Just in Jizhou, when all the forces were surging undercurrents due to the news from the northern battlefield, there was a soldier and horse moving forward in panic in the north of Youzhou and on the vast grasslands.

This army was a cavalry and moved forward quickly, but during this journey, there was neither ferocity nor agility. Instead, it had a strong sense of embarrassment and urgency.

"This time, I should get rid of that generation of county demon soldiers."

The leader of the team was Murong Ren, the son of the Great Shanyu of Murong Xianbei.

This Xianbei Jiaozi, who was leading a army to occupy and expand his power a few days ago, was full of fear at this moment. The wound on his left cheek had not yet completely healed. The bloody face made people intimidate at first sight and even more imaginable the pain.

However, Murong Ren, who was riding on the horse, didn't care about the severe pain in his face, but lowered his head and urged him, looking in a terrifying look. The fear could be seen clearly in those eyes!

Not only him, but everyone around him, they also looked the same. These warriors who were once one in a hundred did not have any intention of fighting at this moment, but also showed fear, and were completely escaping!

Da da da da da!

The sound of horse hooves was loud, and this team of more than 100 people moved forward all the way, raising dust.

suddenly!

On the grassland in the distance, a black line emerged in the horizon. As the distance approached, the black line became clearer.

The habit that Murong Ren has developed over the years on the grassland did not need to stop the horse. Just looking up, you will know that the so-called black line is actually an army, setting up a formation and blocking the front.

When he saw this, his soul suddenly appeared!

"No! There are people and horses in front of you to stop it. It must be the demon soldiers of that county. Hurry up! Stop quickly! No, no, don't stop, turn! Turn!"

In horror, Murong Ren didn't care about his demeanor and issued an order in panic. In contrast, the riders following the side were all frightened. They almost didn't hear Murong Ren's order, so they all acted automatically.

It was just that Murong Ren's order was already chaotic and he did not explain where to turn. So for a moment, some people in the team turned left, some turned their horse's head to the right, and even tightened the reins and stopped.

So, at this moment, the entire team was in chaos. If it weren't for the war horses that had been tested on the battlefield, they would probably have collided with each other.

Even so, the queue was gone for a while. Not to mention turning, it was impossible to move forward even if it was not possible. It was limited to one place.

This situation made Murong Ren even more frightened. He didn't care about reorganizing the queue at all. He turned around and ran away with his two personal soldiers, regardless of the troops behind him!

However, not long after he ran here, a group of people came in front of him, and they all came quickly, circled around a few people, and directly blocked the roads in front and behind.

Murong Ren immediately looked anxious and frightened, and tried hard to escape, but the mount under him ran long distance and had almost no chance to rest. He was exhausted long ago. The horse still had scars. How could he compare to these fast riders who were raising energy? He rushed left and right and had no chance to rush out!

Just when he was anxious, he heard a voice coming from behind the layers of besieged people-

"Murrong Ren, why are you so busy? Could it be that you don't even recognize me?"

These words restored a hint of clarity to Murong Ren's panicked mind. They immediately stopped and looked in the direction where the sound came.

Wherever the eyes reach, the people moved apart, revealing the figure of the man behind—

Who is it if it’s not Murong Feng?

"Why are you here?"

With a big ups and downs in his heart, Murong Ren suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and then felt exhausted. In a state of confusion in his thoughts, he asked such a question.

"You fled to Jicheng all the way, and now you actually asked such a question?" Murong Huang's slightly mocking words sounded, and he looked at his brother, but the expression on his face was very complicated.

He knew very well that after this incident, the brother in front of him would no longer have any threat to him, and there would be another tangible competitor on the road to Murong's tribe in Jicheng in the future.

However, he also wanted to know that Murong Ren, who is very self-respecting, was also arrogant. When talking about Chen Zhi in the past, he expressed his appreciation at most, but he was not convinced at all. This time he went on a war, and he was even more confident.

As a result, the man who came back in front of him was as anxious as a dog who was strayed from his family.

"Go back with me, Shanyu has something to ask you."

Sighing, Murong Xian said this, and then he actually saw that a relieved expression appeared on his brother's face!

This once again surprised and surprised Murong Huang.

He naturally understood that with Murong Ren's wisdom, it was not difficult to realize that his father, Shanyu, wanted to scold him this time, and even deprived him of his human rights. If it were the past, Murong Ren had already gritted his teeth and thought about how to avoid it, but now Murong Huang actually touched the other person's face and saw a trace of peace of mind.

"Then Chen Zhi's methods are so terrible, which scares you into this way?" Murong Yong couldn't help but ask this question.

Murong Ren was stunned for a moment, without answering, but shook his head, followed Murong Huang and his group to join the army—

The line of people Murong Ren saw in the distance was led by Murong Yong to meet him. There were at least nearly 10,000 people, and they were all clear and energetic.

After entering the cavalry ranks, Murong Ren breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little safe, but after a while, he suddenly asked: "Have you ever sent someone to watch around? Be careful, don't look at your large number of people, if you are caught up by Chen Shouyi's demon soldiers, it will be a loss of troops and a general, and it will be difficult to resist!"

"Why do you need to increase the power of others?" Murong Feng glanced at Murong Ren and shook his head gently, "Chen Zhi may be proficient in military craftsmanship, but this time he approached Jicheng, even when Wang Jun made a siege in all directions, he would also retreat. Why should he be afraid of Chen Zhi?"

"You don't understand!" Murong Ren's eyes showed fear and persuaded him with a very sincere words: "Listen to me, you must be alert. Chen Shouyi led not many troops. If he had noticed it in advance and was able to stop one or two by relying on the advantage of the number of people, we might have a chance to send an envoy, but negotiate with him and ask him to make a step back..."

"Enough!" Murong Feng's face turned gloomy, "The more he said, the more he was, I understood, you want to get rid of the crime by boasting about Chen Shouyi's combat power? You have to give in under the city. Chen Shouyi is so terrifying? On the contrary, I want to ask you, more than 50,000 people were thrown into it, and you were wasted. How did you fight this battle?"
Chapter completed!