The 70,000-strong army marched at full speed, very fast.

The shameful son of the Golden Family only took the lead as a guide and did not make any detours.

As the sun was about to set, we could already see Horqin's left wing and rear flag in the distance.

Jia Cong is riding a jade lion horse that illuminates the night, looking forward with a telescope specially made by Yang Yiming.

Pieces of yurts are scattered on the endless prairie.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, it looks like a small city.

You can even hear the faint sound of horses neighing in the wind.

Along the meandering Xiliao River.

It is surrounded by rolling and gentle slopes.

It was dinner time, and smoke rose from the yurts.

On the flag.

Jing Chun asked: "Youshe, is he worried about attacking the camp in the middle of the night?"

Pushing a dozen trebuchets, they quietly reached the temporary camp where the rear wing and front flag were ambushed.

Ouyang Ke?

The armored warrior said angrily: "Yes! Master Eight!"

Talking about solving the weak bow on the upper and lower back.

And I forgot to ask Jia Congdao to throw Hai Dongqing’s body back to the small camp.

Nothing too bad should happen.

The horses of the Modong Tatars have been trained in artillery battles and have been frightened.

"Why don't you rush in for a while now?"

I just know whether I want to do it tonight or tomorrow morning.

The front banner cavalry attacking from the right and left wing came at a gallop!

Before leaving the camp with Youshe and others at the beginning of spring.

"Don't be alarmed until you find it, and come back immediately."

He shouted from afar: "Master! Master!"

"Yesterday, Tian Shou held the flagpole and spent the night as an owl."

Several specially made wind lamps floated down in the sky.

Outside the temporary camp, people suddenly howled and horses neighed!

"Zuo Ling is dead!"

"In terms of combat power, we can only count seven thousand soldiers and horses."

If Hai Dongqing wants to make a sneak attack and ambush, he must first taste the feeling of frightening the horse and blowing up the camp!

"Get some more tripping ropes or something."

Each of them ambushed two thousand Shao Mo Dong cavalry.

Ordered to set up camp behind the gentle slope.

Jia Cong glared at Zheng Shaofu.

What a famous general in Modong, he is enough to worry about the suppression with absolute firepower.

"I dare to make fun of Master Ba!"

"Today, among the ten or seventy people who were marching forward, they even met a scout brigade from Modong."

Youshe chuckled: "Brothers! Go back to camp!"

Jia Cong just pretended not to see my expression.

"I even saw an armored soldier!"

Of course, the Western Wei who I brought in temporarily to act as general translator is still with Jia Cong.

"Disarming means killing!"

During the heyday of the Golden Family, Gu Tianshou's intelligence had achieved great success.

Jia Cong shouted: "The whole army is pursuing us!"

"Master, you don't think it's weird how quiet the other side is."

Over there, Jia Cong heard the sound of thunder exploding from both sides.

At this time.

Jia Cong frowned.

The cavalry, which was originally running at full speed, suddenly became faster!

Raise your hand to take the weak bow from the upper back.

Zheng Shaofu said with a smile: "Brother Ouyang, don't pay attention to the eighth master!"

"Are you going to throw him down and hold him under the flagpole all night?"

"This is like pushing a few powerful general cannons out."

"Hai Dongqing is dead!"

The young man in white turned his head and took a deep look at Jia Cong.

In an instant, the whole camp lit up.

Hai Dongqing woke up from his dream.

Last moment.

It’s just that I never expected it.

What answered me was the sound of sparse gunfire!

First come first served!

"Waiting for you to come back for midnight snack!"

Hai Dongqing was angry: "Despicable and shameful Nanmanzi!"

It's hard to say that Jia Cong suddenly felt soft-hearted and was reluctant to tear up the beautiful picture like a computer desktop.

There are far places on both sides of Xiaochu's small camp, like thunder rising suddenly!

The Seventeenth Rhythm and the Seventy-Seven Solar Terms are followed by small shouts!

Youshe looks up.

Jia Cong still knows nothing after thinking about it.

Go in like a swarm of swarms!

"The artillery team, Tianming Rifle Team, guard the two wings tightly!"

"It's better to be caught off guard."

The huge thunder started again.

I don’t know that the most slender person among the crowd is the real Commander-in-Chief Xiao Chu.

Dozens of thunderbolts fell like raindrops.

"You can obviously see the rifle team, and they are rushing back like chickens!"

The armored warrior said in a loud voice: "Yes! Master Eight!"

Jia Cong turned his head and raised his feet before he could pat the armored warrior's shoulder.

Haidongqing stood up and fell!

The formation that was not in chaos at first has become an army!

The young man in white reminded loudly: "Master Eight, seven thousand cavalry can be ignored..."

The expression on Bo'er's face suddenly became slightly angry.

Zhebie means sharpshooter in Momeng Tatar dialect.

Jing Chun's heart skipped a beat.

I still haven’t seen the face of the former flag cavalryman under the horse, waving his sword and howling wildly.

She said to Jing Chunyuan: "Master, take your brothers to throw some caltrops."

Empty city?!

"The Nanbarbarians actually attacked the camp first!"
To be continued...