Eight hundred tribes, all freely scattered in various places, without an accurate coordinate location, these thousand fast horse warriors who spread the news of the king, in fact, in this vast grassland, can only try their luck, meet one to notify one, as for where the next one, only God knows.

A notified cavalryman, with enough dry food and drinking water, wandered in this vast grassland, it has been two days, he is not concerned about whether he can complete the task, in fact, he does not care at all, this is the case, in this vast grassland, to find a wandering tribe, it is definitely not an exaggeration to say that it is looking for a needle in a haystack.

The horse walked by the reins, the mood was too lazy, it was too lonely, except for the sound of the horse's hooves under his feet, it was the occasional warbler cry in the sky, and the rest was silence, a maddening silence.

Look at the scorching sun in the sky, on the saddle of the war horse, pick up the kettle, shake it gently, and then take a small sip of cherished it, and continue to put the water bladder back on the saddle.

Don't think that the grassland is full of water and grass, there will be abundant water sources, in fact, this is just against the normal laws of nature, sometimes the grassland and the desert are the same, it is quite difficult to find an obvious water source. Especially in this flat and endless grassland, the small river that flowed here yesterday may have disappeared by the time you arrive today, yesterday there was a faint lake here, and when you came today, it was just a dry mud pond, so it is quite necessary to walk on this boring grassland, maintain enough physical strength, and keep enough water.

While the messenger was walking aimlessly and boredly, suddenly under the horizon not far away, wisps of black smoke came out, which made the messenger suddenly excited, and black smoke came out, indicating that there was a person he was looking for in that place.

So he immediately quickened his horse's pace, and rushed towards the place where the black smoke was rising, but he had just galloped for a while, and the experience made him stop his war horse immediately, because the black smoke was not cooking smoke, but a huge smoke from the burning of objects, not only did not weaken, but became more and more intense, circling and twisting, like a monster, connecting heaven and earth.

After thinking about it for a moment, the messenger dismounted his horse and crept quietly towards the slope, and when he reached the highest point of the slope, he was stunned by a terrible situation.

A banner that should be his own tribe is burning in the raging fire, and the tribe centered on this banner, all the tents, roads, and vehicles are burning out in the flames, and the screams and the cries of girls and children are coming miserably under the swords dressed by groups of Han people.

This is a massacre, this is a massacre that has never been done before, the massacre of their own tribe by the Han people, this reality immediately stunned the messenger, when did the cowardly Han armed forces dare to enter the steppe and attack such a strong tribe as themselves. No, this is not an attack, this is definitely a one-sided massacre, although the Han people who slaughtered their own people are not the regular Han army, judging from their messy clothes and messy weapons, they are a group of horse bandits, but judging from their decisive actions, they actually have the confidence to slaughter their own tribesmen from their hearts, this kind of confidence has never been seen before, what is the situation?

A child of three or five years of age, running out of the burning camp, with his hands outstretched and crying, ran in the direction of the messenger, and at that moment the sound of a crossbow arrow, a sharp crossbow arrow, immediately pierced the child's weak body and pinned the child to the ground.

And that's not all, a Han man riding a war horse rushed over directly, waved the strange-looking saber in his hand, cut off the child's young head, and then immediately turned over, picked up the child's head, laughed, turned around and rushed back to his camp, and the messenger clearly saw that the Han man with the head handed over the child's head to a Svenwen person, and seemed to be still bargaining there.

What's going on? How can such a situation occur in the world? It has always been our Wuhuan warriors, harvesting the heads of Han women and children for fun, when did those Han people who have always been hypocritical and righteous become so cruel? That's not right.

The world has changed, and people's hearts have changed. The messenger gave up the idea of rushing forward and fighting the Han people desperately in order to save his people: "I must report this situation to the king of Wuyan, and tell him that the world has changed, and the hearts of the Han people have changed, and this is my mission." ”

In order to avoid being discovered by the Han people in the slaughtering spree, the messenger quietly retreated step by step, until he thought that the Han people would never see him again, and then he stood up violently and ran in the direction of his warhorse.

However, when he had just run a short distance, there were two war horses in front of him, and on the horses, two men wrapped in sheepskin, holding the strange-looking steel knife in their hands, were looking at him with a smile.

Although also wrapped in sheepskin, the messenger intuitively sensed that it was definitely not his own kind, and at the same time, in the face hidden in the sheepskin, and the strange-looking steel knife in their hands, the messenger felt a breath of death.

The men of the steppe people have a natural intuition about danger, and this intuition is imprinted from thousands of years of existence, which is almost equivalent to something that is brought from the womb of the mother, so this best Wuhuan warrior drew the scimitar at his waist and stared nervously at these two enemies.

The two people on the opposite side glanced at each other, and said in the Chinese dialect that the messenger half-understood: "Shopkeeper Li still has the foresight, knowing that there will definitely be Wuhuan Tartar rangers around here, and he asked us to expand the scope to block the news, and it is really prescient, isn't this just blocking one?" I'll leave this to me. ”

As a result, another person smiled and said: "Shopkeeper Li can say, a ranger's head, but 10,000 yuan, you have already harvested one, this should belong to me." ”

For these two people to discuss the price of their heads, the messenger was so angry that he immediately brandished his scimitar and rushed straight over, facing the enemy, the warriors of Wuhuan did not flinch.

As a result, the two people on the opposite side rushed over with their horses, and their strange-looking knives were directly chopped down, and the messenger waved his knife to block, and after a burst of gold and iron, the messenger was surprised to see that the other party's knife, like cutting off a piece of rotten wood, cut off his own bronze scimitar, and then slashed into his chest without hindrance, and the other person directly cut off his head.

"Daming Inspector" is a good official fighting iron and blood, so stay tuned, thank you

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