Ashim reluctantly agreed, and he brought his companions, more than twenty cavalry, all the great food warriors, and all the great food horses. As soon as Ashina Modu looked, he knew that these people were not ordinary sand thieves, but real great food knights. He and Ashim agreed that he would take the initiative and the great food guys would just watch from the side. When he defeated Li Zaixing's camp, he would naturally hand Aya and the great food guys to Ashim to take away.

The battle began, and fifty Turkic knights rode their horses and whipped them, and rushed towards Li Zaixing's camp.

This is a highland, less than a hundred steps in a radius. The river turned a bend under the high ground and flowed northward. Only the northwest corner of the high ground could pass. Fifty knights came from the west and rushed to this gap. As long as they rode their horses up the high slope, Ashina Modu could command the army to rush in and step Li Zaixing's camp into a flat ground.

Although the night is dark, these Turkic knights are all people who grew up on horseback. They have superb riding skills, familiar terrain, and their speed is not weaker than that during the day.

"Swoosh swish swish!" In the darkness, several sharp arrows broke through the air. The Turkic knights quickly raised their shields, but they were still one step slower. The two knights turned over and fell off the horse, and were then trampled on by their companions' horse hooves and died.

Death did not make the Turks lose their courage, but instead aroused their fighting spirit. They shouted loudly, rode their horses and whipped, and rushed to the high ground at a faster speed.

Two hundred steps, one hundred fifty steps, one hundred steps.

With a loud shout from afar, the fire burst out, and then, the sound of arrow feathers breaking through the air and a dense rain of arrows shot towards the Turks.

Under the faint light of fire, ten archers stood side by side, waved their hands constantly, shooting sharp arrows into the sky. In front of them, there were a row of tall black shadows, which looked like a mound of soil and a city wall.

The Turks were not in the mood to see what it was. They were angry and galloped wildly. As long as they rushed through these hundred steps, these ignorant Tang people would become ghosts under their swords.

Fifty steps! Thirty steps! Twenty steps!

The archers shot even more quickly, and the Turks could even hear their slacks. They gritted their teeth, raised the sword in their hands, and let out a roar before the battle. The blood boiled with the roar, making their eyes red as if they were covered with a layer of blood.

At this moment, the war horse suddenly leaned and flew out horizontally. The knight on the horse was caught off guard and flew up as well.

Then, another running war horse stumbled, and the knight was shocked, subconsciously let go of the stirrup, jumped up, flew into the air, and was floating in the air.

Then another one.

Three or four war horses fell one after another. Some knights put their feet in stirrups and were pressed to the ground by the war horses and could not move. Some were even pressed by the huge bodies of the war horses and were so angry that they jumped up from the horses in time. Some knights took two steps in the air and stepped on the ground. They ran two steps tightly before they stabilized their bodies.

However, they were not happy at all. Because they were less than ten steps away from the archer, and the black shadow in front of the archer had rushed over and raised the sharp sword in his hand.

These are two small five-person arrays, one behind them, and three small arrays are moving forward in an inverted triangle shape.

Pei Xuanqing roared and the iron whip was smashed in the air, smashing a stunned Turkic knight's legs so weak that he fell to his knees. Before he could raise the sword in his hand, a long spear stabbed out from the middle of the shield, pierced his leather armor and stabbed into his chest.

The spear was pulled away as soon as it stabbed. Before the Turkic knight could even feel the pain, blood gushed out from the wound, and the strength in his body quickly passed with the blood. The sword in his hand became extremely heavy and could no longer be lifted.

A black shadow came towards him, kicked the knight's chest, and stomped him to the ground. Then, a sword swept across his neck with the sound of wind.

The Turks who charged fell one after another, hitting horizontal war horses. The fallen soldiers suddenly formed a chaotic line of defense, blocking the charge route of the knights behind. The Turks quickly changed their formation, some turned their horses' heads and ran to the sides, while some lifted the reins and forced the horses to hold them.

People shouted and neighed, and they were in chaos for a while.

Pei Xuanqing and others took the opportunity to enter and killed those knights who jumped off the horse, knights who were suppressed by war horses, or knights who were still sitting on the horses but had lost their speed. Three small formations quickly advanced like tigers entering a flock of sheep, slashing and killing.

The cavalry that lost their speed was the lamb to be slaughtered. Faced with the harsh formation formed by Pei Xuanqing and others, the Turkic knights who fought each other had no power to fight back. Especially Pei Xuanqing, the iron whip in his hand was extremely heavy. Every whip was swung out with a sharp roar, tearing the night wind, knocking away the scimitar in the hands of the Turkic knights, or smashing their heads.

The iron whip hits the sword, and the sound of Ding Dang sounds; it hits the arm, and it blows the fracture; it hits the helmet, and the head is broken and bloody.

