When their rushing was declining, they found that the light cavalry of the three guards of Duoyan were wandering around. There was no room in front of them for them to run, fully utilize their speed, weight, and perfect cooperation of strength. The unstoppable power made the heavy cavalry become clumsy and slow. The surrounding warriors were like groups of wild wolves, killing them without hesitation.

This is a fierce battle, with both sides intertwined and entangled together. They shouted and roared, and blood gushed, but the people in Huadang obviously had the upper hand. When the force was equal, the number of people was the absolute factor in winning.

The local cavalry knew that this was the last battle, and their courage increased. They wandered around and intercepted fiercely, attacked from a distance and took close combat, and cooperated with tacit understanding. The three thousand elite cavalry guards were constantly decreasing. The first one was the 400 heavy cavalry who were originally fierce and powerful, which was very easy to break. There were clear instructions in ancient times...

Nabuqi walked into Kedun's tent in panic and shouted anxiously: "Kedun, the army of Huadang sneaked into our camp. They are crowded and powerful. General Morigen asked you to leave here immediately. His personal guard centurion Shaobu is waiting outside, let's go quickly."

Serimzhuoer kept standing nervously in the camp waiting for the news. She already knew that there was a sneak attack by a tribe, but she still didn't know where the enemy came from. Boyan's expedition was outside. Although the news was tightly blocked, the news could not be hidden for a long time.

It has been more than twenty days, and now the news should be gradually spread. According to her estimates, Huo Silk and Huadang received the news and sent someone to verify it. Even if they immediately decided to break up and use their troops, they would notify the tribes to gather troops until they set out. It would take about twenty days at the earliest. In nearly two months, Boyan should come back.

However, the alarm is prominent now. How could this happen? Serimzhuoer's clear and pretty face was nervous and solemn. She hoped that it would be a false alarm, or a certain vassal tribe who boldly committed suicide due to food shortage. As long as it was not Huosie and Huadang, the two heroes who dared to directly contact Boyan, it would not be a great danger.

However, the words of the personal maid Nabuqi now dispelled her fantasy. Zhuoer's pretty face turned pale, and his thin and rosy lips were bitten tightly, and he felt a fishy and sweet smell.

Seeing her stunned, Nabuqi hurriedly shook her arm and said, "Ke Dun, Ke Dun, go quickly, it will be too late any later."

Zhuoer shook his head slightly and pushed her hand away: "No, Nabuqi, it's too late. Huadang attacks our camp. He will not stop us from escaping the road. With a few hundred warriors, they can't rush out."

Her eyes flashed for a moment, and she took a long breath and said, "Tell me my order, everyone should not make unnecessary resistance. We accept the arrangement of fate, I... order the tribe to surrender!"

Nabuqi opened his mouth wide in surprise, and after a while, he murmured: "Let Shaobu's people escape in scattered places. There will always be someone who can escape. You should ask Khan to return to the army as soon as possible..."

"Shut up! Immediately convey my orders, don't be angry!" Zhuoer's face was elegant and elegant, like a clean snow lotus. When he was angry, he had a stern aura. Nabuqi was shocked, and hurriedly gave a gift, and hurried out to pass the order.

"If I knew I was kidnapped, Khan would definitely return to the master immediately. But it was too late to return to the master now, so he could only drag him down. Khan is doing great things, and whether he can make a comeback will be done in one fell swoop. Mandu Hai can assist him in achieving hegemony, and I, Serimzhuer, can!" Zhuoer clenched his fists, pinched his palms deeply, but it was far worse than the pain in his heart.

Her order was too late, and the three thousand elite cavalrymen who were fighting against the enemy outside the camp did not return. When Huadang's two teams of cavalrymen kicked the camp and broke into the pan, they killed many elderly people who were sick and disabled in a hurry. Shaobu and his elite cavalry were forced to resist and were quickly razed into mud under the horse's hooves. Nabuqi was so shocked that his face turned pale, and the queen's order did not leave the Khan's camp at all.

How could the twelve Hana Mongolian Khan camps not recognize the soldiers on the grassland? The iron cavalry surrounded the huge felt bags of the white tent, but no one dared to enter and harass them.

