Chapter 356 capture Murong, Xianbei retreats

Jia Rong's horse galloped without looking back. The Murong Daqi in Xianbei was waving to him, capturing the thief and the king. These important people in Xianbei were right in front of him. Catching them was the victory. Murong Feng appeared arrogantly in front of him, which just saved Jia Rong's time in finding Xianbei Marshal.

To Jia Rong's expectation, the Xianbei people came to the cavalry like crazy. From their actions, Jia Rong felt a kind of paranoia, which was very similar to that of the soldiers of the Xiliang Army, and they could do anything for the purpose.

No matter how brave the blood guard is, he is just a man. When he is finally exhausted, in the densely dense army, he can go straight to the middle army.

Jia Rong no longer knows how many wounds there are on his body. He only knows that his mind is a little dizzy, and the machete in his hand is getting heavier and heavier. "Is it going to stop here?" Such an idea flashed in Jia Rong's mind.

"No!" Wei Fu and Cai Yan are also looking forward to it in the distance.

The tiger's mouth cracked, the steel teeth were broken, Jia Rong roared, and the machete hit a strong blow to kill a Xianbei commander.

The blood guard who followed behind him tightly surrounded Jia Rong in the middle, and the sound came from Jia Rong's ears.

After getting a short respite, Jia Rong raised his eyes and looked forward. The distance from the Marshal of Xianbei was only about a hundred steps. With a little effort, it was possible to capture this group of Marshals who did not pay attention to the Han people.

Jia Rong's eyes couldn't help but shed tears. After a while, more than a dozen blood guards were killed. Watching them die without regret, Jia Rong bit his steel teeth and roared hysterically, "Kill!"

The extra-large machete waved and easily killed two Xianbei soldiers, leaving blood all over the ground and a face of disbelief. The rest of the blood guards completely broke out, and the exhausted strength was full in an instant, and there seemed to be endless strength all over the body.

Murong Feng's face was calm, and her heart had already set off stormy waves. The combat effectiveness of the Han cavalry was far beyond imagination. The strange machete and the cavalry's superb riding skills made this veteran who had experienced a hundred battles unable to lean forward slightly.

"The iron horse will win!" Jia Rong shouted.

When the remaining 200 blood guards heard the words, they were shocked, and then roared in unison. More than 200 people were insignificant on the battlefield, but the roaring momentum was not to be underestimated.

The large number of Xianbei is infantry, but the Xiliang army is weak, but it is cavalry. The battle between the two sides is in full swing.

"Fighting arrows!" Murong Feng did not hesitate to order. It is undeniable that he is very appreciative of the Han general in front of him, but he has been following the Tan Shihuai for many years, what an amazing person has never seen. In front of his strong strength, his talent is just a moment of shining. The appearance of famous generals in the Han people is the biggest blow to the Xianbei people.

The bravery of the Han people shocked the Xianbei people. This kind of inverted slaughter of soldiers who ignored their own side made the Xianbei people next to the blood guard killed and injured countless times. The charging soldiers looked around blankly to find the culprit of the arrow rain.

A burst of arrow rain took the lives of more than 30 blood guards. His riding skills were as good as blood guards. Under the continuous high-load battle, his body had appeared. The arrows were shot. He instinctively wanted to avoid it, but he found that his stiff body could not move at all.

If it hadn't been for a blood guard guard guarding in front of Jia Rong at the critical moment, Jia Rong would have been shot through by the oncoming arrows, and the wolf teeth on the grassland were tricky and sharp.

The Xianbei soldier was a little stunned by a burst of arrows from his own camp, forgot the commander's order, and there was a brief stagnation.

The blood guard took the opportunity to rush forward, getting closer and closer to the "Murong" flag. Jia Rongqiang cheered up and killed three Xianbei soldiers in a row.

Murong Feng sneered and slowly rode his horse back without giving the enemy any chance. Murong Feng crossed the battlefield all his life. How could he not understand the intention of the Han cavalry?

Jia Rong pulled Murong Li off the war horse with one hand and roared, "This is your general's son. If you don't retreat, I will be a killer."

Xianbei people couldn't understand what Jia Rong was talking about, but they saw Murong Li with a pale face in Jia Rong's hand. Murong Feng fought all his life. In his later years, he got Murong Li's son and loved him very much. He was a famous protector in Xianbei.

Murong Feng, who was about to retreat, saw the figure in Jia Rong's hand. He was surprised by Jia Rong's strength and wanted the soldiers to stop, but he could not delay the military aircraft event because of this. His heart was full of contradictions. The Xianbei soldiers stopped for a short time and quietly looked at Murong Feng under Murong's banner, as long as he had a life. Ling, not to mention Murong Li in front of them, even the leader, dared to rush forward.

With Jia Rong's eyesight, Murong Feng's changes in his expression were all visible, and he was secretly complady. This humble dboy could have a surprising effect at the critical moment. His hands unconsciously increased his strength, and Murong Li screamed a few times without backbone.

The Xianbei soldiers stopped fighting, and the commander's beloved son was slightly injured. They could not afford the consequences, and the blood guards were around Jia Rong.

Taking advantage of this empty space, Jia Rong threw Murong fiercely forward and patted his horse to Murong Feng. In adversity, people's potential will always be maximized. More than 100 catties of people seem to be a toy in Jia Rong's hands, directly thrown away.

