Weird Three Kingdoms

Chapter 807 The Wolf King Among the Prairie Wolf Kings
At this moment, the situation of the car formation in the rear also affected the eyes of Ma Yue and Yu Fuluo who were fighting in the front...

A general is the courage of an army. This sentence was not wrong at this time in the Han Dynasty.Only those who dare to be cruel to others are only superficially fierce. Only those who are cruel enough to themselves can become real warriors.

When the yellow dust broke out in the desert, it was false to say that he was not worried. Yu Fuluo kept holding more than a thousand people from his tribe, but did not get involved. Another Xianbei army came out from the south, but he fell into a bad situation with no reserve soldiers to use.

But now, although Yu Fuluo lacked the threat of the Xianbei army, the Feiqian army in the rear was facing the biggest crisis right now.

"Don't retreat!" Yu Fuluo muttered softly.

In cavalry battles, if even the space for galloping is compressed, it is not as good as infantry!
Since he was a child, he has been leading the cavalry to fight in all directions, and Yuvro, who wanders all over the world, has a sensitivity to commanding the cavalry, which is as natural as breathing.

Xianbei presses from the rear. If Fei Qian retreats here, it will certainly relieve a lot of pressure on Fei Qian, but once it retreats, the army without sufficient psychological preparation will not be so easy to hold after running. If it doesn't work out, the retreat will directly turn into a rout!
Even if you can run here, there is Xianbei in front and Xianbei in the back. The space is getting smaller and smaller, and the cavalry will run slower and slower. How can this battle be fought?
Yu Fuluo was staring at the rear. Seeing that the commander-in-chief Fei Qian's flag had not moved at all in the midst of the hustle and bustle, it was obvious that he was going to form a confrontation and had no intention of retreating. He couldn't help but clapped his hands and praised: "Good! What a Fei Zhonglang! "

Seeing that Fei Qian was neither blindly facing the enemy nor retreating timidly, but stubbornly choosing to fight, Yu Fuluo's heart was slightly relieved.

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

It is also a bitter cold man on the grassland. Although the Southern Huns lost their vigor for a while, after defeating the Xianbei Youdahu, they seem to have regained their confidence. In addition, the number of Southern Huns is now more than that of the Xianbei branch. More than a thousand, there is still a certain advantage in the situation, so it is not impossible to send some people back...

"Back for help?"

Yu Fuluo looked at the Southern Huns who were fighting fiercely with the Xianbei cavalry ahead, and hesitated a little.It's not that Yu Fuluo has any prejudice against Fei Qian, but Yu Fuluo wants to weigh whether it is worthwhile to return aid...

"Zhong Lang, do you... need help?"

Yu Fuluo frowned tightly, looked back to the north, and muttered to himself.

Now the relationship with Feiqian can be regarded as a relationship of one loss and one prosperity. If you don’t return to help, in case Feiqian’s central army can’t defend, is captured by the Xianbei army, and the central commander falls, although he still has the advantage on the battlefield, he has Make sure to evacuate before Xianbei from the rear rushes over, but since then, the Southern Huns have been cut off from the road to re-emergence and growth.

Yu Fuluo's eyes fluctuated, making it difficult to make a choice.

Yu Fuluo is also a leader for many years. He knows that the fight between soldiers is based on blood and courage.

It’s not impossible to return to aid, but once you return to aid, if you go less, it will be like beating a dog with a bone. It will have no effect. It will take longer, which means that your own people will suffer more damage.

Various thoughts swirl in Yu Fuluo's mind.

Fei Qian must assist, the commander of the Chinese army cannot die!A death will inevitably shake the three armies, a complete defeat, and one's own king map will be in vain!
However, my own tribe finally started to suppress Xianbei and gradually began to fight against Xianbei. Even if it is a victory, it will only be a miserable victory!

Before there was any place to rely on, one of his own people died, but one was missing. Besides, wouldn't the Xianbei army who came later be prepared?Maybe they are allocating part of the troops to wait for their own people to run back to rescue Feiqian at the expense of their horsepower!
It is nearly twenty miles away from Fei Qian's Chinese army, and the yellow dust can be seen lingering like a dragon, but the flag of Fei Qian's Chinese army cannot be seen, and it is not clear whether there is a clarion call for help.

There is no complicated communication signal for marching and fighting.The flags and golden drums, together with the horns of the barbarians, are the main means of communication and order, but even if someone is sent 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 you defend me to defeat the Xianbei division and win a complete victory?
When he was undecided, Yu Fuluo suddenly saw a group of troops galloping from behind. Although the number was not large, they were heavily armored and menacing, pressing over like a moving fortress. Lala stretched in the wind, it was the Xiliang iron cavalry led by Zhang Ji!
"Ah...haha, hahahaha..." Yu Fuluo suddenly burst into laughter, and praised again, "You are worthy of being Fei Zhonglang! You are indeed worthy of being a courageous and insightful Fei Zhonglang!"

"See! This is what Fei Zhonglang means!"

Yu Fuluo drew the saber into his hand, pointed at Zhang Ji's cavalry unit that was heading towards Ma Yue, and shouted at the surrounding Southern Huns: "Zhonglang is disgusting us for being slow! Children and grandchildren of China! The knives are all rusted, can’t they cut off the head of a Xianbei dog? Longevity is in the sky, the glory of us Huns depends on ourselves! My sons, don’t let the Han people compare!”

"Oh oh oh..." Encouraged by Yu Fuluo, the Southern Huns shouted loudly, and many of them even pounded their chests with their fists.

Yu Fuluo looked around, raised his saber high, with a murderous look on his face, "Decades ago, the Xianbei people were dogs under the knees of our Huns! Now, today, the sons of China, use the swords and guns in your hands to fight against us!" Tell these mongrel dogs, the grassland still belongs to the Huns! The bravest men on the grassland are the descendants of our China! Kill! Go forward! Go forward! Raise your swords and guns, sons, follow me to kill this group Xianbei dog!"

At this moment, Yu Fuluo also unreservedly pressed on his last reserve team.

On the way to run, Yu Fuluo glanced 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 today without flinching, I, my husband Luo, it doesn't matter if I recognize you as the wolf king among the wolf kings! The premise is...you have to survive!"

　It's Christmas today...

　　In fact, this foreign devil's festival is meaningless...

　　Really...

　　Just a reminder that the year is almost over again...

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　　Happy Leftovers!

　　So today those who eat fried rice with eggs can only eat, not eggs, remember...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)