Qin Fei's words were not just threats. Wild Fox Xiangnan himself also knows very well in his heart that the position of the patriarch is not unpopular, if he is killed by Qin Fei on the spot today because of non-alignment, many people are even willing to worship Qin Fei as a god.

The atmosphere in the camp tent dropped to freezing point all of a sudden, and all eyes were focused on Wild Fox Xiangnan to see if he had the courage to go out, and many people also wanted to see if Qin Fei had the courage to kill him.

Suddenly, a person rushed into the tent, panicked, perhaps because of the snow under his feet, entered the big tent, stepped on the woolen carpet, and suddenly fell on his back.

The faces of the patriarchs are not good-looking, isn't this a shame?

"Patriarchs, something is wrong." The man panted and said: "The Northwest Army is divided into two roads, with more than 20,000 people on each road, waving the army straight into the snow peak. Wherever they passed, no man or animal remained. Beggars, Siwang ...... More than a dozen tribes, large and small, have been wiped out. The Northwest Army's forward army of more than 3,000 people was less than 200 miles away from Xuefeng. ”

The tribal chiefs whose names he called almost didn't come up and carry them in one breath. When I came, there were still thousands of people in the clan, but I didn't expect that in a few days, I would become the commander of the light pole, except for the accompanying hundred and ten cavalry, even a single clansman could not be found. In the days to come, they will either be merged into other tribes, or they will have to be horse thieves......

"The Northwest Army is coming so quickly...... Batur rushed forward and helped the person up. He knew this man, who was the leader of a small clan beyond Snow Peak.

He had blood and wounds on his body, and his expression was sad, and he must have tried his best to get here.

Batur took a pot of milk wine from the maid's hand, poured a few sips into the man's mouth, and asked, "When was the advance of the Northwest Army two hundred miles away from Snow Peak?" ”

"Yesterday at noon!" The man replied, and he realized that it was past noon. In one day and one night, if it was a rapid march, with the speed of the Northwest Army, I am afraid that there are only more than a hundred miles left from Xuefeng. It is likely that the snow peak will be reached before dusk tomorrow, and the two armies will be engaged.

The patriarchs present were all terrified, and the Northwest Army dispatched nearly 50,000 troops at one time to attack Xuefeng, which can be called the largest battle in the past ten years. In this battle, if the Northwest Army wins, the elites of all ethnic groups will be wrapped in dumplings, and the snow field in the future will no longer be able to confront the Northwest Army.

"Run, everyone, go back and find your people, as far as you can. The Northwest Army is coming...... a lost patriarch opened his throat and shouted: "Go back, at least you can die with your own people!" ”

Batur suddenly approached his side, knocked him over with a punch, pulled out the scimitar in his hand, stabbed it heavily into the wooden table, and shouted: "At this time, you are looking for death in chaos." Rather than be killed by the Northwest Army, it is better for me to send Batur to hell. ”

The beaten patriarch jumped up angrily and took out a small horn from his arms, he had more than a thousand elite cavalry on the periphery, and once he heard the horn, he would immediately come in to rescue him.

The patriarchs have their own ghosts, and seeing that the Northwest Army has not yet opened, under the snow peak, the various tribes are about to kill each other.

Batur shouted: "There are no more than 50,000 men on the two sides of the Northwest Army. If you want to retreat, where can you retreat? Behind us is the snow-capped peak where the god of the snow-capped mountain lives, which is unclimbable and bitterly cold. Ordinary people would have frozen to death before they could climb halfway up the mountain. There is no way back! There is only one war! If you're willing to die, get out of my tendrils now. Those who are willing to fight side by side with me, stay and die with me! ”

Qin Fei said in a low voice: "Batur still looks like a little sweaty at this time. ”

Xie Ling nodded: "Master Water was very optimistic about him back then. If they fail this time and can get Batur out, we'll lend a hand to help. However, with his temper, if he is defeated, he will never leave his people alone. ”

The turbulent patriarchs gradually quieted down, and many people shouted: "Listen to Batur, you have done it with the Northwest Army." ”

"After so many years of suffering from the Northwest Army, fighting vigorously, and dying, he is worthy of being a believer in the god of the snow mountain."

The wild fox interjected to the south: "Fight? Okay, who are we going to command? Do you listen to Batur? ”

The wild fox Xiangnan had just finished speaking, when suddenly there was a flower in front of him, his body was light, and he was actually grabbed by someone by the collar, and threw it heavily on the ground, making his limbs weak and unable to move. After a closer look, it was Qin Fei standing in front of him and said indifferently: "No more nonsense, I will send you to hell now." ”

The wild fox shivered to the south, he was powerless to resist a master of this level, and his life was in the hands of others, so it was better to be honest.

Batur pulled out the scimitar on the table and said, "Batur is young and doesn't dare to lead everyone. However, the snow peak is where my tendrils are stationed, and the terrain is familiar to me. Since we are going to fight, please put aside your prejudices and let me command this battle. Let's win this one, and then judge who is the Great Khan. ”

"Okay, it's up to you!" Unari shouted: "If you lose the battle, everyone will die, and any sweat is bullshit." Batur, the four thousand cavalry I have brought with me, listen to you. ”

Batur hugged his fists: "Thank you Shuangxi Patriarch." ”

The other patriarchs saw that the Unari took the lead, and this terrain was indeed the most familiar to Batur, so they expressed their willingness to surrender their military power and obey Batur's command alone.

