Just when the old man brought two mules and handed them over to Guo Yang and Anu, there was a sudden muffled sound of "boom" in the distance, and the earth trembled slightly.

It was the sound of horses' hooves galloping, and, listening to the formation, at least twenty or thirty horses were running at full speed.

Guo Yang and Anu held the reins of the mule, glanced at each other, and looked at the old man.

The old man's face changed sharply when he heard the sound of galloping horses' hooves, and he hurried up to a slightly higher earthen platform and glanced northeast.

"The Bagan are here!" The old man's voice was terrified, but he maintained his basic composure.

The old people, women, and children gathered in front of the old man's tent panicked and ran back to the tent to take out all kinds of rudimentary and badly damaged weapons.

They hurried to the old man's side and looked nervously to the northeast. Naren Toya's face was also full of horror, and she wrapped the sheepskin robe on her body tightly, and her fingers touched the knife close to her body, and her mind calmed down a little.

Guo Yang and Anu had no choice but to lead the mules and come over and stand near those Tengger people.

With their strength, as long as they don't run into those cultivators, they can deal with twenty or thirty steppe cavalry or bandits. They can also walk away completely, anyway, the life or death of these people has nothing to do with them, the world is very chaotic, people are dying every day, and they can't save them.

But since he ate other people's mutton, and promised the old man to go looking for his people, he was naturally embarrassed to stand by when he encountered such a thing. However, they still kept a little distance from the Tengger people, and they wanted to see what these Tengger people would do when they faced the strong.

The rumbling sound of horses' hooves soon reached a mile or two away, and those Bagan people held sheep fat torches in their hands, crouched on their horses, screamed strangely, and whipped their horses, and at first glance they were flying steppe jackals.

In the blink of an eye, the Bagan people rushed to the tent of the Tengger people, and nearly thirty horses snorted and let out a slight neigh, and when they heard it, they were good horses, and they were not even panting for breath when they came from such a long run.

Anu loves horses and studies them no less than these steppe people. When he saw the twenty or thirty horses that were abnormal, his eyes lit up.

Guo Yang also half-squinted, glanced at the people on the back of the horses, his eyes fell on the horses, and nodded slightly.

The Bagen people surrounded the Tengger people and Guo Yanganu, and shone forward with torches, laughing strangely.

"Harinaohai guessed really well, these dead dogs in Tengger are indeed hiding here, tsk, fuck, what the hell ran out of the Ananda River, look at how smart these girls are!" A hideous-looking man laughed, and with a whip of the horn, he knocked out the old woman closest to him.

The noose and whip of the steppe people are as nimble as their own ten fingers. With that whip, a crack opened in the sheepskin robe of the old woman Tengger, and it was evident that her strength was astonishing.

However, the old woman of Tengger, who had been whipped, did not roll on the ground because of the severe pain, but turned pale and slowly got up without saying a word.

The Bagen man was stunned for a moment, and then he smiled and was about to throw another whip, wanting to whip the stubborn old beast in front of him into two pieces.

The other Bargan shouted something, and the man put away his whip and, like a hyena, swept his eyes over the young women.

The Tengger people squeezed so tightly that the old man and the woman hung their heads, but held the children tightly in their arms.

The old man Tengger, who had drunk wine with Guo Yanganu, slowly walked out of the crowd and greeted those Bagen people with the gift of the grassland: "Heroic knights of the Bagen people, I am the old patriarch of the Tengger people, Jida, please ask your honorable young patriarch Hazhnaohai on my behalf!" ”

The patriarch of Jeddah is neither humble nor arrogant, even in the face of these enemies with ill intentions like jackals, he is still very graceful, and Guo Yang and Anu who are not far away nod secretly.

"You're Jeddah? Hehe, our young patriarch Hazhnaohai greets all the women of your family, hahaha. The man laughed impudently, his legs clamped, and the horse under his crotch neighed, and the kick turned in place.

The old patriarch of Jeddah didn't seem to see the superb horsemanship flaunted by the Bagan people, but he still kept his gentleness and said: "Thank you young patriarch, it's just a pity that I, Jeddah, have suffered a hard life, and my five wives, twenty daughters, and three sons have all been beheaded. ”

"You!" When the Bagen people heard this, they laughed instead of being angry, and the "horn" whipped the old patriarch Gilda in the face.

A finger-wide gash was drawn out of Gilda's old face, and blood poured out, staining a large area of his sheepskin robe red in an instant.

