Xue is deep in the northern region, and there is a behemoth of Turks as a barrier in the south, so there are no defenses on the periphery of the tribe.

Not to mention the city walls, there are not even watchtowers!

Grabbing the huge wolf totem, Yang Shuang first smashed through the improvised fence that blocked the beast, and then pushed the dozen or so barbarians who surrounded him and went straight to the nearest tent.

What he has to do now is not to kill, but to find a cow dung stove for heating, and then burn Teniang's!

In order to survive this particularly cold winter, the barbarians hoarded countless forage for cattle, sheep, mules and horses.

As long as it ignites, it will inevitably cause riots.

And for the sake of survival in the future, they must have assigned a large part of their personnel to make fires.

In this way, even if your side is weak, you can easily win!

Crashing away from the barbarians, Yang Shuang swung his shield and smashed down the camp tent, ignoring the panic, the herdsman with a longbow in his hand, his free right hand dragged and dragged the belt, tore the heavy felt cloth, picked up a large ball of smoking cow dung, and sprinkled it on the haystack next to him.

A breeze blew, and the splashing sparks brought faint flames, and for a time thick smoke billowed out, and terror cries rose and fell to each other.

"Whew!"

The speed of the five hundred Longxi soldiers who were left behind was not slow, but the fastest were eighteen slaves with the head wolf!

Approaching the crowd besieging Yang Shuang, they all brushed and hooked the bowstring, sprinkled a wave of arrows from their colleagues, drew their scimitars and slashed left and right, and attacked the largest camp in the middle.

When 500 soldiers entered the battlefield, all they saw was endless chaos.

Yang Awu, who grew up with the soul, is naturally not a pampered lady, this girl is not only skinny, but also very spicy!

Waving his hand to throw away the heavy fox fur long fur, the brown war horse under the crotch between his legs, snorted, picked, plucked, pumped, and beaten with the long stick in his hand, and led the soldiers to fight bravely with invincible momentum.

But no matter how Yang Shuang looks, how do you think this girl is not using a stick method!

The raid came quickly, but it didn't end quickly.

The most important thing is that Yang Shuang forgot one thing, the most important warmth in the Northern Regions, wool!

The fight not only prevented the rescue, but also dispersed the smoke-emitting haystacks.

Originally, the fire started by cow dung was not large, but after being contaminated with wool, the flames suddenly rose half a meter high.

If it is placed in the Central Plains, it is not a big deal.

But this is the prairie!

Xue Bu lives by herding, how much wool does he have to hoard all year round?

Sparks in the prairie fire!

"Baa !!"

Stunned, Yang Shuang suddenly heard a strange shout from behind.

Looking back, I found that it was the sheep that had fled in shock!

Will they go home on their own? An old ox makes a straight furrow?

However, this is not a good thing!

In order to protect them from the cold, the herders do not shear the sheep in winter, so each small-tailed Han sheep looks very bloated.

In the chaos, the fire provoked by the fighting drifted to the backs of the sheep, and these innocent creatures were suddenly wiped out, turning into fireballs in an instant, and they were still running wild!

To extinguish their own fires, they scrambled to haystacks, tents, and evergreen pines with dry bark wrapped in their trunks!

Just like pigs, cows, donkeys and horses, they have pain or itching, and they will subconsciously rub their backs.

Therefore, the fire is also spread in all directions.

There are haystacks and tents, and even if they are all burned, they will not cause much fire.

Can evergreen pine be different!

These flammable materials with huge oiliness and pine nuts and dead leaves that have been accumulated for an unknown number of years are buried under the trees, and after a strange crackling sound, they suddenly turn into a mass of fire beasts with teeth and claws.

Yang Shuang's face changed completely.

This scene was familiar.

Even in the news, it is almost suffocating in the Great Xing'anling fire!

But he didn't have the heart to care about it now.

After the initial panic, the Xue clan patriarch appeared.

