Chapter 136 Tired

Gān lù was exhausted, and the surrounding forests had either been cut down or burned. Li Mu'er didn't ask anyone to go further afield for wood to set up camp.

Firstly, the wild men on the snow plains didn't have many rules when annexing and killing each other. To some extent, their war habits and patterns were still in a relatively backward period.

The wild man king had served as an auxiliary soldier under the Zhenbei Marquis's Mansion in Beifeng County for many years. In addition, the generals under his command were personally selected by him as "heroes." Therefore, the wild man king's direct line of troops were very particular about levels and methods in battle.

However, the wild men troops in the rear of the army were made up of those large tribes who had joined later. First, they had not undergone training. Second, because the wild men had won successive victories this year, first defeating the Situ family and then defeating the Yan army on the Wangjiang River, they were in a state of "arrogant soldiers."

Even if Xuehai Pass was lost, Li Mu'er didn't really take this Yan army too seriously.

A basically undefended camp, once rushed into, was just a cluster of tents. This arrangement was simply exposing one's belly for others to cut.

Fan Li, covered in flames, rushed into the wild men's camp like a "fire bull." Although he was wielding an axe in his hands, he didn't deliberately kill anyone. Instead, he crashed into a tent in an extremely unreasonable manner, then rushed out of that tent and into the next, using himself as a mobile source of fire.

Behind him, eight hundred Shengle cavalrymen followed closely, using torches in their hands to help the wild men open a bonfire party.

The screams of the wild men came from time to time. Everyone was in dreamland. No one could have imagined that the Yan people would come up with this trick. In addition, it was late at night, and the camp was immediately in chaos.

Seeing the fire rise and feeling that the time was right, Liang Cheng began to retreat on horseback. The remaining Shengle knights also began to retreat according to the pre-arranged plan after setting the fire and creating chaos.

The grease on Fan Li's armor had almost burned out. Afterwards, he rolled several times on the ground to extinguish the last bit of flame, and ran back, emitting smoke.

To the due north of the wild men's camp, the knights regrouped.

Zheng Fan gripped his saber, his palms slightly sweaty. When setting the fire earlier, General Zheng hadn't gone too deep, only throwing a torch at a tent on the periphery.

But next, he had to charge forward with everyone. Only by piercing through the camp could they be safe again. If he fell off his horse or was delayed for any other reason along the way, he could only fend for himself in the chaotic camp.

Zheng Fan raised his saber and shouted:

"The will to break through the ranks!"

The surrounding knights shouted in unison:

"Death before retreat!"

Immediately afterwards, everyone began the second round of charge!

Different from the first time, this time it was without reservation, squeezing the horsepower of their warhorses to the extreme.

Since the fire was set from the east side of the camp earlier, and the second round of charge was from the north side of the camp, it was easy to give the wild men in the camp, who were in the midst of chaos, the illusion that they were already "besieged on all sides."

Li Mu'er was leading his own guards to clean up the panicked warriors, rushing towards the east side of the camp where the fire had started. Who would have thought that from the north, a cavalry team would charge in directly in an unreasonable manner?

The warhorses didn't slow down. The wild men in front were either knocked away by the warhorses or trampled by the hooves. The Shengle knights on horseback then slashed down with their sabers. Without much effort, holding up the sabers, they could easily break through the wild men's less-than-fine armor with the momentum of the warhorses' running, and chop them down.

The chaos in the wild men's camp was directly intensified in the second round of impact. Li Mu'er was also unlucky. He himself and the hundreds of guards and warriors around him happened to be on the road of the Shengle army's charge.

At this moment, it was impossible to avoid it, so they could only bite the bullet and go up.

It was just that one side was coming fiercely, the warhorses had fully accelerated, while the other side was responding in a panic. Therefore, as soon as the two sides crossed, the situation became clear.

Many of Li Mu'er's clansmen were directly knocked away and chopped down. The little organization he had managed to gather, preparing to rely on these troops to stabilize and gather the entire camp, was once again scattered at this time.

At the same time, a warhorse was charging towards him.

To be able to become a Ten Thousand Commander was certainly due to the face of his tribe, but to be able to lead the tribe's troops, one must at least be a warrior recognized within the tribe. Although he had made a big mistake in underestimating the enemy, Li Mu'er's own strength was still worthy of recognition.

When that warhorse charged towards him, he almost instinctively stepped aside, and then pressed down with the knife in his hand, directly cutting off its horse leg. When the knight fell down, Li Mu'er's left hand directly grabbed the other party's armor, and threw him off the horse.

General Zheng had never believed that he was "destined by fate."

Sometimes, General Zheng's cautiousness was something even the Demon Kings around him, who were "life-related" to him, couldn't stand.

But the facts proved that General Zheng's cautiousness was quite reasonable.

He really didn't have the good luck to be able to enter an enemy formation as if it was no man's land.

