When a Beiyi scout woke up and saw the tent on fire, he yelled and regretted that he had not discharged the guards. But the nature of the Beiyi people is self-interest, and he pressed the shoulders of others, pressed them to the ground, and was the first to escape from the tent.

Zhang Xiaowu, who was waiting at the entrance of the tent, stepped forward and shot a shot, and then the second scout also rushed out, also by Zhang Xiaowu, but the second person fell backwards and lay in the tent with half of his body, which frightened the other three people in the tent.

The three Beiyi people finally realized that the fire was not an accident, but that someone was ambushing them. Remorseful, they tried to rush out, but the fire in the tent grew bigger and bigger, and the third scout was forced to roll out on the spot. Zhang Xiaowu had long been guarding against this, sneered and smashed it down, directly on this person's body, bang, it was not a sharp gun broken, it should be that person's spine was broken.

The third Beiyi shouted in pain: "Ahhhhh

Listening to the screams of the enemy, Zhang Xiaowu's heart was unusually calm, as if killing was as ordinary as drinking water, which was unimaginable before. He even wondered if human beings were evil in their bones, but peacefully restrained the evil in everyone's hearts.

Zhang Xiaowu quickly squatted on the ground, drew his knife and slaughtered the third Beiyi person, ending his suffering.

At this time, the remaining two Beiyi people suddenly escaped by cutting open the side of the tent, both of them were on fire, and they flapped the flames while desperately escaping. Zhang Xiaowu raised the middle of the spear, and threw the spear out of one of them with all his strength.

With a "whoosh", a Beiyi scout was nailed to the ground by the spear, and the flames and spears on his body pierced through his chest, causing him to struggle half-dead, howling, and after a while, his whole body slid down the barrel of the gun like a sugar gourd.

Zhang Xiaowu didn't care about anything else, and immediately picked up the waist sword of the Beiyi scout on the ground and chased after the other Beiyi man who fled.

The Beiyi man was also on fire on his head, and he fled in a panic while slapping, but he didn't notice the bulge of a tree root under his feet, and he was tripped and fell to the ground in a hurry. Just when the last Beiyi person got up, Zhang Xiaowu had already caught up, and the man was terrified.

Zhang Xiaowu kicked hard with both feet, and the whole person flew up, filling his waist sword with all his strength and slashing downward. The Beiyi man consciously wanted to dodge, turned sideways, and only saw the waist sword slashed into his left shoulder, and the right rib came out, the whole person was cut into two pieces, and the intestines, liver, etc. flowed to the ground in one go, and he screamed and died tragically under the tree.

"Whew-whew-whew-"

Zhang Xiaowu gasped for breath, he clenched his waist sword and trembled, staring bloodthirstily at the two corpses on the ground, without thinking of anything in his mind, he turned around and walked back to the tent.

He watched his surroundings vigilantly, and the five Beiyi were all dead, and no one else approached, so he breathed a sigh of relief. He wiped a handful of cold sweat from his forehead, and found that there was still blood splattered by the enemy on his face, as if it had stuck to his face, and a feeling of exhaustion made him fall to the ground.

After taking a few big breaths again, Zhang Xiaowu smelled the disgusting smell of blood and smoke mixed in the air, even mixed with the smell of leftover dog meat on the campfire. He moved his nose, walked over to the barbecue, and snatched it over.

The Beiyi Khanate is cold all year round, and the dog meat is dry meat, so the Beiyi people like to eat dog meat and are good at making dog meat feasts. Although it was just a bone shelf and there wasn't much dog meat left, the hungry Zhang Xiaowu was still attracted by the taste of dog meat. In the original world, he was not a virgin dog slave, but he never ate dog meat, after all, the family had a dog when he was a child, which made him have some mind about eating dogs.

But at this time, Zhang Xiaowu was cold and hungry, and he didn't need to think about it at all, he directly moved the remaining dog bone rack over and gnawed on the meat on the bones. Perhaps he was too hungry, but he felt that dog meat seemed to be the most delicious thing in the world, and even the dog skin was outrageously delicious.

After eating half full, regaining some strength, he found that his mind was finally able to think, and he turned around to see the corpses of the five Beiyi people who had died in different forms.

"Alas...... Since when have I become so numb? Killing people and being indifferent, I actually sat in a pile of corpses and munched on meat? Zhang Xiaowu suddenly had an inexplicable emotion pouring into his heart, he sat on the grass at a loss, only feeling dizzy and dizzy.

