When the hand holding the sword fell to the ground, Bucullen didn't feel the pain. People on steppe horses can always easily play with the guy on foot, whether it is a Donghu, Xiongnu, or Huaxia. Unfortunately, it was he who was teased today, Bucullen, the son of the Aries chieftain.

Blood spurted outward, and when the pain surged through visual reminders, Blacullen fainted instantly.

When I woke up, I found myself tossed and turned on horseback. I wanted to move but couldn't exert my strength, and now not only did my broken hand hurt, but even my other arm and foot began to hurt. Blaullen was stunned, trying to struggle but finding that he couldn't move his limbs.

"Struggling, useless. Lao Tzu picked your hamstrings, and now you are a noodle. Do you know what noodles are? Forget it, you'll know. But whether you have a bite or not, it depends on whether the master is happy or not. You cut off the master's tendons, don't pick your tendons and tendons, Lao Tzu still came out to make a fart! The old dog said leisurely, and the first time Blacullen woke up, the old dog already knew that he was alive.

picked his own hamstrings!

Bucullen's eyes almost popped out, if the eyes could kill, he really wanted to wear a hundred and ten holes in this guy now.

He knew the consequences of breaking the hamstrings, and he himself had broken the hamstrings of several people. Even if it is raised, it is still a wasted person. When those people froze and starved to death, the whole thigh was a layer of skin wrapped in bones. Thrown outside in the snow, the wolves are too lazy to gnaw. The thought of his fate made Blacullen even more angry.

"You Huaxia pig. Pigs! has the ability to give grandpa a good time. You're a dog. The rarest skin of the jackals. You give birth to a son without asshole, give birth to a girl with a long ******......" Blacullen wanted to scold this guy with the dirtiest and most vicious words, but because of the limited knowledge of Huaxia dialect, it was those few sentences that he scolded over and over. Now he knows how important it is to be proficient in a foreign language.

Cavalry appeared in front, not the black-armored cavalry of the Yun family, but the Qin army wearing leather armor. If it weren't for the old dog shouting out the Huaxia dialect from afar, maybe the crossbow arrows would have flown over by now.

Iron Eagle Sharp stared at the old dog like an eagle looking at its prey. A few guys stared straight at the old dog's neck. It seemed to be looking for the position of the sword, and five or six knights were holding crossbows more than a dozen paces away, and the old dog couldn't hide from it even if he became a god at this distance.

The camp was a mess, and the black charcoal-like wood was still billowing green smoke. There were corpses strewn everywhere, and the corpses on the side of the carriage had been charred. Twisted and entangled, the crows did not fall to the side. From time to time, an arm or a leg can be seen. Not far away there was always their master, hacked to death or covered with arrows. Many of them were Qin soldiers, but many more were Donghu people. As the attackers, they paid even heavier casualties.

The smell of barbecue fills the entire camp. The killers are still gulping down the noodles. There were always screams coming from a corner, even the youngest children and the beautiful women. I don't frown when I hear the screams.

They would diligently feed the wounded soldiers with water and food, and wipe off a thick layer of blood from their bodies with spirits. When you see someone who is about to die, you will cry, and when you see someone who has broken a leg, you will put your chest together. Let those bitter soldiers knead the two soft balls on their chests to distract themselves and relieve the pain. The medical officer always took advantage of this time to quickly close the wound with flying needles and threads, and then wrapped it in a thick clean linen cloth.

The old dog sleepwalked in the camp like a sleepwalker, and he couldn't imagine that last night's wartime was so miserable. Finally saw Hou Ye, talking to General Wang Jian and General Ao Canghai next to the consequences. The old dog led the horse and carried Bakulen over.

Wang Jian was scared to death when he saw Yun Yue's appearance, and he had never had such an experience when he fought with Yun Yue. Even if the Chu-Wei border is suddenly attacked, it will not be embarrassed by this virtue. Not only did most of the ox carts burn down, but even the horse-drawn carts were almost burned. This is still the case when Yun Yue has prepared in advance, if she is not prepared, she doesn't know what will happen. The biggest possibility is that he is now gritting his teeth at Yun Yue's headless corpse.

"Brother, what's going on. There are so many casualties, I don't think there are many foot soldiers. Listening to Ao Canghai, if he doesn't come back in time. Maybe your life is in danger? ”

"Don't say anything else, just tell me. Have we been hanging a team of Zhao Jun behind us, I think it's because they haven't joined me for so long. He poured tea and served a bowl to each of them.

"How do you know that there is a team of Zhao Jun hanging behind Lao Tzu all the time. He hates to die of motherdamn following, if they hadn't come to join you with Lao Tzu a long time ago, how could such a thing happen. Wang Jian was a little surprised by Yun Yue's unpredictable prophet.

"Sure enough, it was the Zhao people who did it, and I'm afraid that these Donghu people were also found by the Zhao people. His grandmother's actually hurt Lao Tzu like this. "From the moment the suspected Zhao cavalry killed the scouts, a huge web of conspiracy shrouded the entire team. The step by step process was seamless, but I didn't expect Ao Canghai to see the fireworks and rush to the aid of the starry night. That's what led to a failure!

They knew the Yun family's combat style well, and even came up with a targeted way. I actually know that smoke blocking is used to interfere with shooting, and the modern army only had smoke bombs after World War I. There are also those big shields, who treat triangular nails and horse traps calmly, and at first glance they are tailor-made for the Yun family. These people have been paying attention to themselves for a long time! Who is this brain, not only familiar with the Yun family's combat style, but also targeted to develop countermeasures?

It is definitely not a Donghu person, and it is unlikely that it is a Hun person. They have this head melon, and they have long gone to rob the rich Pingliang. Even several vassal states in the north have become their pastures.

"Master Hou! Take a live one, this kid can speak our Chinese dialect. The old dog limped over with the horse, pushed away a medical officer who tried to stop him, and shouted at Yun Yue.

It's great to have a live mouth, it's still a live mouth that can speak Huaxia. Yun Yue was so happy that she almost jumped up, and ran over with a group of killing talents and three people in two steps.

"Not bad, not bad! It's a nobleman, okay, old dog. Running over with the sound, Wusun Ji knew at a glance that this noodle-like guy lying on horseback was not simple.

"Hey, hey! After chasing it all night, I finally got it. I'm afraid that he will play tricks and pick on his tendons! (To be continued.) )