The early sun gradually rose, and the morning light came from the sky, diffusing little by little.

The camp of the Heshuot Division, which had been noisy all night, gradually quieted down at this moment, with only wisps of black smoke, climbing up decadently, echoing the changing clouds scattered in the sky.

It's the calm after a night of chaos.

Dressed in military uniform, Anamzar rode a tall horse unique to the grassland, and slowly entered the ruins. After walking a few steps, he rode his horse and stood quietly, looking ahead, in front of the camp of the Heshuo Special Department, the man who was half-kneeling with a knife. Years of experience have made him feel calm when facing such a scene, but today is different, when he sees Pundak, who has long been lifeless in front of the camp, his heart is still as inexplicable as ten years ago, with inexplicable respect.

Pundak was a warrior, as early as ten years ago, when twenty-year-old Anamzar saw this man, he thought so. This Great Khan of the Heshute Department brought the almost extinct Heshute tribe out of the depths of the mountains step by step, and gradually restored the Heshute tribe to its former glory, and led the clansmen to protect the rest of the weak tribes from the bullying of the barbarians.

Such a warrior should take the steppe sons to the south, regain the territory that should belong to them, not the grassland, and pay tribute to the barbarians in the south every year.

Anamzar jumped off his horse, straightened his uniform, put the scimitar in his hand, and then knelt down on one knee, beating his chest and bowing his head. When the grassland warriors on both sides saw it, they knelt down in unison, and beat their chests with their heads bowed in the same way. The horses behind him also neighed loudly at this moment.

"Finish Benzate." Anamzar screamed.

Immediately, a person kneeling beside him hurriedly got up, lowered his head, and put his right hand to his chest: "Great Khan." ”

"Bury Pundaq well, and let him return to the arms of the Prairie Mother." Anamzar got up slowly, and in the early sun, he showed his busy and scarred face.

"Yes." Wan Benza nodded, glanced at Pundak'er, and then at the trembling and weeping Heshute people on both sides, and asked, "Great Khan, what about these people who survived." ”

Anamzar stood up and glanced around at the people of the Heshut tribe who were weeping quietly with their heads buried in their hands.

The night's turmoil left most of the Heshute warriors dead and wounded, leaving only the women who only trembled in their skirts, the old people who had lived most of their lives.

He raised his head, looked at the early sun hiding in the clouds in the sky, and took a deep breath.

At this moment, a woman hiding in the crowd suddenly rushed out, holding a sharp short knife in her hand, and in the sight of everyone, she stabbed at Anamzar.

Anamzar didn't look at the woman, he pulled out the scimitar at random and waved it lightly at the woman's neck. The sharp knife slashed through the woman's white and delicate skin, bringing out a trail of scarlet blood.

The woman's eyes widened, tightly clutching her bloody neck, her mouth kept talking, but she couldn't speak, and it didn't take long for the woman to fall down weakly, her white dress was stained bright red with blood, and the short knife in her hand slipped down softly.

Anamzar wiped the fresh blood from the bend, withdrew the knife, turned and mounted his horse, and walked outside.

"Pass my orders. Men are killed if they have a horsewhip, women are left behind, and the old are killed. If you want to die, satisfy them! ”

The wine of the Heshute Department is strong, and the woman is even stronger.

Wan Benzat glanced at the ignorant woman on the ground, bowed and said, "Yes! ”

Then, with a wave of his hand, he motioned for the warriors on either side to move. And the women who were still crying panicked for a while.

Although it had long been heard that Anamzar, who had united several tribes, was ruthless and had always treated those who did not obey him, no one could remain calm when this happened to them. His relatives will die, his own Aha will also die, and as for himself, he will become a slave of Anamuzar, a slave who is inferior to cattle and sheep.

The women cried loudly, and they grabbed the approaching murderer, crying and pleading. But the men ignored the women's pleas.

Some Dzungar warriors directly pulled a woman by the hair, dragged her out of the crowd, and then picked up the struggling woman, walked into the tent, which was still complete, and played with it. Some warriors did not have this idea, so they grabbed the begging women and slashed their white skin at will, ending their lives. Some warriors irritably kicked away the women who stood in the way, and walked towards the dying men behind them, as if only slaughter could make their hearts feel comfortable.

Anamuzar, who was riding on a big horse, looked back at everything behind him and turned his head expressionlessly.

In the entire Heshute Division, the only one who can interest him is the Pundak who led his people out of the mountains, and only this one person can make him have a fighting spirit. It's a pity that Pundaq died, in the chaos of the night, in the chaos of arrows in the sky, and in the so-called righteousness he guarded.

"Ridiculous people, pathetic people." Anamzar looked at the vast grassland in front of him and laughed at himself.

