Less than an hour after Yan Ming and the others left the Menba tribe, smoke and dust rose on the northern grasslands, and a cavalry of thousands of people came to the wind. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe knights on the horse are vigorous, each wielding a scimitar. It looks fierce and heroic.

Led by a middle-aged man, with a black braided rope tied on his forehead, his loose hair tied at random behind his head, dressed in burlap clothes unique to the north, but his arms were exposed, and his strong biceps brachii brachii showed off his strength.

"Great King, ahead is the territory of the Momba clan." The cavalry scout came over and reported to the man.

This man is none other than Dugal. The Momba belong to a small tribe in their jurisdiction, and they are the most inconspicuous of those kinds.

"The wolf smoke was released by the Momba clan, have you inquired clearly?" Dugel asked without stopping, but out of breath.

"I just asked the patriarch of the Menba tribe and said that he was attacked by a small force of the Han army. Many men of the Menba tribe died in battle, and the corpses of our people were also found, as well as the corpses of several Han Chinese disguised as civilians. The scout said.

"Let's take a look!" can be the little king of Monan, Du Gall is not an ordinary character, he believes in his scouts, but he believes in his eyes even more.

The Momba tribe is a tragic scene after the war.

The woman put her arms around the child and looked at the cavalry like a hurricane with tears in her eyes. Still others are digging pits to bury the bodies of those killed in battle.

The steppe people are indeed strong, they have a wolf-like character. The women and children, even though they had just lost their loved ones, were still gritting their teeth and digging pits, burying their loved ones and the enemies who killed them.

Their years of nomadism make them not choose to let their enemies go wild with corpses. Because the decay of the corpse breeds a huge number of bacteria, producing a terrifying plague.

"Smack!" A whip shadow came down.

A thin figure who was burying the body flew out with a whip and fell on the grass not far away. The boy looked at the knight on the horse, his eyes were full of anger, but he held back and did not have a seizure.

The knight on the horse jumped down and shook the half-buried dead man in the pit with his scimitar, then stood up straight and shouted in Xiongnu to the back: "It's a member of the Menba tribe, and the wound is indeed caused by the weapons of the Han Dynasty." ”

Later, Du Gall's face was gloomy, he looked at the remaining old, weak, sick and disabled people of the Menba tribe, and finally his eyes fell on the old patriarch, and he said coldly: "It is said that the Menba tribe and the Han people are close. Be careful, the Prairie Eagle is not blind! ”

The old patriarch of the Momba tribe leaned over and respectfully saluted Dugal.

"Also, this year's New Year is good, do you want to send more cattle and sheep from the Menba tribe?" Dougall added. The knight behind him laughed.

The old patriarch of the Menba tribe raised his head, and his lips were a little dry: "The war just now has exhausted the lives of the young men of the Menba tribe, please leave a root for the Menba tribe!" ”

"Fart, a few more cows, a few horses, does it work? Useless! A hawk-faced man wearing a green cloth on his head next to Duggal said.

Menba looked at the man, it was Sanjay, Dugal's most warlike warrior. is also the most ferocious Sanjay, who wiped out countless small clans, and his hands are stained with the blood of the Huns and Han Chinese.

"It's useless, it's really useless. The Momba people will come in to offer cattle and sheep as they are in time! Menba bowed his head, and the Menba clan at this moment could no longer withstand the wind and waves.

"Alright, bury our warriors. Send the carrion of the Han dog to the ground as fertilizer, and the grass here will grow stronger next year! Duggall smiled and said, "And we, we are going to pursue those Han dogs, go to reinforce our warriors, and kill Han dogs." ”

"Kill the dog, kill the dog!"

"A woman who robbed the Han people."

"Yes, their women have fine skin and tender flesh, fair skin, and a smell of fragrance!"

This group of steppe wolves talks about Han women, like a few family treasures. At first glance, it has harmed the Han people. Every time Shan is on the king's side, these little kings' armies will be gathered, and it is their biggest harvest season except for autumn.

