The horse's hooves galloped, turning up the mud.

Hundreds of horse thieves raised their weapons and charged frantically, shouting and killing like a big wave crashing into the reef, and in a hurry, hundreds of Huns here abandoned the idea of archery, drew their swords and went to the front of them. The roaring horses' hooves rushed over like smashing the earth, a group of horse thieves roared and waved their knives through the crowd, and the sound of the golden clashing continued to collide one after another, sparks exploded, blood splattered, some people screamed and fell, and the war horses fell.

The blue-gray wolf shadow followed the horse thief's sprint, sneak attack and bit the Huns' mount, the sharp fangs tore off a piece of flesh, the war horse neighed in pain, jumped up in place, and the figure on the horseback was taken advantage of the opportunity to swing the blade with a bloody line, and rushed out.

Atumu slashed the green wolf that bit the horse's tail and climbed up with his backhand, he was surrounded by chaotic fighting and running figures, as well as the shadow of the wolf, as an experienced hunter in his tribe, he knew what it meant to encounter a wolf, but when he encountered a wolf that was fighting with people, it made him a little confused.

In the midst of countless shouts and killings, Atumu fought with several horse thieves who rushed over, and after killing one, the left rib of the horse under him was bitten again by a wolf kiss that came out of nowhere, and hurriedly moved closer to his own people, waving his weapon while issuing a Hun language: "Close... Beware of the wolf—"

On the battlefield of hundreds of people, the surging shouts are in the sound, his voice is not too big, and there are dozens of people nearby who attract the attention of his companions, but it is a little difficult to come over after all, a little careless, he was chopped off the horse, and then counting the other party's sudden attack on the ground, the specific number of people, there are many Huns who fell into passivity.

On the periphery of the fight, Gongsun Zhi led several horse thieves out of the center of chaos, he took the lead in the charge just to boost morale, and as a direction, but he would not take his life under the blade of others, at this time the fierce eyes looked at the battlefield, inspiring, shouting and gathering Atumu, and then waved his hand.

"Gao Sheng, kill him." He said.

The silent bald man took the order, flipped off his horse with a big knife, and rushed towards the crowd of scuffles. As a former yellow scarf, he has never been afraid of anyone since the three princes of heaven, earth, and man, even when he encountered a black man with a leopard's head and beard at the head of the day, he has never been timid...... Of course, after the fight, I realized that I couldn't beat it.

The pace of rushing out accelerated, the big knife was raised from his hand, and he roared wildly in his mouth and slashed and slashed, directly tearing a hole from the outside and killing it, approaching the Huns who were shouting not far away.

……

The horse's head went around and around, Atumu was already covered in blood, his own, and the blood of the Han people who had just stopped, he wiped the blood and roared, but the next second, the scalp was numb and turned around to drive the knife, with a loud bang, a big knife slashed up, and the sparks splashed, and the huge force made his wrist numb, almost planted on the horse's back.

In a trance, the other party let out "Come down!" The big knife cut off the horse's legs, the flesh and bones splashed with the blade, and the war horse let out a terrible roar, pounced forward, and fell to the ground with a bang. Atumu also jumped off the horse at the same time, and felt the killing intent attack, almost reflexively set up the knife again, Jin Ming sounded again, the moment his arm was shaken, a big foot kicked straight in the chest, and in a moment, the hand was loosened, and the big knife that pressed on his blade was deflected, and the back of the knife smashed on Atumu's head.

Blood poured out in an instant, blurring his vision, and the chaotic people around him became shadowy, and he gradually couldn't see clearly.

After stumbling a few steps, his body finally fell backwards, and the sack of grain hidden in his arms spilled into the bloody soil, he turned his head to look at the spilled gold, and his arm swept weakly, trying to bring them back.

Fingers weakly grasp the particles in the dirt.

"Grain..."

“...... Grain... Take it back... Winter..."

“... Hunger doesn't die... people..."

.......

