Mohan tribe, after sending away Qiu Chi and the three, Mohan ordered people to kill cattle and sheep, entertain a group of Xianbei people, he came this time in addition to being invited to deal with Macheng, but also did have the meaning of expanding the influence of the tribe to this side, don't look at the Xianbei and Wuhuan often have friction because of the turf problem, but on the grassland, what is believed in is the law of the jungle where the strong are respected, Xianbei people, Wuhuan people are actually not so obvious, as long as a tribe is broken, whether it is Xianbei people or Wuhuan people, as long as they are willing to take in, Then this tribe will be the spoils of the victors, including women, children, young people, and property.

This time, Mo Han personally brought people to the side, not just to attack Macheng, he wanted to get out of Qiu Liju's control and invite these Xianbei leaders to come over, but also hoped to win over some Xianbei small tribes, if he could successfully subdue these small tribes, then he would have the capital to fight against Qiu Liju in Wuhuan.

This banquet was enjoyed by the guests and the hosts, and it was not over until the evening, Mo Han, as the host, also drank a lot, a little drunk, and was about to arrange for someone to take these Xianbei people down to rest, when a subordinate warrior suddenly broke in, and said with an ugly face: "Touren, our group of cattle and sheep have been robbed by the bald people!" ”

"What!?" Mo Han's eyes widened, and he said angrily: "Dig bald and dare to rob me of something? ”

The person who came was the general under the command of Mo Han, and he shook his head when he heard the words and said: "It shouldn't be the meaning of digging baldness, it was the people under his command who happened to do it, after all, in this area, the tribe of digging bald is the largest, and it is used to being unscrupulous. ”

"How can it be so cheap?" Mo Han sneered, and a greedy gaze flashed in his eyes: "I heard that Aguli, the former leader of the Dubald Tribe, once led three thousand cavalry to fight Macheng, but was broken by the Han people, and the tribe was seriously damaged, and now although the population is large, there are only a few hundred warriors!" ”

"Yes, the leader wants to ......" The subordinate looked up at Mo Han and said with some excitement.

"Originally, we were new to the city, and it was not good to fight him, but now since his people are causing trouble first, then it's no wonder I'm not welcome, you go and gather people and horses, and prepare to go with me on the expedition, tonight, I will wipe out the bald tribe!" Mohan stood up and said sharply.

"Wouldn't it be too rushed? And fighting at night, it's not good for us! The subordinate hesitated.

"There is a saying in the Han people's art of war called surprise, if you think so, then you will definitely not think that we will do it tonight." Mo Han sneered, on weekdays, he likes to listen to some Han art of war, and his favorite thing is to be surprised, every time he fights, he likes to use surprise attacks to win, which is also the reason why his tribe can become the top tribe of Wuhuan, this time, he is ready to use the same means to clean up the bald.

"Yes, I'll go get ready!" The subordinate nodded in agreement.

Mohan's troops set off, and did not hide their whereabouts, he wanted to gain a foothold under this Danhan Mountain, he had to establish his prestige, and the newly disabled Duving tribe was a good starting point, he wanted to use this tribe to establish his authority, and at the same time, he also wanted to dig the population of the Danhan tribe to enrich his power in the area of Danhan Mountain.

Two thousand cavalry, leaving only two hundred to guard the camp, Mo Han led the rest of the men and horses to kill the dwarf tribe violently.

The distance between the two sides is more than 60 miles, when Mo Han led the men and horses to kill the dwarf tribe, the sky was completely dark, and the clusters of bonfires in the dunger tribe could be seen from afar, and many people from the dunked tribe sang and danced around the bonfire.

"Snatched my things, and they were so rampant!" Mo Han plucked the thistle from the horse, pointed in the direction of the dredging tribe, and said loudly: "Sons, break through this camp, women, cattle and sheep, all belong to you, kill me!" ”

"Kill~" When the warriors of the Mohan tribe heard this, their eyes involuntarily turned red, and one by one they roared and frantically urged the war horses to rush towards the brightly lit camp.

Mo Han clamped his legs between the horse's belly and followed the rear of the brigade without hurrying, and in front of his eyes, it seemed that there was already a scene of the dredging tribe surrendering to him in the midst of blood and wailing.

Less than three miles away, frantically approaching, the people in the tribe had already heard the shouts of killing, and began to run in a panic.

"Archers in formation, shieldmen in front!" In front of the tribe, a group of men and horses pushed through the crowd and quickly formed a formation, under the protection of the shield, Ye Zhao looked indifferently at the roaring enemy.

"My lord, the enemy army has entered the range of our army." A tun general stood beside Ye Zhao, looking at the faint figure in the darkness, these tun generals were the first soldiers to follow Ye Zhao, they had been on the battlefield, they had seen blood, even if they faced an enemy four times their own at this moment, their faces did not change.

"Shield!" Ye Zhao slowly raised his right hand, and the two hundred archers quickly bent their bows and arrows, but they did not shoot immediately, but the arrow clusters of the Wuhuan people had been overwhelmingly shot over, and the shield men in the front row quickly raised their big shields to protect themselves and the archers, and the sound of the arrows shooting on the wooden shield was as dense as raindrops, and a cold arrow cluster shot in from the gap in the shield, and slashed against Ye Zhao's cheek, Qi Gen did not enter the chest of an archer behind Ye Zhao, and the archer let out a miserable scream and fell straight to the ground.