"I have a fever again, and a cold can kill people."

"Why are there so many stars in the sky, is there an earthquake, and why is the ground shaking?"

"My head is fine, it's not hurt, why does it hurt so much?"

"I'm killing again, how many people have I killed? How many people did I kill? The hundredth? The second hundred? I'm so skilled at killing, what's wrong with me? He thumped his aching head, looked at the five corpses on the ground, and muttered to himself, "I'm not from this world, I'm not a soldier of the Holy Han Empire, I'm a citizen of the People's Republic of China, I don't belong here, I don't belong to this world." ”

As he spoke, Zhang Xiaowu only felt a splitting headache, and he couldn't help but grab his head, feeling that his forehead was hot and scary. He guessed that maybe it was because his hands and feet were too warm, so he reluctantly stood up and gasped for air.

If it was in the original world, who would have thought that a small cold would kill someone, and even Zhang Xiaowu had never thought that he would be afraid of a cold before, but now he knows that nothing is impossible.

Zhang Xiaowu's gaze was on a Beiyi scout, a man he had stabbed to death with a single shot, and he was wearing a white cloak.

The cloak is useless except for decoration, Zhang Xiaowu felt chills all over his body, so he walked over and ripped off the cloak and draped it on himself, feeling almost a lot warmer psychologically. He walked over and pulled the spear out of the corpse, but saw that the spear was broken, and threw it aside. Then he sat down next to the campfire, drowsy, and he supported his body with his sword and roasted the campfire, trying to warm himself.

The Wuhuan people used broadswords, giant shields and sharp spears, the Shenghan people used spears and waist knives, the Tatars often used scimitars, and the Beiyi people mainly used five-foot single-edged waist swords. This single-edged waist sword is suitable for fighting alone, so there are many assassins and samurai in Beiyi, and the Beiyi people can't beat the holy Han on the frontal battlefield in history, but there have been assassins who have repeatedly assassinated the holy Han generals, although these assassins were also killed, but they have also become heroes in the hearts of the Beiyi people, and they have been recorded in history by the Beiyi people.

But on the battlefield, the single-edged waist sword of the Beiyi people is very unsuitable, and the embarrassment of being shorter than a spear and longer than a short knife causes them to be unable to provide support to each other, and it is inconvenient to wield it after being close to each other, so they can only resist and cannot attack. The generals of the Holy Han Dynasty ridiculed the Beiyi people for stubbornly sending them to death, but the Beiyi people never changed, but it was also because of the stubbornness of the Beiyi people that their culture had not been completely sinicized for thousands of years.

Zhang Xiaowu searched several dead bodies and other things, and only found two rings, a silver bracelet and four hairpins, all of which were women's jewelry, and there was no need to guess that the Beiyi people had snatched them from the herdsmen. The Northern Tartar Pagoda Mangaotu led Wuhuan into the grassland this time, which was tantamount to luring wolves into the house, and the tribes entered the grassland to make enemies of the Holy Han, but they would plunder to make up for the losses. He searched for a few wheat cakes and a letter, opened the letter with wheat cakes in his mouth, and he couldn't read the Beiyi people's words, so he threw them into the fire.

Zhang Xiaowu sat next to the bonfire and roasted the fire, his body warmed up a lot, and even made him feel like he wanted to sleep. When he was in a daze, a trace of sound sounded around him, Zhang Xiaowu immediately became alert, he immediately rolled to the side and raised his waist sword, but found that it was too late, and a group of people in black had already surrounded him.

The high fever in his body made Zhang Xiaowu's perception and alertness drop a lot, and he didn't find his opponent until he was surrounded, he was about to resist but saw the other party raise his bow and arrow, and a person said: "Don't move, move again and shoot you!" ”

Zhang Xiaowu suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I ...... my own people."

"Boom!"

Zhang Xiaowu was knocked unconscious by a stick.

Several Han army scouts looked at a few dead people on the ground, and Wu Chang frowned and said, "How did the scouts of Beiyi get to the vicinity of Mucheng, and Inuyi is preparing to attack Mucheng?" ”

"Captain Wu, I guess they're lost."

"It's not that you're lost, it's just how these people kill each other?"

"Captain Wu, this person is wearing Beiyi clothes, I don't know what his identity is."

"Send them to the camps for interrogation."