In the border fortress of the Han Dynasty, not only could you harvest cattle, sheep and horses, but also a large number of jewels and silks, and most importantly, women.

"Okay, this year's pasture is very good, and when the autumn is high and the horse is fat, Da Dan Yu will definitely organize a hunt. At that time, Han women were indispensable. Dougall laughed wildly.

"Menba, tell me which direction those Han people are going? Isn't it just that the man is dead? When the time comes, grab more Han women who are good to give birth to, but it won't be long before there will be many prairie eagles in the Menba tribe! ”

Menba's wrinkled face was piled with a smile, and he said, "Honorable King, they walked to the mountains of Yin Mountain and Helan Mountain. If they chase quickly, they should be able to stop them before they flee to Shuofang City. ”

Du Gall was stunned for a moment, and asked him to follow the army to fight, and bully the Biansaihan army by the way, he could still do it. But if the lone army went deep into the border of the Han Dynasty and attacked Shuofang City, he didn't have the courage.

Although Shuofang City only had a few thousand defenders, it did not have many cavalry. But the Han people are good at guarding and scheming, and it is not a good thing to go deep alone.

"The Han people are scheming, and I don't think they may escape back to Shuofang. Sorcerer, divination, where did the Han flee to? Duggall asked.

"Yes!" From behind, a short thin man jumped out, jumping and jumping, looking a little obscene. Sure enough, there are differences between the south and the north.

The god stick of the Han Dynasty, each immortal wind bone. And this Hun god stick wrote the label of the god stick on his face.

This obscene god came out, and there were words in his mouth, and even the Huns might not be able to understand what he said. I saw him mutter, took out a few bones of different lengths, shook them in his hand, and threw them on the ground.

All the people looked at the bones of the ground.

The obscene god pointed to the longest bone on the ground and said, "My king, the direction indicated by the Immortal Heavenly Grassland God is northwest!" ”

Sure enough, the longest bone pointed to the northwest.

A hint of anxiety flashed on Menba's face, because Yan Ming and the others were really heading northeast.

Duggal looked at the bones on the ground, and then at the obscene stick, with a look of approval in his eyes. As long as he didn't go to Shuofang City, he didn't care where he went.

In his heart, Duggal believed in Menba, and the reason why he asked the Stick Wizard to guide him was to escape. As a god stick, if you can't accurately determine the master's thoughts, I'm afraid that your head has been cut off several times by a scimitar.

Therefore, at the moment when the bones fell, the wizard's hand also quietly used a little force and played a little trick.

But God is so good at playing tricks on people, and the result of this little trick points to the direction that Yan Ming and the others sneaked into. Dugall's nearly 2,000 cavalry, following the direction of the tribal wizards, rode away like a steppe hurricane.

"Banjo, Banjo, hurry up and bring the little general's entourage, surpass Dugal's men, and inform the little general!" Menba waited for Dougall to walk away before shouting.

Cheng Xin didn't wait for Banjo to get on his horse, he had already ridden a horse and led a horse, and rushed out of the door.

Banjo walked over slowly, and said with a reluctant expression: "Grandpa Menba, why do we still have to defend the Han people. If it weren't for the Han Chinese, we wouldn't have killed and injured so many people today! ”

"Shut up!" The door snapped, and the old body looked extremely majestic: "If it weren't for Natu's betrayal, how could we end up like this?" You see, Dougal is a wolf, and he wants us to sacrifice more cattle and sheep! Immortal God, you tell Menba, whether to choose a Han, or continue to endure endless suffering on this grassland! ”

Seeing Menba look up and ask the sky bitterly, Banjo cried. The whole tribe of Momba wept.

The wind blew through the grassland, setting off a whistling sound, and at this moment, it seemed that the grassland was crying.

The so-called, the people are bitter, and the people are suffering!

And that's it!