Chapter 518: The Revenger

During the Tang Dynasty, the distribution of the Hu tribes in the northern steppe was as follows: the Eastern Turks were entrenched in Shuofang, the Shan Yu Duhufu and the 'Yin' Mountains in the north of Xiazhou and Taiyuan, the territory of the Hui and other Tiele tribes in the north and west of the Eastern Turks, the Khitans occupied the northern end of Youzhou, and the 'Meng' ancients of the Murwei people and the 'Nu' of the Jin people were really in the northeast of the Khitans.

Because of the betrayal of the Tang Dynasty, the Khitans had to migrate north to seek strategic depth, and as a result, part of their nomadic lands were 'intertwined' with the Eastern Turks and Hui tribes, forming a three-condominium and three-regardless zone.

In this 'chaotic' and 'chaotic' area, a small group of horse bandits has recently emerged, sometimes pretending to be Khitans to rob the Turks, and sometimes turning into Uighurs to attack the Khitans.

For several days, Muroru led a group of knights of more than a dozen men to track down a group of horse bandits suspected of being Uighurs, who were few in number, but quite strong and cunning, sneaking in every night, killing people silently, and then quietly walking, just as they came quietly, but took many cattle and horses.

Three days earlier, the tribe of Murru had been attacked, killing dozens of his tribesmen, losing more than a dozen horses and dozens of cattle, and one of Murru's sons had died in the disaster. Muroru was furious and vowed to find the Hui people for revenge.

The tracking process was quite arduous, and the clues were interrupted several times, but he was an experienced general, who had been a scout for several years under the tent of Ke Yu in his early years, and was good at finding clues and tracking the enemy, and after several days of perseverance, the hard work paid off, and finally he found the target's lair. In an inaccessible ravine, he found traces of enemy activity, judging by the traces, there were no more than five enemies, and they should be nearby.

Muroru decided to abandon his horse and enter the ravine. Although it was broad daylight, it was easy for the enemy to find out if he took action, but Muroru didn't want to delay it until night, in case the enemy smelled the smell and fled away, he didn't know when he would be able to find them again.

Even if the number of enemies is several times more than that, it will not become a big problem, and Muroru is full of confidence in his subordinate warriors, among which tigers, bears, and wolves are Khitan warriors who have followed him for many years, and they are also scouts, and they have experienced hundreds of battles large and small, and the dozens of scars on their bodies well illustrate their combat effectiveness.

After walking some way in the ravine, they saw a light puff of smoke rising in the distance ahead. Muroru roughly observed the terrain below, with a patch of weeds in front of him, and a hillside on either side, with 'rubble' rocks on the slope.

"Tiger, bear, you each take three people to go around!" Muroru determined the direction of the enemy and planned to encircle them and annihilate them all.

The tiger and the bear took the order. In the Khitan, names are the preserve of nobles and warriors, and untouchables are not worthy of this noble title. Tiger and Kumamoto were untouchables, and were given fame for following Muroru for their outstanding achievements in the war, but unfortunately their master Muroru was not highly educated, and fortunately, their master had not yet reached the ordinary level of ordinary people in the Central Plains, so he was saved from being spoiled by daimyo such as Ergozi.

Muroru crawled slowly through the dead grass and was blocked by a boulder on the edge of which an enemy had his back to him, apparently dozing off.

Kill him!

Muroru struck decisively.

The knife stabbed the target in the back.

Scarecrow? Fooled!

Muroru reacted extremely quickly and rolled on the spot.

Several Khitan warriors watched inexplicably as their leader was performing donkey rolling. Muroru was half-kneeling, wolf-eyed and vigilant, and there was no movement around him except for his subordinates and Xiao Suo's autumn wind.

The mysterious silence was pierced by two screams in quick succession. Screams came from the hillsides on either side, and the sound of rolling rockfalls.

"Fire! The fire is coming! The wolf suddenly panicked at Muro, interrupting Muroru's suspicious look.

The valley was full of dry weeds, and the fire quickly swept towards Muroru and the others from the north with the help of the wind.

At this point, Muroru is sure that the enemy he has not yet met is not the steppe people! At no time would the nomadic tribes set fire to the steppe, because that would anger the wolf god they worshipped.

"Don't run, we can't run! Mow the grass, mow the grass quickly, cut all the grass around you! "Muroru calmly stopped the wrong 'disorder' actions of his subordinates and gave the right orders.

In the crackling fire, the screams from both sides kept coming, and there was no doubt that it was the result of the enemy's hunt, and the tiger and the bear were finished!

The flames swept by, leaving a trail of smoke and faltering ashes flying in the sky.

Muroru was panting, and a hundred paces to the left and right, the heat rising from the ground distorted the figures of the twenty or so strangers who were gradually 'approaching', so that it was impossible to recognize their appearances.

The number of enemies exceeded Muroru's estimate, but their combat effectiveness did not seem to be very good, and half of them were armed with sharpened wooden spears, and if it had not been for their tricks, he believed that he would have taken them down with only one charge on his own.

