The sky was blue and gray with water vapor, and the rain came for a while and then retracted, and continued to brew in the clouds.

In the field below, the sound of horses' hooves shook and wolves howled.

The light of the flames burned violently, reflecting the galloping horses galloping past, the light of the sword pierced through the tents sewn with fur, and the screams of women and children came from inside, and the figures on horseback ran out of it, and the men on horseback drew their bows and arrows, and the arrows flew past, and the running figures fell.

Riding shadow longing with the wolf's voice to make a short interweaving and division of this tribe of hundreds of people, the savage voice is roaring, Gao Sheng is constantly adjusting and correcting the formation in the team, such a scene makes his blood gush, once upon a time, the yellow scarf that crisscrosses the world of the Han family can not have such a full of confidence in the bottom of the heart.

He looked at the grassy slope behind him, the figure standing on horseback under the blue-gray sky for a moment, then turned and raised the big knife, emitting a wolf-like hideous ferocity.

The intertwined torrent galloped on the horse's hooves, the spear-wielding Huns were divided into small circles, blood poured on the ground under the huge flames, corpses spread out, bare feet, feet in leather tubes running back and forth. The horse thief on horseback skillfully drew his bow, and with a whoosh, the arrow pierced a weapon-wielding figure.

In the dazzling light of the fire, the man's body fell, the old man fell, and then the woman's... Child's ...... The tent also collapsed in the fire.

The wolf rider tore the tribe apart and ate them.

"Everyone immediately let the war horses rest, clean up the battlefield, and recover the arrows ......" Gao Sheng walked on the Shura field, issuing the order, and the dirt under his feet was a blood-colored footprint.

The tall black horse walked slowly into the place with its hooves, and the horse's hooves stopped, sinking into the already soft earth and squeezing out a dark red liquid.

"The eighth?" Gongsun stopped looking at the corpse spread out on the ground, narrowed his eyes, and reached out to take out a short bow from the back of the horse.

Gao Sheng stood there and gestured his fingers: "It's the ninth... Probably killed eight or nine hundred Huns...."

He opened his mouth and said the number with a smile, and in his field of vision, the figure on the war horse had already pulled the bowstring, and in the pile of corpses, a Hun woman who had had her arm cut off and was not dead groaned. Moan, struggling to sit up, the arrow puffed into her chest, and then she was dead.

After the short bow was inserted back into the sleeve, Gongsun Zhi got off the horse, handed over the war horse to the guard, and said to Gao Sheng as he walked: "Let the rescued Han slaves take care of the cattle and sheep, and go back in the direction of the enemy. ”

The burning tent was extinguished, the fire was poured out, the two walked through here and walked outside, the bonfire had been lit, some horse thieves and rescued Han slaves sat there and ate jerky, seven or eight iron pots found from the Huns, boiled horse meat, the smell of the broth made the people who had been fighting for a long time full of relish.

“…… Rushing in just now, an old man pulled his bow and shot at me, but fortunately, the horse was fast, rushed over and slashed with a knife, the old guy actually used his hand to block, and when he looked at his face, his arm fell off......."

Beside the fire, several horse thieves wiped the blood stains from their blades with grass, and boasted to the newly rescued Han slaves, and then laughed. Four or five Han slaves may have been here for many years, unclothed and thin, and when they heard the familiar language, their eyes were wet and red, their mouths opened slightly, and then they closed tightly, and when they heard the others laugh, they laughed a little too.

Looking at the direction where the laughter came from, Gao Sheng frowned: "Chief, will they be too noisy......"

"Let them be happy once, slaughtering nine tribes in a row is already the limit of the nerves, and it is good to relax at this moment."

Gongsun Zhi held his hands on his shoulders, caressed his plush in the wind, and sighed: "This time, we took advantage of the Huns to rob their homes, and those Han officials at the border, in fact, we were also offended, and between the two, we survived in the cracks...... Neither side will make us stronger. ”

"What does the leader mean that after the Huns raid the border this time, they will fight back?"

Gongsun Zhi smiled and looked at the gray sky, a snowflake fell down and fell on his face, cold and cold.

"It's snowing......"

…….

In November, when the first snow of winter finally fell on the steppe, this team of more than 200 people soon made the Huns want to eat its flesh and skin raw. On November 7, this small group of horse thieves roamed the steppe and wiped out 18 small tribes, all men and women, old people and children, without exception.

