Chapter 707: The Young Phoenix’s Cry Shakes the World (10)

The so-called camp is actually a small ravine dug out of the ground, and a shack is built on top. This kind of terrain can provide shelter from the wind in winter. For these refugees who lack food and clothing, This kind of terrain is the best place to escape the cold winter wave, but this kind of terrain also has a fatal flaw. It is difficult to defend. Once someone is blocked in it, it will become a turtle in the middle of the mountain, and there will be no place to run.

Mu Gulu is now in such a predicament. In the Hetao, when Yan Qi led the palace guards and abandoned them to escape, his belief completely collapsed at that moment. He lay on the battlefield like a living dead and just wanted to be quiet. He was waiting for death to come, but he was indeed very lucky. On the chaotic battlefield, he was unexpectedly missing. In the end, he became a prisoner of the Eastern Conquest Army. When his identity was exposed, he was immediately taken away from Ning Xin. Ti slipped through the prisoner of war camp,

After a period of hard and soft tactics, coercion and inducement, Mu Gulu regained his vitality, gained a desire for life and the ambition to restore the Rouran tribe, and he agreed to Ning Xin's conditions.

Ning Xin tried her best to find dozens of soldiers from the Rouran tribe among the captured Donghu people. These people became the initial team of Mu Gu Lu. After re-arming them, Ning Xin sent people to They were sent to this fertile plain between white mountains and black waters. There was no place for them to gain a foothold. Only this place abandoned by the Donghu people could become their place to settle again.

Mugulu, who returned to this area, relied on a team of dozens of people to lay down a piece of land in a short period of time and gathered a community of two to three hundred people to take root here, but then. They were targeted by another large refugee group here, fighting for control of this area that night. A life and death duel began.

Mu Gulu was very unlucky. His opponent found out the location of his lair.

Looking at the opponent's team of hundreds of people. Mu Gulu was a little desperate. Although there are nearly 300 people under his command now, there are less than 100 who are truly capable of fighting. The rest include old ones, young ones, and dozens of women. But this time the refugees who came, a team of nearly 400 people, were all men. Although most of them were hungry and skinny. But compared to Mu Gu Lu’s team, it was still too powerful.

Mu Gulu's only advantage is that among his less than a hundred warriors, there are dozens of formally trained soldiers, and their weapons are much better than their opponents. They have nearly fifty broadswords and twenty pairs of swords. Bows and arrows, and hundreds of spears. Although the number of opponents was several times his, there were only close to a hundred of them who actually had weapons. More people hold just some sharpened sticks in their hands.

A day of intense fighting. The opponent did not capture his camp, but instead left dozens of corpses behind. However, he himself also killed and injured nearly twenty people. In this place, being injured meant death. The arrows have been shot, and the opponent has filled in the trench in front of the camp. Now he. They could only stand by the fence and watch the enemies not far away begin to regroup. Mu Gulu's mouth felt a little bitter this night. He knew he couldn't survive it,

In the opponent's team, there are dozens of people wearing leather armor and holding broadswords, who are obviously the core force of this group of people. During the day's fierce battle, this team has never been involved in combat, and now, they They have begun to advance here, and on their side, the soldiers have been fighting for a whole day, and each of them is almost exhausted. When the enemy's new force launches an attack, they will no longer have the strength to stop the opponent.

He looked back at the center of the camp, where the old, weak, women and children were huddled together, and shook his head with a wry smile. He would no longer be able to protect them. When they died in battle, these old, weak, women and children might become the enemy. Food in the bellies of these gangsters.

The remaining people gathered around him.

"Young Patriarch, we can't hold the camp anymore. We will rush out while protecting the Young Patriarch. We still have fifty people. We will definitely be able to protect the Young Patriarch and rush out. We will come back to take revenge on them one day." A big man carried Shang. The big knife dripping with blood walked to Mu Gulu's side and whispered.

"That's the only way it can be." Mu Gulu sighed. His first battle in this place was going to end in failure. "Bazar, one day I will peel off your skin to make a war drum." He stared at the tall man with long grass-like hair in the middle of the enemies in the distance and said with hatred.

Further away, Niu Teng was lying on the ground, sizing up the battlefield. The scene on the battlefield made him feel slightly relieved. Although there were many people, they were indeed a ragtag group of people. The most capable ones were just that. There are dozens of people wearing leather armor. These people must be the core force of this refugee group. Once they are eliminated, the battle will be over.

