After Zhou Cang and the others set fire to each other, they thought of going around to the east to join Xu Zhen and the others, and secretly took those Rouran slaves to pat their butts and leave, but who would have thought that these wild captives would react so quickly and their mobility was extremely good, and they had already chased after them in a short time.

Zhang Jiunian saw that these wild captives were not wearing armor, and they were all in poor spirits, as if they had just been dragged out of the tent to fight, and some of them didn't even have time to wear narrow mouthpieces, thinking that they were doing that kind of thing with women in the camp, and were pulled out halfway.

The visibility at night is not high, although the fire is soaring, but the bow and crossbow arrows are inaccurate, and they are wearing Tiance red armor, ordinary Yan Ling arrows can't hurt their muscles and bones at all.

Under the judgment of the situation, Zhang Jiunian put his two fingers in his mouth, blew a horse whistle, twelve brothers gathered over, Zhou Cang dragged the knife all the way away, and the blood was everywhere he passed, and there was no one who joined him, and one of the wild captives was cut off by him, and the red and white things were sprinkled all over the ground, and the warm white vapor was dispersed!

After the thirteen people gathered, there were already corpses and broken arms all over the way, and the brothers were like bloody demons in a group, forming a triangular battle array, with Zhou Cang as the sharp edge, without any shouting, and quickly slaughtered into the village, like a silent killing blade!

Xu Zhen had a headache for a while, the Rouran people were humiliated and couldn't be restrained, so it was just a matter of slaughtering and retaliating by themselves.

And to kill people, this is a small battle formation of thirteen people in a tight and orderly manner, like a rapidly rotating blade windmill, it is simply a combine harvester, and the red armor on the body is all stained with blood and flesh, and Xu Zhen wants to vomit when he sees it!

As the mastermind, he wears the most majestic red armor, and in his hand is a Shenwu sword with broken hair, and he has a life-threatening and amorous flying knife around his waist, all kinds of cool hanging and blowing up the sky, but the hero is useless, walking in the village and trying to pick up a cheap captive, but he didn't meet it, what the hell is the situation!

Caesar's crazy woman is like a gangster who has just been released from prison and entered the free green house, oh, this metaphor is inappropriate, it's like the open ** who has been widowed for many years and met the Ximen official, dry wood and fire, and when he sees a man, he is two knives, it is like a fish in water!

Xu Zhen sighed quietly, what kind of battle is this? Shouldn't I, as the main general, take the lead, establish great prestige, subdue the Rouran warriors, embrace the plump and mature beauty Caesar, and walk to the pinnacle of life?

Murong Xiao, you are a captain anyway, and you are not afraid of the wind and flashing your tongue when you brag, don't you say that these two or three hundred wild captives are the elite of painstaking management? In the end, it's fucking like a pig!

Xu Zhen picked up the knife and left, quite depressed, and finally escaped from a panicked captive next to him, Xu Zhenzhen's head was lifted, just like the old pervert* ghost saw the flower girl, and rushed up with a scream.

However, at this time, a dirty boy who looked like a beggar sprang out from behind the burning tent next to him, and rushed over silently, clenching half of the fence wood with both hands, his elbows sinking, and the jagged spikes in the front of the wood pierced the abdominal cavity of the wild captive!

The little beggar snorted, the wood in his hand suddenly twisted, the wood came out through the abdomen, and the spikes were still hanging on the intestines or other organs, the scimitar that the wild captives were just about to split fell to the ground, the little beggar shook his numb arm, spit on the corpse, muttered two sentences in a low voice, picked up the huge scimitar on the ground, dragged it and ran in the direction of the battlefield, and threw Xu Zhen a disdainful look before leaving.

Xu Zhen's face twitched slightly, the long knife held in mid-air was not embarrassed or embarrassed, and he was so uncomfortable that he wanted to vomit blood, and he actually made a half-sized man look down on him!

But this Rouran person is really a Sui and Tang Sparta, this fourteen or fifteen boy actually uses wood as a horse lance, killing people without blinking, this ruthlessness also makes people's hearts palpitate.

