In the Mohan camp, although more than a dozen Xianbeitou people have not woken up from a hangover, they have lived on the grassland all the year round, and they have an unusually keen sense of danger.

The two hundred Wuhuan soldiers who stayed in the camp didn't even resist much, and they were killed by Ding Li with men and horses, and more than a dozen Xianbei people just got out of their respective camp tents, at a glance, there were Han soldiers everywhere, and the corpse of a Wuhuan soldier was dragged by these Han soldiers to a place and poured butter on fire, and in the blazing fire, the heat wave brought up by these Xianbei people completely woke up the wine.

"Why are the Han people here? Uh......" A Xianbei head pulled out the knife at his waist, but before he could do anything, a sharp arrow that broke through the air shot directly through his throat, and the war knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter, his hands clasped around his neck, staring forward with a dead eye, and his burly body fell to the ground with a bang.

The remaining Xianbei Tou people saw that the camp had been completely controlled by the Han army, and then looked at the fate of their companions, one by one, they were silent, not everyone could see death as home, and more than a dozen Xianbei Tou Han soldiers pushed and gathered in one place and walked outside the camp.

In the distance, thousands of horses galloped, and the two groups of people and horses were intertwined, and it was not real to see, but the sound of fighting gradually weakened.

Even if under the encouragement of Mo Han, the morale of the Wuhuan warriors reached its peak, but after running around overnight, the number of people was far less than that of the enemy, and it was already the end of the crossbow.

Mo Han tirelessly waved the thistle in his hand, every time he waved, several enemies fell off his horse, although he didn't know the weight of the thistle, but just look at the sound of the wind when the thistle was waved, he knew that this weapon was definitely not light.

It's just that no matter how brave Mo Han is, the warriors who follow him are getting fewer and fewer, until the last charge, and the last cronie around him is also dragged off his horse, and in an instant he is trampled beyond recognition by the hooves of the galloping horses.

Mo Han gasped violently, looking at the enemy who had surrounded him in front of him, two arrows were stuck upside down in his chest, and the leather armor on his body had also become fragments, and the wounds that were deep and visible were shocking under the morning sun.

Hundreds of corpses fell to the ground on the ground, blood staining the ground red, silently telling the severity of this small battle.

Mo Han raised his head, looked at Ye Zhao, who was under the escort of Guan Hai, and joined Ding Li, and suddenly tore off the remaining leather armor on his body, slowly wiping his thistle, looking at Ye Zhao's gaze like a wild wolf that chooses people and devours people, and whispered in a low and hoarse voice: "You Han people, will only use this kind of conspiracy and trickery? ”

Ye Zhao was slightly stunned when he heard this, it seemed that he was the one who provoked trouble first, and frowned: "Although I don't know what grudges you and I have, but according to the news collected by Ye Mou in the grassland, the Mohan tribe came here this time, I'm afraid it's for my horse city." ”

Mo Han looked at Ye Zhao silently, he was indeed invited to come, but the action had not yet begun, and the two thousand tribes he brought were now gone, thinking of this, he felt extremely aggrieved in his heart.

"It's you who want to do it, now that your skills are not as good as others, you have been destroyed, but you blame me for being cunning, Ye has always thought that the men on the grassland are all bloody warriors, but when I saw it today, it was a big disappointment for Ye!" Ye Zhao sneered.

Mo Han only felt a block in his chest, raised the iron thistle terrestris in his hand, pointed at Ye Zhao and said sharply: "Don't talk nonsense, Han people, dare to fight with me." ”

Ye Zhao frowned slightly, in the case of an absolute advantage, he absolutely did not approve of this kind of thing, looking at Mo Han who was standing alone in the wilderness, Ye Zhao snorted coldly, slowly raised his arm, and the archers behind him quickly bent their bows and arrows, and hundreds of arrow clusters locked Na Mohan.

"How?" Mo Han laughed mockingly: "It turns out that the Han people, just like this, will only use despicable tricks to fight, but there is no warrior who can fight our Wuhuan Erlang head-on?" ”

Having said that, Mo Han couldn't help but feel a touch of bitterness in his heart, in fact, he, like Ye Zhao, can fight in a group, and he will never fight alone, but now his skills are not as good as others, and the tired tribal elite is completely lost, and now he is alone, all he can do now is to kill one by one, and he can only use this kind of means that he absolutely disdained to use in the past to save some face.

"Lord, the last general is going to fight!" Guan Hai's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he rode out of the horse and arched his hand at Ye Zhaoyi.

