Xiliang Iron Cavalry

() Jia Rong rode his horse and galloped without looking back. The Murong banner in Xianbei was beckoning to him, capturing the thief and the king. These important figures in Xianbei were right in front of him. To catch them is to seize victory , Murong Feng appeared in front of him arrogantly, which happened to save Jia Rong's shijian who was looking for the Xianbei Marshal.

To Jia Rong's surprise, the Xianbei people came towards the cavalry resolutely like crazy. From their actions, Jia Rong felt a kind of paranoia, which was very similar to that of Xiliang Army soldiers, who would do anything for their purpose .

Jia Rong didn't know how many wounds he had on his body, but his mind was a little dizzy, and the scimitar in his hand became heavier and heavier, "Should we stop here?" A thought flashed through Jia Rong's mind.

"No!" Wei Fu and Cai Yan were looking forward to it in the distance.

The tiger's mouth cracked, the steel teeth gnawed into pieces, Jia Rong let out a roar, and beheaded a Xianbei commander with a powerful blow from the scimitar.

The blood guards following behind tightly surrounded Jia Rong, and the sound of knives and guns piercing flesh came from Jia Rong's ears.

Gaining a brief respite, Jia Rong raised his eyes and looked forward. He was only about a hundred steps away from the Xianbei commander. With just a little effort, he could capture this group of Xianbei commanders who did not take the Han people seriously. live.

Jia Rong's eyes couldn't help but shed tears, just for a while, more than a dozen blood guards were killed, watching them die without complaint or regret, Jia Rong gritted his steel teeth and shouted hysterically: "Kill! "

The extra-large scimitar swung easily killed two Xianbei soldiers, leaving blood all over the ground and a look of disbelief. , Fangfo has inexhaustible strength all over his body.

Murong Feng's face was calm, but his heart had already been turbulent. The fighting power of the Han Chinese cavalry was far beyond imagination. The strange scimitar and the superb riding skills of the cavalry made this experienced veteran unable to stop leaning forward slightly. .

"Iron cavalry will win!" Jia Rong roared.

The remaining 200 blood guards were shocked when they heard the news, and they roared in unison. More than [-] people are insignificant on the battlefield, but the momentum of the roar cannot be underestimated.

Xianbei has a large number of infantry, while Xiliang's army is weak, but it is cavalry. The battle between the two sides is in full swing.

"Let the arrows!" Murong Feng ordered without hesitation. It is undeniable that he admires the Han general in front of him very much, but he has been fighting with Tan Shihuai for many years. In front of him, talent shines for just a moment, and the emergence of famous generals from the Han people is the biggest blow to the Xianbei people.

The bravery of the Han people shocked the Xianbei people. This kind of one-sided massacre regardless of their own soldiers caused countless casualties to the Xianbei people who guarded the pangbian blood.

A rain of arrows took away the lives of more than 30 blood guards. The blood guards were superb in riding skills. Under continuous high-load battles, their bodies were weakened. When the arrows were shot, they instinctively wanted to dodge, but found that they were stiff. The body couldn't move an inch.

If it weren't for a blood guard guarding Jia Rong at the critical moment, Jia Rong would have been pierced by the oncoming arrows. Spike arrows on the grassland were tricky and sharp.

The Xianbei soldiers were stunned by the rain of arrows from their own camp, forgot the commander's order, and stagnated for a short time.

The blood guard took the opportunity to rush forward, getting closer and closer to the "Murong" banner, Jia Rongqiang raised the Jingshen, beheading three Xianbei soldiers one after another.

Murong Feng sneered, and slowly rode his horse back, not giving the enemy any chance, Murong Feng spent his life on the battlefield, how could he fail to defeat the intention of the Han Chinese cavalry.

Jia Rong pulled Murong Li from the battle mashang with one hand, and shouted: "This is the son of your commander, if you don't back away, I will kill you."

The Xianbei people couldn't understand Jia Rong's shime, but they saw the pale-faced Murong Li in Jia Rong's hands. Murong Feng fought all his life, and in his later years, he was loved by his son Murong Li, who was known as a calf protector in Xianbei.

Murong Feng, who was about to retreat, saw the figure in Jia Rong's hand, and couldn't care less about being surprised by Jia Rong's strength. He wanted the soldiers to stop, but he couldn't delay the military plane because of this. His heart was full of contradictions, and the Xianbei soldiers appeared He paused for a short while, quietly looking at Murong Feng under the banner of Murong, as long as he gave an order, let alone Murong Li in front of him, even the leader, they would dare to rush forward.

With Jia Rong's eyesight, the changes in Murong Feng's expression can be seen in full view, secretly complacent, this Xianbei dandy, can produce amazing effects at critical moments, unconsciously increase strength, Murong Li's spineless miserable Called a few times.

The Xianbei soldiers stopped fighting, and the marshal's beloved son was slightly injured. They couldn't afford the consequences, and the blood guards were guarding Jia Rong zuoyou.