Rouran people have already converged with Zhou Cang and Zhang Jiunian, the thirteen warriors, killing heroes and cherishing heroes, as if they are secretly competing who is more deadly, who kills more, and who rushes ahead!

Caesar had already instructed that the one wearing the red armor was the brother, and the Rouran people would not be the enemy or the enemy, and this time they rushed together, and the remaining dozens of wild captives fled in all directions screaming as if they had seen a ghost, leaving only the huge and ruined camp!

The battle ended, but the Rouran people did not rush to grab the loot, they automatically formed a queue one by one, and there were blood stains on their bodies and faces, Xu Zhen was clean and slippery all over his body except for the previous raid with flying knives, and he felt a little embarrassed.

At this time, the old and weak in the rear also came, and these people were the main force to clean up the spoils of war, almost stripping the wild captives all over their bodies, and they couldn't wait to cut off people's braids and beards to wear sweaters...

The Rouran warrior led by Zhou Cang walked in front of Zhou Cang, but Zhou Cang was half a head taller than him, and the big pu knife still had minced meat hanging on it, and his eyes were staring at the Rouran warrior like a torch.

The warrior bowed his head slightly towards Zhou Cang, and then slapped his chest with a scimitar and shouted, "Elifa! ”

The seventy or eighty Rouran warriors behind him shouted in unison, wave after wave, Zhou Cang cast his gaze at Kaisa suspiciously, the latter explained, Zhou Cang's face was overjoyed, grabbed the arm of the leading warrior, raised it high, and shouted Elifa with the Rouran people, as if he was born to be a Rouran person.

Xu Zhen looked at this group of simple-minded reckless men, covered his forehead and sighed, Elifa is the name of a warrior, and Zhou Cang deserves this name, but he Xu Zhen is the lord, hey!

Everyone made a fuss, but Xu Zhen retreated to the edge of the fire, watching all this silently, to be honest, he enjoyed this feeling very much.

It wasn't until an old man slowly walked out of the crowd that everyone stopped shouting, and the old man gave instructions one after another in an orderly manner, and everyone packed up their things one after another, and even the tents that were not burned were removed, leaving nothing for the Tuyuhun people.

Zhou Cang got the name of a warrior and mingled with these people, although the language barrier, he still took the initiative to take his brother to clean up with them, and Zhang Jiunian and Kaisa took the old man to the edge of the fire where Xu Zhen was.

"I knew that the master's men and horses were so fierce, so I wouldn't have brought troops to save them in one fell swoop..."Xu Zhen smiled bitterly and teased, the old master smiled slightly, but he pinched the seal of the law and gave Xu Zhen a salute, hoarsely voiced, and thanked him in the still lame Tang language: "If it weren't for Shaolangjun and many heroes sacrificing their lives to save each other, how would we get rid of it, this kindness was recorded for the clansmen, and there was nothing to repay, if you follow Shaolang from now on, before and after the saddle, there is no other word." ”

The elder of the Mo Ya Nai clan, when he was young, he walked thousands of miles and went to Tianzhu to study, just to keep this Rouran bloodline, the world is so big, where else is more suitable for settling down than the Tang Dynasty? If he is led by Xu Zhen, he will live and work in peace and contentment in Datang in the future, and the men will be able to make contributions with their brute strength, and they will not be able to make contributions.

Xu Zhen already had such a will, and his heart was already overjoyed, but he pretended to be embarrassed and frowned, and pretended to muttered to Zhang Jiunian for a long time, and then as if he had made a great determination, he promised the old master: "Even if this is the case, no matter how difficult it is, Xu Zhen will also ensure that the Rouran brothers will have a foothold!" But..."

The old master smiled indifferently, his wise eyes seemed to have seen through Xu Zhen's cunning, and said frankly: "Shaolang has any requirements, but it doesn't matter, the old man should work hard." ”

Xu Zhen smiled at this time, and did not beat around the bush, and said: "The master should understand that the Tang Dynasty is open, accommodating all rivers, and does not refuse to come from other races, but the brothers are too killing, Xu is afraid that he will not be able to suppress them, and at the right time, please ask the old master to help more..."