However, the old man remained calm and gentle, and did not care about the wound on his face, but took a step forward and said: "The whip of the steppe people is used to whip jackals, not people, and you go back and tell you the young Hazhnaohai patriarch that the Tengger people are willing to submit to you and be his most useless vassals." ”

"Just you? Ha ha. The people of Bargan laughed wildly, as if they had heard the most ridiculous thing in the world, "A pack of dead dogs, even a large pack, is not worth a wolf on the prairie." ”

"Old thing, let me tell you the truth, we were ordered by the Patriarch of Harinaohai to come here to take your dog's life!" As he spoke, a Bargan man rode forward, and the spear in his hand stabbed down on the back of the chest of the old patriarch of Jeddah.

The old patriarch Gilda turned suddenly, avoided the fatal blow, grabbed the wooden pole of the spear, and pulled it hard, and the Bagan man was pulled off his horse in the air, rolled awkwardly on the ground a few times, and crawled up with a chirp.

"Old thing, Lao Tzu killed you!" The man of Nabagan inadvertently suffered a great loss, and when he felt his face heat up, he drew a bronze dagger in anger and swooped down on it with a roar.

The old patriarch Gilda's gentle expression was gone, replaced by coldness and indifference, and his two cloudy eyes stared at the Nabagan who rushed at him.

The Bagan man looked fierce, and his two badly deformed legs looked funny when he ran, but the short sword in his hand was very deadly.

The two steppe people slammed into each other and immediately separated.

The old patriarch Gilda stood there steadily, sneering slightly, but the Bagan man was a little uncomfortable, stumbled back seven or eight steps, sat down on the ground, and touched his stomach with great difficulty, but grabbed a handful of hot and sticky blood.

Somehow, the short sword of the Bagan man plunged into his stomach so hard that half of the hilt was poked in.

Guo Yang and Anu looked carefully, it turned out that the short sword of the Bagen people had just touched the body of the old patriarch Jida, and the old Jida's body was slightly twisted, avoiding a stab, and then grabbed the wrist of the Bagen people, and very skillfully turned the bronze short sword in a direction and plunged it directly into the stomach of the Bagen people.

This is a very clever martial art, I can't imagine that an old patriarch in the depths of the grassland, on the surface, looks harmless to humans and animals, but he will not tolerate mercy when he moves, and he is indeed a ruthless character.

Guo Yang and Anu glanced at each other, both a little confused.

The Bagan struggled for a few moments, and then he was finally dead.

The other Bagan people were furious when they saw their men being killed, and with gloomy faces, they took out their blades, short swords, spears, and more often wooden javelins used in hunting.

The horse's hooves rattled soundly, and they turned around once or twice in place, and were about to charge.

"Wait!" The old patriarch Gilda suddenly shouted loudly, "Let's have a fair fight, and if I die, even if I lose, you can take these women and children away." ”

"Old thing, who fights you fairly?" A bargan grinned, swooped his horse, and stabbed his spear like a serpent at the woman closest to him.

The woman was frightened, and though she had a javelin in her hand, it was nearly half as short as the spear. Moreover, the other party is on horseback, and even a man in the prime of life can't resist that spear.

Seeing that the spear was about to pierce the woman's chest, the old patriarch Jida threw out the whip in his hand, coiled it in the air, and then rolled the spear and flew it out.

Baganren's face was shocked, and when he looked down, his hands were dripping with blood, and his two arms were sore and painful, and he couldn't make any effort.

"We Tengger people and you Bagen people have always been well water and do not interfere with river water, why do you still press each other so closely?" Old Patriarch Gilda said loudly.

"Old dog, let me tell you the truth, it is not our Hazhnaohai patriarch who wants to kill you, but Agoura in the distance. Haha, you can die in peace! A Bargan said.

"Where did you get all our young people?" Old Patriarch Gida asked suddenly.

"You mean the dogs? It was the greeting gift that Agoura had given to our Hazhnahai Patriarch. Don't worry, such good slaves, our patriarch is still reluctant to kill them. A Bargan man said with a sinister smile.

However, even if the Bagan people obviously had the upper hand, they were still quite afraid of the old patriarch Gilda, and for a while, no one took the initiative to provoke this skinny old wolf, but slowly aimed their eyes and blades at those women and children.

When the old patriarch Gilda heard that the young people had been captured by the Bagan people, his expression was gloomy, and he slowly pulled out a knife, a bright knife.

Seeing the knife, all the Bagan people stopped and looked at the old patriarch Jida and the knife in his hand in unison.

The knife, the bright knife, the knife that can only be made by the legendary meteorite from the sky, immediately suppressed those Bagan people.

However, they gradually regained their initial shock, and a flame of greed burned in the depths of their eyes.

The Bagan began to breathe heavily, turned their horses' heads, abandoned the lambs to the slaughter, and surrounded the old tenger patriarch Gilda, the silent old wolf.

And the most shocked people were Guo Yang and Anu.

Because, not only do they know this knife, but also the two of them made it themselves.