"Alatan, I believe in you! You say, what the hell is going on? Unabatur stared into Alatan's eyes and said word by word.

Alatan laughed wildly, stared down at Baiyan Badulu, gritted his teeth and said, "What happened, you have to ask Lord Baiyan Badulu." I had just drunk some wine and panicked, so I ran to the side to pee, and I accidentally caught a glimpse of the sword and axe hand in ambush by Lord Baiyan Badulu. I only know one thing: he wants to kill us without knowing it! ”。

Baiyan Badulu, who was tightly pressed against his throat by a sharp dagger, turned pale, breathed rapidly, and his gray beard trembled slightly, but he couldn't say a word.

As soon as dozens of Vata warriors armed with scimitars moved their steps and were about to rush forward to rescue the leader, Alatan immediately shouted angrily: "You dare to take another step forward, believe it or not, I will take off his head immediately?!" ”。

The Watta warriors hesitated and did not dare to move any further, but they quietly and quietly surrounded the two of Moor, Mulin and Unabatur. Unabatur turned sharply, drew the dagger he had with him, and protected it at Moor's side.

"Alright, I'll tell you the truth now!" The big-nosed elder finally couldn't hold his breath anymore, and couldn't help but speak, "You guys disarm and surrender!" We, the Watta tribe, have formed an alliance with the Shani tribe to work together against your high-flying Kates tribe. The little men and horses you brought with you outside are already drunk, and you are surrounded by tens of thousands of Wata warriors, and you can't escape! ”。

Unabatur laughed and said, "Okay, this elder, you are sincere in letting your leader give us a burial!" Alatan, listen to my commands, ready to kill him at any time! ”。

Baiyan Badulu, who had not made a sound for a long time, finally spoke in a hoarse voice: "Don't ...... Stop! Let them go. ”

The dozens of sword-wielding warriors were stunned for a moment, and no one moved.

Baiyan Badulu's beard trembled, and he stomped his feet angrily and scolded: "Lao Tzu is not fucking dead, so he can't command you bastards?!" ”。

Only then did the warriors retreat and make way for a passage, and Unabatur gently tugged on the sleeve of Moor's coat, which had already woken up half of the wine, and walked quickly out of the yurt through the passage.

If Moore Mulin's drunkenness was only half awakened before he stepped out of the yurt door, then he was completely awakened outside the yurt.

The vast night sky was pitch black, and not even a star could be found, and the torches on the wasteland outside the house were bright, and most of the thousands of people he brought were blurred in flesh and blood, and some were even in different places. There were less than three hundred undrunk Cartus warriors left, surrounded in the center. A large number of black-clothed warriors in Wata, holding torches, stood solemnly, silent, as if they had just come out of the ground, and blood was still dripping from many scimitars.

Unabatur walked through the crowd with a complacent look and brought three horses with him. At this time, Alatan affectionately grabbed Baiyan Badulu's neck and carefully moved it out, the glittering dagger in his hand never leaving his choked throat.

Unabatur shook his brown curls and said to Baiyan Baduru with a smile, "Lord Chief, are you going to let us go?" Or do you want us to bury you? ”

Without a trace of hesitation, Baiyan Badulu said loudly: "Get out of the way, let them go!" ”。

Moore Mulin said loudly to everyone: "Okay, we Caters are true to their word. Today, we will settle this account on the battlefield in Japan, as long as the leader of Baiyan Badulu sends us out of your Wata territory, we will never hurt a single hair of his hair! ”

Hearing that the warriors who had survived the Kates had survived pushed away the Vata warriors who had surrounded them, found their horses and turned on their horses without saying a word. The Watta warriors looked at Baiyan Badulu with blank eyes, but they didn't dare to make a move.

A group of Katus knights surrounded Alatan and Baiyan Badulu in the middle, and Alatan easily threw the chubby Baiyan Baduru on the horse's back, and the last one turned on the horse. Turning around and smiling, he said loudly to the Watta warriors: "My hands will tremble, as long as I hear the sound of the bowstring, whether the arrow is released or not, Lord Baiyan Badulu will die!" ”。

He was answered by a silence of gnashing teeth.

