Latobe stood on top of the mountain beam, looking at the brightly lit old camp in the distance, and his heart was full of anger. The place where he stood was the last time Gao Yuan spied on Hutu's old camp, that time, Gao Yuan was chased by Hutu Rangers, if it wasn't for He Lanxiong who sent cows to Gao Yuan, Gao Yuan was afraid that he would be a pile of dry bones now.

"Patriarch!" Nafu's tone was filled with a cry, and standing here from them, he could clearly see that outside the old camp, rows of Donghu people were strung together by ropes, kneeling densely outside, and around them, there were many enemies with guns and knives. As if afraid of the returning Hutu cavalry, the bonfires burned brightly in front of the captives.

Not only Nafu, but all the Hutu cavalry turned red, and at this moment, they seemed to have forgotten the Fufeng man who had trembled and wept under their horses' hooves and scimitars.

"Kill them, kill them all."

"Divide these five horses into corpses!"

The shouts of anger grew louder and louder in the crowd.

Latobe was also angry, because he knew that his family must also be among the kneeling crowd, but as the head of the clan, a veteran of the war, he also knew very well that the opponent must have a good intention in doing so, and they were afraid that they would not be able to see clearly, so they actually lit so many bonfires, did they let themselves see more clearly, and make their anger greater? Needless to say, before these kneeling clansmen, the enemy must have set a trap and are waiting for their moths to put out the fire.

He took a deep breath and said loudly, "The whole army dismounts and rests for half an hour."

Hearing Latobe's words, Nafu looked at Latobe in shock, "Patriarch, our family is being humiliated and suffering, and you actually want us to rest?" At this time, do we have the heart to rest?"

Latobe looked at the young warrior and nodded patiently: "Nafu, don't you really think that the enemy will do this?" If you think about it with your heart, they just want to take advantage of your mentality, before our old camp, Gao Yuan must have laid a trap for us, we have traveled a long distance, people are sleepy, at this time, in addition to letting Gao Yuan's smug trick succeed, what will be the benefit? Do you want to be tied up and humiliated by Gao Yuan with your clansmen?"

Nafo's mouth opened and closed a few times, but no sound came out.

"Nafu, Yan people have a saying, called sharpening knives and not cutting firewood, at this time we need to recover our physical strength, high morale is needed to be supported by physical strength, otherwise, just with courage, can be a blow, but it will inevitably be exhausted, three and decline, in order to rescue the clansmen, what we need most at this time is calm." Latobe Road.

"Patriarch, there are only a hundred people in Gao Yuan, maybe we only need to beat them with one blow." Nafu argued.

Latobe shook his head, "Takafar is treacherous, Nafu, haven't you gotten to know this man again through this battle?" You must remember in the future that when you meet this person, you must be careful and careful. This person has no last resort, he plans and then acts, but I am afraid that as soon as he arrives at Curie Pass, he will start plotting against my Hutu Department, but I am ridiculous that I am unconscious, and I am still fighting the idea of taking Fufeng City, and finally brewing my own bitter fruit, if it is not for my greed, with his little strength, how can I shake my old camp! Let's rest, count the number of people, and after half an hour, launch an attack, let the sons and daughters eat a little and drink a sip of water!"

Tired, Latobe rolled over and dismounted, and sat down on the ground.

After a few moments, Nafu walked over, "Patriarch, there are still one hundred and eighty-two warriors in total!"

"One hundred and eighty-two!" Latobe burst into tears, more than 400 soldiers attacked, plus a group of old men who drove the cart, and now only these 182 people could come back, and Hutubu finally came to the end of the road.

The bonfire of the old camp on the opposite side was blazing, and this open area separated by a distance of four or five miles was silent and silent by the wind, and the half-human deep dry grass was blown by the wind and made a rustling sound. Both sides know that the big war is about to break out.

The movement of nearly 200 cavalry galloping from afar could not hide from the Fufeng soldiers, and Gao Yuan put the entire old battalion in a clear light with all his care, making it clear that he wanted to use the thousands of prisoners of the old battalion to eat the opponent.

Latobe closed his eyes and did not look at the brightly lit fire in the distance, he needed to calm down.

"Patriarch, half an hour has come!" Latobe opened his eyes, only to see that his one hundred and eighty-two horsemen had already turned over and mounted their horses, their bright scimitars in their hands, and all eyes were focused on his face.

Latobe shook his spirits, jumped up from the ground, turned over his horse, and pulled out the knife at his waist, "Sons, this is the first time you have fought for the Zuihou of the Hutu tribe!" His voice was a little choked, "There is not only your family in front of you, but also the glory of the Hutu tribe, fight, go and kill all your enemies."

All the Hutu soldiers also knew that even if this battle was won, the Hutu tribe would no longer have a place to stand, but would have to go to other tribes, and what awaited them would be annexed, and the Hutu would become a piece of history, slowly forgotten in the long river of history.

"Kill!" Nafu hissed and roared, and the first horse rushed down the mountain beam, and more cavalry rushed down after him, and Latobe also had his beard open, holding his scimitar high, and with the galloping cavalry rushing towards the bottom of the mountain beam, a distance of four or five miles, under the full sprint, that is, the time of half a pillar of incense.

The horses roared and smashed the grass all over the ground, and cut a path out of the half-human tall grass, and the old camp became clearer and clearer in their eyes, and they even heard the cries of their people.

