Three thousand harem is too tiring
22 The situation is critical, moths flying into the fire!

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Take them away!

Go home!

Old Master Tang still remembered that person's eyes. They were filled with fatigue, gratification, and the calmness of facing death. There was also a trace of nostalgia for home.

Who was not afraid of death?

It was as light as a feather, or as heavy as Mount Tai!

Old Master Han's group of nearly 1,000 people were retreating towards the Jingyang City Gate. The short 600-meter distance was like a natural moat at this time!

Meanwhile, Han Ruxue led the Han Family's guards to support them from the side!

"The city gates are open? These two-legged sheep really dared to leave the city?”

Ashina Ziye was still in the camp, his face revealing a look of ecstasy.

He hated these towering city walls, but now that the city gates were open, everything would be much easier!

Ashidiwu was also startled by the noise outside and walked out from the tent. It was a burly man with a body as sturdy as an iron tower.

"Hahaha! These cowardly turtles had finally come out? Ashina Qiye, well done!"

His laughter was extremely ear-piercing, like thunder.

"All troops, assemble! Let's catch these lowlifes together! After taking down Jingyang, our brothers will have a good time!”

Ashidiwu didn't say anything.

The entire army was mobilized!

There was no need to leave people to guard the camp. He disdained it, and he never paid attention to strategy. He could defeat ten people with one force!

"Boor!"

Ashina Ziye secretly said.

The remaining three thousand or so cavalry of the Turkic camp quickly charged out. It would only take a few moments to cover this short one or two li.

"Not good!"

Old Master Han, Old Master Tang, Yue Da, and the others all had a change in expression.

"How dare this fellow mobilize his entire army?"

Elder Tang was dumbfounded.

Usually, in a war, at least twenty to thirty percent of the troops should be left to guard the base camp. After all, what if it was a trick?

The situation on the battlefield was unpredictable, so who could guarantee anything?

If the main camp was ambushed, the supplies and supplies would all be wasted. If the army returned without success, how could they continue?

"Run!"

"Run!"

"Let the old, weak, women, and children get on the horses first!"

...

The situation became tense, and everyone ran for their lives. The two or three warhorses that Yue Da brought out were also put to great use.

Luo Yan's seven or eight hundred cavalry also clashed with the two thousand Turkic soldiers. Even though it was extremely difficult, they did not let a single Turkic barbarian pass.

"Kekeke! Brothers, charge over!"

Not long after, Ashidewu led the rest of the troops and rushed over. He looked at Luo Yan's group with disdain, smiled sinisterly and was about to rush towards the city gate with more than 3,000 cavalry.

"Kill them!"

Governor Luo let out a long howl as the long saber in his hand swept across wantonly. He only attacked and did not defend, as if he did not care about his life.

"Defend!"

Yang Yong and the others were also going all out, gritting their teeth. However, there were simply too many enemies, densely packed together, causing one's heart to feel despair.

"Leave this to me." Ashina said.

Ashidewu nodded and led his men to rush over like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, causing panic in the crowd.

The situation was critical!

"Uncle Cui, leave quickly!"

Han Ruxue's cold voice rang out. She asked Cui Jin to drive the carriage away while she led Han Yi and the hundred or so guards to welcome them.

Yue Da's five hundred light cavalry followed closely behind!

Moths darting into the fire could also buy some time!

That was enough!

"Sis!"

Even though the little loli was not familiar with the world, she understood something.

"Cui Jin, take them away!"

Old Master Han also walked out of the carriage.

"Master?"

"Old Han? You…"

Cui Jin and Tang Lao watched Han Song get on his warhorse, holding the iron lance in his hand.

"Old fart, I'll leave Qianxue to you. Don't let the Han family be destroyed! Otherwise, I won't let you off even if I become a ghost!”

Old Master Han didn't waste any more words. After giving his instructions, he turned his horse around and charged towards the rear!

"Sis, Grandpa!"

Han Qianxue was crying and clumsily tried to get off the carriage, but she was held down by Mr. Tang.

He glanced at the group of Turkic cavalry charging at him, tears streaming down his face as he gritted his teeth.

"Cui Jin, let's go!"

What could they do if they stayed?

It would only cause trouble!

"Interesting…"

A look of interest appeared in Ashidewu's eyes, and he didn't put these people in his eyes at all.

"Die!"

Han Ruxue galloped on her horse, holding a silver spear in her hand, and went straight for Ashidewu!

"You want to kill me? You're still too inexperienced! Let me see what kind of face you have under this mask.”Ashidewu sneered and charged forward with his silver boring tool.

Yue Da and Old Master Han arrived soon after and also fought with Ashiduwu!

Even with the strength of the three of them, they were evenly matched!

The situation was extremely chaotic. It was as if everyone had fallen into a chaotic battle!

At this moment, if anyone was still on the small hill, they would be able to see a group of 20 to 30 white-horse cavalrymen…

He quickly approached!

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