This rain of arrows alone sent the entire Mongolian army to one of the ten pavilions. Five hundred people, it's gone, and the distressed liver of the fire sieve is trembling.

Qin crossbow, why is there a Qin crossbow here?! Damn Tucson, who the hell is he dealing with?

The first time he began to think about it, he sensed that he might be being used by the Right Khan. It's also that he himself is too careless, and he doesn't pay attention to it when he only hears that he is a southerner. Now it seems that not to mention the great Ming Qincha named Su Mo, the general who commanded the Ming army in the valley alone is by no means a simple person.

The fire sieve raised his hand to stop the commanders from asking for battle, and turned to whisper a few words to the guards beside him.

The guard was slightly stunned, then nodded angrily, stroked his chest and saluted. The war horse Po Lala rushed to the place outside the mouth of the valley, listening to the cheers of the earthquake in the valley, and immediately the knight's face flashed with anger and grievance, and said loudly: "The general in the valley listens to the truth, a certain Great Khan asks you, do you dare to report your surname?"

There was a sudden silence up and down the mountain, and then it gradually calmed down, and the birds were silent.

On the top of the mountain, the fat man frowned, squinted at the Mongolian army formation at the bottom of the mountain, and asked Su Mo in a low voice: "Young master, what does this bird Khan mean?"

Su Mo was teasing Tululetu who was shot by Qin's crossbow just now, and his mouth was slightly open in shock. Hearing this, he turned his head and said with a laugh: "What do you mean? It's nothing more than unwillingness, and I can't figure out the details of our details, and I just want to test it." It doesn't matter, let Meng simply say that he always has to do a job, and he can't hide it after all. ”

The fat man nodded, turned around and shouted into the valley: "Lao Meng, our young master said it, let these Tartars die and understand." ”

A low laugh rang out from up and down the mountain. In the valley, Meng Jian made a loud promise, but on the top of the mountain, Tululetu glared angrily at the fat man.

The fat man turned his head and happened to meet the gaze of Tu Lu Letu, and he couldn't help but shudder, and suddenly realized that he had fired the map cannon just now, and even the master was scolded together, and he couldn't help but be embarrassed and frightened. Hurriedly put on a big smile and said, "Grandma, Xiaopang didn't say anything about you, you give them naturally different." Hey, hey, hey. ”

Turuletu snorted, turned his head and gave him the back of his head. The fat man is embarrassed, and he looked at Su Mo for help. Su Mo shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands to express helplessness.

The fat man was depressed. This Nima offended the future young grandmother, which was a hundred times more serious than offending the young master. How can we make this little ancestor turn his anger into joy?

Not to mention the bitterness of the fat man on the mountain, down the mountain, Meng Jian got Su Mo's acquiescence, and immediately replied loudly: "Some, the retainers under the command of Su Gongzi, the deputy envoy of the Ming Dynasty, Meng Jian is also." Thou mayest reply to the khan of your family, and dare to rush against my lord, but you can wash your neck, and sooner or later Meng Jian will go and cut off his head!

After that, he raised his hand and took the big bow from the side, stretched the string and took the arrow, and it was already an arrow. The arrow was as fast as a meteor and as fast as lightning, and before the Mongolian knight outside the valley could react, it had already landed three paces in front of his horse. It thrust into the ground with a thud, and the end of the arrow buzzed and trembled.

The Mongolian knight's face changed greatly, and he stepped on it, and his war horse took a few steps back. Looking up at the valley again, his face was uncertain.

After thinking about it, he finally gritted his teeth, and shouted again: "Dare to ask General Meng, but the Qin crossbow is used in the right way?" But I don't know if General Meng and the owner of Ningxia Mengzhuang have ever met?"

In the valley, Meng Jian showed a proud smile on her face, and said proudly: "The owner of Meng Zhuang is commensurate with my son's uncle and nephew, and Jian is not talented, so he is the manager of Mengjiazhuang." ”

The Mongolian knight outside gasped and finally understood. First, he respectfully saluted Gu Nei Haruka, and then he wiped the cold sweat on his head with palpitations, turned around and galloped away.

When he returned to his main formation, the fire sieve had already heard it clearly. He waved his hand to pull him back, but his eyes flickered at the mouth of the valley, and his face was a little cloudy.

Mengjiazhuang, it's really them. As the master of the grassland, one of the biggest forces, how could the fire sieve not know about the existence of the Meng family? It's just that he really didn't expect that the Meng family would be able to have anything to do with Su Mo, the deputy envoy of the Great Ming Dynasty. and also escorted all the way here, as if he was a retainer of Su Mo's family.

That's a bit tricky. If he leaves like this, I am afraid that if it spreads, no one will think that he is the one who sifted the fire to give the Meng family face, but only that he is afraid of the Meng family;

But if you don't give up and continue to fight, to be honest, the fire sieve is really so jealous of the Meng family. After all, Daqin's prestige is not something that is said, but something that is actually made. For no reason, the fire sieve didn't want to provoke such a strong enemy for himself.

How good would it be if Fang Cai didn't ask? The fire sieve suddenly wanted to shake his mouth, this Nima has a cheap mouth. I asked to understand, but I asked to understand, which made me even more embarrassed.

After thinking about it, he finally gritted his teeth and showed a resolute look on his face. Although the Meng family is a strong enemy, he is the real master of the grassland. If we leave today and spread any rumors that we are cowardly and afraid of the enemy, what will we do in the future? I am afraid that if we try to achieve it again, we will inevitably achieve half the result.

