Northwest grassland, cloudy.

A fur sewn tent is scattered into an irregular circle, this is a tribe of 100 people, or a family, under the gloomy sky, the herdsmen come and go, some drive the cattle and sheep back to the pen, make a noisy noise, it is about to rain, a Hun woman got out of the tent, shouted a few words to the two fourteen or fifteen-year-old Hun children who were playing, and soon, the two children happily led the horses skillfully and turned over, and ran outside.

The cheerful figure on horseback marched forward, and after a while, in the field of vision, in the distance, there was a white flock of sheep, and occasionally the head of the sheep chewing grass in its mouth raised and looked at the two horses running ahead. A Hun man wielding a whip rode slowly, shouting to drive away the stranded livestock.

Hearing the sound of horses' hooves, he looked over, smiled on his wrinkled face, and rode up to meet him.

"Did my little Legge come to see me back?"

In the two horses, one of the Hun girls smiled brightly, nodded, and pointed to the sky: "It's about to rain, Ah Nang let us come over and have a look...... Well...... What a sound..."

The Hun men were none other than their fathers.

At this time, hearing his daughter's doubts, he frowned and listened, and another half-grown boy on horseback pointed behind his father, and there were more than 100 figures in that direction across the grassy slope.

"Who are they?"

Suddenly, a wolf howled over there, and a knife was raised into the sky, and the war horse slowly stepped out, and then spread with a loud rumbling sound. The Hun man hurriedly took out his bow and arrows, and shouted: "Run!" "It's the one who draws his bow and takes his arrows at the enemy who rushes down there.

Whoosh –

Arrows fly in the sky.

From the other direction, nailed to the neck of the Hun man, blood splashed, the bow and arrow in his hand had not yet been shot, the body had fallen from the horse's back and fell on the grass, on the side, the black horse, the figure in a big coat led more than 100 people to gallop down the grass slope on the other side, glanced at the two Hun children who ran away on horseback, raised their arms, clenched their palms into fists, and the guards and horse thieves who followed around blew the wolf's throat tied to the neck.

In front, two Hun children on horseback bit their lips and galloped in fear, and a whine sounded behind them... Woo... Oh... The boy turned back in surprise, and in his sight, a war horse rushed towards him, slashing with a blade.

His pupils tightened instantly, and then his gaze was thrown high, and the heads of countless people and horses rolled up mud and dust from below.

With a young head, it flew into the sky, and the headless corpse gushed blood on the horse's back and ran again before falling down. The head fell, and was caught by a horse thief and waved above his head, crying out: "Ho! Fierce shouts.

The horse's hooves approached like thunder.

Someone around the tribal tent heard the movement, and when she was lying on the ground and listening, the Hun girl waved her arms and rode a horse to shout something in the distance, and rushed over in a hurry.

Someone behind him pulled the bow, and the strings hummed and trembled.

Poof-

A feathered arrow was nailed to the girl's back, and the face with eyes was still filled with fear, and she pounced from the horse with a sigh in her mouth, and the young body rolled under the horse's hooves, and the whole Hun camp became noisy and chaotic, and the girl's mother "Wow! With a cry, they rushed up to grab the child's body, and the old men and young men of the clan roared angrily and got into the tent and took out spears, bows and arrows.

In the next second, the horse's hooves stepped into the camp, advancing at high speed, waving the blade, blood lines flying, and the Hun woman holding the girl's corpse fell, blurred by the flesh and blood trampled by the countless horses' hooves that followed.

An old man rushed out of the tent with a spear in his hand and shouted "Wow! The shout, stabbed into the chest of the bumping war horse, the terrible neighing of the horse, the loud bang of the forelimbs of the war horse, pressed on the thin and old figure, the horse's body slid on the ground with inertia, dragging out half a foot of blood, leaving only a pair of dark and thin soles exposed.

The fallen horse grinned and wanted to get up, and the Huns who rushed around him swung their knives and slashed, and from the black war horse in front, a person reached out and pulled his scimitar against the Huns who raised the knife from the bottom to the top.

The severed limbs and blood poured into the face of the horse thief lying on the ground, and then, he got up, picked up the weapon, and roared hideously, and flew at the screaming figure holding the broken arm, slashed the opponent in the chest with his sword, and kicked it out.

In the chaos, the figure on horseback lit a torch and threw it on the tent, the flames rose in a moment, the smoke swept up into the sky with the wind, and a small part of the entire tribe had fallen into the flames, and the burning body was running around, making a heart-rending scream. The Huns who resisted were not absent, but most of them participated in the robbery of the border, and there were too few left behind.

Soon after, the revolt gradually subsided, and the undead and wounded were gathered together, trembling as they looked at the crowd of horse thieves who had gathered around.

Stomp .......

The sound of horses' hooves stopped in front of dozens of Hun captives, and Gongsun Zhi lowered his gaze to look down at them, and then beckoned Gao Sheng, "Let the new joiners come out of the ranks." ”

"Yes." The bald man nodded for a moment, put the big knife on his shoulder, turned around and yelled around: "Whoever doesn't have blood on his hands, come out immediately." ”

Dozens of new horse thieves looked at each other in trepidation and walked out slowly.

Gongsun Zhi closed his eyes and said, "Kill them." ”

Whew...... When the sword light was raised, the captured Huns opened their mouths and shouted, their voices became noisy, and they didn't know what to say, and then pushed the children around them out.

"What's the name of the noisy ghost?!" Gao Sheng touched the big bald head and wondered.

Next to him, a horse thief looked at a few children who were pushed out, and said in a low voice: "Second leader, they are saying that the children are not yet the height of the wheel, and according to the rules of the grassland, they are not warriors, and they hope that we will let these Hun children go." ”

Gao Sheng looked at the little faces with dark and hateful eyes shrunk in the arms of adults, some hesitation, looked at Gongsun Zhi, a drop of rain fell from the sky, and the figure on the war horse originally closed his eyes and opened them, and after a while, Da Yu raised his voice and shouted violently.

"Kill!"

Pieces of knives were raised, and some of the dozens of horse thieves laughed hideously, or rushed up with their eyes closed and chopped with their knives indiscriminately, the cold blades fell, bringing up a large piece of flesh and blood, and some people subconsciously reached out to block them with several knives, and in a blink of an eye, their arms flew up, and people's cries and screams converged into one. The blade-wielding horse thief was covered in blood on his upper body, and the blood seeped from under their feet and flowed through the soil to the outside.

The rain was falling heavily, and there was no sound from the captives who surrounded them.

Gongsun Zhi rode his horse and walked a few steps, looked at these horse thieves with bloody faces, raised his hand and waved: "Some of you are soft-hearted, I understand, I am also soft-hearted, but don't forget, your relatives, neighbors, there are also old people and children among them, but did the Huns let them go?" Did the Huns relent? ”

"The leader is right!" Someone opened his mouth to show Bai Sensen's teeth under the blood, reached out and slapped himself, tears mixed with blood flowed down together, "Just now I relented and forgot how my sister was killed by the Huns......"

As he spoke, he slapped again.

Someone around followed and slapped himself, and then there was a slap in the face, and some even cried. Gongsun Zhi raised his hand to tell them to stop, "So, I want to let the Huns know that there are wolves among the Han people!" Even more brutal. ”

"Yes!" Everyone yelled in response.

Raised hand, with a wave, "Go to the next Hun tribe." ”

The wolf howled.

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