Murong Ji looked at the dark forest ahead and felt hesitant.

According to the scouts' reconnaissance, the journey from Changqinghu to Luting was very safe, and no trace of the enemy was found. But Murong Ji always felt uneasy. The first two scouts who sent to reconnaissance Changqinghu did not come back for some reason? They were all veterans of the tribe and it was impossible for them to escape for no reason. If they were killed, why were the scouts who set out behind them fine?

Murong Gu let out a sigh and said to Murong Ji in a low voice: "Walk a dozen miles more, we will completely get rid of danger. As long as we return to the tribe, no matter how awesome Murong Feng is, we have a way to deal with him."

Murong Ji nodded reluctantly with a smile, "Let's go, when you arrive in Guangping, there is still a chance in everything."

The troops lined up in a long snake formation and quickly and quietly entered the mountains and forests between Changqing Lake and Baoqiu River. The team of more than a thousand people was sparsely connected for more than a mile. Murong Ji ordered the soldiers not to ignite the fire, and everyone walked carefully on the winding and rugged path in the blurred moonlight. The soldiers were unsheathed and rolled the arrows. They looked nervous, looking around constantly, maintaining a high degree of vigilance to prevent being attacked by the enemy.

The troops were walking very slowly.

Murong Gu was very dissatisfied with an impatient look on his face. He drove his horse to Murong Ji and said loudly: "If you keep going like this, you won't be able to reach Luting tomorrow morning. It's necessary to be so nervous."

Murong Ji looked around uneasy and said softly: "Be careful. The terrain of this place is complex and the mountains are dense. Once it is buried, it will be wiped out and there will be no place to die."

He no longer paid attention to Murong Weng and shouted to the messenger around him: "Send the order and stretch the formation a little longer. Let the soldiers cheer up and strengthen their vigilance. Tell everyone that we will camp immediately when we arrive at Luting."

It took me more than ten miles to walk for about an hour.

The soldiers were in a high level of tension all the way, and were very tired physically and mentally. At this moment, they vaguely saw the iconic building of Luting Pavilion, a small stone pavilion built on a small hill in the moonlight.

I don’t know who made a cheer first, and then the excited shout suddenly broke the tranquility of the night. The birds in the forest were immediately awakened and flew around in fear.

The soldiers who were walking in the front immediately accelerated their pace. They drove their horses and hurriedly crossed the Xiaoshi Pavilion.

The endless plain looks particularly deep and vast under the soft and blurred moonlight.

The soldiers' hearts were suddenly relieved. The long danger had been overcome with difficulty. There was no fear in front of them, just as comfortable as when they arrived at home. They shouted loudly, laughed loudly, galloped on horseback, and vented their ecstasy carefreely.

The soldiers who were still walking slowly behind could no longer control their joy that had been out of danger. They shouted happily and ran wildly.

Murong Ji looked happy and smiled at Murong Gu and said, "We can go home."

Murong Gu laughed, "We were finally left behind by the Han army. I hope they can block Xiong Ba tomorrow, hit them hard, and kill Murong Feng's arrogance."

The two of them were in a good mood. While talking easily, they quickly crossed Luting as the troops accelerated.

Many soldiers had already dismounted and were waiting for the trumpet of the camp to blow, and they could immediately lie down and rest.

Under the expectant gaze of the soldiers, Murong Ji made a camping gesture to the horn soldiers who were following closely behind him.

The sound of the horn sounded immediately, and the low and long sound echoed in the blurred night for a long time.

In less than half an hour, thousands of soldiers fell asleep on the edge of the open plain. Dozens of soldiers in charge of alert were distributed around the camp. They rode on horses, much drowsy than awake.

A war horse suddenly raised its head alertly and opened its eyes wide to the depths of the plain. Then more war horses crowded together to rest seemed to be frightened and all neighed in fear. However, the soldiers who were extremely relaxed in body and mind were sleeping too well. They lay down on the ground wrapped in various cold-resistant clothes, completely unaware of the abnormal behavior of their war horses.

Suddenly, a faint roar came from the bleak and cold night wind. The sound was not loud, but it became clearer and clearer.

The soldiers who were on guard immediately became alert, and a few bold ones drove their horses to the depths of the darkness.

The roar became louder and thicker. The ground had a clear sense of vibration.

A torrent suddenly surged out of the darkness, whizzing out like stormy waves.

The soldier in charge of the alert widened his eyes, and was at a loss for a moment, forgetting his duties. Is this his own person or an enemy? Are there still enemies on the vast plain controlled by the Xianbei army?

A soldier subconsciously raised the calf horn that was tightly held in his hand and blew the alarm.

Murong Weng is older and generally sleeps less. He lays on his bag, holding his arms, and feels in a daze that there seems to be something moving around the war horses beside him.

He suddenly woke up and jumped up very quickly.

Murong Gu saw his war horses irritable and restless. His big eyes looked into the depths of the plain in horror, as if he had seen something that scared them. Then the rushing and low sound of small trumpets and the roar from far to near came to his ears in an instant.

Murong Gu's sleepiness disappeared suddenly and his face changed drastically. He turned around and looked at the plains. Terror and despair all surged into his heart for a moment, forcing him to roar almost nervously:

"Sneak attack, enemy attack..."