Nafu's eyes were green, and his horses were almost ready to fly, and he rushed over, cutting off the skulls of the damned wind man, drying them, and hanging them out of his tent, not enough to vent his anger.

At this moment, he suddenly felt his body fall forward, and immediately the whole person rose into the air, and fell out like a cloud, trapping into a pit! In the air, he clearly saw that the front half of his war horse was planted, and at this time he was raising his head angrily, and his hind hooves were constantly scraping the ground, but he was unable to jump, obviously, the two front hooves of the war horse had been broken, and in such a rapid run, suddenly the two hooves stepped into the air, and the fool also knew the result.

Not only Nafu, but behind him, more cavalry fell from their horses like dumplings, and in front of them, there were not only pits, but also countless trips.

The moment his body hit the ground, Nafu's whole person shrank up, like a ball, rolling rapidly on the ground, eliminating the huge liliang of the impact, and stood up as soon as he stood up, he deserved to be the most outstanding warrior among the young generation of the Hutu people, in such a predicament, he still stood up unscathed, but behind him, the others were not so lucky, fell off the horse, broke their tendons at light, and died on the spot, only a few people can be like him, React correctly between the electric light and flint.

Latobe slammed the war horse, the war horse in the long neighing, the person stood up, when the two hooves landed, Latobe only felt that there seemed to be thousands of thunders in his head at the same time, be careful and careful, and finally still fell into the way of Gao Yuan's child.

The old camp was just a decoy, a bait that made him think that all of Gao Yuan's arrangements were around these prisoners, in fact, Gao Yuan didn't set any traps there at all, he set up an ambush above the midpoint between the mountain beam and the old camp, in this position, his team's horse speed had just reached its peak, and the attack began at this time, at this time, it was too late for him to turn around.

He was saddened to see the warriors who had rushed ahead fall off their horses, moaning and screaming, and the wounded horses neighing.

As Latobe's horse team turned on their backs, not far in front of him, an earth-shattering cry sounded, and between the half-human-high grass, a cyan figure stood up, and in front of these figures was Gao Yuan, who held a knife in both hands.

Torches were lit and thrown, and where the torches fell, piles of greased firewood that had been arranged in advance burst into flames, illuminating both sides.

"Kill!" Gao Yuan's eyes widened angrily, he held the knife in both hands, took a big stride, and rushed forward. Behind him, Yan Haibo strode along, and one hundred and twenty Fufeng soldiers with swords in both hands screamed and followed the footsteps of the two.

The thirty archers of the infantry were divided into two teams, the flanks of the charging infantry, and they ran and fired their bows, and they aimed at the panicked Hutu warriors who had not yet fallen from their horses.

The sound of arrows whistling, and the Donghu people, who had not yet come to their senses, fell off their horses one after another. The infantry was almost without arrows, and after a long period of hard training, he finally paid off, and the arrows he fired accurately avoided the horses that were scurrying all over the ground, and shot the knights who were still on their horses one by one.

"Kill!" Gao Yuan met the first Donghu warrior. That's Nafo.

Holding the knife with both hands, Mount Tai pressed the top, like thunder, Nafu just came back to his senses, the snow bright knife light has reached the top of his head, shouted violently, holding the back of the knife with one hand, when a fire splashed, Nafu's arms shook violently, and he was almost cut to his knees by this knife, and suddenly exerted his strength to hold a support, and opened the opponent's long knife.

Gao Yuan's long knife was almost not stopped after being opened by the opponent, and it was cut obliquely, Nafu swung the knife to meet him, and there was a crisp sound, Gao Yuan's long knife turned in a circle, and Nafu could no longer hold the scimitar in his hand, and under the sharp shock of his wrist, the scimitar had already flown away.

The scimitar is out of his hand, Nafu is bare-handed, his feet are kicked on the ground, his hands are open, and he only pounces into Gao Yuan's arms, the opponent's knife is long, and he only needs to pounce on the circle to start hand-to-hand combat with the opponent.

The opponent reacted quickly, Gao Yuan was also very surprised, but hand-to-hand combat is what he is best at, Nafu's move is tantamount to taking a dead end, not retreating, Gao Yuan instead stepped on a step, just when Nafu's hands just hugged his waist, his body was slightly sideways, the knife was handed over to his left hand, his right hand was stretched out, a circle turned, he strangled Nafu's neck, a loud drink, bent his knees, and hit the softest place above Nafu's lower abdomen, and then the upper body arched slightly, and Nafu was already holding up the whole person, and the waist was upright. A back fall, Nafo was carried over the shoulder, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

Gao Yuan didn't pay any attention to him, but clenched his long knife and strode forward, breaking straight into the Donghu people.

Nafu was hit in the lower abdomen, and his body shrunk into a ball in pain, and he was strangled and fell over the shoulder, and his eyes were full of stars, and even breathing seemed a little difficult, before he could get up, Yan Haibo behind him had already pounced, and when he saw Nafu who was arching his back and bending his knees, and was struggling to get up from the ground, he didn't think about it, and the knife in his hand was already slashed down like lightning.

With a poppy, blood gushed out, and Nafu didn't snort, but he fell to the sky, and the young Hutu general, who had been pinned on by Latobe, died on the battlefield on his real first battlefield.