When the sky was hazy, Zamuhe had already jumped up from the soft collapse, dressed neatly, and strode out of the tent.

As a generation of famous generals and the patriarch of the Flying Eagle Tribe, his scenery and majesty have made countless people yearn for him! It's a pity that most of the people in the world are short-sighted, they can only see the surface of famous generals, but they can't see the hardships of famous generals.

Zamuhe got up earlier than all the soldiers, slept later than all the soldiers, rushed to the front when he charged, and stayed behind when he retreated! While his children drank wine and sang and danced, he was thinking about the direction of the army; While his children were holding the stolen treasure and the stolen woman enjoying the blessings, he was thinking about how to bring the children home safely!

can make the entire Flying Eagle tribe follow with all their hearts, Zamuhe does not rely on wisdom, let alone strength, but with a kind of feeling, sharing blessings and difficulties! Many of the people in power took this as a hypocritical promise, but Zamuhe did it, and he never let his children down.

"Great Khan!" A scout galloped from afar: "Great Khan! Something is wrong with Snow City, and everyone seems to be empty. "The leader of a tribe is not qualified to be called a 'Great Khan', which will be hated by other tribes, but the soldiers of the Flying Eagle tribe are convinced that their king will lead them to dominate the steppe, and there is no difference between calling a few years earlier and a few years later.

Zamuhe's eyes flashed: "Have you investigated the south gate?" ”

"I just probed, there were a lot of horseshoe prints left on the snow outside the south gate, and Lord Lemin said that there were at least a thousand horses!"

"It's pretty fast." Zamuhe smiled: "Blow the horn!" ”

As the horn sounded, the guards light cavalry quickly got out of their tents, saddled their horses, and in a short time, a murderous elite cavalry appeared in the heavens and the earth.

There was silence in the snowy city, with flags of all colors, flying in the wind, and a few lone torches burning.

Zamuhe waved his hand, and a team of 100 people on the left left galloped out and rushed towards Snow Plains City, when they rushed to a distance of more than 200 meters from Snow Plains City, they began to sprint diagonally, and then they took off their longbows, bent their bows and arrows, and shot at the city.

There is no figure, and the flag is the goal.

After a round of hot shots, there was still no reaction from Snowfield City.

Zamuhe waved his hand again, and a team of 100 people on the right left the team, and instead of taking their bows, they took out long ropes from their satchels, and when they rushed to the vicinity of the city wall, they broke out one by one and stomped on the city.

The walls of the snow city are not very high, at least half of the long ropes are prepared to hit the target, and some of the city tramples on a dozen long ropes, and the people who are not in the trap get off their horses and prepare to set them again, and the arms that have been set in the stake are struggling, leaving the saddle and climbing towards the city.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of warriors climbed to the top of the city, and there was still no response in the snowy city, and occasionally a baby's cry was heard, but it was immediately interrupted.

The captain of the hundred-man team turned back and made a gesture to the army, then walked up to the roulette wheel with a few soldiers, turned the wheel, and pulled the city gate up.

Zamuhe slowly stepped into the snowfield city with the light horse of the guards, looking at the surrounding scenery, Zamuhe couldn't help but shake his head contemptuously, he couldn't understand, how could that kind of stupid and cowardly person sit in the position of commander? Since he abandoned the city and fled, he didn't even destroy the turntable, and there was no one in the city to contain him, didn't he know that leaving a group of dead soldiers would add some hope to his escape? Well.... That kind of cowardly person may not even care about the princess, right? Zamuhe imagined in his mind the scene of the delicate princess sitting on the snow and crying, and a strange smile smeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Lemin."

"Yes."

"You worked hard last night, take your headquarters to stay in Snow Plains City, just tidy up."

Le Min, who had been a scout for a long time and had been a scout all night, couldn't help but smile: "Obey, Great Khan!" "Although all the property he looted in the city must be handed over to the Great Khan for unified distribution, he has the right to choose the women caught in the city first, and the beauties of the southern country have always been the longing of the grassland athletes, and they have not worked hard all night!

"Boy, you're in luck!" Sticky Han patted Le Min with a grin, and then whispered: "Leave me a few beautiful ones, otherwise, Lao Tzu will come back and compete with you!" ”

"That's a certainty, that's a certainty." Le Min showed a wry smile, no one dares to mess with this guy in the entire Flying Eagle Tribe, of course he has to give face, what is it called a martial arts competition? Haven't you been beaten yet?

"Sticky."

"Yes." Sticky Han immediately restrained his lewd smile, he was something that no one dared to mess with, but it didn't include his own brother, his brother was the god of the tribe!

"You lead a team of 1,000 people as a pioneer, and then give you a team of 400 people as scouts, be careful."

"Yes!" Mu Han shouted loudly, and then lowered his voice again: "Big brother, that princess... "Sticky Han is testing his brother to see if he thinks of the princess, and this person is not very stupid.

Zamuhe glanced at Mu Han with a smile: "Isn't this your wish?" ”

"Got it, big brother." Sticky Han laughed, "Kids, come with me!" ”

Sticky Han took the lead, rushing forward with a surging riding stream.

Zamuhe looked at the back of Sticky Han with an almost doting gaze, he never took women in his eyes, except for the dreamland of dominating the grassland and even the entire continent deep in his heart, everything else was dispensable to Zamuhe.

"The Chinese army is advancing!" Following Zamuhe's order, thousands of horses galloped forward at neat, brisk steps. The Chinese army is different from the vanguard, their speed cannot be fast or slow, no matter what time it is, they must ensure that they have sufficient physical strength to fight the enemy at any time.

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"Are you afraid?" Qian Buli asked Ji Shengqing with a smile, he did not leave Snow Plains City, if the plan was successful, the enemies outside the city would no longer be a threat, on the contrary, the city would be dangerous!

"Don't be afraid." Ji Shengqing's answer was predestined: "However, pity these civilians... ”

"No way, we need time." Qian Buli's expression was also a little gloomy: "If the conflict is too early and Zamuhe is brought back, we will all die, and those civilians still can't escape their fate." "Qian Buli judged that Zamuhe would never wait until the whole city was done to search before leaving Snow City, the Jiazhi Pass was only two hundred miles away from Snow City, and when reinforcements came, they would be in trouble, and catching the princess was the primary goal.