"Report--!" The Khan's personal soldiers ran over and knelt in front of Moganda, and reported in panic: "Report to the Khan, the reinforcements of the Fiery Clan have arrived, and the one who led the troops seemed to be Zuo Xianwang!"

"Super!" After hearing this, Moganda was so angry that his beard flew up. He stamped his feet and cursed: "Don't sleep late at night, Yuan Rui is so hateful! Where is the eldest prince?"

"Father Khan, my son is here!" Moganda's eldest son came over on a horse. He had neat armor and a pair of nine-section steel whips in his hand.

"Good child!" Moganda saw that his eldest son was so brave, so he couldn't help but comfort him. He nodded to his son repeatedly and said, "My son quickly leads troops to support Lang Qianhu! You must capture that boy Yuan Rui alive!"

"Son obeyed the order!" Everyone knocked the two whips in their hands, and sparks flew everywhere." Last time, Yuan Rui had escaped, and this time his son would not let him go back!"

What I said about the robbery of the Fierce Flame Clan's food and supplies. At that time, Yuan Rui was defeated by Mo Buxi's double whip because of a long journey and was exhausted.

"Go and go quickly, wait for your good news for your father!" Moganda waved his hand and urged him, not taking this enemy attack seriously at all.

"Father Khan, please take a look!" Don't laugh out loud, shouting at the soldiers under your command, and roaring towards the right wing of the army.

A mile away, Yue Qiyun and the Dragon and Tiger Guard had already touched the position close to the tent of the Naiman army. Looking at the figures inside, the torches were swaying. She just waved to the soldiers behind her, and the reins in her hand were loosened, and the moon flew out like an arrow left apart.

"Ga!" General Zhou Lang shouted and sat down on his war horse, following Yue Qiyun closely.

The formation of the dragon and tiger guards' wings unfolded again, but this time the one who rushed to the front was Yue Qiyun in black outfit.

As soon as Mo Buxiu walked away, the sound of horse hooves as heavy as drums sounded outside the Central Army camp.

Moganda was about to go back and continue to sleep, but after hearing this strange sound, he couldn't help but look back.

"This, this, this..." When he saw the neat people wearing black battle robe, he couldn't help but his scalp was numb, and his trembling fingers pointed at the familiar and dazzling team, and shouted incoherently: "Yue Family Army? How can they?... Ghost!"

The Yue family army had been killed by the Emperor of Liang, and the Yue Qiyun, who had only brought five hundred men to his hometown to take revenge, was still alive and dead.

But the other party’s equipment was obviously from Yue’s army! Where did they emerge?

Could it be that this is an army composed of ghosts from Yue’s army?

The more Moganda thought about it, the more scared he became. His thighs were trembling, and he couldn't even climb up his mount.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" The Naiman clan's central army tent suddenly became chaotic, and his own khan's loss of composure made the terrified soldiers even more panicked.

Moganda's personal soldiers finally helped him onto the war horse, and the scout who was responsible for monitoring Yuan Lie rolled and crawled over.

"Biography—!" The scout rolled down from the horse, climbed all the way to Moganda, almost shouting: "Biography, the flames on the mountain rushed down!"

"What? Yuan Lie...he is going to break through!" No matter how stupid Moganda is, he also understands at this time that everything that happened tonight is to make Yuan Lie break out of the siege!

"Where is the eldest prince? My son?" Moganda screamed strangely.

"The Great Khan, the eldest prince just left and went to help Lang Qianhu!" His personal soldiers reminded him.

"It's bad, we're trapped!" Moganda slapped his thigh in a hurry, but his son had already led most of the soldiers away in the middle army.

At this time, the Naiman army camp was extremely empty!

Yuan Rui saw the Dragon and Tiger Guards cut into the Naiman camp like a sharp sword from afar, and he immediately stopped his mount.

"My boys, the enemy has been trapped, let's retreat!"

"Yohoo-hoo--!"

"Come on the Khan to go——!"

Two thousand cavalrymen of the Flame tribe rushed out of the battlefield, rushing without hesitation to turn back towards the road when they came.

When Mo Buxiu led his men to Lang Qianhu's camp, he saw a mess all over the ground. Except for a few tents that were trampled over, Qianhu Lang Baozhu was blinded, and where was there any shadow of an invading enemy?

"Where is Yuan Rui, where is Yuan Rui's child?" Everyone kept beating horses in the scattered camp, shouting loudly without giving up.

"The big prince, the Fiery Man rushed in while we were unprepared, but for some reason they immediately retreated. At this time, I don't know where they had escaped!" The Naiman soldiers, who were dazed by Yuan Rui, followed Mo Buxiu and explained.

"What, ran away? You bunch of trash!" Everyone was so angry that they turned around and whipped the soldier with a whip. The poor soldier did not die under the sword of the Flaming Man, but his brain burst out by his whip.

——Is this considered a trance?

Before the soldier died, he was silently asking the sky.

Everyone was still free and upset, but there was a shocking shout of killing from the direction of the central army camp!

"Oh no!" Mo Buxi turned his head and looked at the flames in the central army camp, and screamed in anger: "I've been trapped, I've been trapped!"

At this time, Moganda, under the protection of his personal soldiers, fled desperately towards the right wing of the Naiman army.

Just a quarter of an hour ago, the Dragon and Tiger Guard led by Yue Qiyun was like a heavenly soldier descending from the sky. He rushed his central army camp with thunder and tore a hole in the defense of the Naimans.

The Naiman, caught off guard, was already in a hurry to fight. How could he be the opponent of the well-equipped and powerful Dragon and Tiger Guard? In just one round, the Moganda generals lost more than a dozen.

As the Khan King, Moganda escaped from the Longhu Guard's long sword while being guarded by his personal soldiers.

In fact, to put it in detail, Moganda's escape was caused by Yue Qiyun's intentional release of water.

According to Yue Qiyun's plan, Moganda was to be trapped and died in the Oolong swamp. Only in this way can all the Jeona people give their all to support.

Moganda, I can’t die now!

"Remember your life first! Wait for the next day, hum..." Yue Qiyun pinned Zhaoyue and looked at Moganda who was fleeing in the desert with a sneer. The eyes of the phoenix shone brightly under the light of the fire.

"The concubine, hearing the shouts of killing in front of her, it seemed like it was the Khan and the others!" Zhou Lang cut off the enemy's head with a knife and pointed to the most noisy place in the distance.

"Dragon and Tiger Guards, show our weapons and let these Yanbei barbarians see what the real Yue family army is!" Yue Qiyun pointed his sword ahead, and the dark Naiman army said loudly.

"Kill!" Wubaierlang shouted loudly in unison, and his voice resounded throughout the battlefield.
Chapter completed!