"You will be trampled into a meat paste. Come back quickly." Yang Ning yelled. However, Nuomin had already gone far away. Behind him, the eighteen strong guards were also rushing horses and following Nuomin.

"Damn, these people are crazy." Yang Ning murmured. At this time, the army on both sides was already tense. If both sides launched a charge, even if they were to invest ten thousand people in, they would be squeezed into meat by the cavalry of both sides, let alone Nuomin and these a dozen guards.

At this time, Hetu had returned to his own formation. The sword in his hand was raised high. The Duta cavalry behind him had lowered his body, raised his saber, and prepared to charge; while Xinai's army was in a more panic change. The officers of the rear formation were shouting loudly, adjusting the array and turning their heads to fight against the Girat cavalry army rumbling behind him. The archers in the front row of the array had rounded their strong bows. Clusters of arrows shining with cold light pointed straight ahead. The momentum of the war was about to break out, making the whole world seem to have changed color.

At the critical moment, the divine horse of Nuomin's mount played a key role. Nuomin beat the horse frantically, urging the mount to the extreme speed. He turned into a lightning-like white shadow, and rushed into the open area in front of the two armies from left to right. Nuomin's eighteen guards were a little less speed and were thrown away for a distance.

The appearance of Nuomin shocked all the soldiers on both sides. The Duta cavalry camp had a stir from left to right. All the cavalry straightened up and stared at Nuomin who was rushing into the field. They naturally knew that the person on the horse was the goddess in their minds and the Jade Princess on the grassland.

Xin Ai's army camp was surprisingly quiet. They forgot the anxiety and panic in their hearts for a moment. They looked at the strange things that suddenly appeared in front of them in surprise.

Nuomin quickly rushed to the center of the two armies and stopped. Turned his horse's head and faced Xin Ai and the rebel array of thousands of troops. The cold wind flew. Nuomin's white long skirt and long black hair fluttered in the wind.

The quiet rebel cavalry suddenly had a commotion. First, the archers in the front row shouted something loudly, and successively lowered the bows and arrows in their hands. Then, the soldiers in the back row also started to make noise. The entire array seemed to have a terrible "mutation". The commotion continued.

Yang Ning couldn't understand what the rebel soldiers were clamoring. But he also guessed that the soldiers should have recognized Nomin. These soldiers were all the personal guards of Altan and Nomin tribes. Naturally, they recognized their Jasper Princess.

At this moment, Yang Ning's heart was already in his throat. He was afraid that even an archer in the rebels would attack Nuomin. Fortunately, the eighteen guards had arrived. Without hesitation, they quickly lined up in two rows and blocked Nuomin's horse.

Yang Ning's heart was relieved. But immediately he saw the eighteen guards hesitating and dodging to both sides. Nuomin urged the horse to slowly walk in front of the guards. It seemed that Nuomin ordered the eighteen guards to dodge. The guards had to obey.

This Mongolian princess is simply crazy. Even if she is unparalleled on the grassland and has virtue in all directions, who can guarantee that any of these rebels who are loyal to Xin Ai will attack her with such an arrow?

Nuomin urged his horse to slowly walk towards the rebels' array and finally stopped at a distance less than thirty meters from the rebels' array. At this time, as long as any rebel archer shoots an arrow, he will definitely pierce Nuomin's delicate body.

From afar, Yang Ning heard Nuomin's shouts coming with the wind. It seemed that she had begun to persuade the rebel soldiers to surrender. Yang Ning still couldn't understand a word. He couldn't help but feel anxious. He wanted to hit the horse, but he didn't dare. He was different from Nuomin. If a Han man appeared in front of the two armies at this time, it was hard to guarantee that he would not have attracted a bow and arrow and shot into a hedgehog.

As Nuomin shouted, the soldiers in the rebel camp became more and more turbulent. Then, Yang Ning saw Xin Ai waving his arms and pointing the weapon in his hand at Nuomin. He rushed to the front row and shouting something. It seemed that he was ordering the archers to shoot Nuomin.

Yang Ning's heart hangs again. However, after waiting for a while, no archer shot the arrow at Nuomin. Instead, they began to throw the bows and arrows in their hands one after another.

A dramatic scene appeared. As the front row archers threw down the bows and arrows in their hands, the cavalry in the back row also threw away the sabers, spears, shields and horses, drove out of the rebels' array and ran behind Nomine. The rebels' array finally became in chaos.

Xin Ai shouted loudly in anger. However, few of the lower sergeants around him listened to his greetings. More and more people threw down their weapons and rushed out of the array. The entire rebel camp was in chaos.

Xin Ai finally couldn't help it. He avoided the ox-horned bow beside a tall general's saddle, and opened his bow and arrow. He aimed at Nuomin and was about to shoot. The Eighteen Iron Guard hurriedly went forward to block it. But it was too late to see the time.

