"Hey, second brother, what you said is true, wait, look, there is a military flag, look at what is written?" Brother Bandit shouted as he pointed to the banner fluttering in the wind.

"Flags?" Mian Wusheng looked in the direction pointed by the bandit brother, and saw that under the light of the torches, more than a dozen flags were fluttering in the wind, and several different characters were written on the flags, including Zhao characters, Qin characters, Yan characters, etc., and the words of the Seven Kingdoms were all there, but the words were different, and it was the same word written on them.

Seeing the words on it clearly, Mian Wusheng suddenly said with a look of surprise: "Big brother, it's the banner of the word Mo, it's the Mo army, big brother, it's really the Mo army, I said that the Mo army will come, isn't it coming now." ”

With the shouting of the face of Wusheng, the surrounding horse bandits also heard it, and they all expressed the joy of the rest of their lives, but those pseudo-Huns heard the Mo army, and their faces turned even paler.

A pseudo-Xiongnu junior officer cautiously approached the bandit brother and whispered: "This brother, those are really the Mo army, not the Huns, or the armies of the rest of the Central Plains countries?" ”

Brother bandit, like the rest of the bandits, was waving his hand to greet the Mo army opposite, and saw a pseudo-Hun come up to ask, the bandit brother glanced at it, and found that he still recognized this pseudo-Huns, this guy was very fierce when he killed the Huns at the beginning, as if he had a grudge against his father, the knife was deadly, and there was no room at all, which made the bandit brother very appreciative, with a smile, pointing to the military flag waving in the wind and laughing: "It's the Mo army, it won't be wrong, there are not words on the military flag"

Brother Bandit was very excited to introduce the words on it that he didn't know at all, and as for the Mo Jun on the other side, he still had a murderous expression, as if he hadn't noticed.

The little officer of the pseudo-Huns, who was trembling and trembling, was actually frightened, and sat directly on the ground, his face was pale, and he kept chanting: "It's over, it's over, it's those murderous maniacs who are here, we're all finished this time, I said I didn't have to fight those people's ideas, the general just didn't listen, now it's okay, people are killed, these are all over." ”

The pseudo-Hun who couldn't help but be afraid, because since the Mo army appeared on the grassland, every battle has never been defeated, very powerful, maybe not much different from the army of their royal court, and extremely bloodthirsty, the tribes they are targeting are all ruined and killed, and the lucky ones are also taken prisoner, of course, let them be scared like this, the most important thing is that they just went to ambush the leader of the other party not long ago, and now the other party's army has been killed, so there is still their life? What made them even more devastated was that they had just broken with the Huns and finally escaped, but they escaped from the wolf's den and entered the tiger's mouth! They are like lambs between a wolf and a tiger, so desolate.

"Brother, to tell you the truth, we are not Dolhachi's subordinates, my name is Brother Bandit, seeing that you did well just now, we will not embarrass you, how can we say that we have killed the Huns together!" Brother Bandit said with a smug face.

"Sure enough, no wonder I said how I got involved with the Huns in a daze, I really admire it." The pseudo-Hun man smiled bitterly.

"How? Don't regret killing the Huns? Brother bandit was also proud, and he was quite proud of this Huns who could make Dorhachi's subordinates join forces with him without wasting any effort, and he was still quite proud of this.

"I've been very unhappy with those Hun dogs for a long time, it's just big brother, it's useless to say these things now, the Mo army is here, and we are dead." The pseudo-Hun man shook his head, with a bitter face, do you regret it? He really regretted it, of course, not regretting killing the Huns, but regretting the timing of the move, if it was faster, they should have escaped earlier, it really didn't work, it was okay to be late! At least wait until the silent army is repulsed! That would at least have a chance to save his life.