4th year of Jian'an, April 20, north.

The drizzle gradually stopped, the mist in the mountains was filled with the majestic, beautiful White Wolf Mountain, the winding mountain range appeared particularly silent and solemn in this cloudy day, the mountain can occasionally see the smoke rising over the forest end, at the foot of the mountain, the Wuhuan tribe is scattered in groups of three or five, forming a huge clan camp, stretching out dozens of miles, even hundreds of miles along the center of the White Wolf Mountain, you can see the settlement of the Wuhuan people, and even many Han people are mixed in.

Closer to the farther northwest, cattle and sheep slightly fanned their long ears, leisurely and comfortably gnawing on the tender green grass, the quiet river flows through this field, the war clouds from afar have not yet blown into the ears of ordinary herdsmen, after the spring snow melts, the herdsmen who live by grazing naturally choose to let the cattle and sheep who are hungry for a winter eat and grow fat, unlike usual, most of the Wuhuan people have brought bows and arrows, bone knives or inferior hunting knives at this time, after all, the Han soldiers have slaughtered Wuhuan herdsmen in recent years more or less happened in this land, Let them have more or less vigilance and fear in their hearts.

However, this is the season when the rain is in full bloom, when the grass is growing, the green of the mountains and fields will be prepared for the cattle and sheep for the winter, even if there is a big war, it will not burn so quickly here, and most of the Wuhuan herdsmen continue to graze in such a tense and lucky atmosphere.

Close to Xianbei pasture, there are more than 120 miles away from Pinggang, and there are more than 100 miles away from the range of White Wolf Mountain, this field is the farthest Wuhuan people's range of activities from White Wolf Mountain, belonging to Liaoxi Wuhuan Shan Yu Nengchen arrived, in order to protect the people from being harassed by the Han cavalry in Liaodong, often also sent Wuhuan cavalry to patrol around, and occasionally stationed in the local herdsman tribe to rest for half a day, continue to patrol until it was dark.

On this morning, the sky was gloomy, Qi Meng, who had slept all night in the herdsman's tent with other people's mothers-in-law, put on his pants and walked out, revealing his dark and strong upper body and turned on the horse, and his more than 200 horsemen also came out of the surrounding tents to gather on the horse, so that more than ten equestrian masters first went to the distance to inspect and check, and then the brigade slowly walked out of this small tribe to do today's routine inspection.

Just after the hour, Qi Meng led more than 100 people to walk a hillside, chatting and laughing with his subordinates behind him: "I will go back today to resume my life and hand over, the woman in the tribe last night is good, go back and take it with you." Behind him, more than a hundred people burst out laughing.

In the distance, sentry arrows rose into the sky.

“…… Shan Yu is uniting the Wuhuan tribes, and then counting the Xianbei side, there are seventy or eighty thousand horsemen, it seems that those Han people still dare to come, my Wuhuan people have grown on horseback since childhood, how can they lose to them in riding battles......"

After saying this, the arrow just sounded in the distant sky, Qi Meng stopped talking and laughing, frowned slightly, stopped the war horse, and when he raised his arm, the subordinates behind him also stopped, and looked at the sky with him.

"Looks like there's an accident over there...... Go with me......"

Before the words were finished, Qi Meng, who had already walked down the hill, looked ahead, and several of his subordinates who had been sent out before were galloping frantically towards this side.

"Han Chinese...... Here it is—"

The Wuhuan cavalry rushing towards this side was also speaking, and the last two words suddenly let out a loud shout. Then, with a whoosh in the air, the galloping figure dismounted, and Qi Meng's vision crossed them, and a cavalry of dozens of people turned around the end of the forest and was pursuing.

"Kill them—"

With a bang, he pulled out his sword, grabbed the belly of the horse and rushed up, and more than a hundred Wuhuan cavalry around him also galloped and scattered at this time, holding their bows and arrows and shooting at the Han people over there.

