However, Yun Ting joined the army when he was young. He followed Murong Shen, Zhang Qilan, Lu Jinxian, and the others from an ordinary soldier to a young general who could lead an army by himself. For more than ten years, he had participated in no less than a hundred battles. How could it be so easy for Helian Peng to be favored?
Yun Ting sat high on the horse and looked at Helian Peng with a smile. He said, "General Helian, don't be anxious. Let's exchange pointers first."
"You're courting death!" Helian Peng was very confident in his martial arts. Even in the martial arts world of the Central Plains, there were few opponents, let alone a young general like Yun Ting. He raised the long saber in his hand and pounced on Yun Ting. When the two generals moved, the soldiers under them naturally did not hold back. They quickly tangled with each other in the midst of battle cries.
Yun Ting grinned at Helian Peng but did not fight him head-on. When he saw Helian Peng coming to kill him, he immediately pulled his horse and ran to the other side. Helian Peng caught up with Yun Ting in a few leaps. "Where do you think you're going?!"
Yun Ting turned around and smiled at him. "I know that General Helian's martial arts are excellent, so I specially invited a few masters to exchange pointers with you." As he spoke, a few black shadows appeared from the depths of the darkness. Helian Peng glanced at the dark patterns on the man in black's lapel and said in a deep voice, "Qi Lin."
"Yes." The leading man in black laughed in a low voice and raised his head. It was the third young master of the Xu family, Xu Qingfeng.
Yun Ting got rid of Helian Peng and immediately cupped his hands to Xu Qingfeng. He said with a smile, "Commander Xu, I'll have to trouble you to take care of General Helian." After that, he lifted the reins and rushed into the battlefield again.
Helian Peng's face was very ugly at this time. These days, Qi Lin of the Mohist army and his Yazi subordinates were also fighting openly and secretly. They had fought more than ten times. However, Qi Lin rarely lost. On the contrary, the Yazi that he had high hopes for had almost been wiped out after a few months of fighting. Helian Peng also understood the difference between Qi Lin and Yazi. At the same time, he hated Princess Ding even more for training Qi Lin.
At this moment, the people surrounding him were no match for him in a one-on-one fight. However, a swarm of them would also cause him to be flustered. Needless to say, these people didn't even need to kill him. They only needed to trap him for a few hours and he wouldn't be able to go back to rescue them.
"Third Master Xu?" Helian Peng stared at Xu Qingfeng and said, "I didn't expect that the Xu family's scholarly family would produce a military general like Third Young Master." Xu Qingfeng did not mind his mockery. With a leisurely laugh he said, "Learning literature and martial arts is voluntary. Our Xu family has never been demanding. Even if I throw away my pen and join the army, I won't disgrace the Xu family's martyrs. " Although Xu Qingfeng liked martial arts, he grew up in the Xu family. He had been influenced by poetry since he was young. Although his talent was not as good as the Xu family's, he was much better than the average person. Moreover, Xu Qingfeng had never regretted his choice, nor did he think that he had made a mistake. Helian Peng's words were not even qualified to scratch his itch.
Helian Peng also knew that this situation was more or less useless. It was better to get rid of Qi Lin's siege as soon as possible and lead the troops back to rescue them. With a serious expression, he said in a deep voice, "Then, this general would like to experience Qi Lin's skills."
Xu Qingfeng and the others did not say much. They directly took out their weapons and went up to fight. The strength of Qi Lin and the others was their teamwork. Although they were not as strong individually, with a few people surrounding them, Helian Peng could only be suppressed.
On the other side, Yun Ting led his soldiers and rampaged through the chaotic army. Many Northern Tribes soldiers who did not have time to react were killed. The mountains were filled with murderous cries.
At this time, Ye Li and Mo Xiuyao had already appeared not far from the Northern Tribes camp. Looking at the brightly lit Northern Tribes camp, Mo Xiuyao's lips curled into a cold smile. It was obvious that Yelu Ye and the others were still waiting for news from Helian Peng. What Yelu Ye didn't expect was that the person they wanted to ambush had already appeared in front of them with a group of people.
Ye Li urged her horse to stand beside Mo Xiuyao and looked at the camp with him. She smiled faintly and said, "Helian Peng must have already started fighting with Yun Ting." As long as Helian Peng and Yun Ting started fighting, it would be impossible for them to retreat for a while. They would also have enough time to deal with Yelu Ye and Helian Zhen.
Mo Xiuyao nodded and said, "That's right. I wonder if Helian Zhen will think that I am outside his camp right now? "
On the other side, Feng Zhiyao smiled and said, "Helian Zhen must think that Prince was really shocked by Helian Peng's sudden attack." Originally, the Mohist army's celebration was just a trap for the Northern Tribes. With Mo Xiuyao's personality, how could he be so conceited that the entire army would celebrate when he had yet to achieve complete victory? It was a pity that Helian Zhen did not understand Mo Xiuyao's character at all.
"Are you ready?" Mo Xiuyao asked calmly.
Feng Zhiyao nodded and said, "Yes, Sun Yaowu will lead the troops to the left and Chen Yun will lead the troops to the right. Zhoumin has already led the troops to Huifeng Valley. We will attack from the front. After two hours, Yun Ting will let Helian Peng out to meet with Yelu Ye and the others. I guarantee that not a single Northern Tribes soldier will escape. "
Mo Xiuyao nodded and praised, "Very good. I want to see … if Helian Zhen still has the power to turn the situation around. "Although he was smiling, Mo Xiuyao's words were filled with a cold killing intent.
"Prince, should we attack now?" Feng Zhiyao was also eager to give it a try.
"Let's do it." Mo Xiuyao nodded and said.
Feng Zhiyao smiled and took out an arrow from his back. He nocked it and pulled the bowstring. A long arrow with a fiery glow shot towards the Northern Tribes camp.
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