The sound of fierce fighting at the head of the city could be heard for ten miles.

Hu Lian, a tall and sturdy Xianbei tribe lord, rode leisurely on his horse, watching the Xianbei warriors rising and falling from the city, without a trace of emotion, as if those were not his sons. In such a snowy day, Helian was bare with a plush thick arm, smiling at the figure of Qianqian in the position of several horses around him, and said proudly: "Ade, this little cloud city, I will take it down today and give it to the most beautiful girl on our grassland!" ”

glanced at the squinting Helian, but the woman named Adei only snorted coldly and pulled down the golden eagle mask on her head to prevent people from seeing her so beautiful and delicate again.

Ah Dai is the daughter of Ke Zi, an adult in the middle of Xianbei, her beauty is known to everyone on the prairie, and her martial arts are not inferior to any Xianbei warrior. And the most important point is that Ke is one of the ten warriors of the easy-going Abba Tanshi Huai family in the early years, not the most popular one, but the most prosperous one in the current army and horses.

In public and private, and even have the need to covet Adele. But Adele has a vow that she will only marry the heroes who surrender to the savannah.

The implication is that Helian, who is the first tribe of the grassland, is not good enough.

"It's a pity that the Han general's flying general is gone, or Brother Lian will justifiably become the number one hero of our prairie." Not far behind Ade, a clever young man said in a strange voice. The Xianbei people have not established the law, and although Helian is a tribal adult, his subordinates still call him directly by his name, and they do not shy away from it.

Lu Bu, the commander of the state pilot, used to be a nightmare for the Saiwaihu people. He Lian has never seen Lu Bu, Gui Tehu has not seen it, and Ah Dai has not seen it, but this does not prevent Lu Bu from becoming a god in the hearts of the people of the grassland, even if the Hu people who have seen Lu Bu are already dead.

"Gui Tehu, it's the Han people's flying generals who are back, and they don't dare to come out of the city like the same!" A sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy beside Helian raised his head and said angrily. He is Helian's nephew, his father died early, but he is only a few years younger than Helian, which is the age of vitality. 3 When he spoke, he couldn't stop looking at the slender and slender figure, if Adai married his uncle and Lian, his uncle would belong to him after his death, if he married Gui Tehu, hum!

"That's that, the boss is right. Adeite, I think you still have Brother Helian, anyway, Brother Helian is the first hero of the prairie, and it is the same whether he kills the Han general. Gui Tehu seemed to know how to see the wind and steer the rudder, so he immediately changed his tone to persuade Adele, but this persuasion made He Lian's face blue.

Gui Tehu is the son of the left lord Geluoluo, and Geluoluo did not come to respond to Helian's call this time under the pretext of illness, but let his lawless son come, and he doesn't know what his idea is. Speaking of which, Gui Tehu is also one of Ade's admirers, this kid is not very capable, not tall, in addition to good riding skills, even the strength is very poor, just a belly of ghost ideas, usually there is always a way to let the cold Adele say a few words to him, not like to ignore and even so completely.

Several old people watched the young people fighting, but they didn't speak, as if this was a very common thing, indifferently looking at the Xianbei Erlang who kept jumping and falling at the head of the city, and the resistance of the Han people in the city was a lot sparse.

Surprisingly, Ah Dai didn't even look at Gui Tehu at this time, but swept her eyes to Helian's side, and landed on the naked half-arm manu, under the golden eagle mask, no one could see what kind of expression she was.

This is a sturdy young man in his twenties, combing the two long braids of the Wuhuan people, and not wearing a hat, his head is already covered with snowflakes, but his two eyes are indifferently looking in the direction of the city.

"Hey, child, I heard that you had a fight with the Han people, how do you feel?" Following Ade's gaze, Gui Tehu grinned.

The slave named Wuhuan Manu didn't even look at him.

"Brother Helian, this Wuhuan bastard of yours is getting more and more unruly, do you want to return to Tehu to discipline you?" Seeing that Wuhuan Manu ignored himself, Gui Tehu was furious, but he still greeted He Lian affectionately.

"Brother Gui Tehu, you don't know, this man slave of my uncle, what kind of rules to talk to what kind of people, well, childish slave?" Before He Lian could speak, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old Xianbei boy beside him explained with a smile, and at the end he didn't forget to ask the Wuhuan Manu for verification, but Gui Tehu was a generation shorter in his mouth.

"Yes, Young Master Fu Luo Han." The Wuhuan Manu replied with a stiff brow in a blunt humble voice, and after a while, he raised his head again and looked in the direction of the city.

Fu Luohan is the nephew of Helian, the younger brother of the head, their father died early, and the age difference between the uncle and nephew is only a few years, and they have been like brothers since childhood.

The Han people at the head of the city are still holding on, and there is no sign of defeat. He Lian had already retracted his smiling face in a series of choking breaths in Guitehu, but it had not changed because his nephew had regained his breath for himself. As a Xianbei tribal adult, he is sometimes a little uncontrollable, but it is not just as simple as an impulsive young man.