……

In front of the forest, the scout leader of the gallop, Li Heizi, came first in the early morning of this day, close to the edge of the Wuhuan range, and met several Wuhuan scouts at dawn, and the scouts under his command were not newly recruited recruits in the Northland, they were separated from the earliest group of people who had followed the Wolf King, most of them were the former batch of two thousand white horses from the inside, and Yuan Shao, Xianbei people, and even Yuan Shu, Lu Bu's scouts fought hard battles, the squad was already a strong horse in the world, and now a few years have passed, The flame in their hearts longing to return to the battlefield has never been extinguished.

Now the hope has finally come.

The sound of the horse's hooves galloping shook the blood in the body, and in front of his sight, he could clearly see the flying arrows, Li Heizi suddenly grabbed the horse and leaned over, the trajectory of the flight passed above him, and in the ups and downs, he straightened up, quickly pulled the bow, and shot an arrow on the back of the Wuhuan man who was still fleeing.

The figure on the horseback in front of him rolled off the horse, Li Heizi directly abandoned the bow, held the handle of the knife on his waist, and his pupils constricted to calculate the distance of more than 100 Wuhuan riders, after the first pair of shots, he had lost the distance of archery, the two sides directly hedged against the horses, the wolf horse scout abandoned the bow, pressed the hilt, and clamped the horse's belly hard, the speed of the horse's hooves became faster and faster, at the moment of approaching, Li Heizi shrank his head to avoid the blade that came from the chop, pulled out the knife fiercely, struggled to the side, and shouted: "We...... Kill!! ”

Blades, war horses, and figures staggered together in the blink of an eye, Li Heizi roared, the scimitar in his hand lightly wiped the air, and easily cut through the simple leather armor along the arc, and the moment the blood splashed out, the Wuhuan cavalry that staggered directly fell off the horse and rolled a few times on the ground. Behind him, the rest of the scouts straddled the corpse rolling on the ground, and drew their knives without pause or hesitation, colliding with the spears stabbed in the hands of a Wuhuan cavalryman, the war horses staggered, and someone handed out the blade again from the rear, and cooperated with his companions to cut off the arm of the Wuhuan cavalry who was not in time to collect the gun, screamed miserably, and fell off the horse.

Dozens of people were fearless in life and death extended into the formation of more than 100 people, some people in the gallop pulled their bows and arrows, and then drew their knives and slashed, and the warning whistle arrows were still shooting into the sky, but the wolf horse scouts who suddenly came in had already fought with them, and the viscous blood plasma splashed out wantonly on the bodies of the people on both sides.

"Entangled them in a formation and held out for a quarter of an hour!!" Li Heizi rushed to the front, roared loudly, waved his hand and blocked the blade of the side chop with the bow in his hand, handed the scimitar over with his backhand, and chopped the person to death.

Qi Meng, who wandered around and did not join the battle group, saw that the Han people were so fierce, and the Liaodong Han cavalry he saw on weekdays was completely different, and a bad premonition rose in his heart.

A little farther around, the signal from the whistle arrows that sounded in the sky one after another, many patrolling Wuhuan cavalry heard it and were rushing this way, but not far from the direction of the battle, the front army, which had always kept a certain marching distance from the scouts, was also coming.

On a hillside, a white giant wolf banner gradually revealed the top of the mountain, standing on it with the morning wind rolling, the white war horse neighed excitedly, a silver spear hung quietly on the soil, indifferent eyes reflected the scene of the battle there, behind him, when the cloak was waved and caressed, more cavalry stepped on the roar spread......

"White wolf obedience!" In the wolf collar armor, on the cold and majestic face, the lips were lightly opened.

"In!"

Gentian Phoenix roared, lifted, and then pressed forward, his voice in a low voice, "Crush them-"

The rows of horses' hooves that trampled lightly on the spot turned into a huge thunder and walked across the land in the next second, and thousands of cavalry set off huge waves in the morning light and crashed away.