Nabuqi felt relieved when she saw this. She rushed back to the tent, trying to report the current news to Kedun. When she lifted the curtain, she found that Kedun was sitting a few days ago beside the curtain, combing her beautiful hair like clouds. She changed into a milky white lace-clad evening silk robe. Her breasts were half exposed, and she held her slender waist, and her body was covered with a light gauze, which could not hide the round curve of the fragrant buttocks.

Nabuqi was stunned at first, then suddenly realized, and finally there was a deep contempt...

Huadang's army became the new owner of Boyan's camp. The captive women and children were taken into custody separately. The livestock, cattle, sheep and other property in the camp could be counted until dawn. In addition to collecting bows, arrows, weapons, etc., the tired army occupied Boyan's camp, made fires and made meals, and prepared a good rest for a night.

Bai Yin was very careful. He arranged guards everywhere in the camp, and Hua Dang also sent his son Alsling out and led his personal guards to set up layers of alerts on the periphery to prevent them from being attacked.

When everything was arranged, he came to the Khan's tent, and the soldiers surrounded him clenched their fists and saluted him. Huadang looked at the white tent with confidence, with beautiful patterns embroidered on the tent, gorgeous and solemn. At this moment, countless torches reflected the figures of the soldiers on the white tent, with shadows and shadows. They were twisted and transformed, like evil ghosts with teeth and claws.

Huadang smiled slightly, walked to the tent and stopped for a while, then lifted the felt curtain. As you looked up, the ground was covered with soft carpets, and the patterns were woven intricate. This was the tent of Khan's living, a huge bed, placed behind the gentle and hazy curtain, in front of the curtain was a throne, a long one in front of the throne, with a few plates of fresh fruits, snacks, and two bottles of flowers on it.

The lights are dim on the curtain on the right side, and there is a gorgeous dressing table. A beautiful woman is sitting gently, covering the floor lamp on the dressing table. The lights transmit through the soft white robe, highlighting her slender and graceful figure, which is so beautiful that it is mouth-watering.

There are a few such beautiful and extraordinary beauties on the grassland? This is Serimzhuer, the beauty famous in the grassland, and the queen who Beyan Khan's favorite. The flower local breathed heavily, and the scorching flames shot out of her eyes.

Serim Zhuoer stood up and walked step by step. The graceful figure under the gauze swung gently with her waist and hips, creating an attractive wave of waves. A charming and lewd atmosphere rippled in the curtain. Zhuoer's pair of autumn water-like eyes drooped slightly, and he bowed timidly in front of the flower dang.

Huadang leaned down gently, raised her smooth chin, stared at the stunning beauty for a long time, then held her arms and helped her up. He smiled and laughed happily, as if he was now the king of the grassland.

On the grassland, no matter how noble you are, if you are defeated, everything you belongs to the victor, and everything you are what he asks for. It is common for the Chief, Khan's wives to keep flowing like goods in the war of men before the victor, and the victor of the victor.

Boyan Khan's mother was once snatched away by the leader of another tribe in the war. Boyan Khan didn't steal his mother back until he grew up and defeated that tribe. At this time, his mother had given birth to several more children for the leader. The women on the grassland were like rootless duckweed, and could only rely on the wings of the powerful.

At this moment, Boyan was the most beautiful and noble queen also surrendered to his feet, admitting that he was the greatest grassland hero and the strongest person on the grassland. What else could Boyan do, the wrecked dog?

Outside the tent, the torches were still shining. At some point, Naqibu bowed and quietly stepped out, then lowered the curtain and knelt beside the curtain.

The pasture and the people were all owned by others. Poor Boyan Mengke, when he returned to his army, had nothing to do, so he could only disband the brigade and lead his confidants to become horse thieves on the grassland, right?

When the fire sieve received the flowers, it suddenly came out in full swing, taking advantage of the emptiness behind Boyan and taking all the land in one fell swoop, the overall situation was decided and it was too late. It seems that there was a certain kind of tacit cooperation and tacit understanding that would soon become a new competitor.

This time and another time, Boyan, the originally most powerful enemy, is no longer worth mentioning. The two need to re-evaluate the real strength of the new main opponent,

While accumulating strength, they were waiting silently, waiting for the two sides to fight together for a day. At the same time, they were also waiting for Boyan and waiting for the final performance of this hero at the end. Is it funny or tragic? I hope that this once strongest man will not disappoint them.