……

With an angry shout, Xu Wuyi split the waist of a Xianbei warrior who climbed up into two pieces, but the handle was obviously sluggish, and he knew that the knife had been curled. Another spear drilled over, Xu Wu didn't even look at it, sideways avoided, flanked a clamp, and stabbed the backhand at the face of the Xianbei old man, "whoosh" A string of red and white paste flew up from the old man, Xu Wufei kicked the Xianbei old man down the city, and by the way, knocked back an unlucky guy who was climbing up, and threw the bladed knife together.

The red-dyed general's robe is particularly eye-catching, so that Xu Wu is always surrounded by Xianbei people who can't be killed one after another, but it also makes him keep adding Xianbei souls under his hands all the time, one more to earn one.

Identifying the Xianbei man who had split his three brothers in a row, Xu Wuba grabbed a Xianbei slave who was still fighting and threw it down from the city, and strode towards the brave Xianbei man.

"Howl-"

Behind him, a strange roar in unison, two unbladed scimitars slashed at Xu Wu's back, Xu Wu seemed to have long eyes on his back, and one side flashed sharply to let go of the two knives, and the two iron claw-like hands had already drilled into the throats of the two Xianbei people, and after the sound of "clicking", the two Xianbei people fell softly on the battlements.

"General, take the knife!"

A Han army looked at their general empty-handed, and didn't want to throw the guy in his hand over, but he couldn't avoid the scimitar chasing him, and a long cut was cut from his chest to his lower abdomen, and he gushed out of the water with a "bang", and was immediately trampled to pieces by a stumbling foot, and the person fell down weakly.

The Xianbei man who had won the first merit did not please him, and out of nowhere he got out of a spear and stabbed him gently, giving him a deep chill, and before he could see who sent him on the road, he was already thrown down the city.

Xu Wu didn't look at this side, and the sharp war knife cut through an elegant arc, neatly untying a bare head. The head that flew high in the air finally uttered the words that came to its mouth, but in the spin it could not see whose person had sent it on its way.

The Xianbei warrior who Xu Wuzhi also saw him, and the two copper bells with big eyes were blood-red and blood-red, and they knocked over the two Han soldiers who were entangled with him, and chased after him like a wolf. He clearly saw his son thrown down like a lamb at the horse club, by the damned Han general.

There seemed to be only Xu Wu in the whole city, his skillful knife skills made him easily sweep away the obstacles to advance, and the Xianbei people who came out of the way sent him back to the city one after another, if he didn't have to, he would never use a knife to chop the enemy's bones, although the feeling of one or two pieces was wonderful.

The raging wolf in the rush also automatically got a passage, and none of the Han troops came out to stop his advance, and their general would end the life of this Xianbei man with his own hands.

Two tall figures collided together.

"Open!"

A thick and bare arm flew out, and half of the unbladed scimitar was attached, and the blade was cut into two sections, and it was the Han army general who split the knife and the arm holding the knife together.

The fierce wolf still pounced, hugged the Han general with one hand, showed a big red tooth, and pounced on the Han general's neck.

"Die!" Xu Wu shouted angrily, the war knife reversed and stabbed down his own flank, bloody pierced out, stirred fiercely, and immediately crushed the body that was still stuck to his body, and with a backhand pull, he broke the head attached to his shoulder, and took away a piece of the boss's flesh in his mouth, and the bloody neck sound of "swoop" came into Xu Wu's ears, which was his own blood.

In this moment of dizziness, a spear chased in front of Xu Wu's eyes like a shadow, but stopped advancing less than an inch from the tip of his nose, only scraping Xu Wu's face with a burning pain, making him instantly return to clarity.

"Is the party in?" Xu Wu, who breathed a sigh of relief, lost his strength for a while, the hundred people under Dang Jin were the last reserve force of Cloud City, and he finally killed it.

With a "whoosh", the blood-red Dang Jin didn't look at Xu Wu, threw the war knife in his hand, the blade slid past Xu Wu's ears, and a miserable scream pierced a Xianbei man through his chest and fell to the city.

……

Once again, the attack of the Xianbei people was repulsed, and it was noon.

"Boy Li, how many did you cut?" The big black man with a puff of atmosphere hung his legs against the battlements, reached out and swept up a handful of red snow and put it in his mouth, chewed two handfuls and swallowed it into his throat, astringent and a little salty.

"Three, three." The pale young man trembled a little, and he also exhaled heavily, and the war knife that had not passed through a few hands was held tightly in his hand, but there was a strong taste in his voice.

"Not bad, not bad!" The big black man laughed, "When your Uncle Xu went out with General Huangfu for the first time, hehe, don't laugh, Lao Tzu didn't cut it alone, and he peed his pants!" ”

"Hahaha......" The unbridled laughter immediately drove away the chill, and there were a few breathless coughs in between.

Li Xiaozi scratched his scalp embarrassedly, his lower body suddenly tightened, his little face turned red, he threw down his war knife between his legs, and turned around to run towards the city like a wolf.

There was another burst of presumptuous laughter at the head of the city.