Uyan was in his huge camp, nervously reorganizing his tribesmen.

Hundreds of thousands of cattle and sheep, nearly 150,000 of their own tribal people, and tens of thousands of slaves, all of which need to be sorted out.

Since the past few days, the tribes of the south and west and east have not gathered again, and this situation has made Uyan more and more alarmed.

And the son's 20,000 horses, at the beginning, there were messengers to and fro to inform the news of the trip, but it was also a few days ago, and there was no news at all, as if it had disappeared out of thin air, like a mud cow into the sea. This made Uyan's heart even heavier. A serious crisis overwhelmed him.

If you think about the benefits, it is his son who is young and vigorous, and he may have taken 20,000 elites south to the Han realm, but in any case, the messengers who come and go should have a back and forth.

There is another possibility, that is, his 20,000 elite troops have been wiped out.

The whole army annihilated his 20,000 elites, and he felt terrifying when he thought about it, what kind of terrifying enemy would it be.

And really, what makes people even more desperate and frightened is that they don't know who the enemy they are facing, and they don't know where their enemies are.

This kind of fear and despair can simply make people crazy, and now old Wuyan always feels in the dark, on the top of the big tent, there is always a pair of eyes with the breath of death staring at him, which makes him wake up in shock in his dreams several times.

"Butler, butler." Uyan called out to his butler.

The butler trotted in: "Master, what are your orders?" ”

"In the big tent, light a few more mutolin lamps." Uyan yelled nervously.

It was broad daylight, the door of the big tent was open, there was plenty of sunlight pouring in, it was not dim at all, especially, there were already a few mutton fat lamps that had been lit before, in fact, the big tent was already brighter than the outside, but the oil lamps were burning mutton fat, and a pungent smell of mutton food permeated the entire tent, making people breathless.

"Master, let's go outside, the sun is warm outside." The housekeeper kindly reminded him.

Wu Yan also felt that he was too nervous, so he nodded and walked outside the tent, but as soon as he took two steps, there was a rapid sound of horses' hooves outside the tent, and Wu Yan immediately became alert: "Go and see, are those messengers back?" ”

The butler hurriedly turned around and walked out, but as soon as he got out of the tent, a war horse rushed forward and knocked him directly to the ground. And the war horse didn't close its hooves and crashed directly into the big tent.

Wu Yan was suddenly startled, picked up the treasure knife beside him, swung the treasure knife out, and cut off the head of the war horse with a knife, with a blood splashing out, the war horse fell to the ground, at this time, a figure rolled off the war horse and fell to the ground, and I didn't know whether it was dead or alive.

At this time, there was a commotion outside the tent, and a group of guards rushed in with knives and guns and surrounded the man.

Wu Yan held the knife and whispered to the captain of the guard, "See if you are dead or alive." ”

The captain of the guard immediately stepped forward, turned over the body, and touched his neck: "There is still a breath." ”

"Wake him up."

The escort was about to run out when he turned around, and Wu Yan scolded: "Useless stupid." As he spoke, he stepped forward directly with his own treasure knife and stabbed the man's thigh.

The knife fell and screamed, and the unconscious man woke up under severe pain, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that it was his king, and his expression immediately became excited, and Wu Yan's heart tightened, knowing that this was a return to the light, so he didn't say anything wordy, and asked directly: "Who are you?" ”

The man gasped and replied, "Lord Qiyu, I am a subordinate of the eldest prince. ”

Wu Yan's pupils shrank sharply, and the ominous feeling became more real.

"How is the eldest prince now?"

"When the eldest prince encountered the Han army, we attacked with all our might, and finally the whole army was annihilated."

"How many Han troops are there?"

"No less than 20,000."

"How long have you been fighting?"

"An hour."

"How many kills."

"Less than five hundred." Then the man grabbed Uyan by the arm and suggested with the best of his strength: "The Han army is marching so fast that we can't even escape, please king, king—" and then tilted his head and died.

Shaking off this dead man's hand, Wu Yan's body slowly fell down, the original arrogant head began to lower, the treasure knife in his hand slowly loosened, and finally fell to the ground with a bang, slowly turned around, and walked towards the outside of the big tent, now, he felt that this big tent was full of death, making him feel suffocated.

The captain of the guard hurriedly trotted up, wanting to help him, but Uyan shook off his hand, and slowly walked to a haystack and sat down on it.

Son, the only son is gone, he is not sad that his son died in battle, Wuhuan people, since the day he was born, death has been with them, from the moment he fell to the ground, he lived to be able to ride a war horse and pick up a scimitar, which was already a miracle.

Death on the battlefield is a glorious ending, and there is nothing to complain about.

However, the eldest prince is his only sustenance, he died in battle, and he died in the war with the Han people, which made him unwilling, absolutely unwilling.

Now he began to worry, worried about his fate and the fate of his tribe, and began to worry about whether he would be able to die in this tribe.

He commanded the chief of the guard who was full of concern: "Go and call the second marshal, and the five marshals come over." "After thinking about it," call Little Seventeen again. ”

The second, the fifth handsome, is Wuyan's own brother, and the only remaining adult brother, seventeen, is also his half-brother, but he is still a child.

The captain of the guard hurriedly ran out, looking for the two marshals and Xiao Seventeen.

Unexpectedly, Wuyan's little seventeenth Wuhe heard the news and hurriedly ran over: "Big brother, what's the matter?" ”

Seeing his little brother's anxious look, Wu Yan let out a sigh of relief and patted the haystack beside him: "Come on, sit with my brother for a while." ”

The younger brother sat meekly beside Wu Yan, and when he saw the eldest brother's painful face, he didn't dare to ask anything, so he could only wait for the eldest brother to take the initiative to speak with a concerned face.

In the blink of an eye, the two marshals also hurried over, and when they saw the eldest brother sitting on the haystack for the first time, they couldn't help but be surprised and asked again and again.

After a long time, Wu Yan said weakly: "Your nephew died in battle." ”

"What?" Wu He jumped up in shock: "What did you say?" ”

Wu Yan tilted his head and looked at the expression of his little brother, which was full of anxiety and disbelief and pain, and there was no hint of hypocrisy.

Gently glanced at the two adult brothers, in their eyes, a trace of ecstasy was seen by the sensitive Uyan, although this trace of ecstasy was just fleeting, it was covered by shock and pain, but this flash of ecstasy, like a steel needle, pierced Uyan's heart, and pierced Uyan's heart, which could never be pulled out again.

The two younger brothers also began to jump to their feet and roar, pulling out the treasure knives at their waists one after another, slashing indiscriminately, and shouting in their mouths to avenge their nephews.

(End of chapter)