Tuo Buli didn't expect that after taking a break, the fatigue in his bones suddenly surged like a tide. He caught fire, drank horse milk wine and ate the fragrant roasted mutton. Tuo Buli became a little drowsy. After two hours of delay, Tuo Buli suddenly woke up and looked at the sun that was already west. He couldn't help but jumped up and shouted: "Get up, get up, hurry up and hurry up."

The soldiers stood up reluctantly, packed up, walked forward lazily with the horse, roasted by the fire for a while, as if half of their bodies were crisp...

"General, how long will it take for us to get to our destination?" a soldier asked.

Tuo Buli recalled the map in his mind and said with a wry smile: "At our current speed, it will take at least ten days. This is still our time. It is impossible to rest like today. Everyone knows that there are too many unstable factors in the tribe now. If our Guoluo tribe wants to stabilize the form and obtain enough support from the king, we must win Anqing so that we can speak in front of the king. Otherwise, our Guoluo tribe will be in trouble."

"Arrival one day earlier and conquered the Shibao one day earlier, and one less casualties from our Guoluo tribe. You know, this time the clan leader has been under his control. The warriors of our Guoluo tribe are playing forward this time. Think about your father and brothers, who are bleeding under Anqing City now!" Zhu Buliuli cheered up and inspired the soldiers.

"Sir, we have to work hard!" Hearing the general mentioning that his relatives were bleeding and desperately under Anqing City, the soldiers couldn't help but feel energetic, and their feet couldn't help but speed up.

Five hundred people lined up into a long row and advanced forward in the woods with difficulty, but they didn't know that in front of them, there was already a large hunting ground waiting for them, and they were the prey in this hunting ground. The hunters had prepared various weapons and were waiting for them to step in step by step. At this time, the faster they walked, the closer they were to death.

On the ridge, Yun Zhao sat cross-legged among the branches of a big tree, looking at the Meng Jun who was approaching here step by step in the distance. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he bent his fingers, whistled, and Yan Xiaoyi quickly rushed out of the forest. "Boss?"

"Take dozens of brothers around them. Block their way back. Remember, I want none of them to escape." Yun Zhao said. "If one person escapes, it may expose us and our pre-war goals will not be achieved."

"I understand, boss!" Yan Xiaoyi retracted back into the forest like a cat.

On the tree, Yun Zhao slowly pulled Pojun away and aimed at the leader at the front of the team.

Tuobuli suddenly felt his hair standing on his back. He had this feeling before. It was during a tribal battle that he was almost knocked down by someone. That time, Tuotu saved him, Tuotuo shot the enemy to death with an arrow. Tuotuo stood there in confusion, looking forward with his eyes raised.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw a black lightning bolt pounce on him from the woods. The speed was so fast that he almost didn't have time to react. His body, which had been working on the battlefield for many years, twisted and turned at this moment. His burly body lost its center of gravity and fell heavily to the ground. It was not until this time that he heard the whimpering sound of breaking through the air.

It was an arrow, a very fast arrow. When the arrow came to him, he heard the sound of the arrow roar. Baobuli, who was lying on the ground, had cold sweat all over his body. A scream came from behind him. He turned his head to look, and a soldier behind him was hit by the arrow and broke his leather armor. The arrow actually penetrated his body, and the chest was in, and the sharp arrow actually came out of his back.

What a lot of strength! Tuobuli shouted again in his heart.

He fell to the ground, dared not stop at all, rolled in a series of ways towards a big tree on one side. In the woods, black sharp arrows shot out one by one, as if he felt that he was not easy to deal with. The arrows gave up tracking him and shot at the soldiers behind him.

"Enemy attack, disperse, hide!" Tuo Buli finally turned to the back of the big tree, sat up panting, pulled out his saber, leaned against the tree, and saw that his bow and arrow were still on the horse's back. At this time, the war horse was frightened and was already running forward with all its leaps and turns. His bow and arrow could not be retrieved.

This Mongolian army is the elite of Guoluo's army and reacts quite quickly. When Yun Zhao's first arrow was shot out, he would not have to leave and issue a warning. A long snake-like team dispersed in an instant and disappeared into the dense forest. In such a dense forest, bows and arrows did not play a big role. The dense forest would become a natural shield.

Seeing the soldiers' reactions quickly, Tuo Buli couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and his face showed a look of relief. It seemed that there were not many enemies, otherwise it would have been a dense rain of arrows just now. It would be a piece of cake to damage dozens of people when he was caught off guard.

But before he could finish his breath, everything that happened in front of him stunned him.