Then, the burly figure approached, the big foot raised and stepped on the arm, Gao Sheng held the knife in both hands, leaned over to look at the Huns who were dying, and sighed, "...... This is Han Chinese. ”

In the next second, it slashed down.

The bloody head bounced off the shoulder, rolling on the low grass, and the last sight saw compatriots falling down, and also saw Han people being killed, and saw everyone desperately killing each other in order to survive.

Finally, I saw the white wolf shadow on the grassy hill looking up to the sky and howling.

Wow –

Soon after, the striking of weapons gradually stopped, the autumn wind of the grassland blew across the land, the smell of blood gradually dispersed, the ownerless horse flicked its tail and walked among the corpses everywhere, and the hungry wolf fiercely tore off a piece of flesh from a war horse that had not yet died, and devoured it into its stomach.

The powerless figure is walking,

“… What about the casualties..."Gongsun Zhi straddled the horse, not moving like a mountain, but seeing that there were not many figures still standing, his eyes closed slightly.

It will take him time to get used to such a scene.

Gao Sheng walked over, stuck the knife into the mud, and sat down, "Half dead, if there were no wolves called by the leader, it is estimated that we would have been eaten by people now." ”

"What about the Huns? How much has it dropped? ”

On horseback, Gongsun Zhi opened his eyes and looked at the direction pointed by the bald man on the ground, and the Huns, who were full of one or two hundred people, discarded their weapons and knelt on the ground.

"Leave no mouth alive—" He opened his mouth to insert the wolf's throat into his mouth and let out a roar, and on the grassy knoll, the white wolf king followed with a roar, and the remaining seventy or eighty blue-gray wolves turned their heads to look at the rows of kneeling figures, and the dozen or so horse thieves who were guarding nearby also raised their weapons.

And then... The slaughter began.

On the other side, many of the panicked people closed their eyes in fright, huddled together and shivered, they could see that this was not a Han pawn, but a group of horse thieves across the grassland.

Gongsun Zhi didn't intend to let them go, and directly issued a second order: "Bring the bones of your brothers and bury them in the White Wolf Plain." ”

The still alive, badly wounded horse thief turned around and looked at him, his expression changing slightly.

"I brought people alive, and when I die, I must bring them back to the earth for peace." Gongsun stopped his horse and walked halfway to bow to the remaining dozens of horse thieves.

Seeing Gao Sheng, who was accustomed to life and death indifference, and several horse thieves around him, his heart suddenly became a little warm, and he hurriedly came up and waved his hand: "The leader can't help it, we are bandits, who does this business either with their heads tied around their waists, dead or dead, the sky is the cover, the earth is the coffin, just lie down." ”

"The things that the Huns robbed, you let everyone bring them, and divide ......them all after you go back" Gongsun Zhi was silent for a moment, looked at the people over there, and waved his hand: "As for them, bring them back together......"

"Hmmm! Well? Gao Sheng was stunned for a moment.

At this time, the sound of horses' hooves sounded in the distance, and a horse thief ran back: "Chief, there are officers and soldiers, about dozens of people." ”

Speaking of officers and soldiers, many horse thieves became nervous, they were originally bandits, and in this matter, they were born with a sense of fear, and besides, they had just fought a fight, even if they were not afraid, they didn't have much strength.

"Gao Sheng, you go and tell everyone not to act rashly and pretend to be momentum." Gongsun turned over and got on his horse, and drove the horse's head in the direction of the sound of the horse's hooves.

......

Zhang Liao saw a person standing there alone, when he approached, he asked the person behind him to slow down, stepped forward with a hook and sickle, frowned, the smell of blood in the air, he could smell it, the vision extended behind the person, the corpse in one place was shocking, looking at the mixed team of people and wolves, Zhang Liao lowered his mind and raised his hand: "Zhang Wenyuan in Xiayanmen, I don't know what this leader is called?" ”

"White Wolf Plain, Gongsun Zhi."

The figure draped in a big coat raised his arm lightly and arched his hand.