Chapter 808: The Wolf King Among the Prairie Wolf Kings

At this moment, the situation of the car formation at the rear also affects the eyes of Ma Yue and Huvroud who are fighting in the front...

A general is the courage of an army. This saying was absolutely correct at this time in the Han Dynasty. If you only dare to be cruel to others, that is just superficial ferocity. Only if you are cruel enough to yourself can you become a true warrior.

When yellow dust arose in the desert, it would be false to say that he was not worried. Yuvluo had been holding more than a thousand tribesmen captive, and did not participate in the battlefield with Xianbei not far away, just because he was worried about what might happen. Another Xianbei army emerged from the south, but he was in a terrible situation with no reserve troops available.

Now, although Yuvluo is less threatened by the Xianbei army, the Feiqian Army in the rear is facing the biggest crisis at the moment.

"Don't retreat!" Hufro muttered softly.

In a cavalry battle, if even the space for galloping is compressed, it would be worse than infantry!

Hufrault, who has been leading cavalry in all directions since he was a child, wandering all over the world, has a sensitivity to commanding cavalry that is as natural as breathing.

Xianbei presses from behind. If Fei Qian retreats here, it will certainly relieve a lot of pressure on Fei Qian, but once the army retreats, it will not be so easy to contain the army without sufficient psychological preparation. Maybe the retreat will turn into a rout!

Even if they can hold it back after running here, there is Xianbei in front and Xianbei in the rear. The space is getting smaller and smaller, and the cavalry will run slower and slower. How can we fight this battle?

Hufro stared back, and in the hustle and bustle, he saw that Fei Qian's flag had not moved at all. He was obviously going to form a formation to fight, and had no intention of retreating. He couldn't help but clapped his hands and exclaimed: "Good! What a good Fei Zhonglang!" "

Seeing that Fei Qian neither blindly faced the enemy nor retreated timidly, but stubbornly chose to fight, Humphrey felt a little relieved.

"Chanyu, do you want to...send some people back to rescue?"

They are also bitter and cold men on the grassland. Although the Southern Xiongnu lost their vigor for a time, they seemed to have regained their confidence after defeating Xianbei Right Danghu. In addition, the number of Southern Xiongnu is now greater than that of Xianbei. With more than a thousand people, there is still a certain advantage in the situation, so it is not impossible to send some troops back...

"Return for help?"

Yuvluo looked at the Southern Huns who were fighting fiercely with the Xianbei cavalry in front, and hesitated a little. It's not that Yuvrault has any prejudice against Fei Qian, but that Yuvrault wants to weigh whether the return of support is worth it...

"Zhonglang, do you... need help?"

Humphrey frowned tightly, looked back to the north, and murmured to himself.

Now we have a mutually beneficial relationship with Fei Qian. If we don't return reinforcements, if Fei Qian's Chinese army cannot defend and is captured by the Xianbei army, and the central commander falls, although he still has an advantage on the battlefield, he has They were sure to evacuate before the Xianbei came from behind, but this also cut off the path for the Southern Xiongnu to rise and grow again.

Humphrey's eyes were constantly changing, making it difficult to make a decision.

Hufrault has also been a leader for many years, and he knows that fighting between soldiers relies on bloody courage. If you look forward and worry about gains and losses, you will be destined to be massacred by the enemy when you go into battle!

It's not impossible to return reinforcements, but once reinforcements are returned, if you don't come back too little, it's like beating a dog with meat and bones. It has no effect. If you come back too much, your battlefield will definitely be greatly affected, and you can't say how long the battle will take. It will drag on longer, which means that your own people will suffer more damage.

All kinds of thoughts were running around in Yuvluo's mind.

Fei Qian must be supported, and the Chinese army coach cannot die! If he dies, the three armies will be shaken. If he is completely defeated, his plan to become king will be in vain!

However, his own tribe finally began to suppress Xianbei and fight. At this time, he sent his soldiers back. Under the circumstances, once the Xianbei people regained their composure, the advantage they had won so far would be in vain. Sometimes even a victory will only be a miserable victory!

Before there is any place to rely on, if one of his tribesmen dies, one will be missing. Besides, won't the Xianbei army be prepared for the attack from behind? Maybe some of the troops are being detached to wait for their own people to run back to rescue Fei Qian with all their strength!

This place is nearly 20 miles away from Fei Qian's Chinese army. You can see the yellow dust lingering like a coiling dragon, but you can't see the flag of Fei Qian's Chinese army, and you can't hear whether there is a horn for help.

In marching operations, there are no complicated communication signals. Flags and golden drums, coupled with the Hu people's horns, are the main means of communication and orders, but now even if we send people to the rear to check, it will take a lot of time to go back and forth...

Fei Zhonglang, can you hold on?

The moment when I defend my place and defeat the Xianbei army and achieve complete victory?

When he was undecided, Humphrey suddenly saw a group of people galloping from the rear. Although the number was not large, they were heavily armored and menacing, pressing over like a moving fortress. A battle flag with Chinese characters splashed out from the array. The ones stretching in the wind are none other than the Xiliang cavalry led by Zhang Ji!

"Ah...haha, hahahaha..." Yufro suddenly smiled and praised again, "As expected of Fei Zhonglang! As expected of Fei Zhonglang with courage and knowledge!"

"Did you see it! This is what Fei Zhonglang means!"

Yuvluo drew his sword into his hand, pointed at Zhang Ji's cavalry troops who were heading towards Ma Yue, and shouted to the surrounding Southern Huns: "Zhonglang is dissing us for being too slow! Descendants of Chi Na! Is it possible?" The knife is rusty, can’t it chop off the head of a Xianbei dog? The glory of the Huns is up to us, and we have to rely on ourselves to win the glory of the Huns! Sons, don’t let the Han people compete!”

"Oh oh oh..." Encouraged by Yuvluo, the Southern Huns shouted loudly, and many even beat their chests with their fists.

Yuvluo looked around, raising his sword high, with a murderous look on his face, "A few decades ago, the Xianbei people were just dogs under the knees of our Huns! Now, today, the sons of China, use the swords and guns in your hands to come Tell these mongrel dogs that the grassland still belongs to the Huns! The bravest men on the grassland are still the descendants of our China! Kill! Go forward! Go forward! Raise your swords and guns, sons and daughters, follow me and kill these groups Xianbei dog!”

At this moment, Huvrault also pressed his last reserve team without any reservation.

While running, Yu Fuluo looked back at the rolling yellow dust behind him, and said silently in his heart: "Fei Qian, Fei Zhonglang! If you can go forward as boldly as you did today without flinching, I will be my husband. Luo, it doesn’t matter if I recognize you as the wolf king among wolf kings! The premise is... you have to survive!"

Today is actually Christmas... Actually, this foreign devil's holiday is meaningless... Really... It's just a reminder that the year is coming to an end... Happy leftover eggs! So those who eat egg fried rice today can only eat rice, not eggs, please remember...