"Prepare for battle!" Back to back, Muroru and the wolf watched indifferently as the breath of death came. The mowing exercise consumed a lot of their strength in a short time, and the enemy had the right timing and did not give them a moment to breathe.

Several feathered arrows flew, and Muroru and Wolf Dance Knife covered themselves in the shadow of the sword, and the rest of the subordinates were caught off guard and fell to the ground one after another.

When the final moment came, Muroru got his wish and saw the faces of several of his opponents.

"Han Chinese?" Muroru was extremely angry, and on his territory, the Han people actually hunted him as a sheep, using shameless and despicable means.

The comer was indifferent and ruthless, showing the scimitar in his hand to answer instead.

Muroru thought that his martial arts were not weak, and he should be able to pull one or two pads before he died in battle, but he miscalculated again and underestimated the shamelessness of his opponent.

Before the scimitar could be slashed, the opponent who seemed to be Han suddenly threw a handful of dust at him, and he was caught off guard, and he made a move in both eyes.

His general, the wolf, was treated in the same way, and he couldn't see his target, and he swung his sword indiscriminately to fight the air.

"Send them on their way."

Muroru finally heard Tang Yan, the indifferent Tang Yan. Objectively speaking, this is the most beautiful language he has ever heard at the end of his life.

The 'chaotic' knife cut down the 'chaotic' spear and stabbed it, and the two former Khitan warriors were slaughtered like dogs. A ragged man cut off the head of Muroru and hurriedly handed it to his chief.

"Brother Li, you are so amazing, these dozen Khitan dogs have been sticking to us like dog skin plasters for three days, but I didn't expect that the eldest brother would easily end them up with a little trick!"

"Don't underestimate them, especially this one," the man known as Brother Li took the head of Muroru and said coldly: "This person is still capable, but he is just not suitable for my tactics." ”

"Haha, yes, we can't even think of it. Those weird traps, dummies, arson, dust, are really fucking enjoyable, and the Khitan people are stunned. The other man laughed.

"It's just a small skill for carving insects. If my thirty tribes are here, I will be able to destroy several of his tribes. The leader said lightly, and he didn't take the Khitans in his eyes at all between his words.

"Huh?!"

"Brother Li was Shuo Fangjun in the past? Where is the part? ”

"They're all dead." The man who was supported as the leader had a miserable face, turned his head to look west, and 'revealed' the "color" of pain for a while, and shouted: "General, forgive me, Li Zhong is incompetent, he can't protect his wife, he can't protect his subordinates, and he is innocent of death, but I have to take revenge and kill all these damn Khitan dogs!" ”

"That's right! Kill all these Khitan dogs, avenge the dead robes, avenge the enslavement and humiliation we have endured, and avenge our home! "Several men share the same hatred.

Two years ago, they were still the border army of Youzhou in the Tang Dynasty, and they became prisoners of war and slaves of the Khitans in the war. One night a month ago, this Brother Li suddenly appeared in front of them silently with a war knife, magically pried open their chains, and since then, they have been free, and the Brother Li who followed them is happy to take revenge and take revenge on the Khitans with death and blood.

The man who is reverently called Brother Li by everyone is Li Zhongxin, who has been missing for several months. When he was attacked, Li Zhongxin desperately sniped the enemy to protect Mrs. Ruoxi's outstanding encirclement, and he still fought desperately and bloodily after several wounds, and there were no less than dozens of Khitans and Tubo people who fell under his sword, which frightened the leading Khitan generals, which is also the reason why the Khitans did not kill him. The Khitans took a fancy to his strong fighting power and hoped to convince him to serve Ke Tu, however, when Li Zhongxin learned of the news that Lady Ruoxi had fallen into the river and died, and was bent on dying, the Khitans were busy fighting with Li Yi, the governor of Shuofang, and had to temporarily detain him in a tribe.

A month ago, by chance, Li Zhongxin took advantage of the attack on the Khitan tribe and fell into 'chaos' and 'chaos' to get out safely.

However, he had no face to go back to see the general, and he had no face to go back to face his former robes. He planned to be the enemy of the Khitans here for the rest of his life until he died in battle. He was weak, so he could only sneak into the Khitan tribe at night to assassinate and steal horses, and after doing two votes alone, he found that the perennial war had caused many herdsmen from the Tang Dynasty and other tribes scattered in the Khitan and Xi tribes, and if they were not killed or tortured to death, they would now be slaves. He had the intention of rescuing these slaves and building a powerful cavalry to fight against the Khitans.

The initial operation was very successful, and Li Zhongxin rescued six former soldiers of the Tang Dynasty and more than a dozen Hu Nu.

Three days ago, one of their night raids actually attracted the Khitan scouts, and the Khitan scouts had been trained in a hundred battles, which was not trivial. Li Zhongxin couldn't get rid of them, so he simply set a trap for the plan, so that Muroru and the others gradually fell into the trap of death. Li Zhongxin had backward equipment, only a few scimitars and a horned bow, and their combat effectiveness was also very poor, but Li Zhongxin used the methods of hunters to deal with the Khitans, and by the way, they captured their 'fine' weapons and horses.

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