The night is dark, the wind is howling, mixed with snow seeds, this is the first snow in the desert.

The vision was a little blurred. Yan Xiaoyi raised his head and the snow seeds hit his face. It was a little painful, but the coldness and pain made him more awake. At midnight, under the guidance of Fan Jian and his friends, they found a shallow place and crossed the Argus River. Now, the Zion tribe on the opposite side was already in their sight. With a sprint, they could reach the target.

The howling north wind and snow seeds are their natural cover. In this ghost weather, I am afraid that the sentry of the Zion tribe who keeps watch will hide in the warm tent and will not suffer such pain outside. Although the weather is bad, it is what the attackers most hope for, which will allow them to win the greatest victory at the lowest cost.

With a choking sound, Yan Xiaoyi pulled out his saber and "Prepare to attack!" The choking sound sounded, and more than a hundred sharp sabers were pulled out from the sheath almost at the same time. The war horse under his crotch felt the familiar aura of about to fight, and was also excited to step on the ground.

"You three, go run away!" Yan Xiaoyi turned around and said to Fan Jian and the other person.

Turning back, two tui clamped the horse's belly, and the war horse rushed forward like an arrow, "Attack!" Yan Xiaoyi's roar suddenly rang out.

Maybe it was because they lived in the heart of the desert, or maybe it was because the Zion tribe was a small tribe of Tatar, and no one would have any idea. There was not even a simplest fence in the méng camp here, and more than a hundred large tents gathered within a little area. When the galloping war horses rushed into the camp, the shrill warning horn sounded.

The war horses rushed into the camp, and Ma Yunhuiwu, a pillar of the tent was cut over. The tent fell down and collapsed the people inside. The war horses trampled down ruthlessly, and the screams and wailings inside could be heard. Then the big tents rose up with fire. Obviously, the brazier used for heating in the big tent ignited the tent. Occasionally, there would be fire people who screamed and struggled out, rolling wildly on the ground, hoping to put out the flames.

Many men rushed out of the tent with their knives naked, but in front of the horses that were raising their strength, their counterattack seemed so pale and powerless. In a very short time, the sharp sabers completely destroyed their will to resist. The surviving méng people fled desperately to the camp.

Bent over and cut off the head of a man who was rushing towards him and splattered the blood that rushed up. Yan Xiao

Yi wiped the blood from his face one after another, and he shouted, "Don't chase after those who escape. Take the time to clean up what we want, and then leave." The horse bandits quickly gathered together and rushed into some tents that had not been destroyed. Their focus was on dry food for people and beans that kept the horse's fighting power. Of course, horse milk wine is also a must-have. In this extremely cold weather, this thing is a good item for heating, especially for those who often want to stay in.

The raid time was very short. The Zion tribe, caught off guard and even unprepared, almost wiped out the Zion tribe in an instant. In an instant, there were few people who could escape under the sabre. After collecting enough supplies, Yan Xiaoyi whistled, and everyone got on the horse and ran away. At this time, each of them was riding a horse, and at the same time holding another horse. It is conceivable that the next one would escape. Sufficient horsepower would be the most basic condition for them to escape.

The fire in the Zion camp was burning with the shrill crying of some surviving people, as the wind sounded to the ears of Yan Xiaoyi and others. As the war horses ran wildly, there were only the whistling wind left in their ears. There were no pursuers behind them. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

At a time when the sky was dawn, they had already rushed into the vacuum zone about a hundred and dozens of miles according to the route agreed with Yun Zhao. There was no tribe here.

Last night, it was still full of wind and rain, but today, God changed his face again. The north wind that had been whistling for most of the night was silenced. The sun that had not been seen for many days rarely showed half of its face from the horizon. Although there was no warmth at all, it was in a good mood for Yan Xiaoyi and others. The mood that had been depressed for many days also improved with the slowly rising sun, and laughter came from the team again.

I grabbed enough horses and food, and where can they go in the vast desert?

"Brothers, dismount, rest for a while, eat, eat and drink well. After meeting Yun Zhao, we will go to Anqing!" Yan Xiaoyi got off the horse excitedly and shouted.

"Oh!" The horse bandits cheered, jumped off the horse, surrounded them in circles, sat on the ground, took out yesterday's trophy, each of them, and each of them had jerky, milk, and horse milk wine, placed them on the felt spread in the middle, and ate them in big mouthfuls.

Yan Xiaoyi leaned on his war horse, biting jerky, drinking horse milk wine, and looking at his brother with a smile. Last night was so perfect. From attacking to winning, from collecting supplies to withdrawing, the whole process took less than two hours, and only a few brothers were slightly injured, and none of them died in battle. This is simply a classic of sneak attack battle. Although the enemy is weaker, no one will ever think that his enemy is weak. I hope that every time I encounter in the future, this will be like this. Yan Xiaoyi laughed happily.

A bandit walked towards him with a bag of wine, "..., Brother Xiao Yi, come, I'll respect you. He held the bag high.

