures after they rushed out of the siege of the sea of fire.

For a moment, the barbarian soldiers were in a dilemma.

Ning Ziwei came out of the crowd, wearing ancestral armor and holding a huge long sword in his hand. In the light of the fire, Ning Ziwei was like a God coming to earth, which completely frightened the barbarian soldiers.

"I... I surrender. Don't kill me."

A barbarian Sergeant shivered and knelt down, kowtowed to Ning Ziwei and begged for mercy, but the expression on Ning Ziwei's face was so cold that people felt a little cold. With a wave of the big sword in his hand, he cut off the sergeant's head, rolled around the ground and disappeared into the dark.

"Kill the barbarians, leave no survivors, and avenge the dead brothers."

Ning Ziwei held up his long sword and shouted to the soldiers behind him.

"Rush."

The soldiers behind Ning Ziwei suddenly took their most famous weapons from the carriage and rushed towards the army of ghost repair. Surrounded by crossbows, fire and cold, the barbarian soldiers lost their fighting spirit even though they knew they were dying, and even the last struggle was no longer there. For a moment, this mountain, which is sparsely populated and hardly passed by, was bleeding all over the ground. In the dark, turhao crawled on the ground. His wool coat had been discarded by him. He was wearing a military uniform picked from a dead Feilian soldier.

With this uniform, turcha tried to escape from the battlefield. He knew that if he was caught here by the soldiers of Da Wei, the barbarian soldiers behind Luodao cliff would have a hard time in the future.

Just then, a foot suddenly appeared in front of turcha. Turcha looked up and saw a young man looking at himself with a grimace on his face. He said in a creepy tone, "where are you going, general turhao?"

"You... Who are you? What are you talking about?"

Turhao put on a confused look and looked at the young man in front of him. But in fact, his heart was creepy. He thought his camouflage skills were strong enough, and his movements were very secret. Unexpectedly, he was found.

The young man who was regarded as the Savior by the border guard at Xuanmen pass smiled faintly, as if he had not heard what turhao said. He grabbed turhao's collar, pulled him up and said, "general, why are you in a hurry to leave? My master said that you are his respected opponent, and he has always wanted to have a drink with you!"

"Who is your master?"

"My master?"

The young man still had a smile on his face. His eyes did narrow, revealing a dangerous light. He comforted turhao: "you must have heard of my master's name. His name is Zhou fengmiao."

"What?"

Turhao was startled, jumped up from the ground and was about to run away, but the young man would not give him a chance. He stretched out a hand like a pliers and pinched turhao's arm.