"Great Khan." Wan Benzat came on horseback and asked Anamzar, "What are we going to do next?" ”

Last night was just a surprise attack, and it was thanks to this surprise attack that their tribes did not suffer great losses.

"Go into the mountains." Anamzar spoke lightly, without a trace of turmoil in his heart.

"Into the mountains?" Wan Benzat looked at Anamzar with a puzzled expression.

In the past few days, they have united several tribes with Anamzar, and several of them have also exterminated several tribes, and most of the remaining tribes of Warat have been united, although it is not as large as that of more than twenty years ago, but it is more or less large. Next, even if he didn't start a war with the Nanhao barbarians, he should take advantage of the strength of the Heshute tribe to continue to pocket the other tribes, how could he choose to enter the mountains at this time.

Anamzar knew what his cronies were thinking, looked in the direction of the south, and explained: "Our movements are very big these days, and we are present in most of the grassland, and it is estimated that the barbarians of Nanhao already know. ”

"Many of the next few tribes are close to the barbarians of the south, just like the Heshute tribe. If we don't stop it in time at this time, I'm afraid that the Nanhao barbarians will unite with those tribes and annihilate the Warat army that we have so hard to unite. And even if we don't continue, the Nanhao barbarians will not let us go, and they will definitely send a large army here. ”

Wan Benzat nodded, what the Great Khan said was not unreasonable, although they can do whatever they want in the grassland now, but in front of the Nanhao barbarians, it is not enough, in other words, their strength is still too weak, even if they integrate the tribes of the entire grassland, they can't compete with the Nanban.

Anamzar retracted his gaze, then looked at the mountain in the distance, and continued: "Our best choice at this time is to enter the mountain. Because the mountains are protected by the steppe mother, the southern barbarians dare not come in. And, in the depths of the mountains, there are those things that the southern barbarians fear, and even more so our best companions. ”

With that, Anamzar kicked lightly with both feet, waved his whip vigorously, and galloped away on his horse. Wanbenzat on the side was stunned for a moment, and followed, ignoring everything that happened in the camp of the Heshute tribe behind him, just like the previous times when he ignored the tribes that had already been exterminated.

As the sun gradually rose, the bright morning light brought warmth to the vast grassland, but it made people shudder.

It is more than ten miles away from the camp of the Heshute Department. At this time, the Luogu Danor, who had been running all night, and Xiang Murmur lay weakly on the soft grassland, letting the whirring wind blow wantonly.

I don't know how long it took, Luo Gu Dan Erer supported his tired body, looked in the direction of the camp of the Heshuo Special Department, and cried with a sad face: "Aha, I want to go back." ”

Xiang Omur turned over, looked up at the white clouds in the sky, and clutched the grass tightly with both hands: "I also want to go back, I want to kill that bastard of Anamzar." ”

Then he sighed and continued: "But just the two of us, what's the use of going back, is it for nothing? ”

He slammed the ground, a tear running through his eyes. Last night's escape made him feel ashamed as a warrior of the Heshute Division, as Luo Gu Dan'er said, the warrior should die on the grassland, not like the two of them, like the decadent old wolf, holding their heads and running for their lives. But when they went back, they faced the army of Anamzar, and with the strength of the two of them, it was equivalent to sending them to death. For now, I can only take the parchment handwritten letter given by the Great Khan of Pundaq and send it to the monarch of Nanhao, let Nanhao ride into the grassland, kill Anamzar and others, and avenge the dead warriors of their and Shuote tribes.

"Aha, this is for you." Luo Gu Dan Err handed the sheepskin scroll pinned to his waist in front of Xiang Omur, and his face was solemn: "Ahha, you send this to the southern barbarians, and I will go back to avenge Ah Wu and the Great Khan." ”

Xiang Emul was stunned for a moment, got up quickly, reached out and patted Luo Gu Dan Er's head, gritted his teeth and said, "What do you mean by this!" Let me be a deserter alone, and then you will be a hero, you are the new Great Khan of the Heshute Ministry, if you die, what face do I have to meet the Great Khan of Pundakles! ”

Luo Gu Dan Er'er rubbed his head in pain, took back the parchment roll, and said, "Then Aha, let's go back together and avenge the Great Khan!" ”

"Go back?" Xiang Emul lowered his head, looked at the parchment scroll around the waist of Luo Gu Danor, and then said: "We can't go back, if we go back, we will be sent to death." ”

"Then what do you say!" Luo Gu Dan Er'er cried with a sad face.

"Send the handwritten letter of the Great Khan of Pundaq to the hands of the King of Nanhao, complete the order of the Great Khan, and then we will come back and seek revenge on Anamzar." Xiang'e Mur raised his head and looked at the looming city in the distance.

This is the only way they can go, even if they don't want to.

Only Nan Haoguo can avenge the countless souls who died in them and the Shuote Department!