It was a middle-aged man with a disheveled head and a scummy beard!

Armed with a giant hammer, he shouted at the barbarians to gather towards the center of the tribe, as if ready to resist.

However, the one-word long snake formation composed of eighteen slaves and Yang Awu had already run through the entire tribe.

No matter how hard he shouted, even if he could stop Yang Awu and Anu independently, he couldn't stop the five hundred morale-busting Longxi soldiers.

In the raging flames, Yang Shuang slowly walked out with the metal wolf totem, recalled Yang Awu and Anu, who had been fighting for a long time, and prepared to fight with him.

"Huh? What about Awa? ”

Just as he was about to speak, Yang Shuang suddenly found that the translator was gone!

"Uh····· Master, Anu damn it, didn't take a good look at Apo! After fighting for a long time, Anu was covered in blood, and even the head wolf, who was inseparable from him, was opened a big hole when he retreated.

Yang Shuang's eyes narrowed, he had long expected that Apo was a two-five boy and could not be trusted, so he was on guard everywhere.

However, whether the other party goes or stays, it does not have much impact on oneself.

Even if the news of the Sui army's deep penetration into Yanran Mountain spread to all the tribes in the northern region, in the vast mountains, they could still send out the whole army and besiege themselves?

"No problem!" Thinking of this, Yang Shuang waved his hand, "Go, ask the other party, are you willing to fight with me, if you win, we will leave, if you lose, you will be my slave in the future!" ”

"Yes, master!"

Anu hurriedly responded, and rushed to the gathered barbarians with a face full of adoration.

Just now, the master came in alone and broke through the opponent's defense.

Look at those fire sheep, as well as the fires all over the mountains, the master can be wise, it is really unpredictable!

Whoa!

Anu communicated with the barbarians, but Yang Shuang didn't understand it at all.

However, soon the middle-aged man with a disheveled hair walked out of the crowd with a battle axe.

Its pupils, which reflected the light of fire, and its distorted face, were undoubtedly on the verge of going berserk.

"Han people, why are you attacking my tribe!"

"Huh!" Yang Shuang was slightly stunned, this person could actually speak ancient Chinese!

"I was cornered by your boss, and the raid on your department was a last resort, and I am short of soldiers and horses now, and I want to get some subordinates, sorry!"

I don't know whether it was an apology or an answer to declare war, which made the middle-aged man's face stiffen, and he just wanted to speak, but he saw the wolf totem in Yang Shuang's hand.

Surprised, he asked, "This turned out to be a holy ····· Relic? Who are you? ”

"Let's talk about it after the battle!"

The fire spread, and the thick smoke covering the sky continued to spread, Yang Shuang was worried that too much nonsense would usher in trouble, so he immediately patted his shield and hooked his finger in front of him.

The middle-aged man didn't seem to speak much ancient Chinese, his lips chattered, he didn't speak again for a long time, and when he saw the provocation, he immediately brandished a giant axe.

Sure enough, it's a barbarian!

Yang Shuang shook his head and sighed.

If the other party saw the scene where he used the wolf totem to flatten the war horse just now, he would definitely not be so reckless.

No matter how big and heavy the tomahawk is, can it surpass the heavy shield like the door panel?

duang！

Jin Ge resonated, the middle-aged force split Huashan, and Yang Shuang stood on the spot.

As soon as Pu made contact, the tomahawk was shattered, but the wolf totem was unmoved.

Before the middle-aged man's feet landed, Yang Shuang stretched out his free right hand and grabbed his neck.

"Convinced?"

Xue Ligu: The patriarch of the Xue tribe, the son of the patriarch of the Yantuo tribe, with a combat power of 75.

Well?

Xue Bu? Yantuo Ministry?

Yang Shuang's heart moved, and he suddenly felt that the names of these two tribes were so familiar, and they seemed to appear often in movies and television.

What is it?

Xue Bu····· Yantuo ····· Xue Yantuo?!!!