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Pingdan, the most sleepy and weary moment.

Hundreds of horses split into two groups, raising the fire together, rushing towards the camp set by the Huns at the foot of the mountain.

Moreover, Lord Ding was originally afraid that the enemy chief would not know that he was the incoming battalion, so he shouted his own name.

At the beginning, Lu Li felt that sneaking in was the safest way. When the enemy reacted, the fire was already established and they would be caught off guard.

But over time, he found that the benefits of doing so were very obvious. First, the momentum was soaring, and second, the enemy could not figure out how many soldiers and horses he had.

I saw the Huns who were drinking on the watchtower stunned in place, staring blankly at the two fire dragons, one large and one small, that suddenly lit up in the dark, galloping forward, without any resistance at all, until the hundred-long whip. Smoked it down.

"Enemy attack!"

"What are you looking at, archery with a bow, idiot!"

With a sharp sound, the prairie man wearing a fox fur hat drew his bow and arrow, aimed at the sky, and was about to launch a dysprosium to warn the clansmen who were drinking and having fun in the camp.

But Lu Li had noticed this scene a long time ago, holding the horn bow that was aligned in advance, and taking out a soldier arrow (a steel arrow that can shoot armor) from the side barrel.

"NS!"

With eyes narrowed slightly, Lu Li shot the first arrow while moving at high speed.

But the arrow turned into a cold light, tearing through the night, and in the blink of an eye, it directly shot through the opponent's head.

Upon seeing this, the Huns who had finally recovered from the situation panicked for a moment, watching them limp on the ground, only half of their heads were left, and their reactions were mixed.

Some people drank their bowstrings and tried to stop the assailant from sprinting; others slumped on the ground thinking they were drunk and saw a vision.

Of course, there is no shortage of quick-witted people among them, bending down to pick up Mingdi on the ground, trying to issue a warning again.

In this way, the crossbow arrows came sparsely, some shot close, and some shot far, but they failed to shoot people or horses. As for those holding Dysprosium, they were directly shot on the spot by Lu Li.

"Quick, hurry down..."

But everything was late, and the tide of Han troops had already reached the camp gate.

The black mane horse rode in the dust, and carried the land away over the antlers, ignoring the obstacles arranged at the entrance of the camp, and rushed into the depths of the camp first.

Arson and kill people by night...

Tonight, the truth is too much.

What's more, most of the Huns were drunk and unconscious, and many barracks were almost undefended.

"Meng Ming, don't worry about other people, just go to the camp with me!"

Ding Yuan’s crotch mount was equally strange, but within three or four breaths, he broke through many obstacles and came to Lu Li's side, and said, "Don't stop in the middle!"

At this time, a stumbling Hun soldier opened the curtain and just saw this scene, and instantly he was full of cold sweat.

And his lips moved, just as he was about to say something, a cold light appeared in his pupils.

Ding Yuan slashed casually, and the sharp blade opened most of the Xiongnu soldier's chest.

Stimulated by the smell of blood, Lu Li instantly entered the state, drew out his long sword, and kept pace with Ding Yuan, bringing about a storm of blood and blood.

From time to time, the remains of the limbs fell from the air, and the flesh and blood of the human form was splattered all over the ground.

In fact, after fighting on the battlefield for decades, Ding Yuan has summed up a set of experience about the robbery:

You can't stand in one place and wait, you must move to fight, and before the enemy generals stabilize the situation, they will continue to create chaos, making them exhausted and unable to issue effective military orders.

Because of this, under his leadership, Lu Li did not fight with the large group of Huns at all. After cutting it through, he threw out the torch and staged a scene of burning the company, and then pulled the reins to the next camp. .

Almost the same time.

The large group of cavalry led by Song Xian also rushed into the barracks.

The scene was so chaotic, the guards who were behind didn't even know where the lord was, so they could only continue to rush and rush, trying their best to create movement and attract Ding Yuan's attention.

For a time, the flames flashed randomly.

The air was filled with smoke and dust, and at the same time there was crackling like firecracker accompaniment.

If it weren't for the sound of the Huns crying and howling wolf, Lu Li would even have the illusion that it was New Year's Eve.

call out!

Between the electric light and flint, a dark arrow shot through the smoke and dust, rubbed Ding Yuan's shoulder, and hit the burning tent three steps away.

Due to the sudden incident, Ding Yuan was bluffed. He subconsciously touched the place where the crossbow bolt had been rubbed. After confirming that he was not injured, he immediately raised his sword and charged, and cursed:

"Zhuzi! Want to shoot a grandfather?"

Seeing this, Lu Li didn't want to fight, and after slashing with a long knife, he broke out of a vacuum zone, and then the horse followed.

The Huns are so weak.

Why can't I see the generals who are worthy of World War I?

Pressing his doubts, Lu Li rushed to Ding Yuan's side on horseback, protecting his left and right.

"What's the noise?"

And Mo Cha was leaning on the blanket, with a wine utensil in his right hand, and sitting with his left leg bent. Beside him, a blonde Miki was singing and dancing.

However, the faint noise from outside the account made him feel irritated. Could it be that the bonfire was too high and what was lit?

Forget it, someone should go to the rescue after listening to the news, so why bother.

Thinking of this, Mo Cha changed his posture, put his hand on the table and supported half of his body, sliding his index finger slowly along the beard of the upper lip, and staring at Miki, who had a slender waist in front of him.

Suddenly, a cold wind came in, and the noise became more pronounced. Only a Huns soldier rushed in with a panic voice: "Da Dang, there is..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Chemoche's words, "Isn't it a fire? Get out of the way, don't block my sight."

"no!"

The Xiongnu soldiers dodged their eyes with a look of uncertainty, "There is a Han army robbery camp outside, with a population of tens of thousands. The leader claims to be Bingzhou and do not drive Dingyuan!"

Immediately, Mo Che had a good spirit.

Wan Qi?

Isn’t there only 20,000 county soldiers?

Where are so many soldiers and horses!

Where do you come from?

Could it be that the news is wrong, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com is the Bingzhou wolf ride?

In an instant, most of the wine sobered up.

"Get up, let me take a look." And Mo Cha took the bow and spear, changed his words: "No, you go to Wang's account immediately and tell King Guli about this matter."

Immediately afterwards, the curtain was lifted, and a wave of heat hit his face.

The camp and Zizhong were on fire, and flames rose into the sky. The screams of horror were mixed with the screams of killing.

At this moment, Lu Li had already left the battle spirit. Under his slaughter, the Huns who came spontaneously finally couldn't hold it back, collapsed and fled.

The chaos resumed in the entire camp, and the cyan Sirius was particularly conspicuous in the night, and more and more Han cavalry rushed in from various gaps and rushed to converge.

However, no one noticed that there were five hundred riders on the edge of the camp.