The frightened and shrill screams instantly tear through the tranquility of the night, monotonous and terrifying.

Murong Ji suddenly woke up, jumped up almost like a conditioned reflex, and pulled out the sword in the scabbard on his waist with his right hand.

He opened his eyes wide and shouted dizzyly: "Blow the trumpet, blow the trumpet, welcome the enemy..."

Suddenly he saw Murong Gu. Murong Gu was kicking the horn soldiers sleeping nearby. The horn soldiers stood up one after another. When they heard Murong Ji's shouting, they almost instinctively stuffed the horn into their mouths, and used all their strength to blew the sound of gathering horns.

The huge trumpet sound was like a stone thrown into the calm water, causing ripples. The soldiers in the camp were awakened at the same time, and they all got up sleepily, dizzy and could not find the southeast, west and north.

Then Murong Ji saw the iron cavalry that suddenly descended from the darkness, the overwhelming iron cavalry.

Murong Ji was shocked. The cunning Han people unexpectedly lie in the depths of the plain and threw a fatal blow when they were most paralyzed.

He suddenly became angry. If you don’t give me a way out, we will fight to the death.

He screamed wildly in an almost desperate voice: "Kill..., fight at will, and exchange your life for your life."

The enemy came too suddenly and was too close to the troops, so there was no time to organize queues and defenses. If you want to survive, you all depend on your own struggle.

The Han soldiers did not say a word, lying on the horse's back, and rushed to the panicked and chaotic enemy camp at the extreme speed of the war horse.

Li Hong's face was full of murderous aura, with a fierce aura in his hands, and raised his head and roared wildly: "Kill..."

"Kill..., kill the barbarian..." The bearded man ran wildly, danced with one hand, and turned around and roared.

"Brothers, kill for the sake of the Han Kingdom..." Yu Shi straightened his body, danced his long halberd, and shouted loudly.

"Kill the barbarians and avenge the dead brothers..." Tian Chong took the lead, waved his sword, and roared at the top of his lungs.

The Han soldiers looked excited, all of them were surging, shouting wildly, and shouting and killing were shocking the earth and the sounds shook the sky.

The Xianbei soldiers were frightened by the rushing iron cavalry. They were panicked, shocked and extremely frightened. They were all in a hurry and ran back and forth in the camp. Under the command of the horns of the ox, the leaders of each tribe tried to calm down, kept waving the battle flags and shouting loudly to summon their subordinates. The soldiers either flew on horses, gathered together in groups of three or five, or each took weapons, moved closer to each other, and tightly surrounded them to form a barrel-shaped defensive formation.

Fast, too fast.

In the blink of an eye, the rectangular impact formation composed of two thousand people was like a hammer thrown, making a deafening roar, roaring and smashing heavily into the enemy's camp, making a thunderous sound.

The black panther rose high into the air, stretched his limbs, and jumped into the middle of the dense enemy soldiers. Li Hong waved his big gun and swept and stabbed him. Two soldiers who were running back and wanted to avoid the impact of the black panther were immediately killed.

The Han army's iron cavalry rolled up blood and howls in the sky like the autumn wind swept away fallen leaves, ravaging and plundering innocent lives under the iron hooves.

The Xianbei people were running, screaming, flying in the air, moaning under iron hooves. The Han soldiers were chopping, roaring, slaughtering, and roaring on war horses.

A fierce battle was suddenly in the battlefield.

Zhao Wen's war horse was cut off by several Xianbei soldiers, and the huge body of the war horse fell to the ground. He flew out with inertia. The soldiers immediately followed him to see the fall of the army, chopped and killed him hard, and rushed up with a howling sound, intending to protect his safety. Several Xianbei soldiers ignored their lives and death and swung their swords to chop Zhao Wen who fell to the ground. Although Zhao Wen blocked several times, he was eventually outnumbered and shot in the chest by a Xianbei soldier at close range. He was immediately extinguished. The four soldiers who were preparing to save him had their eyes turned red and they lost their minds and slashed wildly, and then were besieged by the enemy and died one after another.

More than a dozen cavalry then came, rushed forward, slashed the horse, and immediately killed all the enemies. Wu Zhao waved his long spear and killed the last enemy who blocked his horse, then flew down the war horse, picked up Zhao Wen, and shouted tragically.

Murong Ji led a dozen guards to fight and walk, preparing to climb over Luting and escape into the mountains and forests. But they were stared at by the scouts who had entered the enemy's formation. Zheng Xin rushed to the front, with his sword and sword inseparable from the enemy's vital points. The soldiers Cheng Yanxing followed him in a row, and the soldiers who could not squeeze forward from behind kept shooting cold arrows at the enemy.

"Stop them, block them..." Seeing Xiaolan and a team of cavalry coming, Zheng Xin shouted with great force. Xiaolan shouted loudly when he heard the sound, and led the cavalry and Zheng Xin's scout team to immediately surrounded Murong Ji and his guards.

"Kill..." Zheng Xin roared angrily, and thirty or forty people raised their swords and guns, cut in from different angles, and bravely killed them.
Chapter completed!