Enemy attack!
This thought appeared in everyone's mind, and they quickly grabbed their weapons to gather.
"Why would there be an enemy attack here?"
"Just who is the enemy?"
"How many enemies are there?"
Many questions appeared in the minds of Wochen, Borchu, and the others, but they still quickly passed down orders.
However, the sky was covered in yellow sand, and it was impossible to see where the enemy was. Only the faint sounds of battle could be heard in the sandstorm. Even though the Qie Xue soldiers had been through hundreds of battles, they were still beginning to panic.
Wochen and Borchu were experienced generals, and they were able to quickly determine the approximate location of the enemy based on the direction in which the warning sounds had disappeared. They quickly gathered their soldiers and deployed their troops in that direction.
Unfortunately, they were met with a volley of arrows, and the Mongolian army was instantly thrown into disarray. Fortunately, the Mongolians were experts in mounted archery, and many of their soldiers nocked their arrows and shot them back. Unfortunately, they were currently facing a sandstorm, and not only could they not see the enemy clearly, they were also fighting against the wind, which greatly reduced the power of their mounted arrows. On the other hand, the power of the enemy's arrows was multiplied by the wind.
"Retreat, retreat! Spread out and circle behind the enemy's flank!" Borchu immediately realized that they would definitely lose this battle, and he quickly passed down the order. The greatest advantage of the Mongolians was their mobility. In the past, when they were fighting to the west, they would often defeat many with fewer troops, and they would rely on their great mobility to circle around the enemy's weak flank or pretend to retreat in defeat to lure the enemy in and surround them.
Although Borchu was not a top-notch general, he had been by Temujin's side for so many years, and even if he had never eaten pork, he had seen pigs run.
But at that moment, a pale yellow figure suddenly rushed out of the sandstorm and stabbed Borchu in the throat. The people around him cried out in alarm, and by the time they were about to go help, his corpse had already fallen to the ground. It was as if the sound of a death drum was beating heavily on the hearts of the Mongolians.
Borchu's soldiers finally came to their senses and wanted to rush over to avenge their master, but the yellow figure was like a dragon swinging its tail. She had appeared suddenly and disappeared just as suddenly, quickly disappearing into the sandstorm. Where would they go to find her?
"It's her!" Song Qingshu, who was nearby, was shocked when he saw this. Even though it was just a glimpse, he had already recognized that the other party was the yellow-clothed Huo Qingtong. Her heroic spirit had left a deep impression on him in the past. Now that he had personally witnessed her elegant demeanor on the battlefield, it was truly breathtaking.
"It's the people from the Wooden Table Ethics Department!"
Now that they were in close combat, everyone could clearly see the attire of the attackers. They were camels riding archers, and the riders were all wrapped in layers of black scarves, revealing only their eyes. In addition, they were facing away from the wind, so the sandstorm did not affect them too much.
"There are also people from Dzungar!"
Someone also recognized the identity of the other army, and the hearts of the Mongolians immediately sank to the bottom. It should be known that the Wooden Table Ethics Department and the Dzungar Khaganate had caused a lot of trouble for the Mongolians in the Western Regions over the years. After fighting them for so many years, they naturally knew their strength. If they were surrounded by them now, they would most likely be doomed.
Even though Wo Chen kept giving orders in an attempt to salvage the situation, Borchu was the leader of this group of Qie Xue troops. He had been killed as soon as the battle began, and the fact that this group had not immediately collapsed was already due to the high quality of the Qie Xue troops. However, in the sandstorm, it was as if they were surrounded by enemies from all directions. Without a direct leader, the Qie Xue troops quickly fell into a situation where they were separated and surrounded by the enemy.
Song Qingshu could see that the Mongolians had already lost. Of course, he would not help the Mongolians kill the people from the Wooden Table Ethics Department, but he still had to put on a show. In the end, he pretended to be fighting while retreating. Listening to the Book
In the end, the sandstorm grew stronger, and it was almost impossible to see anything beyond a meter. The Mongolians completely collapsed, and many began to flee. Song Qingshu also took the opportunity to walk to the edge of the battlefield.
What surprised him was that he ran into Aman on the way, but she had already been separated from Su Pu and the others. She was tied up by a knight from the Wooden Table Ethics Department and placed on a camel. Obviously, this was how prisoners were treated on the battlefield.
This surprised Song Qingshu. He had thought that the people from the Tieyan tribe had contacted the Wooden Table Ethics Department and the Dzungar Khaganate to organize such an ambush. However, looking at the way the soldiers of the Wooden Table Ethics Department treated Aman, it did not seem like they had discussed this beforehand.
"Who informed Huo Qingtong? Or has her battlefield acuity really reached such a level that she can accurately grasp the movements of this Mongolian army?" While Song Qingshu was puzzled, the knight from the Wooden Table Ethics Department had already seen him. He only thought that he was a member of the Mongolian army, and waved his sword at him.
Song Qingshu leaned to the side, grabbed the knight's wrist, and threw him dozens of feet away. Then, he jumped on the camel and took his place, running to the edge of the battlefield.
Now that the battlefield was a mess, no matter how good his martial arts were, he had to guard against cold arrows everywhere. It was better to leave the battlefield as soon as possible.
"Thank you, uncle. You saved me again." When Aman saw that it was him, she could not help but be pleasantly surprised.
"Uncle?" Song Qingshu thought that with the appearance of the Shuiyue Sect, he would at most be considered a perverted uncle. This little girl was really silly and sweet. She could even call him uncle.
"Don't talk. Be careful that the sandstorm doesn't get into your mouth," Song Qingshu said, and handed her a scarf to wrap around her face.
However, Aman did not listen to him. Instead, she continued, "Can you go and save Su Pu and the others? Just now, we were separated by the chaotic army. "
Song Qingshu directly refused, "Do you think I am a god? Now that there are thousands of soldiers outside, what is the difference between me going and dying? What's more, it's so dark that I can't even see my fingers. It's impossible for me to find them. "
He wasn't a saint who would take such a big risk for an unrelated man. However, if the person he was saving was Su Pu and he asked him to save Armen, would he go?
Aman looked around. Indeed, there was sandstorm everywhere. Even the sound of fighting could hardly be heard. Looking for people in this situation was tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack. She could only put her palms together, "Allah bless Su Pu, you must let him live …"
Song Qingshu saw her praying with her hands tied in front of her chest. Coupled with the fact that she was placed horizontally in front of her, the current posture was as strange as it could be. He could not help but laugh, "You are too much of a lover than a friend. Why do you only ask Allah to bless Su Pu's life? Are Sansir and Camel not human?"
"I am not …" Aman suddenly blushed and hurriedly prayed for Sansir and the others.
Song QingShu calmed himself down. While guarding against stray arrows, he rode the camel and broke through the weak points of the enemy's forces. Even though the sky was filled with sand and wind, he could still sense the Qi movement and avoid many risks in advance.
Halfway through, Aman felt uncomfortable and asked Song Qingshu to untie her.
Song Qingshu glanced at her and did not agree, "I advise you to leave it like this, lest you say that I am taking advantage of you later."
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