Therefore, in the present situation, we must not retreat! No matter what happens in the future, we can only fight to the death today!

He is a hero, and once he makes up his mind at this moment, he will not hesitate again. waved his hand and ordered to attack, but this time, he was no longer tempting, and pressed five hundred-man teams at once, combining all the big shields that could be collected to resist the sharpness of Qin's crossbow.

This time it really made the situation much better.

Then another 500 men dismounted, each with a small shield and a short blade, and the ants attached to the ants on both sides of the hillside, and went straight to the top of the mountain to kill.

Up and down the mountain, all of a sudden all moved. The drums shook the sky, the trumpets rang for a long time, and the arrows on both sides were like flying locusts and rain. The flames of war, completely ignited, began to heat up.

Su Mo sighed lightly, the fire sieve was really determined, and it seemed that it couldn't be delayed. The only way to do this is to fight to the death. There is only a desperate fight, and maybe you can still survive in the death. It really doesn't work, and that's the only last resort. I hope that trick can still work now.

He thought so silently, and turned his head to look at Turuletu, who had always snuggled up to him. After a little hesitation, he changed his face to a smile and said gently: "Mother rabbit, I'm going down with the soldiers." Why don't you go and wait for me? It's too dangerous here, and you're here, so you have to distract me all the time. Ah, I'm not looking down on you, you know, I'm actually ......"

As he spoke, a small and gentle hand came to his lips, blocking out all the words he had said.

"Yes, my man, I understand. You can go and fight. Kill and rob and bring back their cattle and sheep to fill our flock, take back their women so that they may breed more children for you, and take back their young and let them herd cattle and horses for us. Go for it, my man. I swear to the Immortal Heaven that if you die in battle, I will avenge you. I will sacrifice thee with the head of my enemies, and then I will stain thy wedding robe with my own blood, and follow in thy footsteps, I swear!"

Su Mo watched and listened dumbfounded, and saw that the little girl was saying the oath with an almost pilgrimage look,* as if chanting, and suddenly didn't know what to say.

What does this Nima mean? I will go to encourage my men to burn, kill and loot, and then I will show my heart and unswerving determination to my man.

It's good to be unswerving. But can we stop saying it so evilly? It's too unlucky. Why am I going to die, you want to avenge me? Why don't we die? How good would it be for us to let our opponent die?

Well, this Mongolian woman is good anywhere, but this is not good. Su Mo was also drunk, and awkwardly accompanied Tululetu* to fulfill the oath, watching her bite her index finger, wipe the blood on her forehead, and rub it on him, then she hugged him decisively, and then strode back.

Raised his hand to wipe his forehead, took it down and looked at the faint blood stains on his hand, Su Mo couldn't help but smile helplessly and shook his head. Turning his head to look at the fat man who was holding back his laughter and was holding back his face with a flushed face, he couldn't help but say angrily: "If you want to laugh, laugh, I can't hold you to death." By the way, you can interrogate clearly? How to deal with it? Even if we die, we must die to understand it. ”

When the fat man heard him ask about business, his face immediately turned pale and he stopped playing. He said in a deep voice: "Young master, you really didn't expect it wrong, there is really something going on behind this." ”

Su Mo squinted at him and pouted, does this need to be said, what is the identity of the young master, the reincarnation of the fairy child, should you say it is fake.

The fat man continued: "It's not just the Mongols, but also the shadow of the Ming Dynasty. According to what the man said, all the King of the Right Horde promised him was some gold and silver goods, but what really moved him was a letter from the King of the Right Horde. The letter said that everything had been prepared for you, and even if you completed this mission, you would never be able to escape death when you returned. And after you died, the king of the Right Tent promised him that he would say something to that man for him, and ask that man to ask the Ming Emperor for a decree and make him a nobleman. On the Mongolian side, the Right Khan will also ask Dayan Khan to give him the title of prince as well. Young master, you understand, what kind of bullshit aristocratic title is that guy, completely stunned......"

Su Mo listened quietly, his face thoughtful. Hearing the last wave of his hand, he interrupted: "But ask out, who is Da Ming over there?"

The fat man shook his head, nodded again, and said, "Yes, but he doesn't know." The king of the right horde showed him only a part of the letter, but did not see the payment. However, the words of the Right Tent Khan revealed that that person was definitely a big man, and his status in the Ming Dynasty was extremely high, which could be described as under one person and above tens of thousands of people. I wondered, I'm afraid it's not the one?" he said, gesturing his hand.

Su Mo was noncommittal, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light flashed. Of course he understood what the fat man was referring to, but for some reason, he always felt that something seemed wrong. But think about it, besides that person, who other opponent can have that much energy?

If it's really him, hum, he doesn't care what the other party's identity is, but as long as he wants him to die, he will attack first, and kill the other party first!

There was a shout of killing in front of him, and Olisses and other Thress warriors had already caught fire with the enemy. Even the white figure of Tangyuan also appeared from time to time, and angry roars sounded from time to time.

Su Mo shook his head, leaving it all behind. No matter who you are, now is not the time to care, and let's get past the current hurdle first. As for the king of the Right Horde, he had already made up his mind. When he left, he couldn't help it, but he didn't know his methods, how could ordinary people expect them?

It's just that in order to deal with the current situation, he didn't dare to move that move easily, in order to deal with the matter in front of him. As long as he copes with the past level, he will collect all the accounts that should be collected one by one.

Collect what should be collected, and ask what should be begged. The blood debt will be paid with blood!