Mo Ya smiled and pulled Xu Zhen aside, and the two whispered for a while, the latter shrugged his shoulders, making Caesar imagine Xu Zhen's treacherous smile again, and wanted to subconsciously scold the cunning Tang man, but suddenly looked at the back and couldn't scold.

The Rouran people quickly swept the entire camp, gathered all the horses, carried the supplies, and followed Xu Zhen back to the high slope.

Xu Zhen looked back, the camp was in a raging fire, and those fences were erected by the Rouran people again, but at the tip of each fence, there was a headless corpse strung together, looking at such a brutal and inhumane scene, Xu Zhenxin was a little uncomfortable, although he was used to seeing life and death, but after all, he had been influenced by the civilized world.

However, he soon came to his senses, because there was something more important that he needed to deal with.

He glanced around, and the Rouran Warrior obviously despised him, but Caesar, who had been at odds with him before, looked at him much softer at this time.

Xu Zhen knows very well that these Rouran people are a double-edged sword, if they are used well, they are naturally invincible, and if they can't control it, it will bring great trouble to Datang.

He took a deep breath and was mentally prepared, and then nodded slightly towards Mo Ya, who raised the snake staff in his hand, and the soft man was silent and listened to the elder's teachings.

Mo Ya's voice is low, the volume is not high, but it has a magic that pierces the eardrum and penetrates people's hearts, Xu Zhen can't understand Turkic dialect, but he can feel the disdain and provocation in the eyes of the Rouran people, they are wolves stained with blood, how can they let Xu Zhen, a clean sheep, rule?

Caesar immediately translated, Xu Zhen's face became more and more indifferent, until the Rouran people beat the blade and used the commotion to vent their dissatisfaction, Xu Zhen stood up proudly, he raised the long sword in his hand, and pointed at the tallest Rouran warrior provocatively!

This Rouran warrior of the Wuluohou clan is named Gao Heshu, and he is the strongest in the clan regardless of horse and foot fighting, and he is the one who sympathizes with the black big man Zhou Cang.

Xu Zhen's behavior undoubtedly made Gao Heshu feel humiliated, and Mo Ya did not stop it, allowing him to come on horseback, but Caesar, who didn't know the inside story, touched the pair of short blades and protected Xu Zhen in front of him, and was moved, Xu Zhen still raised his hand to push Caesar aside, and stood proudly, Gao Heshu strangled the horse's head, and the heat of the horse's nose sprayed directly on Xu Zhen's face, just one step away, the horse's hooves were about to step on Xu Zhen's body, which shows how clever his riding skills are, and he can communicate with the heart of the war horse!

Gao Heshu muttered something, and the Rouran people laughed loudly, but Xu Zhen smiled lightly, turned around and walked to a boulder behind him, pulled out the long knife in his hand, held it upside down with both hands, the tip of the knife was on the boulder, and suddenly stabbed it hard, and the treasure knife was crisp and more than half a foot into the stone!

"Tell them that whoever can pull out this knife in stone, my brother and I will be slaves to him!" Xu Zhense said to Caesar, turned around, and smiled softly at the Rouran people who had suddenly quieted down.

(Note 1: The official positions of Rouran officials include Minister of State, National Teacher, Tong Lifa, Tudoufa, Tong Li, Tudou Deng, Tong Jin, etc.) Tong Lifa, also as a concealed war, has a very high position, is held by the Khan clan, and is in charge of the military power of one side. This official title was later inherited by the Turks. Tudou hair, also known as spitting hair and Tutun hair, is second only to the official position of Tong Lifa, and is held by the Rouran royal family. Here Elifa is used to indicate that Zhou Cang has great courage worthy of being a general of Rouran, and only represents a great warrior. ）

(Note 2: The languages of Rouran, Turkic, and Mongolian are all from the Xiongnu language family, and the Turkic language here is actually the ancient Turkic language of the Rouran people.) ）

(Note 3: Xu Zhen's magic creativity here draws on the story of Arthur who became the king of England with the sword in the stone, so that Li Deqian prepared in advance, and also appeared in the American movie "The Magician", interested students can take a look, a good suspense movie, the ending is very unexpected.) ）