"You charge again." The Korean medical worker said, "This time, you will definitely be able to charge into the Han army's camp."

The wolf slave nodded to the leader.

Seeing the hesitant look on the Hu leader's face, the Korean medical worker took out three name cards from his arms and handed them to the wolf slave.

"These two famous cards, one was given to me by the governor of Liangzhou, one was given to me by General Hao Zhao of Liangzhou, and the other one is mine."

"As long as you can rush into the Han army's camp this time, these three famous posters will be yours."

"I have been kind to General Hao Zhao. When you go to Liangzhou with three name cards, not only will Liangzhou accept you, but you will also be well accommodated."

When the barbarian leader heard this, he looked at the name card in the wolf slave's hand again, swallowed, and finally gritted his teeth: "Okay! I will thank you sir first!"

To the south is the Han army, and to the north is the Wei people.

The Han army cannot be attached, and the Wei people cannot tolerate it.

If there were not those three famous posters, then even if the defeated troops of my own could escape into Liangzhou, they might not have a good life.

It was about his final retreat, and the Hu people finally made a desperate move.

Each leader even sent his own bodyguards to take the lead, driving the Hu soldiers to rush towards the Han army.

Sure enough, the Korean medical worker guessed correctly.

This time the Hu army finally broke into the Han army's camp, and the Han army began to be forced to shrink back.

Feng Yong finally frowned when he saw the situation ahead.

"Shan Chief, there seems to be something wrong with the Hu people, as if they have gone crazy."

Zhang Muzhi ran back from the front, panting, with a nervous look on his face: "They probably know that the Chief is here. Chief, why don't you make some preparations first?"

"Prepare? What preparation? Prepare to escape?"

Feng Yong smiled calmly, "All the personal guards of the dignified Qiang Protector Colonel will run away in the face of the defeated troops, so what's the point of me being the Qiang Protector Colonel?"

He glanced at Zhang Muzhi and asked, "How many casualties are there?"

"No less than a hundred!" Zhang Muzhi said urgently: "Chief, the situation is urgent!"

Feng Yong shook his head and ordered: "Go and bring me a Hu bed. I want to see if the Hu people have the ability to reach me!"

The east and west wings of the camp also began to rush in.

Bu Qu, who was injured and could not be taken away in time, was suddenly trampled under the iron hooves of Hu Qi.

Seeing this situation, Feng Yong's eyes narrowed slightly.

The crossbowmen all threw away their crossbows, grabbed their swords and guns, and tried their best to use the last trench to stop the Hu cavalry.

Zhang Muzhi heard the shouts of death and got closer and closer. When he turned around and saw this situation, his face became more and more anxious.

He ignored Feng Yong's instructions and stepped forward to help Feng Yong prepare to evacuate to the south.

It's just that Feng Yong was tall, and Guan Ji supervised the martial arts training, and at the same time he was able to practice the art of breathing and breathing from the beginning.

Although his martial arts skills in the use of weapons are not very good, he can actually compete with Guan Ji in a few moves when it comes to bare-handed competition.

What's more, he pays attention to nutrition and steel training, and his strength is much greater than that of ordinary people.

With a wave of his hand, he knocked Yang Muzhi away and said sternly: "Go! Bring me the bed!"

Zhang Muzhi gritted his teeth, got up and ran to the handsome tent to get the bed.

At the same time, he stood next to Feng Yong, holding the handle of the knife tightly in his hand.

Although the Hu people rushed through the last ditch, they were eventually driven back by the Han army.

This time the Hu people's desperate charge caused considerable casualties to the Han army.

After an emergency count, there were only two hundred people who were intact or injured and could still fight.

Feng Yong's expression finally became serious.

The performance of this group of Hu people not only did not look like a defeated army, but even compared to those scattered Hu people who gathered to rebel, they were more resilient, which was really weird.

However, this time the fighting seemed to have finally exhausted the Hu people's patience, and they all began to turn around and head north.

Feng Yonggang was about to breathe a sigh of relief when Zhang Muzhi suddenly screamed: "Chief of the mountain, look to the south!"

Feng Yong was startled and turned his head quickly, only to see a black line appearing in the south.

The black line quickly expanded.

At the same time, the ground shook again.

Feng Yong stood up and looked far into the distance.

When they got closer, his face suddenly darkened, and he could only be heard breathing out slowly: "Xianbei Hu! It is indeed you!"

This group of Hu cavalry is different from the previous chaotic Qiang and Hu remnant army. They are in neat formation and have unified orders. They are a fine cavalry.

There was a sound of dysprosium, and the Xianbei Jingqiu stopped six hundred paces in front of the Han army camp.

It was completely dark and there was no unnecessary noise.

Although their numbers were no greater than that of the remnant Qiang and Hu troops who had just left, their intimidating power was much greater.

The fine cavalry came out of the formation, ran fifty steps in front of the Han camp, and said loudly: "Mr. Han has a message to pay homage to Feng Langjun."

Zhang Muzhi saw Feng Yong's expression of interest and was about to stop him, but in the end he kept silent and just followed closely.

Feng Yong showed no fear, and walked to the edge of the camp. With a brief gesture, someone came up to take orders, and then quickly passed Feng Yong's words: "Who is Mr. Han?"

The man could only be heard shouting again: "Feng Langjun and Mr. Han are beyond the words of a villain. Feng Langjun will know after seeing them."

After saying that, he turned over and dismounted, held something high in his hands, knelt down on one knee, and lowered his head to wait.

Bu Qu went over, took what he had in his hand, came back quickly, and handed it to Feng Yong.

Feng Yong took it and took a look, only to see simple thunder clouds painted on the edge of the greeting card. The paper surface was smooth and white.

For this paper quality alone, even Nanxiang's mass-produced mulberry paper cannot compare.

Unless it is specially supplied paper, it will be better.

When he opened the greeting card, Feng Tubiao said "Fuck".

What the hell did Nima write?

Over the years, Feng Tubeng, who thought he could read the characters of this era fluently, felt suffocated at first.

When I saw the words on the greeting card, I became very excited.

Damn it, I had a hard time adapting to Han Li, so why don't you just write Xiaozhuan for me? Is it a sense of accomplishment to bully illiterate people?

On purpose?

It must be intentional, right?

If you don't understand the greeting message, you won't be able to reply.

Feng Yong glanced at Zhang Muzhi beside him, and then gave up.

Forget it, he is not as good as himself!

At least I could still recognize it as Xiaozhuan, and the students in the school couldn't believe they didn't even know what Xiaozhuan was.

Unexpectedly, when Zhang Muzhi saw Feng Yong's actions, he misunderstood Feng Yong's meaning.

Staff Zhang, who kept his responsibilities in mind, whispered: "Chief, the purpose of the thief's arrival is unclear. For the sake of the Commander's safety, it is better for the students not to see him or not."

Do you think I want to see you? It’s just that people are already at the door. Whether or not you see me is not up to me, but to him!
Chapter completed!