"Oh my god, these are a bunch of fucking savages!" Next to him, Huang Shan twisted and crawled over from the ground like a snake, staring at the battlefield not far away. Among the more than 400 people, there were many companies He didn't even have any clothes. He only had some branches and leaves wrapped around his waist to barely cover his appearance. Even if he had clothes on his body, they were in tatters and not covering his body.

"Don't underestimate them. These people are all desperadoes. We must kill the leader as soon as possible so that they will be leaderless." Niu Teng whispered.

"Here you go, there are still dragons. These are just a group of earthworms. Leave this guy to me." Huang Shan licked his mouth, his eyes shining.

"They are about to start an attack. This time, the refugees are still in front, and the bandit leader is holding these elites behind. It seems that they are preparing to break through the camp in this attack. After their attack starts, , we went up and hugged their butts," Niu Teng said. "In the first wave, all use crossbows. They must cause a large number of casualties to the opponent immediately. Kill this group of leather-armored men. Otherwise, we will be in trouble if those random people get involved. These people are all desperadoes. , If you don’t kill their leader in one fell swoop, it will be very troublesome to start a counterattack.”

"Understood!"

In the chaos, hundreds of mobs roared, waving their crude weapons, and rushed towards the fragile fence. Behind them, dozens of leather-armored elites waved their swords, and followed closely. It was just a group of homeless gangsters. When they launched an all-out attack, not even a single reserve team or sentry was left behind. When they rushed towards the fence like a tide, behind them, Niu Teng led twenty The rest of the special service team members rushed up like ghosts with their waists bent,

The soft-soled deer boots made a very soft sound when they stepped on the ground. In this killing field where the shouts of killing were loud, it was almost negligible. What they never expected was that there were still people in this area who dared to To plot against them, there were only twenty people.

Bazar walked at the end. As the leader of this group of people, he cherished his life more than others. He worked hard in this area for more than ten years and finally reached the scale it is today. A team of hundreds of people is not in this area. The biggest one is enough to keep him safe, and as the leader, he can naturally enjoy a life that people here can't even imagine. So he always charged from behind. As a ruthless gangster, although he no longer goes into battle shirtless for many years, he still retains a little bit of intuition.

He felt a chill down his back.

He turned around unconsciously, but what he saw shocked him. A group of people had already reached a place dozens of steps behind him. By the light of the torch, he could tell at a glance that these people were definitely not from this mountain. People here, because they dress uniformly, are all tall, fat and strong. Except for leaders like him, it is difficult to find people with this kind of body shape among the people here. The biggest similarity among the people here is that It's skinny.

"There are enemies behind you!" he shouted loudly.

He only shouted this short sentence, but the people who came up suddenly accelerated and approached them with just a sprint. Then, these people spread out in a fan shape, holding in their hands something that Bazar had never seen before. A weapon that had been seen before, the sound of chirping was accompanied by streaks of black light.

Bazar felt a chill in his chest. He lowered his head in shock and saw several short black feathers stuck on his chest. The only piece of iron armor on his body in his team did not protect him at all.

He felt the strength draining from his body rapidly, and a trace of coolness quickly spread from his chest to his limbs. Around him, screams sounded almost at the same time. His biggest reliance was on dozens of people wearing leather clothes. The big man A almost fell down in half under his opponent's blow.

He let out an earth-shattering howl, his body fell backwards, and fell heavily to the ground. His eyes were wide open, and he refused to rest in silence. He was just a refugee with a small force, so why did he cause such an incident? The God of Punishment. Huang Shan walked up to the leader whose figure was different from that of an adult. He squatted down, looked at the wide eyes, and snorted coldly, "Boy, you are unlucky to see us right." If someone does this, I'll have to send you to the West." With a wave of the dagger in his hand, he cut the opponent's throat open.

More than two dozen special service members rushed over like the wind. The broadswords in their hands flashed with cold light, accompanied by howls. These guys who seemed to be extremely elite in Mugulu, in the hands of the special service members, there were almost no traces of them. He joined the enemy, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of leather armors were swept away.

Mugulu, who was ready to break out and abandon the old, weak, women and children in the camp, was surprised to see this wave of reinforcements like a divine force descending from heaven, killing all the Bazar group. He listened to the sound of riding a crossbow. That familiar whistling sound, he knew who was coming.

"Surrender without killing!" He waved the machete in his hand and pounced on the other panicked refugees.

"Throw down your weapons, squat down, and hold your head!" Dozens of soldiers from the Rouran tribe rushed out one after another, howling loudly. Their escape from the desperate situation boosted their morale. At this moment, the fatigue of a day of fierce fighting was gone. Without a trace. (To be continued)

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