The night in the Hulunbuir grassland is peaceful and tranquil.

The moon caresses the fluff of the earth like a warm hand, caring for it to fall asleep.

Occasionally, a few blue wolves cross the hilly and undulating skyline, their sturdy silhouettes leaving a trail of lightning on the horizon.

A buzzing tremor came from afar.

The steppe seemed to be frightened, and the weeds trembled, forming waves of fear that rippled towards the camp.

Burigood was sleeping soundly in his yurt, and on his naked broad pectoral muscles lay a Jiangnan woman bought from Dadu, delicate and lovely, gentle and affectionate, which made him want to stop.

The tremors became more and more violent, and the grass seemed to know that death was near, and with all their last strength, they shook their bodies wildly in an almost collective carnival manner, and they wanted to show the world their last dance until they were crushed in the mud by their iron hooves.

Burigood awoke from his dream, he was the best warrior on the steppe, and the eagle soaring on horseback knew where this tremor came from.

He didn't even have time to get dressed, and rushed out of the tent almost naked with his bow and arrows and scimitar.

Judging from the dense tremors, a large team of horses was galloping towards their territory.

The jet-black tide in the distance confirmed his judgment, and the current hour was definitely not a friend.

"Enemy attack! Defense! ”

He waved goodbye to the world with a warning sound, and then was pierced through the chest by the spear that burst through the air, and was nailed to the tent.

There was no sound of rushing, no neighing of war horses.

Only the more rapid and fierce sound of horses' hooves invaded like a storm.

A flurry of rockets fell on the tents, and Burigood's camp burst into flames.

The tribal warriors who rushed out of their tents to meet the enemy began to fire their bows and arrows as fast as they could, trying to slow down the enemy.

Others grabbed their scimitars and prepared to step on their horses and slaughter all the enemies who attacked.

However, the enemy did not leave any chance at all, and the cavalry devoured the tribal camp like a meat grinder.

Scimitos, hammers, arrows, spears, these weapons perform the most primitive functions, killing wantonly.

Flesh, bones, and the breath of death enveloped the tribe like lightning.

The sound of women and children crying and screaming broke the silence of the night.

On the skyline, the silhouette of a blue wolf rests there, seemingly staring at the tribe, as if waiting for a piece of the pie.

……

In the melee, a black horse tossed wantonly, rushing left and right, as if entering a no-man's land.

The general on the horse was a burly man, and a large horse chopping knife in his hand shone in the bleak moonlight, and each swing would bring a wave of blood in the night sky.

Sou~

Herod~

I don't know where to shoot a wolf's tooth arrow, right in the eye of the black horse.

The black horse was in unbearable pain, and its front hooves were flying.

The immediate generals struggled to keep it under control.

The horse's two hooves fell with a bang, shattering the ribcage of one of the drummers, slipping and falling sideways.

The general hurriedly jumped with his feet off his feet, and his feet rose a little on the horse's back.

"Hahh!!" He let out a loud shout, and the sword in his hand slashed a bolt of lightning in the night sky, striking the head of a tribal warrior from above.

Click.

The force of the knife was a thousand pounds, and the sharp blade slashed through the skull.

The tribal warriors were killed instantly.

The general wanted to withdraw his hand, but found that the broad, snow-white blade had been selected into most of his head and stuck in the crack of the bone.

On the battlefield, it is changing rapidly.

Just as he was stunned, an enemy suddenly appeared on the flank, roaring and waving his hammer and rushing over.

The general rolled to the side, picked up a scimitar from the ground and slashed at the enemy's leg, and then took advantage of the opponent's fall to cut off the enemy's head with a single sword.

The general smoothed the sword in his hand and joined the battle group on foot.

He is a Jianghu man, and his killing skills are more powerful than those on the horse.

The scimitar is like a raging storm, sweeping away the lives of nearby enemies.

In half an hour, the tribe of Burigood was slaughtered.

The general threw the bladed scimitar in his hand to the ground, removed one of the enemy's flags, wiped the blood from his hands, turned to Břigood's side, and picked up the bow next to the corpse.

"Good bow! Good bow! He pulled down his veil and admired the bow.

This general is one of the three dragons of Mobei who Bu Xiu and others collected and paid at Juyong Pass, Xiang Yunlong.

