When the sun illuminates the grassland again and starts again the next day, Dawan Wang Qinghuan would rather believe that his experience last night must be a nightmare!

However, the blood and corpses in front of him told him that it was not a dream, but a bloody reality. Overnight, everything that happened under his nose turned his perception upside down. Looking at the nobles and generals of various countries who were shivering in the corner, all that was left in King Dawan's heart was sadness. It was only then that he remembered how ridiculous his previous thoughts were!

There was a light snow last night, the first snow of the year in the grasslands. When the lively banquet was coming to an end, it was already after the third watch.

Although Prince Xiu Tu is massive, he is obviously a little drunk, and the master's diligent persuasion of wine can never be rejected, not to mention that he is a person who is addicted to alcohol. There were four or five iron-blooded retinues behind him, but they didn't drink a drop of wine, and they were loyal guards.

When a panicked Hun forcibly broke into the king's tent despite the obstruction of the Dawan guards outside, no one took it seriously at first. The Hun cavalryman, who was not fully clothed and seemed to be drunk, stumbled at the feet of the prince who left the city, and rolled a few times before he could barely get up. Only then did the people nearby see that the man had been slashed between the neck and shoulder, and the blood had soaked half of his body.

"What's going on! What happened? Prince Hutu's heart sank, and he stood up. The guards behind him hurriedly stepped forward to hold the seriously injured man.

The noisy crowd gradually fell silent, not understanding what was happening, but the wounding of one Hun surprised them all. Dawan Wang Qinghuan's heart jumped even more, his first thought was, could it be that his subordinates had a conflict with this Hun soldier? If this is the case, no matter who it is, it must be severely punished, and it must not provoke the anger of the Huns.

"Great Prince! Big things are wrong! It's Han Chinese...... It was the Han Chinese, they attacked our camp, and we, our people, ....... ”

"What?! What did you say? Han Dynasty thieves! How dare you do that! ”

Before the soldier could finish speaking, he left the city and kicked over the wine case in front of him. These Han people are also too rampant, they originally wanted them to live one more night, but they dared to come to death by themselves?

King Dawan and a group of nobles even thought that their ears had heard it wrong, and those Han Dynasty envoys who were kind enough to discuss things with them would kill people here? Or go and kill the Hun cavalry? They, why are they?

"The eldest prince, the Han people launched a surprise attack while we were asleep, and our people suffered heavy casualties, and I was lucky not to die, so I crawled out of the darkness to deliver a message to the prince! Hurry up and get ready to fight! Those Han people are so fierce......! ”

After the messenger had said these words in one breath, he was already seriously injured and could not support himself, and fell to the ground unconscious. Leaving the city was full of anger, and the Han people attacked the camp, which seems to be a true thing. He didn't care about saying anything more, as soon as he stretched out his hand and pulled out the bright scimitar, he was about to lead the four or five guards behind him to rush out. Kill all the Han people, and there will be no one left! That's what he's thinking at the moment.

At this moment, there was the sound of blades and a few screams outside, and then after a few swings of the blades, one side of the king's tent was completely slashed. The people over there screamed and fled, and the messengers of the night had arrived!

On one side is brightly lit, and on the other side is dark and staggered, separated by a distance of five or six zhang, and the two sides look at each other for a moment.

The entire royal tent has been surrounded, wearing the captain's uniform, covered with the red-edged black robe embroidered with the flying eagle pattern, Huo Quzhi and Zhao Ponu led more than a dozen Han warriors, blocking the door of the king's tent, looking at the Huns and all the nobles of the Western Regions on the opposite side, laughing a little mockingly.

"Huh! It's very lively, you're the prince from the Huns, right? One thing I want to tell you is that your cavalrymen are dead. Well, and you people, tonight is a grudge between the Han and the Huns, if you don't want to follow the bad luck, don't act rashly! ”

The corners of the young captain's mouth were raised, and the look in his eyes was arrogant, and he looked at everything!

When did the Han people become so powerful? There was a fierce breath, and the person who pressed it could barely breathe. Dawan Wang Qinghuan's heart began to feel a little bad.

"Look for death! Damn Han people, go die! Kill me! ”

Prince Hutu shouted, and the guards rushed forward with their swords. The Hun warriors were never afraid of death, and the stronger the opponent, the more ferocious they became.

However, things in the world, success and failure, life and death, are not as simple as bravery! In the face of strength, there is no comparison to distinguish the strong from the weak.

Now that the overall situation is under control, who is impatient to bother with them? There are only fifty capable warriors under his command, and good steel must be used on the blade, these grassland reckless men, give them a good time!

The ten Black Eagle Army warriors saw the corners of Captain Huo's mouth twitch and gesture to them, and immediately understood what she meant. Looking at the vicious faces that rushed over, they all lowered the knives in their hands slightly, and then raised their other arms at the same time, in unison, there was a slight "snort" sound piercing the air, and at the same time there was the sound of shooting into the body, the knife missed, the people screamed, and the dead body fell to the ground.