Yes,

The one who was thrown off the horse by Li Mu'er was Zheng Fan.

Because a few seconds ago, an arrow shot over, and A Ming moved his body to block the arrow for Zheng Fan.

Because of this, the distance between the two sides was suddenly widened. In addition, with the charging movement of the warhorse, the slight widening of the distance, magnified by the speed of the warhorse, instantly caused A Ming to lose his ability to continue protecting his master.

And Zheng Fan happened to charge directly into the face of the enemy's main general!

Li Mu'er didn't know which big fish he had caught,

He wouldn't believe that this man, whose armor and warhorse were no different from ordinary Yan army knights, was actually the true commander of the Yan people at Xuehai Pass.

But this didn't prevent him from cutting his knife towards the other party's neck in the next moment, where the armor defense was the weakest.

All of this happened in an instant.

And General Zheng was also very decisive.

When he realized that the warhorse was leaning forward and he was about to fall, he directly shouted in his heart:

"Son!" (referring to the magic pill within him)

Whenever there was the slightest possibility of danger, Zheng Fan would not hesitate to call out the magic pill.

Fortunately, General Zheng did not hesitate in the slightest, and the magic pill immediately input its power and consciousness into Zheng Fan's body.

Therefore, when Li Mu'er's knife was about to cut into Zheng Fan's neck, and he himself had already begun to look up and pay attention to the surrounding situation, and didn't think that the Yan army knight under him had any possibility of struggling,

Zheng Fan's hands suddenly embedded his ten fingers into the soil, and then, with the strength of his arms, Zheng Fan's whole body shrank downwards, successfully avoiding it at the moment before Li Mu'er's knife went down.

Li Mu'er only felt that his knife had cut nothing, and was about to withdraw the knife and turn around, when he suddenly saw a pair of legs appearing in front of him. When he moved his sight downwards, he found that the Yan army knight who had just been thrown off the warhorse and was about to be killed was facing him with his head down and his legs up.

"Bang!"

Zheng Fan's feet directly locked Li Mu'er's neck. At the same time, using his legs as a support, Zheng Fan's lower body also stuck to Li Mu'er.

His hands turned into fists, and directly smashed into Li Mu'er's abdomen.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Li Mu'er only felt as if an iron hammer had hit him hard a few times, his eardrums were aching, and his nose and lips also began to feel sweet and fishy.

But after all, he was a true warrior chosen from thousands of miles. Even now, he didn't let go of the knife in his hand. Letting Zheng Fan beat him violently, he still instinctively raised the knife and stabbed at Zheng Fan.

"Puff!"

The knife stabbed into Zheng Fan's armor,

With this stab,

Li Mu'er clearly felt that the Yan army soldier in front of him was not ordinary. His armor seemed unremarkable, but its internal structure must have contained mystery!

His knife was actually stuck. The force that could have pierced him through and through was now only a little bit in.

And Zheng Fan opened his mouth and let out a sharp roar.

Suddenly,

Li Mu'er only felt a pain in his head, and his vision began to turn black.

This was a mental attack from the magic pill. At such a close distance, and catching Li Mu'er off guard, it directly achieved its effect.

At the same time, Zheng Fan exerted force with his legs again, and his whole body returned from upside down to upright, almost sitting on Li Mu'er's neck.

Just as the magic pill (Zheng Fan) was preparing to take advantage of the situation to twist Li Mu'er's neck,

He found that Fan Li was rushing over at an extremely terrifying speed.

Because after Fan Li put on his special iron canned armor, ordinary warhorses simply couldn't bear his weight except for the Pixiu, so when everyone charged on horseback, he usually ran on his own two legs. Fortunately, his running speed and endurance were also extraordinary, so he could keep up. He had been blocked by two wild men in the middle of the way, so he had fallen behind.

At this time, seeing his lord in danger, he immediately roared and crashed over.

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

The magic pill (Zheng Fan) let out a series of roars, but Fan Li simply couldn't stop his speed.

"Crack!"

Zheng Fan twisted Li Mu'er's neck. In the next moment, Fan Li hit Li Mu'er's body, knocking Li Mu'er and Zheng Fan out together.

Bang!

Zheng Fan fell to the ground, while Fan Li's momentum did not diminish, and when he rushed past Zheng Fan, he directly reached out, grabbed Zheng Fan, and threw him on his back. He was going to carry his lord on his back like a horse to leave together.

"Hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss…………"

A burning sensation immediately struck,

"Roar roar roar!"

The magic pill roared. One had to know that Fan Li's armor had been burned by oil for a long time. Although it was not necessarily as red-hot and terrifying as an iron, the temperature was really not low.

After a burst of roaring, the magic pill simply withdrew its consciousness and power back into the stone, letting its own father regain control and perception of his body.

Soon,

A roar came:

"Damn, it's burning me to death!"