Yang Ning kept paying attention to Xin Ai's movements. Seeing this, he couldn't help but feel shocked and sweated. Fortunately, the tall general who had been snatched the bow and arrow only hesitated for a moment. He gritted his teeth and pulled out his waist knife. With a "swish", the bow string was broken with a "bang".

Xin Ai was furious. She swung the weapon in her hand and was about to chop the tall general. The tall general was not willing to be killed. He held Xin Ai's sword with a knife and said something angrily. Several other generals around Xin Ai pulled out their weapons and surrounded Xin Ai. Xin Ai shouted loudly with a ferocious expression on his face. He took the knife and chopped around like crazy. Helplessly, two fists could not match four hands. Soon he was kicked off the horse by the tall general. Immediately, several cavalry dismounted and tied up Xin Ai.

The tall general pointed the saber into the sky, and said something like thunder. All the rebels immediately put down their weapons and dismounted to express surrender.

The cavalry in Duta burst out with a shocking cheer. They began to train and disperse their formation under the command of the generals under Hetu. They surrounded the rebels who threw weapons and dismounted. The cavalry of Jirat immediately moved to the right wing and surrounded Hamu's 20,000 troops and Zhao Quan's more than 40,000 Han soldiers.

At this point, the more than 100,000 rebels had completely collapsed. Yang Ning looked at the whiteness among the crowd of horses. He couldn't help but sigh: He rode alone, and in his words, he made all the more than 100,000 armored cavalry dismount and surrender. What a strange and amazing feat. It seems that he still underestimated Nuomin's prestige in his tribe.

In addition to Nomin's personal prestige, the double-team between the Duta cavalry and the Girat cavalry naturally played a crucial role. The main force of the Girat cavalry suddenly appeared from the rear of the rebels. The confidence in the rebels was an absolutely fatal blow. After Nomin's encouragement and surrender, the rebellion, which he thought was almost unsustainable, had such a drastic change in a short time. It is not surprising.

When Yang Ning saw that Nuomin said a few words to Hetu, he led eighteen guards to the Caoqiu where he stood.

Running closer, Nuomin rode alone on the grass hill. Eighteen guards consciously alerted themselves under the grass hill.

"Brother Yang. I'm back." Nuomin smiled and said to Yang Ning. His face was bright, but his voice was a little tired and weak.

"Nuomin. You are too impulsive. You should know that in the situation just now, any rebel archer's hands will be finished. Do you know?" Yang Ning originally wanted to congratulate Nuomin on his great success, but when he spoke, it turned into an angry rebuke. This was the first time that Yang Ning called Nuomin directly.

A meaningful look flashed across Nuomin's face. He was moved, joyful, but not angry. She smiled bitterly and said to Yang Ning: "Brother Yang. In order not to let my tribe receive losses, to prevent my tribe from making huge sacrifices, I have to do this... But fortunately, I succeeded. You should... congratulate me." After that, Nuomin's eyes suddenly closed, and his body immediately shook, and he was about to fall off the horse.

"Nuomin. What's wrong with you?" Yang Ning was shocked and hurriedly rushed forward. Fortunately, he was very close to Nuomin. He held Nuomin's back before he fell off the horse. However, the tentacles were wet and cold.

"You, why are you so wet behind you..." Yang Ning immediately understood as soon as he said that Nuomin was carrying such a huge pressure just now. So much sweat on her back soaked her clothes. Her weakness and concentration were also inevitable mental exhaustion after being too stressed.

"Yang, Yang Ning. I... it's okay. I'm just a little tired. Did you see it... I succeeded. I really succeeded." Nuomin leaned weakly on Yang Ning's shoulder. His voice said softly.

The Eighteen Guards had noticed the movement on the grass hill and wanted to rush up. But they saw Nuomin and Yang Ning standing side by side. Nuomin leaning on Yang Ning's shoulder intimate look. They couldn't help but tie the reins again. They didn't come up. But there were surprise gazes flashing in their eyes.

"You succeeded. I know you succeeded. Stop talking. Let's go back to the army tent. Change your wet clothes down. It's such a cold wind. You'll catch a cold."

As he said that, Yang Ning took off the marten robe he was wearing and wrapped it on Nuomin. Seeing Nuomin's weakness again, he knew that she was in her current state and could not ride a horse at all. He hesitated for a moment. He said, "If you have any advantage, you will not take advantage." Then he gritted his teeth and stretched out his arms to lift Nuomin's delicate body up from her white horse. He gently placed it on his mount.

"Ah. Yang, Yang Ning. What are you going to do?" Nuomin said in surprise. When he was about to struggle, Yang Ning shouted softly in Nuomin's ear: "Don't move around. I'll send you back to the camp. You can't ride a horse now. You won't want your guard to ride a horse and send you back."

"But..." Nuomin's beautiful cheeks immediately turned red, but he didn't know how to reject Yang Ning.

"Don't talk. Let's take a break. It will be here soon." Yang Ning said softly to Nuomin in his arms. There was no doubt in his tone.
Chapter completed!