In any case, the grassland has temporarily entered the tranquility before the storm...

The imperial envoy, Yang Ling, the Duke of Weiguo, stationed in the Martial Arts Hall in Dezhou City. The front and back houses of the Martial Arts Hall are a vast and deep mansion, with three courtyards in front and back, and parking cars and horses on both sides, and errands are placed across the courtyard. Since it is a military office, there are high walls and deep buildings, and the courtyard is covered with trees.

It was mid-June, and the weather was dry and hot. It had just rained yesterday. Not long after, the cool air swept away. The cicadas' chirping sounds intertwined, and it was noisy early in the morning, and it was almost leisurely.

Yang Ling tied his robe and scarf, wrapped his jade belt around his waist, and after a long time of tying up, he stopped working. While helping him bring his sword, Wu Hanchao frowned and said, "Duke, yesterday afternoon I took some people to wander around the city, and then went to Sangyuankou and Twelve Liancheng. As the Duke of the country expected, the army not only had its own subordinates, but also had poor military disciplines, and there were wandering soldiers and brave soldiers everywhere.

Now there are reinforcements from Tianjin and Baoding, and the local soldiers from Dezhou are also divided into central and right guards. As for the strong men and brave men, they also have their own regiment training. As for the scattered soldiers who escaped from Qihe, Linyi, Huimin and other counties, the morale of the scattered soldiers was even lower and very scattered.

Commander Luo is only the nominal person in charge, but in fact many generals do not take him seriously. These troops with each other's ambition and difficulty in executing orders are stationed in three places. They must support each other, cooperate with each other, trust each other, and unify the orders. Although our total strength is twice as strong as that of the horse thieves, it is inevitable that they will have their own selfish intentions, shirking each other's responsibility, and delaying the opportunity to fight."

Yang Ling nodded, pressed the spring, and "killed" the sword and bounced out half a foot. He pushed the sword into the sheath with a clang, tightened the flat scarf in all directions, and said, "Let's go, go to the school ground, I know what you said, I just want to ask you to go and verify it again. Use heavy dictates in troubled times, and use strong medicine for serious illnesses. These masters and generals and gangster soldiers must first be cleaned up, otherwise it will be of great use. Oh, give me a cup of herbal tea and wear a piece of clothing and sweat all over."

The group hurried to the outer hall. Commander Luo was wearing armor and had been waiting for a long time. When he saw Duke Wei appear, he immediately put down his teacup and raised his clothes. Yang Ling looked at Luo Guangquan, Commander Luo nodded slightly, Yang Ling smiled slightly and said, "Let's go to the schoolyard."

The front door of the martial arts hall is very magnificent, with red lacquer and copper rings of beasts. The lions in front of the door confront each other. The ground in front of the door was made as hard as iron and stone. A tricky fighter pierced the clouds, and a large flag with a character "Yang" hanging high above it.

There were eight soldiers on the back of the tiger-backed bear-waisted waist standing under the stairs in front of the door. It was cool here. There was also a wind of penetration, so the eight people would not feel too uncomfortable. When they saw the Duke coming out, their originally lazy bodies immediately straightened up, pressing the hilt of the knife with their hands, and their expressions were solemn, but Yang Ling and others had just passed by, and their raised shoulders were put down, and the majestic evil spirit was swept away. There was no way. The ground in Shandong was really hot when it got hot.

Someone had already led the war horse outside the gate. Yang Ling took a large sun hat and put it on his head, turned over the horse, raised his whip. With a loud sound of hooves, dozens of strong horses galloped away like a rapid lightning.

The Dezhou School Field is located in the outer city, nine miles around the inner city and twenty miles outside city. It is very vast. The flags are flying on the large school field. The Dezhou Guard, Dezhou Left Guard, Baoding Army, Tianjin Army, Dezhou Regiment Training Army, Qihe, Linyi, Huimin and other places are each in one yard. Of course, these soldiers are not all defenders, only about 10,000 people.

Yang Ling looked carefully: the weapons were varied, the military uniforms were colorful, the body was five large and three thick, and the queue was five or two. When Yang Ling saw them, the five aggregates were empty. This was simply a group of mobs.

