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An Lei was standing on the high ground at this time. Although the sky and the earth were dim, he could see the flag that Feng Polu unleashed very clearly, and he could also see the brutal fighting in Qiufengyuan quite clearly.

The Northwest Army stormed the barbarian army formation like a tiger.

"Wan Hu, Lord Hou has already unfurled the flag and ordered us to fight." A person beside him thought that An Lei hadn't seen the flag, and reminded carefully.

An Lei turned his head, with a ferocious expression on his face, and sneered, "You mean we rush over now to help Shuwutai?"

The man was stunned, but An Lei clenched his fists with both hands, slowly moved his eyes to the battlefield, and said coldly: "Since Shuwutai has taken away the brave blade and claimed to be our number one barbarian warrior, let me see , How powerful is he as a warrior?"

"But...But Lord Hou issued an order. If...if Wanhu doesn't follow the order, Lord Hou will probably pursue it." The person next to him kindly reminded: "When the time comes Maybe Wanhu will be punished.”

"Punishment?" An Lei said nonchalantly, "We sent troops to help them fight, come and leave whenever we want, what qualifications does he have to punish me?"

Another person on the side also sneered: "Shuwutai is arrogant and domineering, and has always been against us. This time he came to the Central Plains, he brought out the elite of his tribe. If these people die here in this battle, it will be a big deal for us. It will only benefit and not harm.”

"That's right." Another person said: "An Lei Wanhu is the strongest warrior of our barbarians, why did he take away the brave blade from Shuwutai? Lord Hou doesn't know right from wrong, and even wants to protect Shuwutai... ..., since Shuwutai is fighting with the rebels, we don't need to pay attention to it, and watch them all be killed."

An Lei took a few steps forward with a gloomy expression: "There are a lot of traitors. Even if we kill them, we may not be able to win. In this case, why should we sacrifice our troops in vain? Let's kill one more person here. In the future, the tribe will Now, no one in Mobei dares to attack us easily because of our strength, if our strength disappears, our tribe will face the danger of extermination."

All the people around are from the same tribe as An Lei, so they didn't think too much at first, but after hearing An Lei's words, they felt that it made sense, they all nodded, and said one after another: "Wan Hu, let's just watch them fight, don't Go fight."

"If we don't go as planned, Shuwutai and the others will not be able to resist sooner or later." An Lei observed the situation on the battlefield, but he could clearly see that the cavalry on both sides were fighting each other, and the infantry on the two wings of the Northwest Army were obviously In order to prevent the barbarian cavalry from attacking from both sides, they did not act rashly, but waited for it. However, as the northwest cavalry penetrated into the barbarian army, the infantry on both wings followed closely, and the contact with the barbarian cavalry became more and more The bigger it is, the strength of the Northwest Army is far superior to the barbarian cavalry in Qiufengyuan. Once the two wings of the Northwest Army are fully deployed and the cavalry breaks through, thousands of barbarian soldiers and horses will be completely besieged.

An Lei didn't know any formations, but after fighting for a long time, after all, he still had some vision. At first, he only saw the strange formation of the Northwest Army, but following the movement of the Northwest Army on the battlefield, he had already keenly seen the formation of the Northwest Army. strange.

"Wan Hu, there seems to be no movement from Van Persie's side." A barbarian general looked at the opposite highland from a distance, and said loudly: "Aren't they planning to send troops?"

An Lei raised his eyebrows and looked into the distance. Although the fighting in Qiufengyuan was fierce, there was no movement on the high ground opposite.

"Understood, that fellow Van Persie is also waiting for us to attack." An Lei immediately understood, and laughed: "They have always been incompatible with Shuchitai, and it seems that they also want to see Shuchitai die in the hands of the rebels. ...!"

"Wanhu, what shall we do next?"

An Lei thought for a while, and then said: "Wherever we come from, we will go. Now that the people of the Central Plains are killing each other, Feng Yuanpo is already dead. If Feng Polu dies here this time, it will be a big deal for us." Good thing." He smiled coldly, "Even if he survives, the emperor will not spare him this time, and will definitely cut off his head. From now on, we will no longer be bullied by the Hexi Army on the Mobei Grassland .”

All the generals were excited when they heard the words, but one person said with a slightly worried expression: "Wan Hu, if we are defeated this time, the emperor... the emperor knows that we are rebellious, will you... ...!"

An Lei smiled disdainfully and said, "Are you worried that the emperor will send troops to retaliate against us? Don't worry, the people in the Central Plains are fighting each other now, and the emperor has no extra power to control us. After we return to Mobei, the first one will go Let’s deal with the tribes of Jochitai, and Ibrahimovic’s tribes by the way, as long as we eat these two tribes, our strength will become stronger, and at that time, we will not be afraid of anyone.”

"But...but the patriarch is still in the hands of the people of Qin." The man worried: "If... if we return to Mobei like this, the people of Qin will be very angry, patriarch... ...!"

When the others heard this, the excited expressions on their faces disappeared immediately.

