Xiongnu camp, dozens of Xiongnu tribal patriarchs gathered together, although they found out the movement of the Mo army early in the morning, they also sent people to dispatch troops, during this time from time to time there were tribal warriors to come, the number also reached as many as 50,000, and the Mo army did not know what reason did not attack them, but they are still very uneasy, especially in the past few days, the Mo army camp is more heavily guarded, and the warriors sent out to investigate are all gone and have not returned, so that they feel the eve of the storm.

Just when these patriarchs were frowning, a Hun soldier quickly ran into the camp tent and said loudly: "Patriarchs, there is an urgent military report, and our scouts are back." ”

"What? Got a warrior back? Quick, let him in. ”

This news undoubtedly made these hard-working Hun patriarchs tremble, how many scouts have been sent to spy on the situation of the Central Plains people in the past few days, but none of them have returned, and now someone has finally come back alive, which means that they may get some information from the Central Plains people, otherwise they will not come back to them to report.

"Yes." Then the Hun soldiers immediately turned around and ran out, and after a while, a Hun scout was carried into the camp tent by several Hun soldiers, at this time the scout was covered in blood, and one arm was missing, and there was an arrow feather inserted in the chest, and the scout was beside an old man dressed in Zhongyuan Lang with a white beard who was treating the wound of the scout, and the result of bandaging the broken arm was obviously the old man's handiwork, but the wound on the broken arm was easy to bandage, but he did not dare to touch the arrow feather on the chest, for fear of moving, the arrow feather was displaced, so that the Hun scout was killed, and his own life was afraid that it would be difficult to protect.

Those Xiongnu patriarchs immediately surrounded them, and said anxiously: "What is the situation in the Central Plains military camp now?" ”

When the Hun scouts saw so many patriarchs, they searched in the crowd, and finally saw their own patriarch, opened their dry lips, and said weakly: "Clan...... Patriarch, I ...... We found that there was a mutation on the side of the Mo army in the Central Plains, it seems to be a rebellion, cough cough cough cough ......"

"It's okay, slow down, slow down." A Xiongnu tribal patriarch whispered.

The Hun scout coughed a few times, and suddenly seemed to be a nobody, and his language was no longer stammering, and his speech became coherent, but his voice was a little weak, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.

"Patriarch, although I don't understand the words of the Central Plains people very well, but from the words of those Central Plains soldiers, we still know their words, they said, they want to eat, we found out this information, and immediately rushed back, but was discovered by the Central Plains cavalry, those Central Plains cavalry desperately attacked us, as if they were afraid that we would know their situation, and in the end, our subordinates pretended to be dead to have a chance to come back, but the other brothers were ...... By...... The Central Plains people killed. After saying the information, the Hun scout's expression became even more depressed.

"What's going on? Why not take out the arrow feathers and bandage the wound. Seeing that he had finished asking, the patriarch of the Hun tribe pointed to the arrow on the scout's chest and said angrily.

In the words of the scout just now, it was obvious that the Hun scout was the young man of his tribe.

The old man's cold sweat flowed down, and he said in a trembling voice: "Big ...... My lord, this arrow feather can't be moved! The old slave checked for this warrior, and there was only a distance between the lines of the arrows, let alone taking them out, for fear that if they touched it, the arrow feathers might scratch the heart. ”

"Say you can be cured." The patriarch of the Xiongnu tribe had a murderous expression on his face, as if which scout was his own son.

"This ...... There's nothing this old slave can do! The old man couldn't bear it anymore, and knelt directly on the ground with a snap.

"I can't even deal with this little injury, what's the use of you." The patriarch of the Xiongnu tribe suddenly burst out, pinched the neck of the famous Langzhong, and lifted it up directly.

"Rao...... Spare ......"

Lang Zhong desperately tried his best to pull the wrist of the Hun patriarch with both hands, but the hand of the Hun patriarch was like a shackle, pinching his neck tightly, and he couldn't pull it open, so he could only kick his legs helplessly.

"Patriarch Nura, that's enough, Mr. has tried his best, I can't blame him, let go of Mr." A burly Hun man saw that Lang Zhong was about to die, so he scolded him.

The Hun patriarch who pinched Langzhong glanced at the burly man, and when he saw the burly man's cold face, he was shocked, although he was unwilling, he still let go of the hand that pinched Langzhong.

"Smack"

Lang Zhong fell directly to the ground, gasping for breath.

Looking at the Hun scout again, his eyes were already wide open at this time, and he was obviously dead.

The burly Hun man walked up to Lang Zhong, bowed down, helped Lang Zhong up, and looked apologetic, "Sir, I'm really sorry, the Patriarch of Nura is also anxious for his subordinates to be so impulsive, I am here to compensate you." ”

"Don't dare, don't dare, my lord, it's the old slave's incompetence, it's the old slave's fault." Lang Zhong was frightened by the strange behavior of the burly man of the Huns, and hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed.

"Sir, get up, get up, who is right and who is wrong, we all understand, don't worry, I will call the shots for you, let Mr. be frightened, Sir, please go back to the camp to rest, I will order someone to prepare food for Mr., it will be regarded as us to apologize to Mr. Please also ask Mr. to take this matter to heart, and treat his illness and injuries for his son." The burly man of the Huns still looks kind and friendly.

"Yes, yes, the old slave must do his best." Lang Zhong heard the burly man say that he would continue to treat the Huns in the future, and a hanging heart finally let go, bowed and retreated.