Pei Xuanqing broke into the Turks like a furious giant bear and knocked down all the enemies in front of him. Four rangers followed closely behind him, some with swords, some with guns, those who were close to him, and those who were far away were picking, and those who were in a tacit understanding, invincible.

In a trance, they seemed to have returned to the streets of Chang'an and were fighting in groups. However, after receiving Li Zaixing's training for a few months, they now cooperated more tacitly and had stronger combat power.

This feeling is really good.

On the other hand, Gus and five other mercenaries were in a good mood. No longer had to be mercenaries for the cannibals, they became Elmerdi's personal guards. Once the Zhong Cao restored the country, they would become the heroes of the Zhong Cao. At that time, they could become officials or leave with a generous reward. What made them even more satisfied was that Li Zaixing favored Elmerdi very much, and Elmerdi also relied on them as their confidants and fought under the guidance of the true god Ahura, giving them a common goal and thus had incomparable courage.

This kind of small-scale battle is exactly the battle that mercenaries like the most and is also the battle they are best at.

While attacking, Gus looked at Pei Xuanqing's situation on the other side. They not only had to cooperate with each other, but also had to secretly compete to see who was the more brave warrior. In the eyes of Gus and others, Pei Xuanqing and others might be warriors, but they are not qualified warriors. For example, heavy weapons like Iron Whip rarely appear on the battlefield because they consume too much physical strength and cannot last. Pei Xuanqing is self-reliant, and using such weapons can achieve temporary effects, but it is not a complete solution. After a long time, when he is exhausted, he will regret it.

Therefore, they cannot lose to Pei Xuanqing.

Gus yelled in Persian: "Alahu is above, angels protect him, kill—"

"Kill!" The mercenaries roared in unison: "For Elmady!"

"For Allah, kill!"

The small formation formed by Zhang Wan and others was at the end. Zhang Wan was only wearing armor, bare-armed, revealing the left arm "I am not afraid of Jingzhao Yin" and the right arm "I am not afraid of Yan Luo" with his left arm, dancing with two horizontal swords, one long and one short, with a hideous face and murderous intent. As long as there is an enemy standing in front of him, no matter whether he is dead or alive, he will cut his head and chop it to the ground.

Because Pei Xuanqing and Gus were cutting all the way in front of him like two iron pliers, there were very few enemies left to Zhang Wan, which made Zhang Wan a little dissatisfied and a little depressed. Every knife was cut out like an vent, and he did not give the opponent any chance to resist.

One killer will be killed, no one will be spared.

In the distance, the ten archers stopped shooting continuously and instead attacked accurately. At such a close distance, the other party was sitting on the horse's back, which was the best mobile target. Letting these Shakiels from Bahanna shoot such targets is simply a humiliation for them. If they fail to shoot again, they should have committed suicide by slashing their swords.

The sound of swords breaking through the air, the sound of bowstrings trembling, and the sound of arrows and feathers flying together, forming a hymn of killing.

The Turks were in trouble and could not move forward. They either dismounted and fought in stairs or retreated. They were not enemies who formed small formations. They retreated, and only the knights at the end could do it. It was difficult for the people sandwiched in the middle to leave quickly. They were just gritting their teeth, waving their swords, and resisting stubbornly.

The battle soon entered a one-sided situation.

Asuna Modu stood in the darkness in the distance, looking at the battlefield fighting in front of him, listening to the screams one after another, he was a little puzzled.

It is not surprising that the opponent was prepared, but after such a long time, his subordinates not only did not break the enemy's blockade and rushed in, but instead showed signs of retreating, which made him a little unacceptable.

He secretly glanced at the Great Cannibal in the distance. If the Great Cannibal felt that the Turks had no combat power and could not even solve the problem of thirty or fifty people, would they have thoughts about Kadi Zhen City?

To live peacefully, one must have strength as a support. Without strength, one must either perish or surrender and become a slave to others. This is the rule on the grassland and the rule believed by the great cannibals from the desert. As a former Turkic man, Ashina Modu also believed in such a rule. He knew that in order to make the city of Gadidi live with dignity, the great cannibals must see their strength and recognize that they are also a wolf, not a weak sheep.

Sheep will only attract wolves.

Asuna Modu took a deep breath and ordered a hundred knights to attack, and at the same time lit a torch to show his own formation.

With a command, countless torches lit up, illuminating the face of Asuna Modu, the cold faces of more than 400 knights, and illuminating the tranquil formation of the Turks.

One hundred knights rushed out of the position on foot and rushed towards the battle group that was fighting.

"Retreat! Retreat!" Pei Xuanqing roared and retreated quickly.

"Arrowman, prepare-" A Shakir shouted and raised the strong bow in his hand.
Chapter completed!