This time, a total of thirteen barbarian tribes dispatched troops to the Central Plains, and the chiefs of the thirteen tribes are now in Wuping Prefecture. Although they are all enshrined as marquises and entertained with delicious food and drinks, they cannot leave Wuping Prefecture. , is equivalent to being placed under house arrest in Wuping Prefecture as a hostage, and now leaving before the battle is undoubtedly putting the patriarch in a desperate situation.

An Lei was silent for a moment, hearing the shrill shouts in Qiufengyuan, seeing the lights of swords and blood on the battlefield, people shouting and horses neighing, and the soldiers of both sides were fighting in blood. After a while, he finally turned around and counted behind him. A barbarian general, said in a deep voice: "Strengthen our tribe, in one fell swoop, if we kill now, the patriarch will be safe and sound, but our tribe is likely to weaken from now on." Coldly, he clenched his fist and said, "But if we leave now, the tribe will definitely become stronger. Tell me how to choose?"

Everyone looked at each other, and after a while of silence, finally someone said loudly: "Wan Hu, I will listen to you, and I will follow you whatever you want."

The others said without any hesitation, "We all follow you, now go back to the grassland."

Another person sneered: "The patriarch is old, and if he knows that we have a chance to strengthen his tribe, he will definitely agree."

An Lei didn't hesitate anymore, strode forward, got on his horse, and all the generals under his command also went over one after another, got on the horse and drew their swords, An Lei turned the horse's head, and said loudly: "Children, go back to the grassland!" He didn't hesitate anymore , shook the reins, and urged the horse to go northward. The two thousand cavalry on the high ground were waiting in full force. As long as An Lei gave an order, they would rush down Qiufengyuan to attack the Northwest Army. He turned his horse's head and headed north, although he felt strange in his heart, he didn't hesitate. Amidst the shouting, people shouted and headed north one after another.

Dust and smoke billowed, and the war horse neighed.

"Master Hou, An Lei's troops have moved...!"

"No, they... they're going in the wrong direction..., no, they're going to run away."

At this time, Feng Polu's pupils were constricted, and the flag was sent out, but An Lei didn't respond for a long time. The fighters on the battlefield were fleeting, and there must be no delay. With a moderate fever, when I saw that An Lei's troops started to move, this movement was better than not moving. Two thousand cavalry turned around and headed north.

The muscles on Feng Polu's face were distorted. He had calculated thousands of times, but how could he calculate that the barbarians who had always been in awe of him would run away at this most critical time?

"Damn it, you damn barbarian bastard...!" A general beside him was furious: "Master Hou, those bastards really ran away...!"

"Not good." Another person exclaimed: "Master Hou, you...look over there...!"

Feng Polu hastily turned his head, but saw that on the other side of the high ground, there was already billowing dust and smoke, and horseshoes were rumbling.

"Fan Persie, that bastard is going to run too." A general was very annoyed, rushed over, and was about to get on his horse, "Master, I will stop them at last, these bastards who eat inside and outside...!"

Feng Polu clenched his hands into fists, his face was livid, and suddenly his body shook, as if he was about to fall to the ground. Fortunately, a person next to him had quick eyesight and quick hands, and helped him up, and several generals stepped forward one after another, "Master, you... !"

Feng Polu stabilized his figure, suddenly pushed away from the left and right, walked over quickly, got on his horse, and drew out his saber. When the generals saw this, they mounted their horses one after another. Great reduction, if you can't stabilize, you will collapse soon, let me listen to you, let me kill you, and fight to the death." Behind him, there are still nearly [-] infantry, Feng Polu didn't hesitate anymore, Doctor Huhe has already rushed over.

He naturally didn't expect the barbarian cavalry on the two wings to flee, but he was well aware of the consequences of such a change. An Lei and Fan Peisi led the troops to leave, which not only made it impossible to implement the tactics of attacking the two wings, but more importantly The most important thing is that once the Chinese army finds that the two wings have withdrawn, it will inevitably lose its morale. Now the two sides are in a bloody battle, and the Chinese army is also struggling to support it under the pressure of the Northwest Army. .

Feng Polu had dealt with the barbarians too much, and he knew that the barbarians were indeed brave and powerful once they fought, but the perseverance of the barbarians was not flattering, and once they were frustrated, they would easily collapse.

Feng Polu fought for half his life, and in the battles he fought, he lost more than he won, especially when he was in Hexi. With such a fatal accident, although he already knew that something was wrong, the arrogance in his bones still made him want to make a last-ditch effort.

This battle is his big gamble. Once he loses, his future can be said to be ruined. He is very clear about this truth. His achievements will be wiped out.

War horses flew like flying, Feng Polu led [-] infantry under his command, rushed forward from the side and rear of the barbarian army, hoping to go out in person to boost morale and stabilize the position.

At this moment, the sound of war drums was heard from behind the Northwest Army's formation. Amidst the sound of the drums, the infantry of the Northwest Army who had been waiting in formation on the two wings suddenly spread out, like an eagle, suddenly unfolded. wings.