"Pear the head of the general from the million army!" Jia Rong suddenly thought of this section.

Murong Feng, who loves his son, was in a state of confusion. When a sword was put on his neck, he was very regretful. For a moment, he lost his wisdom in old age. This is not the most important thing. As the commander of the Xianbei army, he is the most core existence in the army. Thinking of the scene of Xianbei being fragmented, Murong Feng had no choice but to close it. Two eyes.

The change in the battlefield was only instantaneous. In a blink of an eye, the Xiliang Army, which was still at a disadvantage, actually caught Murong Feng.

Murong Feng has a prestige that is difficult to have in Xianbei. Tan Shihuai was the most important general in those years. Wencheng martial arts conquered the heart of every Xianbei soldier. Wherever Murong Daqi passed, Xianbei worshipped, and every Xianbei soldier was proud to be called a soldier under Murong Feng.

Without Jia Rong's words to blackmail him, the Xianbei soldiers retreated one after another. The blood guards took the opportunity to come forward and surrounded Jia Rong in the middle.

"Fianbei warriors, the Han people are right in front of you, destroy this Han people and save the general!" A group of 100-man cavalry appeared in the rear of the army. The leader was dressed in brocade and shouted excitedly.

"Do not talk nonsense!" A roar was like thunder on the ground, which calmed down the Xianbei soldiers who were ready to move.

The wound on his body kept flowing blood, biting the tip of his tongue and stabilizing his mind. Jia Rong pressed the green sword tightly against Murong Feng's neck. Because of the excessive strength, the blood flowed along the blade.

Que Ju rushed to the battlefield surrounded by hundreds of soldiers.

A trace of uncheckable fierceness flashed in Kuitou's eyes. Thinking that when Tanshihuai Khan led Xianbei people to build a huge territory, he didn't want to die, but he was divided up by this group of ambitious ministers. After Kuitou became Khan, he always wanted to restore the glory of Tanshihuai when he was alive. Murong Feng's prestige in Xianbei made people It is difficult to reach. If he can die in the hands of the Han people, the leader is confident to restore the glory of Danhan Mountain again.

Murong Feng's prestige in Xianbei is not comparable to the nominal Khan of Kuitou. It is also an order. The Kuitou should be greatly discounted. Under the differentiation of various adults, the majesty of the royal court is gradually decreasing.

Que Ju roared, "Han people, let Murong go quickly, or I will let you die without a place to be buried."

Que Ju's Chinese is really not very good. Xue Wei laughed when he heard the words, which eased the urgent battlefield atmosphere a lot.

Que Ju's face turned slightly red. Murong Feng is proficient in Chinese, and Que Ju is not willing to show weakness. After learning for more than ten years, he is just a half-baked level.

Jia Rong sneered and said, "Fuck, let him go and we have no way to live."

"General, this man is the lord of Xianbei West." The sensitive-eared blood guard hurried forward and said after hearing the comments of the Xianbei soldiers.

Jia Rong laughed and said, "Ku Ju Laoer, who is your son in?"

Zhao Li cooperated and pushed Mu Da to Jia Rong's side and put his sword against his neck.

Seeing Mu Da, Que Ju's momentum immediately weakened. Que Ju had five sons, but Mu Da was the most talented. In Murong Feng's words, he was a genius who had not been seen in a hundred years. Que Ju was deeply convinced and spent a lot of effort on Mu Da's body.

Jia Rong led more than a hundred blood guards to the gate of the city slowly, followed by thousands of troops of Xianbei. In the eyes of Xianbei soldiers, what Jia Rong saw was not anger, but fear.

Understanding the weight of the people in his hand, Jia Rong is very relieved. With Murong Feng as a bargaining chip, Xianbei, who is not allowed to surround the county city, may still get benefits. The more livestock and horses, the better.

As soon as he gained an advantage, Jia Rong began to think about it again.

Kuitou whispered a few words, and more than a hundred Xianbei cavalry came in the direction of Jia Rong.

Without Jia Rong's order, he found that under this abnormal anger, he personally led hundreds of cavalry forward, drew a knife and staged a battle between comrades in front of the Han army. The elites of the western cavalry were named in the whole Xianbei.

Jia Rong was very satisfied with Que Ju's attitude. He led the soldiers to the gate without danger. Zhao Yun came to the team full of blood, followed by more than a dozen cavalry. Jia Rong in the city was attacked. Zhao Yun was also uncomfortable at the gate, constantly attracting troops, so that Jin Airong could have a chance to breathe.

"Let Xianbei of Bei County retreat, or you will receive the heads of these three people!"

After putting down his words, Jia Rong led more than a hundred blood guards to escape from Lingzhou with three important figures from Xianbei.

Que Juchang sighed and personally led a thousand cavalry to the battlefield of Beide County. What if he could gain an overwhelming advantage? If it hadn't been for Murong Feng's running around in Xianbei for many years, I'm afraid that the situation of Xianbei would have been worse than now. The strong Xianbei would have come out after the death of Tanshihuai Khan. There is a split.

If there is no food and fodder, it can be raised again. If there is no soldier, it can be selected from the tribe again. Without Murong Feng, Xianbei is half over.

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