The two military formations of Dezhou Guard and Dezhou Left Guard are the most neat. Whether they are cavalry and infantry, they exude a solemn and murderous aura, they seem to be well-trained. At first glance, they are strong bows and sharp swords, fierce and powerful soldiers. The reinforcements in Baoding and Tianjin are not bad, but since they are reinforcements, they inevitably feel that they are so masters who regard themselves as guests and stand up to the east and west.

The regiment trained all the people and the people were strong. Although they stood there very hard, they were still slanted. They stood like this, and once the battle started, they rushed out in a hurry. You can imagine how difficult it is to command and dispatch on the battlefield.

These farmers only gathered together to practice during the slack farming period. Shandong local martial arts are probably good. The problem is that even if the personal martial arts of marching and fighting are as high as Jing Foer and Min Crazy, it will not have much impact on the war. After all, the military requires coordination and cooperation in combat, and this is what they lack.

As for the deserters who were concentrated in Dezhou in other counties, they were basically the soldiers living there for generations. The soldiers of the garrison were decayed and low in combat power. As we all know, they were able to stand out from these bad soldiers, survive the fittest, and escape a life of the crazy horses of the white-clothed army gloriously. This is also considered a talent. These people are either strong or smart or alert. The problem is that their military discipline is the worst. Moreover, as a soldier, their psychological fatigue and fear of war are the most important reasons for their low combat power.

"Oh, let alone this, each has its own jurisdiction, and the different orders are even more deadly. Can these people complete my plan? In any case, I must try it!"

Yang Ling stood on the horse, glanced at the miscellaneous army with sharp eyes, then knocked the horse's belly, shaking the reins lightly, urging the horse to continue moving forward, with only dozens of personal guards behind him, but these dozens of people were even more imposing than the tens of thousands of troops in front of him. When he stood solemnly, the Yuan stopped Yuezhi, and when he moved forward, he was neatly and walked slowly like a forest, a murderous aura that was not available to these solemn soldiers in the schoolyard.

Yang Ling climbed to the stage, Commander Luo stood in front of the stage and sang the titles for our "Masters" in turn. Duke Wei was here, so everyone could give face to him one by one. All the troops went around to the stage to do some performances, changing formations, and punching skills. This time, Yang Ling felt a little relieved.

The martial arts spirit in this area has been around for a long time. It is precisely because of this that Yang Hu, Liu Liu and others raised the banner to rebel, so they quickly formed strong combat power. The officers and soldiers here are rooted here, so their martial arts foundation is not weak, and there is still hope for good training.

When the troops from all walks of the army were already sweating profusely, the sun was shining, and even the generals in front of the stage could not stand it. However, Yang Ling had taken off his sun hat and had oil on his forehead. He stood in front of the stage and did not move, so they did not dare to act.

Yang Ling stepped forward and began to speak. The name of the sect was nothing more than words of kindness and comfort in the court and the emperor. Then he began to talk about the fact that all armies defended Dezhou together, and should work together and be united.

Yang Ling then ordered the central army to read out the 17 54 slaughter of the army, and read it one by one loudly. He had to explain it carefully in spoken words, which made the central army so tired that it was so exhausted that the soldiers below the stage were soaked in their heads that they heard it drowsy.

Seeing this, Yang Ling stepped forward and shouted: "All army should be careful and walk forward three steps!"

The three armies were stunned, and the commanders first reacted and quickly conveyed the military orders loudly. The three armies walked forward three steps in unevenly, closer to the dot and the platform.

Yang Ling swept the entire army majesticly and whispered loudly: "You can't stand the little scorching sun? You are all soldiers. After a military order, you say that the sun is too hot in the sky. Even if you are just a knife in the sky, you can't move, and you are not allowed to move. There is a saying since ancient times that the army is defeated like a mountain. Have you heard of it? There is another saying, "The army order is like a mountain! The army order is like a mountain! The military order is not to be followed, the mountain will fall, and the soldier will be defeated!"

He turned to the Central Army and said, "Continue to recite!"

"Yes!" The Central Army roared in a hoarse voice and continued to roar. The soldiers in the audience cursed but did not dare to speak loudly. They had to listen to the howling like a donkey in the middle army officer.