Yan Xiao... Yi laughed and walked towards him, but both of them only took one step, and they were all condensed there, the ground was slightly trembling, and there seemed to be a rolling thunder in the sky. But at this time, although the sky was heavy, there was absolutely no thunder, not to mention that there would be thunder in this winter.

Cavalry, large-scale cavalry. All present were veterans on the battlefield. As soon as the voice came, everyone was stunned and their eyes turned to Yan Xiaoyi.

With a loud bruise, Yan Xiaoyi looked up at the way, and the side was empty. Turning his head, a raised dune blocked his sight. He turned over and rode his horse, rushed towards the hill in front. Behind him, more than a hundred horse bandits screamed and turned over and followed him.

Yan Xiaoyi rushed up the sand dune and was completely stunned. In front of him, rows of cavalry were rushing towards him. Judging from the number, there were at least thousands of people.

"Brother Xiao Yi, didn't it say that this is a vacuum zone? Why are there so many méng riders?" A horse bandit beside him asked in a trembling voice.

Yan Xiaoyi gritted his teeth and his hand holding the reins was trembling slightly. He couldn't figure it out, but he knew that his little force had no power to fight. "Let's go, go, go right now!" he shouted.

Everyone turned their horses and prepared to escape, but when they were about to rush down the dunes, in their sight, black spots appeared one after another on the horizon, and behind them, a large number of cavalry also appeared.

They were surrounded.

Yan Xiaoyi's whole body seemed to fall into an ice cave, and it was extremely cold from top to bottom.

This is a trap. But he couldn't understand. The only one who was chasing them was Jamuka. Jamuka had obviously been led away by Yun Zhao, but now he is afraid that he is still a hundred miles away. Why are there so many méng riders here, and it is obviously coming for them.

Why is this happening? Yan Xiaoyi gasped heavily.

"Brother Xiao Yi!" The horse bandits looked at Yan Xiao Yi in despair.

Yan Xiao... Yi suddenly laughed out loud, "Before leaving, I asked Yun Zhao, what should I do if I fail? Yun Zhao said, if I fail, we will die in battle. Anyway, we have made plans to not go back this time. Brothers, it seems that we can't escape. Tell me, are you willing to kneel down and beg for life to live, or are you willing to follow me and die in the desert with dignity?"

After a moment of silence, the bandits shouted loudly: "I would rather die while standing than live on my knees." "A hero from Eagle-billed Rock would rather die than go up."

"Okay, brothers, show our courage to be the last battle in our lives!"

Yan Xiaoyi shouted loudly.

"Kill one is enough, kill two and earn one!" All the horse bandits abandoned the supplies they had just snatched last night, silently sorted out the combat equipment, and formed a battle formation on the sand dunes. As before, Yan Xiaoyi was still standing at the tip of the front arrow formation.

The méng cavalry approached quickly. When they were about to make arbitrage from Yan Xiaoyi and others, the méng cavalry quickly began to line up with the sound of horns. A large flag shaking opens to the face, and Yan Xiaoyi's pupils couldn't help but shrink. It was the royal flag of the méng people. The only soldiers gathered under this flag were the big tent soldiers of the royal court of the méng tribe.

"I am honored!" Yan Xiaoyi laughed.

The méng cavalry suddenly flew away like a tide, and four snow-white horses pulled a carriage and appeared in Yan Xiaoyi's vision. Around the carriage, shields were tightly guarding each other.

"It seems that some big shot has come to the Méng clan royal court?" Yan Xiaoyi said in his heart.

Looking back at the other end of the Argus River, I secretly rejoiced that Yun Zhao had not had time to meet, otherwise he would have cooked his opponent in a pot.

"Miss Hong, it seems that I can't see Yun Zhao for you. Yun Zhao, you are smart. I'm going to die now. You have to live. Kill a few more dogs for us to avenge you!" Yan Xiao

B was holding it in his heart.

The carriage door opposite opened, and a beautiful face wearing a thick white fur and a snow-white foxtail hat came out of the carriage. Standing on the high shaft, looking at the Eagle-billed Rock Horse Bandit on the sand dune, smiling and said, "I'll say it, how could Eagle-billed Rock Horse Bandit be so easy for Jamuha to catch his tail? As expected, the main force has arrived here.,...

Next to the carriage, a young general from the Tatar tribe laughed and said, "Yaldan, you are indeed completely unscrupulous. This time, Jamuha is really embarrassed. He has been chasing the enemy for several months and even tricked him before he died." Jairdan giggled and said, "Tenig, Jamuha has been fooled, didn't you believe it before?" "Hmph, you, you are not better than Jamuha."

Tienig's face turned red immediately.

Tinig, the young leader of the Tatar tribe, is like Jamukha, and is also an outstanding general of the young generation above the desert. At the same time, the two are also the men who have the most hope of chasing Yardan...
Chapter completed!