"Are you sure?" Ye Zhao raised his right arm and didn't put it down, he frowned and looked at Guan Hai and said, "This person is already determined to live and die, I'm afraid he will not hesitate to exchange his life for his life!" ”

"Don't worry, even if you die, you can't let these rabbits underestimate us Han!" Guan Hai straightened his chest and said loudly.

"Okay, a nice win." Ye Zhao turned his head, glanced at the group of Xianbei people who were escorted to the camp by Ding Li, and said coldly.

"Whoa!" Guan Hai agreed, slapped the horse and danced the knife, but before the person arrived, the war knife in his hand had already been rounded and slashed towards Mo Han's head.

Although Mo rarely regretted that he could not provoke Ye Zhao out, he could kill a fierce general of the other party, and he could be regarded as having a back, roared, ignored Guan Hai's sword at all, and used all his strength to round the iron thistle and smash it towards Guan Hai, just as Ye Zhao said, he was already determined to live and die, and at this moment he invited to fight, just to kill one more Han and frustrate the prestige of the Han army.

Ye Zhao's eyes suddenly turned cold, a terrifying murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and his raised right hand was clenched into a fist, if he really had three long and two short, Ye Zhao would definitely break Na Mohan's body into ten thousand pieces.

The confrontation between life and death, in fact, there is no cumbersome change, on the battlefield, the emphasis is on a fatal blow, under the nervous gaze of a group of people, but seeing Guan Hai on horseback to move forward, the war knife in his hand swept over Mo Han's throat, and the iron thistle immediately smashed over, Sheng Sheng smashed Guan Hai's knife, wiped the armor on Guan Hai's back, and smashed it on the hip of the war horse.

"Sigh Rule~"

The war horse that rushed forward suddenly stood up, two retreats and gave birth to this section, the front hooves fluttered in pain, Mohan's head rose to the sky with a column of blood, Guan Hai spit out a mouthful of blood, taking advantage of the moment when the war horse landed, a tumbling rolled down from the horse's back, stood up with a war knife, gasped fiercely, stepped forward to pick up Mohan's head, turned to face the direction of Mohan's camp, raised the head high, and let out a roar.

"Roar~" Behind Ye Zhao, many soldiers roared excitedly waving their weapons when they saw this, on the other hand, a group of Xianbei people were all pale and looked at Guan Hai in horror.

Ye Zhao's eyes lit up suddenly, at this moment, Guan Hai had a more fierce momentum that he did not have before, although the previous Guan Hai was powerful, but it was just an ordinary general with great strength, courage, and some means, but at this moment, Ye Zhao felt a sense of oppression from Guan Hai, it was a breath that belonged to the strong, although it was very weak, but Guan Hai at this moment, both in his heart and in strength, had been transformed.

"Good!" Ye Zhao couldn't help but sigh in admiration, then turned his head to look at the group of Xianbei people, and sneered: "I don't know why you are invited here this time?" ”

"My lord, Na Mohan wants to deal with you, we don't know anything, it's none of our business at all, we are here, we are just trading with Na Mohan, and we definitely don't have the idea of being an enemy of adults!" A Xianbei head man hurriedly stepped forward and said.

As soon as he said it, the others also responded one after another, this matter had nothing to do with them, but now they have suffered an unwarranted disaster, and the most important thing is that these Han people in front of them are too ferocious, they entered the camp, they didn't ask, they killed people directly, in addition to them, even the guards they brought were killed, and at this moment, seeing that Mo Han, who was a few warriors of the Wuhuan clan, was killed, they really didn't want to conflict with Ye Zhao.

"That's ......" Ye Zhao jumped off the horse and asked casually, "How do you tell me to believe?" ”

"My lord, we can swear to the wolf god!" A Xianbei leader raised the wolf tooth necklace in his hand and said solemnly.

Xianbei people believe in wolves, but unlike other places that worship gods, their attitude towards gods is to kill! Adult Xianbei people can only be regarded as real warriors if they hunt a wolf with their own hands, not only them, but also the entire grassland, being able to wear wolf tooth jewelry is a symbol of dignity.

"Don't be so solemn, I believe you have no intention of being my enemy." Ye Zhao patted the other party's shoulder: "Please come in, it just so happens that I also have something to discuss with you, since you are all here, then I don't have to invite you." ”

Seeing Ye Zhao go straight into the big tent, a group of Xianbei people looked at each other, not knowing whether to follow up or not.

"Huh?" Ding Li saw that everyone was not moving, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and his right hand slowly held the hilt of the knife.

Well, it seems that I can't go in if I can't do it.

A group of Xianbei people could only consider themselves unlucky, obediently followed behind Ye Zhao, and tried their best to put the speed to the slowest and walked towards the original Mo Han's handsome tent.