Batur walked quickly to the middle of the big tent, knelt down on one knee, faced hundreds of patriarchs, and said solemnly: "You trust me so much and hand over your most elite subordinates to me, Batur does not dare to make mistakes, let alone hide his secrets. The god of the snow-capped mountains bless us to win the battle! ”

"The Northwest Army's labor division expedition, from their base camp to Xuefeng, even if they keep galloping all the way, it will take six days and six nights. Counting the battles and rest time along the way, the Northwest Army has been on its way for at least half a month. ”

With Batur's words, the camp fell silent: "After going on the expedition for half a month in a row, they have to be in the snowfield, even if their soldiers are elite, they have become tired soldiers. Especially the 3,000 forwards, who fought countless battles along the way, and had to open roads and fill bridges in the mountains. We can't sit back and wait for the Northwest Army to come over, and if the forward army is only a hundred miles away from us, then we will set out, and in the middle of the night we can reach their camp and crush them with a surprise attack. ”

"First destroy the vanguard army of the Northwest Army, frustrate the enemy's spirit, and then prepare for a decisive battle."

"The Northwest Army came in two ways, each with more than 20,000 soldiers and horses. The total number of troops is higher than ours here! Therefore, we can't divide our troops, we have to concentrate our troops, and the 7,000 soldiers and horses of my tendrils, plus the more than 20,000 soldiers and horses brought by the patriarchs, there are more than 30,000 people in total, and we will not fall behind any of the Northwest Army. Each defeat is a tactic that we must and can only use! ”

"The scout team is in charge of our tendrils. In order to prevent the two Northwest armies from concentrating, it is necessary to keep abreast of the movements of the other side at all times. In addition, it is hoped that each patriarch will send his cronies back to his camp and quickly assemble the rest of the army. If we win the first battle, the battle with the Northwest Army will be protracted. Once our army on the periphery forms an encirclement, the 40,000 or 50,000 men of the Northwest Army will be counted as a big victory with more than 100,000 soldiers and horses. ”

Batur's analysis was reasonable, and the patriarchs nodded one after another, and immediately dispatched troops and arranged for people to go according to Batur's arrangement.

Batur walked up to Xie Ling and Qin Fei apologetically, bowed his head and said, "Sister Xie Ling, Brother Qin, I originally wanted to receive you well this time." But I just ran into the Northwest Army. After this battle, Batur didn't know if there was still a life. You go first, in the chaos of the army, although my sister is worry-free, but if someone is injured a little, it is a sin. ”

Batur lifted the wine jug, filled the three glasses, and raised them in his hand: "Sister, Brother Qin, if Batur is still alive, he will definitely go to Jiangnan to see you in the future." ”

He drank it all and looked at Xie Ling and Qin Fei with a smile.

Qin Fei was touched by his pride, even though he didn't like the taste of milk wine, he also raised his neck and poured it down, and the hot wine burned from his throat to his stomach. Xie Ling smiled and took a small sip.

"Batur, I'm not leaving. I have something to do in the snow! I will be here to watch you grow into a true leader, win this battle, and fulfill the prophecy of Master Water for the sake of your people! Xie Ling said lightly.

Batur was a heroic person, and when he saw that they didn't leave, he didn't say much, and said with a smile: "Master Shui said at that time that I must be the hero of the snowfield in the future, but it's a pity that Batur has wasted thirty years and is still a waste." This time, have a good fight with the Northwest Army, for the sake of the snow field, for the tendrils, and for the water master! Win! ”

Outside the camp tent, the war horses neighed, and the soldiers of all tribes and tribes had received the news of the attack of the Northwest Army. Countless warriors gathered under the snowy peaks, their flags fluttering, and their fighting spirits were high.

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Old man Yi stood silently in front of the charred tent. Of course, the news of the Northwest Army's march could not be concealed from him, but the attack along the way was really difficult for him to accept. In the past, the Chu army, in the battle of Wei, won and lost each other in the dark, but there was no record of slaughtering civilians.

At that time, the old man Yi, who was in the prime of life, was the judge of the whole army. Officials from all departments of the Prosecutor's Office under his command were stationed in various units, and those who were found to have killed indiscriminately were dealt with by military law.

Right now? Is it really different?

Only in this way can the Northwest Army stimulate the fighting spirit of those recruits. Hope? Can the Northwest Army only rely on killing to form a tradition of an army?

Old man Yi sighed slowly, and picked up a small half-cut puppet on the ground, which might be a child's toy. And that child may have been reduced to ashes in this scorched earth.

The poorly made little puppet was held in his hand, and the fingers of the wooden thorn ached faintly.

"And one more ......"

"Kill him!"

A small group of cavalry came from nowhere, and they saw the old man Yi standing alone in the ruins, excitedly waving his saber, his hooves were rapid, and he was galloping.

Old man Yi looked back suddenly, and the killing machine suddenly appeared!