The sun rises in the east, the morning light drives away the slight cold, the autumn leaves shake in the wind, more than a dozen war horses walk slowly into the woods, flies and insects fly densely on the heads, and there is a buzzing .......

Zhang Liao raised his head to look at the heads in the treetops, and closed his eyes in pain, as if he heard the screams of these heads when they were tortured. Since last night, he has been engaged in battle with several small groups of Huns on the way here, all the way to the area of Daijun, and the villages he saw were almost unspared, and this time the Xiongnu who went south were 200,000 huge numbers, and they were scattered into countless small groups to sack the Han land.

His hand wiped the blood from his body.

…… Buzz Buzz ...... He waved his hand to open the flies that pounced on him, walked over the horse's head, and walked out of the woods, there was no need to look at the village inside, Zhang Liao looked up and sighed, the peaceful morning light shone on his face, and he didn't feel the slightest temperature.

"It would be nice if Feng Xian was here, the name of the flying general would be able to deter these young ......," he muttered, retracting his gaze and preparing to leave.

The moment the horse's hooves stopped.

The wolf's voice sounded in the grassland, spreading.

The soldiers waiting outside have been exhausted, from two or three hundred people to now, after more than ten battles, now there are only more than 100 people left, more than half of the loss, at this time I heard the sound of wolves, my heart hesitated, and the scouts who ran in the distance ran close and shouted: "Wolves... The wolves are heading northeast of us..."

"What....it can't be a wolf plague......

"It's not winter yet....no."

When the sound of stumbling conversation sounded among the crowd, Zhang Liao frowned and asked the scout: "... How many wolves? ”

“… Everywhere, in all directions, there are about one or two hundred of them......"

Hearing the scout's uneasy tone, Zhang Liao patted him on the shoulder, comforted him a few words, and raised his knife, "Follow me over and have a look...... You can fight again, come with me, and stay here and wait with fear. ”

After speaking, a horse's belly with more than a dozen cavalry and some foot soldiers who were still able to fight chased in the direction of the wolf's howl.

……

On the grassland, a groundhog was diligently pouting the dirt, and then the tips of his ears trembled, his chubby head turned back, and the blue-gray figure rushing in his sight rushed over, so frightened that it pretended to be dead on the ground, and in his squinted eyes, the giant wolf with a plush steel needle stepped over it, and his paws ran over the grass, running in a farther direction.

……

The sight wandered over the field, over a grassy knoll, a figure on horseback stopped on it, under the big haze, his hand gently stroked the mane of the horse, and the big white wolf squatting next to him saw a long procession of meandering under the grassy knoll, and there was a buzzing noise.

In the air, there was a cry.

Crackle –

The whip was waved in the air, and the Huns on horseback ran on both sides of the long procession, shouting fiercely in a language that the other party did not understand, and the rest of the Hun soldiers laughed, and it was not a good thing to think about.

Most of the women in the procession were unclothed, and the young men were covered in blood, and their hands were tied with ropes in staggering steps, and they were driven by them as black as cattle and sheep, and they went to the depths of the larger and wider grassland to the north, and if there was no accident, most of them would never come back, or they would die of whipping, hunger, and fatigue on the way.

Atumu waved his whip, brought a piece of flesh and blood in the crowd, and in the wanton laughter, he galloped on his horse, originally broke with the Han people, and this winter was afraid that it would be difficult, but now he was very happy, the family would add a lot of slaves and food, and the children and old people in the tribe would not die of cold and hunger in this winter, and in the coming year, the children would grow up, and the old people would become wiser.

Thinking so, he whipped the whip in his hand on the back of a weeping woman, tore the rough linen clothes to reveal the white skin, Atumu licked his lips, turned over and dismounted, flipped the Han woman to the ground, and rode up in front of everyone.

Around, many Huns let out a 'wow' savage cry, excitedly dancing weapons to cheer for each other's behavior.

"Ahh

The sound of tearing clothes, the screams of women. Beside him, a young man who couldn't stand it rushed over angrily, ran out of two steps, and the Hun cavalry cruising nearby flew over with a feather arrow, blood splashed, and the arrow was nailed to his neck with a poof, and it ran through, and the corpse staggered half a step before falling.

The dead face, the round eyes reflected in the distant grassy knoll, a shadow on a war horse was silently watching the tragedy that happened here.

Wow... Oh... Woo......

A long, desolate howl suddenly sounded on the grassy knoll, and Atumu, who was unbuckling his belt, struck a spirit, got up and looked in the direction of the sound.

"Wolf ......," he wondered in Hun language, and then saw the knight in a big coat.

The nearby Huns began to be silent for a moment, someone looked at the distance, then put down the short bow in his hand, and shouted at the grassy hill...... Then the compatriots in the neighborhood laughed merrieringly.

"Be careful!" Atumu issued a warning.

The rest of the Huns laughed even louder.

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The wolf's paws scraped through the turf, the white mane caressed in the wind, the horse's head sneeze, and the hoof trampled the ground twice with its restless hooves.

The light of day shone in.

The blue-gray figure of the galloping was gathering, hundreds of horses were sandwiched among them to make the final preparations, and when the crowd below laughed, the knight on the grassy knoll reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword, and little by little it was pulled out of the sheath, and the cold flickered in the light.

Gongsun looked at the large number of Huns below, a little trembling, but in the next second, his teeth were clenched, his legs were clamped between the horse's belly, the big sword was raised, his arms were raised, the blade was erected in the wind, and the war horse under him slowly moved its hooves towards the grass slope, and then accelerated and dived, slowly, and drew an arc in the knife light.

Facing him, the figure of the Huns who rushed on horseback was cut out, and blood was poured in the air. The rushing knight stepped over the corpse, and his speed accelerated again.

"Kill—" he shouted at the loudest voice in his mouth.

On the grassy hill, the white wolf king howled, and the surrounding figures rushed into the light, and the roars of the wolves running around the war horse spread one after another.

The Huns, who gradually suppressed their laughter, raised their weapons in response, and wanted to set up a formation, but the war horse was torn by the wolf's voice, frightened and uncontrollable, and in an instant, the black line from both sides approached, and it crashed in fiercely, the wolf kiss jumped up and bit the horse's neck, and the frightened war horse neighed violently, and when the Huns on horseback tried to stabilize their figures, the cold weapon wiped their necks, and the heads and blood rose to the sky........

One hundred against five hundred.