Taking advantage of this vacancy, Jia Rong threw Murong Li forward fiercely, flattering his horse and going towards Murong Feng. In adversity, people's potential will always be exploited to the maximum. In Jia Rong's hands, a person weighing more than 100 catties is just as good as Fangfo. A toy, thrown directly into the air.

"Take the head of the general among the millions of troops!" Jia Rongturan thought of this plot.

Murong Feng, who was eager to love his son, was in a state of confusion. When a sword was placed on his neck, he felt a great deal of regret in his heart, but his wisdom was lost in old age. This is not the most important thing. Zhong is the core existence, thinking of the scene of Xianbei falling apart, Murong Feng closed his eyes helplessly.

The battlefield changed in an instant, and the Xiliang army, which was still at a disadvantage, caught Murong Feng in the blink of an eye.

Murong Feng has a prestige in Xianbei that is difficult for a leader to have. Tan Shihuai was the most important general at that time. Wen Cheng's martial arts conquered the hearts of every Xianbei soldier. They are all proud to be called soldiers under Murong Feng.

Without Jia Rong's threats, the Xianbei soldiers retreated one after another, and the blood guards took the opportunity to step forward and surrounded Jia Rong.

"Warriors of Xianbei, the Han people are right in front of us, destroy this group of Han people, and save the commander!" A group of cavalry of one hundred men appeared behind the army, the leader of which was wearing brocade clothes, and shouted excitedly.

"Stop talking nonsense!" A loud roar was like thunder on the ground, quieting the restive Xianbei soldiers.

Blood continued to flow from the wound on his body, biting the tip of his tongue and holding his mind firmly, Jia Rong pressed the Qingzhi sword tightly against Murong Feng's neck, because of too much strength, blood flowed out along the blade.

Surrounded by hundreds of soldiers, Que Ju rushed to the battlefield.

A trace of undetectable sternness flashed in the leader's eyes, remembering that Khan Tanshihuai led the Xianbei people to lay down a huge territory, and he didn't want to be divided up by these wolfish and ambitious courtiers after his death. Don't think about restoring the glory of Tan Shihuai when he was alive. Murong Feng's prestige in Xianbei is unattainable. If he can die in the hands of the Han people, Kui Tou is confident to restore the glory of Danhan Mountain again.

Murong Feng's prestige in Xianbei is incomparable to that of the chief khan in name. It is also an order, and the chief's will be greatly discounted. Under the division of the leaders of various ministries, the majesty of the royal court is gradually decreasing.

Que Ju roared: "Han people, let Murong go quickly, or I will let you die without a place to bury you."

Que Ju's Chinese was really not very good, and the blood guard burst into laughter upon hearing this, which eased the tense atmosphere on the battlefield a lot.

Que Ju's face was slightly red, Murong Feng was proficient in Chinese, Que Ju was not to be outdone, after ten years of studying with him, he was still at a half-baked level.

Jia Rong sneered and said, "Nonsense, if we let him go, we won't be able to survive."

"General, this person is Queju, the master of the western part of Xianbei." The blood guard with keen ears hurried forward and said after hearing the Xianbei soldiers' comments.

Jia Rong laughed and said, "Old man Queju, do you see whose hands your son is in?"

Zhao Li cooperatively pushed Mu Da to Jia Rong's side, and put his sword on his neck.

Seeing Mu Da, Que Ju's aura immediately weakened. Que Ju has five sons, but Mu Da is the most talented. In Murong Feng's words, he is a rare talent in Xianbei. A lot of effort.

Jia Rong led more than 100 blood guards to the city gate slowly, followed by thousands of Xianbei troops. From the eyes of Xianbei soldiers, what Jia Rong saw was not fennu, but fear.

Jia Rong was very relieved of the weight of the people in Mingbai's hands. With Murong Feng as a bargaining chip, Xianbei, who had no choice but to surround the county, would not retreat.

As soon as he gained the advantage, Jia Rong began to imagine again.

Kuitou gave some soft instructions, and more than 100 Xianbei cavalry came towards Jia Rong.

Without Jia Rong's order, Que Ju, who discovered this abnormality, was furious, and personally led hundreds of cavalry forward. They drew their swords at each other when they disagreed with each other. In front of the Han army, a fight between comrades-in-arms was staged. It is well-known in the entire Xianbei.

Jia Rong was full of attitude, and led the soldiers to the city gate without any risk. Zhao Yun came to the team covered in blood, followed by a dozen cavalrymen. Jia Rong in the city was attacked. It was also uncomfortable, and the constant attraction of troops gave Jin Airong Nenggou a chance to breathe.

"Let the Xianbei of Beidi County retreat, or you will receive the heads of these three people!"

After putting down his words, Jia Rong led more than 100 blood guards and fled Lingzhou with three important figures of Xianbei.

Que Ju sighed, and personally led a thousand cavalry to the battlefield in Beidi County, so what if he gained an overwhelming advantage? If Murong Feng hadn't been running around in Xianbei for many years, I am afraid that Xianbei's situation would be even worse than it is now. After the death of Tan Shihuai Khan, there was a split.

Meiyou food and grass can be raised again, and Meiyou soldiers can be selected from the tribe again. Without Murong Feng, Xianbei is half over.

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