It's just a blink of an eye, and four or five Hun men who are alive and well have all become dead people. The Black Eagle Army's wrist crossbow is made of stainless steel on Changle Plateau, and it shoots at such a short distance, penetrating the body and bones, and there is no physiology!

All the people in the king's tent gathered at the end, nervously watching the development of the situation in front of them, originally they thought that the Huns would start a fierce battle with the Han people, and they could take the opportunity to go out and gather people to help. But I never thought that after turning my head, I would all die?

Well, it's not right to say that they are all dead, there is still hope! The prince Hutu, who is known as brave and invincible, is still there, as long as he can show his might and destroy all these Han people in front of him, then he can still turn defeat into victory!

Prince Hutu left the city, and really lived up to everyone's expectations, seeing that his subordinates were dead, he was not only not afraid, but shouted angrily, as powerful as a tiger, raised his momentum to the extreme, picked up the heavy thick-backed machete, and went straight to the front of the Han military captain to slash at the head.

Just in time! Tonight's battle is nothing more than a sneak attack. Although it was a complete victory, it was gratifying. But for Huo Quzhi, he always feels that he can't kill and has a lack of heart. This Xiongnu prince seems to be a powerful character, and he just used it to practice his hands to see if he has made progress after being away from his master for so long.

It was said to be late, but it was fast, and the scimitar came fiercely, and went straight to the top of his head with the sound of the wind. Huo Quzhi didn't take the sword to cover it, her right heel tapped the ground, her flexible body turned an angle like lightning, the red fire sword followed the body between her wrists, dodging the direction of the knife falling, when the two of them were wrong, she smelled the heavy bloody breath on the Hun prince, frowned in disgust, and stabbed the opponent's abdomen with the sword casually, and then jumped away, and a string of blood sprinkled all over the ground with the red fire blade!

The tower-like figure of the prince of the city froze for a moment, and he lowered his head in disbelief, and saw that the gurgling blood began to flow from his abdomen, and immediately dripped into a large patch on the ground. He screamed, and when he wanted to raise the knife again, he felt so heavy, his legs were weak, and he fell to his knees involuntarily, and he held the knife in one hand, panting violently, and when he raised his head, three steps away, the Han lieutenant with clear eyebrows was erecting his slender little finger and comparing with him.

"You can't do it, you're too weak! Killing people is not just done by strength. ”

There was a dead silence, and no one dared to speak. Looking at the eldest prince who was in awe in the minds of the people of the western grasslands, he was seriously injured by the other party just by looking at him, and many people's hearts began to drum...... Han people, it's amazing!

The sharpness of the famous sword in the Spring and Autumn Period is well deserved. This gentle stab had already pierced the other party's heart, lungs, liver and intestines, and blood began to gush out of Prince Hutu's mouth, and he still had to struggle strongly, Zhao Ponu had already jumped over and cut off his head with a single ......!

The corpses of the Huns were drenched in blood, and all the faces in the king's tent were as white as earth, from Dawan Wang Qinghuan down, obediently obeyed the will of the Han people, and under the blades and crossbow arrows that were eyeing him, no one dared to act rashly.

Of course, some people will still have some unconvincing thoughts in their hearts. After all, there are thousands of troops from various countries scattered nearby. Perhaps, after dawn, there should be a chance to compete with these Han people again.

However, when the men in the king's tent were finally allowed to come out and see what was going on outside, endless fear and cowardice rose in their hearts.

The Han Chinese who attacked last night can now finally see their appearance clearly. More than fifty people were already fully armed, mounted on horses, and formed a simple formation. And the rest of the Han envoys had already prepared their carriages and horses, and it seemed that they were about to prepare for their departure.

Of course, it was not these things that frightened them, but those things that were more than ten feet away from the king's tent. To be precise, those are not things, but human heads, the heads of the Huns!

The heads were made into a strange shape, like a pyramid. The heads of the three hundred Hun cavalry were cut off and arranged up layer by layer, and the top one was the death of Prince Hutu leaving the city.

Fifty big men straddled their horses, holding nine-armed crossbows in their hands, and looked at their young lieutenants with high spirits. This kind of means of deterring the enemy's courage really worked, and seeing this kind of human head tower called "Jingguan" by Huo Xiaowei, those Dawan people were all terrified.

A neighing of horses like a dragon's roar came from the grassland in the distance, and Huo Quzhi's eyes flashed with brilliance, it was red snow! She lifted her breath in her chest, and the clear whistle was passed far away. Then, she smiled and tapped the sword in her hand at King Dawan, who was standing in front of his horse.

"The Han envoy has come from afar, and now it is about to embark on the return journey, doesn't the king of Dawan have any gifts as gifts? We don't want much, ten sweaty BMWs are enough....... ”