Daying.

More than 300 Turkic light cavalrymen stationed here.

The fire was pounding, and the strong wind echoed in the military camp.

The soldiers guarding the camp curled up and cursed the ghost weather.

The wind became heavier and the snow became heavier and heavier, and the soldiers' vision became blurry.

However, with this weather, the soldiers of the Great Sui Dynasty would not have to encircle them, so they would freeze to death in the snow.

The entire hills were covered in white, and the air was filled with a suffocating chill.

"Hmm? What's that!" the Turkic soldier exclaimed.

A huge figure came out of the darkness, a black cow?

"Awesome? How could there be a ox here?"

"I guess who came from it."

Another Turkic soldier excitedly said, "I have eaten some this time, roast beef!"

The Turkic soldier licked his lips.

Several people gathered around and were about to take the cow back and kill him to eat meat.

Under the moonlight, a figure fell from the sky.

The sharp sword light was like a crescent moon, passing over their heads like a gust of wind and landing in front of them.

In the blink of an eye, three people fell down.

"Enemy attack!!"

With a loud roar, the quiet night was torn through.

Everyone was startled and looked back.

Nearly a thousand savage-like beings jumped out of the dark bushes.

They rushed over while screaming.

The Turks reacted very quickly, but the total number of defeated soldiers rushed over was several times that of theirs.

Li Ping'an rode the old cow and waved his big sword.

There was a burst of chopping around, rocks flying around, and trees broke.

The sword wind whistled and the momentum was terrifying.

"rush!!"

Some people's weapons were slashed away, and some people were shocked by the force of the slash and fell off the horse's back.

Some people barely withstood the knife, but their arms were numb.

The rushing camp was based on a breath of energy, and the breath dissipated.

These defeated soldiers had no way to survive.

Only rushing, rushing without fear of death.

A roar broke out from the crowd, and a strong Turkic man rushed out with a spear and rushed forward with a wild scream.

After a moment, the souls of several defeated soldiers of the Great Sui Dynasty were added under the gun.

He is a warrior who went on a warrior with the army.

This is why Li Ping'an is unwilling to confront the army alone.

Each army will have more or less some warriors who will go out with the army to fight.

After experiencing countless life-and-death battles, I have developed a strong strength.

It's not something that a simple warrior can match.

With the cooperation of the army, it is like a ferocious beast.

Those Qi training men who aim to live longevity must retreat when they meet them.

After all, the former seeks victory, while the latter seeks enlightenment and cultivation of immortality.

But there were too many defeated soldiers rushing over, which greatly delayed the pace of several military warriors.

Li Ping'an found an opportunity and led several elite soldiers to tear a hole.

The sword lights and the flesh and blood are flying everywhere.

The sound of fighting is getting more and more fierce, more and more chaotic and intense.

The two hills are bulging with horns, and there is a flat ground in the middle.

The Turks were divided into two places, so that no matter which side was attacked, the other side would be prepared.

The Great Sui army rushed down the hillside and rushed towards the last hill.

Arrows are like rain, and flesh and blood are flying everywhere.

"Swoosh!!"

A sharp arrow struck Li Ping'an's ears.

However, the person behind him was not as good as Li Ping'an and was shot directly.

Thrilling screams came one after another, some people fell down, some people rolled, but no one stopped.

Because now stops, what awaits them is death.

Only by rushing and rushing forward can you have a way out.

The rain of arrows only temporarily delayed the crowds that rushed in.

Some of the defeated soldiers raised their shields, while others raised their armor as protection.

However, the Turkic rain of arrows was too dense.

It seemed as if a wall was coming towards me, a piece of darkness that was insurmountable.

"It's the Turkic Arrow Formation!!"

Someone yelled.

Everyone's faces showed despair.

Li Ping'an spread his palms, revealing half of the rice paper, with the word "Feng" written on it.

Zhao Mu and others also took out the word "wind" handed over to them in advance according to Li Ping'an's instructions.

Li Ping'an took a deep breath and vented it word by word.

"The wind rises!"

It is a sound.

The wind blew from behind, from the gradually dissipating smoke, with the smell of bones and iron blood, the sound of horse hooves and swords and guns.

It rolled up the snow all over the sky, hit people's faces, hit their shields, and hit their armor's rivets.

Making a crackling sound,

"boom--!!"

A large open space was plowed out on the snowy ground, and the snow was blown everywhere by the wind, and even a few trees were blown off by the waist.

The dense rain of arrows dissipated in the strong wind.

"Road over! Go home."

This group of soldiers who fought desperately showed a spirit of indomitable progress at this moment, which was a tragic spirit.

He climbed over gullies, gullies and obstacles, and rushed into the enemy's formation.

On a snowy night, they were greeted by extremely brave Turkic soldiers.

The moonlight shines on their armor, reflecting cold light, making people shudder.

The Turks thought they were here to fight, so they fought very bravely.

However, in fact, these people just wanted to tear a hole and rush out of the enemy's encirclement and return to the army of the Great Sui Dynasty.

Although there were many defeated soldiers, they fled again through a long journey.

Naturally, the combat power cannot be compared with the Turks who were waiting for it, and even most of the weapons in their hands were picked up.

So Li Ping'an didn't want to lead them to annihilate the enemy from the beginning, but rushed out.

Just planning things often happen sometimes.

For example, at this moment, the Turkic resistance exceeded expectations.

The combat effectiveness of these defeated soldiers when they were dying was also beyond their expectations.

Because everyone understands that rushing out is their only hope.

There are many powerful warriors among the defeated soldiers. Although they cannot do one to make one hundred, they can still do it if one to make one to ten.

Li Ping'an held a knife in his hand, and his nose was filled with the smell of blood and the breath of wind and snow.

The blood slashed along the blade, soaking through the snowy night, dyeing a sea of ​​blood red.

This night is destined to be uneasy.
Chapter completed!