Mo Han also found this group of people, whether it is Xianbei or Wuhuan people on the grassland, there is no special infantry shield array, and the shield is at most only a small shield tied to the arm, this sudden appearance of infantry is obviously a Han soldier's horse, which makes Mo Han more murderous for digging bald, this damn bastard, this is completely surrendered to the Han people! Unforgivable!

"Kill all this Han army for me!" A hideous look flashed in Mo Han's eyes, and the iron thistle in his hand led in Ye Zhao's direction, letting out a roar like a lion tiger.

"Shoot the arrows!" Estimating the distance of the other party, Ye Zhao said in a deep voice.

"Huh~"

An archer who had already prepared quickly drew the bow to the full, and shot a special arrow into the sky, the sharp whistle was still very harsh even in this noisy battlefield, at the same time, more than a dozen fast horses began to gallop in different directions under the spur of several Wuhuan knights, each horse on the horseback, pulled a long rope, at this moment under the pull of the war horse, jumped straight in an instant, in the Wuhuan riding array, a tripping horse rope intertwined into a net, countless galloping horses caught off guard, Tripping over a rope, the thunderous momentum has become a joke at the moment.

If it was daytime, it would be impossible not to see such an obvious trap, but at this moment, it is night, and you can't see your fingers, even if you carefully search the ground with a torch, you may not be able to find it, let alone if you are defenseless.

"Shoot the arrows!" Looking at a group of Wuhuan people who were turning on their backs, Ye Zhao's raised right hand slashed into the air fiercely, and two hundred arrows that had already been drawn burst out of the air, ruthlessly falling towards the warriors of the chaotic Mohan tribe, and the sound of wailing rang out.

Almost at the same time, two groups of people and horses came out from both sides of the dwarf tribe, in the dark, but seeing a lot of people, it was not clear how many people there were.

"Not good! Hit the trick! Mo was shocked, let out a cold sweat, and he didn't care about the loss, so he turned the horse's head and left.

It's just that at this moment, the two thousand Wuhuan iron horsemen brought by Mo Han have become a pot of porridge, and they are scurrying around like headless flies, where to distinguish between north and south, and they can only be wrapped in the crowd and drift with the flow.

On the other side, Ye Zhao did not order the soldiers beside him to immediately press up, but commanded the soldiers and horses to maintain the formation, slowly advance, and constantly fired arrows at Mo Han's men and horses, and when he encountered a soldier who was not dead on the ground, he immediately went up to make up for it.

If you look at it from the perspective of a bystander at this moment, you will find that Ye Zhao's men and horses are not pressing, but they are just unhurriedly firing arrows around, and the warriors of the Mohan tribe trample on each other and there are many dead.

From the beginning of the raid battle, after a short encounter, it evolved into a complete pursuit and annihilation battle, from the Digging Bald Tribe to the Mohan Tribe, just a distance of dozens of miles, Mo Han ran all night, and even until the sky was slightly bright, and the outline of the tribe appeared in front of him, he was shocked to realize that he was driven back here unconsciously.

Looking around, Mo Han sadly found that the two thousand tribal warriors who were menacing last night had only a few dozen people left with him.

In the distance, Di Bald and Ding Li each took their men and horses to roam around, and did not come forward to attack, only when someone wanted to break through in another direction like a headless fly, someone would come up and release a rain of arrows and shoot them, that scene reminded Mo Han of driving sheep.

Humiliation!

The strong sense of humiliation made the anger in Mo Han's chest spread like a fire to his whole body, especially when he found that the number of people on the other party was actually not large, this sense of shame was like ten thousand ants devouring his heart, making him even breathe heavily.

"Stop!" With a slam on the horse, Mo Han turned his horse's head, looked at the two teams of men and horses facing him with fierce eyes, raised the iron thistle terrestris in his hand high, and roared: "Sons, we can die in battle, but we can't be humiliated like a sheep like this, pick up your weapons, and use our blood to tell these Han people the courage of our grassland boys!" ”

"Roar~" With Mo Han's roar, dozens of Wuhuan warriors around him, who were still tired of running for their lives, turned their horses' heads one after another, and the enemies who came from each other raised their weapons one by one, and let out a crazy roar.

"Kill me!" Mo Han rushed to the forefront this time, taking the lead in meeting the galloping Vulture tribe, the thistle terrestris in his hand flew over, and wherever he passed, the warriors of the Dearth tribe did not have a single general.

At this time, Ye Zhao appeared on the edge of the battlefield with his men and horses under the escort of Guan Hai, watching dozens of people attack the enemy ten times his own without hesitation, even if he was in the hostile position, Ye Zhao couldn't help but admire: "This person is a little courageous. ”

"Lord, do you want to help?" Guan Hai looked at Ye Zhao.

"Don't worry, herald Ding Li, go and serve his nest first! Remember, don't kill those Xianbei heads. Ye Zhao shook his head and said.

"Whoa!"