The bloody storm swept across the grassland across hundreds of miles with this snowfall, and when a Hun cavalry of about 500 people heard the news and looked for this group of horse thieves, the other party directly attacked their tribe in a roundabout way, and when they came back, there were not many old and weak people in the tribe who could survive, and children, women and a large number of cattle and sheep were also burned alive by the other party.

Corpses spread all over the tribe.

For the steppe people, this was a guarantee to survive the winter, and everyone ran wild in the wilderness almost like crazy, searching for this gang of horse thieves who were as fierce and cunning as wolves.

……

The Huns' Daxu floated in the wind and snow.

The new Southern Xiongnu Shan Yu Xubu Gudu Marquis listened to the information coming from all directions, and he initiated the raid on the border this time, and even about the death of Qiangqu, there is also his shadow, and the raid on the side allows his people to spend this winter in peace, in order to gather more people's hearts and stabilize their position.

In charge of the overall situation, he moved his camp near the border of the Han Dynasty to boost morale. However, compared to the sick emperor of the Han Dynasty, he was in the prime of life at this time, and as long as he let the grassland departments live in peace for a few years, he would also have the strength to wrestle with the Han Dynasty.

Shan Yu in the tent, with a big beard and majestic eyes, listened to the news from all directions, and nodded with satisfaction, but when the scout said that the grassland was not peaceful recently, and a horse thief slaughtered a dozen or twenty small tribes, the superior Shan Yu frowned, waved his hand, and was not angry.

"A group of pony thieves let the people below go to surround and suppress." His voice was hoarse and low, "....... it's snowing for days these days, and it's almost time to collect the troops, so stay here, and I'm a little depressed." ”

He got up from the fur cushion, beckoned a few relatives to step on the war horse, and went to the nearby hunting, and the henchmen came up to persuade him: "Da Danyu, bring more people, after all, this is too close to the border of the Han people." ”

The Marquis of Subu did not care about such words, and there was no intention of hunting when there were too many people, so he only took four or five knights with him, and after half an hour, they met a lone wolf.

"Hahaha...... Just missing a wolf blanket. The Marquis of the Beard Bone chased after him with a bow and arrows, but was dodged by the wolf.

The big blue-gray wolf shook his ears and turned to run.

A little further east, the size of the horse team of more than 300 people is in a hill under the woods to rest hidden, Gongsun Zhi led more than 10 people, orthodox they will divide the sound of the wolf's throat, under what circumstances the sound is attacking, when the sound is the encirclement, most of these people are new Han slaves, after more than ten days of killing, people have changed a lot, not as timid and afraid of people as before.

Bang Bang Bang ...... The wolf's paw ran on the withered yellow grass.

A blue-gray figure ran into everyone's sight, and Gongsun Zhi smiled with the wolf's throat: "It seems that a lone wolf was brought over......

Soon, however, his smile ceased, and five or six figures on horseback appeared from behind the grassy knoll, chasing the wolf and galloping towards them.

“…… It also attracted a few Huns....." Gongsun Zhi stretched out his hand, and someone handed him a bow and arrow.

Over there, the Marquis of the Beard Bone slowed down for a moment, and also found more than a dozen figures in front of the forest on the opposite side, and for a moment of frowning, he saw the other party pulling his bow and hurriedly turned around.

The arrow flew whizzing, he felt a pain behind him, that is, he knew that he had been hit by the arrow, he waved his hand to the entourage around him, several Hun knights hurriedly blocked behind him, the horse's hooves galloped, and then ran back up the grass knoll and disappeared quickly

Gongsun Zhi threw the bow to his subordinates, "The shot was crooked, and it was nailed to the buttocks, but unfortunately, it seems that the other party is still a nobleman." ”

The sun is setting in the west.

When they returned to the woods and told the people what had happened, they were laughed. However, what they didn't know, including Gongsun Zhi, was that the person he shot was Shan Yu of the Southern Xiongnu, and the other party also died of a recurrence of sores in the second year.

Of course, that's a story for later.

PS: This Sulbu Guduhou was indeed Shan Yu who became a man in 188, and he died the next year, which is very bizarre.... So the spring breeze processed it a little.