Bang dang.

When Xiang Yunlong stroked the bow and arrow, there was a sound of hitting the utensils in the tent behind the corpse.

"What people!" Xiang Yunlong rushed out the wolf's tooth arrow, pulled his bow like a full moon and aimed it at the yurt.

Several of his personal attendants rushed in with torches with their steel knives in their hands, and it was unlikely that they would come out with a single person.

"General, it's a girl!"

The girl clasped her hands tightly on her chest, and in the light of the torches, she was delicate and beautiful, with a graceful figure, and a frightened demeanor that was endearing. He's just wearing a layer of tulle, and he's very sultry. The big men had just experienced a massacre, and they were excited and learned how to stand this.

Xiang Yunlong's eyes lit up, "Damn, this Mongolian Tartar knows how to enjoy it better, like such a beauty, she has to be the top brand in the kiln!" ”

The girl looked around in horror, as if she had thought of what her fate should be.

A thinly dressed woman, surrounded by dozens of horse bandits...

Outcome... It can well be imagined... The only way to avoid humiliation is to kill herself, but she doesn't want to die!

The girl looked at her in horror, and was looking his enemy chief up and down.

Xiang Yunlong pulled out the gun inserted in Burigood's body, picked up the girl's chin with the tip of the gun, looked up and down a dozen times, and then took a deep breath.

"Someone! Take all the property, soldiers, cattle, sheep, horses, women and children of the tribe! Then a trace of anger flashed in his eyes: "The rest, not an inch of grass is left!" ”

……

The Liang Wang's Mansion was brightly lit, and the surrounding night was even darker.

In the dark night, a group of men in black swam quickly to the corner of the wall, and then climbed up with the help of a linen-wrapped Ruyi hook, hiding behind the slope directly opposite the living room.

……

"Lord Wang, it's a person from the grassland!"

In the living room of King Liang's mansion, the housekeeper waited for King Liang to sit down on the Taishi chair, and took a sip of the teacup with an impatient face.

King Liang's improvement eased a lot: "Come to think of it, there must be something urgent, call him in." ”

"Lord Wang! Rajah! The people who came were dusty, ragged, almost crawling, and rushed into the parlor crying: "Our territory has suddenly been looted by horse thieves!" ”

King Liang was shocked: "What about the loss!" ”

The visitor cried: "There is nothing left but corpses all over the ground and the remains that have been burned by fire!"

King Liang turned his back on the sigh of "ah" and sat down in his chair.

At the same time as the messenger rushed into the living room.

On the slope of the house, the leader of the men in black motioned to his men to wait silently.

Boom!

A loud bang broke the silence of the night.

The man in black on the slope of the house was all too familiar with the voice.

With a wave of the leader's hand, the black man popped out of the ridge and pointed his gun at the living room.

Immediately after, he saw the ragged messenger rushing out of the door.

"There are assassins!" The butler held King Liang's body and shouted in the living room.

At this time, King Liang's head had a hole the thickness of a thumb, and his two eyes were staring at the front, with nostalgia and reluctance.

"There are assassins! There are assassins! The butler shouted hoarsely!

There are fifteen or sixteen masters living in the palace of King Liang, all of whom were recruited by King Liang with a lot of money.

The masters are usually responsible for patrolling the night guards, and when they heard the shouts of the butlers, they rushed to the meeting room as fast as they could, ready to show their loyalty with blood.

But as soon as they stood still in the courtyard, they were beaten into a sieve by a flurry of gunfire.

The sound that was more terrifying than thunder resounded through Zhongqing City.

……

"Report! Report to the lord, King Liang was attacked, and there were 175 people in the whole house, and none of them were spared! ”

The prime minister of Yunnan Province was painting in the study at this time, and when he heard the news, the audience's brush fell on the rice paper, and the red rape fainted out a large blood stain!

"Quickly seal the city gates and search for criminals!" The prime minister almost roared for his men to pass the order.

When he hurried to King Liang's mansion, there was nothing but the bloody corpses that were beaten everywhere.

Layers of cold sweat broke out on the back of the provincial prime minister, and if it weren't for the support of his subordinates, he would almost fall to the ground.

He stammered almost in despair: "Speed... Quick bulletin Khan...

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