Hundreds of horses galloped wildly in the vast darkness, and the crisp sound of horses' hooves broke the peace of the night. The black-pressed Vata cavalry followed far behind, and the men on the horses held torches high, but they did not dare to get too close.

Finally escaped from the territory of the Wata tribe, and the Wata cavalry who followed from a distance with torches held high in the rear also stood still. Alatan and Moore Mulin and the others had a fierce quarrel.

Alatan raised his voice with red eyes, "Why did you want to let him go?" Have so many of our brethren died in vain? I'm going to kill him with one sword!" ”

Moore Mulin hurriedly said: "Alatan, the Wattas can be brazen and sinister and cunning, but we Caters are bright and honest and true to their word!" There is a chance to repay it on the battlefield, so don't ruin the reputation of our tribe on the spur of the moment! ”。

Unabatur hesitated for a moment, then spoke, "Listen to Uncle Mulin, Alatan. Killing an unarmed bad old man will damage the reputation of our Caters Eagles, and it will not help. ”

Alatan gritted his teeth in hatred, let out a muffled grunt in his nostrils, and raised his hand and threw Baiyan Baduru to the ground.

The group of people hurried up, and before they had gone out for ten miles, they had just rounded a low sand dune, and suddenly torches were lit in front of them, and the sound of killing was everywhere, and the arrows were raining like flying.

Moor's Mulin was taken aback, tried his best to open his eyes wide, and couldn't help but say, "Are these Wata people crazy? How dare you go so far beyond the territory to intercept us?! ”

Alatan burst into a roar, brandishing his massive twin scythes and urging his mount forward.

Unabatur swung his scimitar in his hand to shoot arrows, and turned his head to Alatan and shouted, "Protect Uncle Rancher!" ”。

The nearly 1,000 Watta warriors on the opposite side saw that these hundreds of people were rushing over desperately, and they had no worries about throwing rat bogeys, so they put down their bows and arrows, drew their scimitars, let out a shout, and rushed over in unison.

Seeing that the hundreds of Kartes warriors were about to fall to death, suddenly a sharp whistle broke the silence of the night sky, and the sound of horses' hooves in the oblique stabbing rushed out about 2,000 cavalry to block the way of the Watta warriors.

Unabatur and Alatan were both shocked to see that these knights in different costumes turned out to be an amazingly powerful and well-trained whole. Judging by the messy costumes, they shouldn't belong to any of the four major tribes. But their cutlass wielded with their scimitars, and the skill, strength, and skill with which they slashed the Watta warriors were not inferior to the battle-hardened warriors, and even slightly superior.

When the last of the Vata warriors wailed and fell off their horses, Unabatur was stunned.

With hearty laughter, the group of knights lit their torches and walked slowly. Unabatur hurriedly lifted the reins of his horse and greeted him with infinite joy.

"Unabatur of the Katth tribe would like to thank all the warriors for their rescue!" As he spoke, he bent down on his horse to give a salute.

In the light of the fire, the leader of the team smiled and bowed slightly on his horse, and when the other party looked up, Unabatur saw a large square face with red and black, two piercing eyes that seemed to pierce the night, and a thick beard with a faint yellow curl.

The voice of the comer said: "Bars of the Qiyan tribe has seen the eldest son of the Khan. ”

He pointed to his hand again and said, "This is Aslan of the Tatar tribe, Agudam of the Ongjirati tribe, and Chagan Temur of the Zarat tribe...... In this way, if the eldest son of the Khan does not dislike the simplicity of our small tribe's yurt, please go back with us to sit around the fireplace and drink mare's milk wine, and I will introduce them to you in detail. ”

Unabatur was overjoyed and readily agreed. The people of the tribe were rectified, but there was no trace of the Moorish pastoral forest.