More than a dozen soldiers had already jumped into the dense forest next to them, but suddenly soared into the air for some reason. Until they swept into the air, they could see that there was a vine hanging around their ankles. After the dense forest, rows of sharpened wooden poles flew out, just holding the soldiers who had soared into the air. The screams were not stopped, and they were gone, and only blood fell from the air.

Some soldiers jumped to a high raised snow pile, trying to hide themselves behind the snow pile, but the snow pile suddenly burst out with a loud bang, and a giant tree bounced up from inside, hitting the soldiers' heads and bleeding. Some were better injured by some flesh and blood. The worse ones were broken, and the bones were broken, and they could not survive.

Some soldiers fell to the ground as they jumped to the side quickly, but found that the seemingly hard snow under them was trampled by them, but they were sank. During the rapid decline of their bodies, they vaguely saw the shadow of a cold light flashing at the bottom of the pit.

Those big trees, vines and thorns that usually seem to be as motionless as mountains without threats at this moment seemed to have become a weapon to kill people. In the whole forest, they were inseparable from the woods and saw an enemy, but only saw their own men in a mess, screaming one after another.

Seeing his subordinates running around in the woods due to panic and like headless flies, he was shocked to death. Why was there an ambush here? It was obvious that the enemy had fully known their route and had set up these traps here in advance. He saw helplessly that the more busy his soldiers were, the greater the casualties.

"Don't walk into the forest, go back to the road and line up!" Tuo Buli shouted loudly, jumped up, waved his saber, and jumped out of his hiding place and returned to the road. There were countless such traps hidden in the forest, and Tuo Buli would rather return to the road and hit his opponent head-on.

With the endless roar, the Mongolian soldiers, who had suffered more than a hundred casualties, returned to the middle of the road, squeezed back to back, pulled out their sabers, and looked around with vigilance. Some people pulled their bows and arrows and shot blindly into the forest.

"Shoot the arrow!" With a loud shout, in the woods and on the canopy, sharp arrows shot towards the Meng soldiers concentrated on the road. At this time, their team like a long snake was not blocked at all, and they happened to be living targets. With a wailing sound, the Meng soldiers were hit by the sharp arrows and fell on the cold snow.

"They are on the tree!" Tuobuli screamed and took big steps, running towards the nearest big tree. Just now he saw that a feather arrow shot out above the big tree.

Just as he took a step, a black iron arrow shot from a distance with a whistling sound, shouted loudly, stood firm, and slashed with force, and with a sound of slamming his wrist, although he smashed the arrow away, his wrist also felt numb, and his heart screamed in pain. This arrow was obviously the first archer who shot that arrow before.

As soon as he smashed the first arrow, he saw the second and third arrows in his sight. The two arrows actually came in his head. He gritted his teeth and waved the saber. He blew two arrows and knocked them away. He lighted his hand. The saber was already broken. He saw another arrow flying from the big tree he had just discovered. In his busy schedule, he jumped up and jumped to the side. This leaping actually spanned several meters away and almost avoided the sharp arrow shot. He had just breathed a sigh of relief. His feet fell to the ground, but his ankle joint tightened. With the screams, he flew upwards like a cloud and fog, hanging upside down in the air.

"It's over!" He whined in his heart.

"Kill!" A shocking shout of killing came from the forest. In the endless vision, a big sweat like an iron tower waved a big knife as scary as his figure, and chopped the Mongolian soldiers on the road one by one like chopping melons and vegetables. There was no general in front of this person. The thin sabernacle could not resist the heavy weapon.

"Modao!" Tuo Buli suddenly realized that this was an army from Anqing. Why did they appear here? Did they know that they were going to attack the stone fort? No, it was close to Shilipu and far away from Anqing. They were going to attack the Shilipu camp. At this moment, Tuo Buli suddenly figured out everything. Shilipu was the camp of Guoluo. At this moment, Tuotuo led a large army to attack Anqing. The camp was empty. What they were going to attack was the logistics supplies of Shilipu.

Following the man were several other swords, and they opened the way. A group of enemies rushed out of the forest, and the trees were still shooting sharp arrows. The surviving Meng soldiers fell down one after another. Bao Buli closed his eyes, crossed the half-sword in his hand, and penetrated them hard into his chest.

With a sound, his wrist numbed, and half of the saber disappeared, he opened his eyes. In front of him, a young man was holding a dark bow in his hand, looking at him with a smile.

"My name is Yun Zhao, you have been captured!" Yun Zhao said with a smile. (To be continued...)
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