At this moment, someone hurriedly ran up to the stage and whispered a few words to Luo Guangquan. Luo Guangquan immediately walked up and whispered to Yang Ling. Yang Ling retreated to the side of the Taiwan side. He called Baoding and commanded the generals from several ways in Tianjin to discuss it. It turned out that someone reported that there were small groups of horse thieves outside the city, which was obviously a test of the reality and reality in the city.

This is the outer city, not far from the city block. Only three arrows were apart, Yang Ling said: "I have not seen the appearance of the Xiangma Army with my own eyes. Come, all the generals will climb the city with me to see."

Then he called the Central Army and said, "I ordered the entire army to stand up. I will not act rashly without obtaining the order of this general! I will come with all the generals."

Yang Ling led the generals off the stage, turned over and rode the horse, and headed straight for the northern city like flying. Seeing his war horse walking away, the voice of the central army also weakened, and his voice was almost shouting.

How long has the Duke of the National Palace? The soldiers were eager to see each other but they didn't see the generals returning. One of the scattered soldiers in Qihe County could not help it. He pulled his sweaty military uniform and fanned the wind while walking a few steps with a sad face, and whispered to the stage: "Mr. Zhongjun, Duke of the National Palace has been there for a long time, and the military law has been finished. The sun is so sunny that people will die. Will you disband and take a break?"

"Cough! Roar roar roar ~~Cough!" The central officer coughed hard a few times, squeezed out a little saliva to moisten his throat. He said with a hoarse voice: "Stop~~~ nonsense! Isn't Guan Gong burning? Military orders are like......... cough cough..... sand!"

The Baihu retreated in disappointment after hearing this. After a while, another officer stepped out of the Tianjin garrison and said lazily: "I said... we are here to help you fight, not to suffer. What are you doing? I'm like taking a bath. Are you Shandong people so mocking people?"

"Roar! Cough cough! Lord Chen, Sha Ling land is Guan Gong, and it is also......... from your land," the central officer replied in his throat.

Low-level generals from all walks of life came forward to protest, and the central officer couldn't stand it anymore. He just waved his hand firmly, then pointed back, and never answered a word. Seeing this scene, the hundred households in Qihe were annoyed and cursed: "The Duke said that he would come when he goes. How long has it been? I'm almost done with adults. Damn, it's just a military parade, it's not a war. Please don't take a chicken feather as a command arrow."

He turned around and waved his hand and said, "Brothers, go and go to the shade of the tree to cool down. When the Duke comes back, he will join the team to listen to the training!"

The soldiers hesitated and were unable to resolve. Finally, the six or seven soldiers who escaped with him stood up and followed him to the shade of trees dozens of feet away. Looking at the soldiers who were still standing on the school grounds, the hundreds of households in Qihe gloated and pointed at them and laughed from time to time.

The hundred households pursed their lips. It was cooler, but they were so thirsty that they couldn't bear it. He stood up and tiptoed to look away, and then directed a clever soldier to climb onto the tree branch and looked at it. Seeing that there were no figures of the Duke and the generals in the distance, he said, "It seems that he will not come back for a while. Let's go and have a drink!" He said, and led the brothers away.

The soldiers were so hungry that they were so thirsty that they could not help but be moved when they saw them being free and comfortable under the shade of the trees. Finally, some lower-level lieutenants ran out with a few close friends. Of course, some soldiers left spontaneously, and Guan Zuo stopped him and dared not move again. Some soldiers left themselves. Guan Zuo neither stopped nor went to join him.

Half an hour later, sixty or seventy people had gathered under the shade of the trees. At this moment, a sudden horse galloped, and three thousand elite cavalry divided into two rows, rushing down from the south of the schoolyard along the shade of the trees on both sides. The cavalry ran wildly, the rain was shrouded yesterday, and the dried loess today rolled like a yellow dragon, covering the sky and the earth.

The light and soft leather armor was slanted with yellow robe, and a swan feather was worn on the top of their heads. They wore short guns on their waists, swords, bows and arrows, and the swords, guns, blades and blades were cold. The murderous aura that everyone showed was intimidating, enough to make their opponents scared.
Chapter completed!