The two groups of men and horses held torches high and searched in a hurry, and finally found the body of Moor's mulberry in the sand not far away. He was hit by an arrow in the forehead, straight to the back of his head, and he was no longer breathing.

Unabatur hugged Moore's already cold and stiff body in his arms, and couldn't help but feel sad and tears rained down.

After a long time, Bars patted Unabatur on the shoulder and whispered, "People cannot be resurrected after death, and mourning is easy." It's a cold night, so let's get out of here as soon as possible. ”

Jiang Qiliang stepped into Yang Mingyi's tent, and there was a low table on the ground in the middle, which was covered with wine and food. Jiang Qiliang couldn't help but feel a heat in his heart: At the moment of the great enemy, at the moment of crisis, Grandpa Guo has not forgotten me!

Yang Mingyi politely beckoned Jiang Qiliang to sit on the side of the desk, and he sat opposite him. Yang Mingyi frowned and said: "Jiang Shoufu, the envoy has been on the mission for many days, and there has been no reply from the King of the Prairie Khan, and the Red Turban Bandit has crossed the Thousand Rivers and killed my Qingzhou Mansion, my father is very worried!" ”。

Jiang Qiliang lowered his head and sighed: "I'm afraid that the King of the Prairie Khan can't quench his thirst from far water, and even drink water to quench his thirst, and his subordinates have never been in favor of taking this step in their hearts." ”

Yang Mingyi raised his head and said with a smile: "The envoy who carried a lot of money to the grassland was personally selected by Jiang Shoufu, he wouldn't have run away, right?" ”

Jiang Qiliang hurriedly said: "Please rest assured, this person is absolutely loyal and reliable, unless an accident occurs, he will never disgrace his mission!" His subordinates dared to guarantee their lives. ”

"Oh" Yang Mingyi raised his hand and said: "Jiang Shoufu doesn't need to be polite, eat food and drink, let's talk while eating." ”

Jiang Qiliang hurriedly said: "Grandpa Guo doesn't move his chopsticks, why is his majesty so rude?" ”

Yang Mingyi waved his hand and said: "My father has a toothache these days, this table of wine and food is specially prepared for you, no need to be polite!" As he spoke, he poured Jiang Qiliang a glass of wine.

Jiang Qiliang hurriedly took it with both hands and drank it all.

"Dare to ask Jiang Shoufu, according to the current situation, do you have any good strategy to break the enemy?"

Jiang Qiliang smiled slightly and said: "It's not a secret, I also buried an important chess piece among the red turban bandits, and I was waiting for the critical moment to implement the divisive plan." I don't believe that the Red Turban bandits are monolithic, and if they can cause civil strife and cannibalism, the siege of Qingzhou can be easily solved. ”

Yang Mingyi said: "Oh, you might as well talk about it." ”

Jiang Qiliang said: "I have a son of an old man, named Ma Yuanqi, and I have contacted him through a messenger. This person is under the account of Ruan Wu, the third brother of the bandit leader Liu Qian, and has been promoted to a senior staff member to advise him. Use him to drive a wedge between their brothers, and it will soon be a big deal! ”。

Yang Mingyi suddenly smiled coldly and said, "Jiang Qiliang, do you think I will still believe your nonsense?" Aren't you miserable enough to make this public harm?! With that, he stood up and brushed his sleeves.

Jiang Qiliang was stunned for a moment and said, "What does Grandpa Guo mean?" He got up as he spoke. Suddenly, I felt an unbearable severe cramping pain in my abdomen, and spit out a mouthful of black blood with a wow.

Jiang Qiliang opened his eyes and slowly fell down with a puzzled face.

It is said that after death, the soul will turn into a white mist and evolve into various giant symbols. According to this statement, Jiang Qiliang's soul after being poisoned by poisoned wine must be a big question mark. Legend has it that after his soul entered the underworld, he was reluctant to reincarnate for a long time, but instead engaged in scientific research day and night, and devoted himself to inventing two drugs for many years: the regret medicine and the eye-catching patch. He regretted how he was blind to assist Yang Mingyi, an intermittent psychopath!