"Everyone, prepare, charge!" The centurion drew his scimitar and raised it high.

"Retreat, retreat!" When Yan Ming saw the centurion's actions, he knew that things were not as he imagined. He yelled as he rushed forward with the convoy.

"Haha, you people sent to death." The centurion roared, and the scimitar in his hand slashed down, and the Huns behind him were about to charge.

Yan Ming's eyes were red, the so-called escort team of two or three hundred on his side was just a rabble. Dealing with more than a dozen Hun soldiers, he was hacked to death. Against the regular 100-man team, let alone winning, it is a problem to escape.

"Lao Tzu crossed over from the prosperous world and became a half-hung teacher in Dahan, but I didn't expect to fall into the Huns again, is it possible that he will die here?" Yan Ming was ruthless, and the scimitar in his hand was also raised.

Behind Yan Ming, there were not many people who dared to charge with Yan Ming. Most of them were so frightened that they ran back to their homes, hugging their families, shivering.

Now, there are no more than fifty people behind Yan Ming. The fifty or so people each opened their eyes and looked at the cavalry opposite.

"Woo-woo-" A series of horns suddenly sounded.

At the same time, in the northwest of the Hun camp in front, smoke and dust were everywhere. The drums of war rumbled.

"Oh no, the Yizhi evil army has attacked the camp, go back to the rescue." A herald shouted.

When the centurion heard this, he pointed at Yan Ming and scolded them: "It's all the enemy attack caused by this group of defectors, kill them first." ”

"The general ordered to return to the camp first, repel the Yizhi evil army, and then kill them." The herald shouted.

The centurion snorted coldly and galloped away with his cavalry in the direction of the main camp.

If you don't go at this time, you are a fool.

"Withdraw!" Yan Ming made a decision immediately.

"In which direction?" Someone asked.

Yan Ming was stunned for a moment.

The people of Manchester City, who were exploited and oppressed by the evil people in the north, wanted to submit to Yu Dan in the south, but were said to be defectors. In this way, neither of the two largest forces of the Xiongnu would allow them to survive in the steppe.

The first thing that turned in Yan Ming's mind was to take them to escape to the Han Dynasty.

However, the way back to the south has been blocked by Yu Shan. Now Yu Shan and Yi Zhi are officially at war. If you want to intersperse between the two armies and return to the southern Han Dynasty, it is simply difficult to go to the sky.

"East, retreat to the east." Yan Ming subconsciously ordered.

At this time, all the head Manchester City people regarded Yan Ming, the leader of the escort team, as the backbone. He said to the east, and there was absolutely no west.

"Throw away the cumbersome things, as long as the person is still there, these things outside the body will eventually come back." Yan Ming said as he urged the residents of Manchester City to help the old and the young.

Everyone was reluctant.

The two armies of Yu Shan and Yi Zhixie collided together, and there was a fierce battle sound of ghosts crying wolves. In the battle group, the previous centurion actually rushed out with dozens of people and pursued them in the direction of Yan Ming.

"Prepare for battle!" Yan Ming roared, leading people to retreat, blocking the dozens of Hun officers and soldiers who were chasing, and at the same time telling the residents of Touman City to retreat quickly.

"Fathers, throw away useless animals and money. Escape matters. Tu Mixuan stood up and shouted loudly. At the same time, he dismissed the remaining twenty sheep of his family, and fled forward with his old wife and Guduoyi's mother and daughter.

A few old men who were good friends with Tu Milu obediently drove the cattle and sheep out, and then fled eastward.

Seeing the cattle and sheep being driven out of the crowd, Yan Ming immediately retreated with the escorts. Such a large number of cattle and sheep should be able to stop the dozens of Hun soldiers who were chasing.

"Retreat, retreat." Among the people of Manchester City, the sound of retreat continued to sound.

The chasing centurion chased after him with dozens of men. When I saw those cattle and sheep, my eyes suddenly lit up. Compared to the snatching of these cattle and sheep, the killing of a few defectors from Manchester City seems to be insignificant.

"It's a great achievement to catch these cattle and sheep and drive them back." The centurion gave up pursuing the men of the head of the city tribe and began to pick up the cattle and sheep that had been thrown down.

"While they are picking up cattle and sheep, we will flee as quickly as we can." Yan Ming told Tu Mi Lu's father to take people away quickly, and he felt distressed when he looked at the cattle and sheep.

While Yudan's centurion was picking up cattle and sheep in the pen, the army of the Yizhi evil side also rushed out of a squad and began to compete with them for cattle and sheep.

In this grassland, whether it is Yu Dan's army or Yi Zhixie's army, it is only a thousand people. The conquest between the two sides was only a prelude to a large-scale campaign between two people who thought they were alone.

"There are changes." Yan Ming saw those Yizhi evil army rushing over, and suddenly had an idea in his heart.

"Are there any warriors, come with me to get some cattle and sheep back." Yan Ming shouted.

"Tu Micha, are you crazy?" Someone yelled.

Yan Ming's eyes were red, those cattle and sheep would be the food they fled eastward, if they couldn't get it back at all, they would starve to death sooner or later.

It is better to die in battle than to starve.

What he told the herders to discard were dead things that would not go, such as gold and silver utensils. But these stupid herdsmen abandoned their cattle and sheep.

A nomadic people, without cattle and sheep, can only become slaves of other tribes in this steppe.

"Tu Micha, I believe in you, I am willing to go with you." A young man in his twenties, who does not look very smart, but is very strong.

"Say your name, and I want to know who my brother is." Yan Ming said.

"Douxingtuo." The man said.

"Okay, who else wants to go with me to get some cattle and sheep back?" Yan Ming shouted.

"We're willing to go."

The forty or fifty warriors who came out of Manchester City who followed Yan Ming before raised their arms and shouted.

Yan Ming nodded, looked at Dou Xingtuo and said, "You lead some people to go over and bring the cattle and sheep over to the pen." Remember, you can lap as many laps as you can, and don't fight them head-on. ”

Dou Xingtuo nodded.

Yan Ming looked at the two Hun soldiers who had already collided together, pursed his lips and said, "The rest of you, follow me, let's do something exciting." Go clean up the battlefield and pick up their swords, arrows and horses. ”

"Ahh Everyone thought that Yan Ming would also go to the cattle and sheep, but they didn't expect Yan Ming to have such a bold idea.

"What? Can't? Yan Ming squinted, looked at them, and said loudly: "The wolf travels thousands of miles to eat meat, and the dog walks thousands of miles to eat." What kind of breed it is, it depends on this time. ”

After he said this, everyone who hesitated was stunned, and then they shouted to go.

The people in the escort team were all young people in their twenties, and it was when their blood was boiling, and after listening to Yan Ming's words, they couldn't wait to rush to the battle formation of the two armies immediately and grab some loot back.

Some people who didn't participate before actually came out and wanted to go to the battlefield with them to pick up leaks.

(Today's third update, thank you for your continued support!) ）