Early in the morning, Dan Khan Shandong.

Woo~

A jade belt eagle soared into the sky, soared from the grassland in front of the mountain for three or four miles, and circled around for a while before suddenly returning, making a cheerful cry.

Then a white shadow emerged from an inconspicuous valley, a knight in armor. After a while, another horse rushed out, and then the cavalry behind surged out continuously, meandering out like a white dragon. The white-horse cavalry that rushed out of the valley quickly lined up in a phalanx on the grassland in front of the valley.

All white horses, white robes, silver armor and snow knives, they are white horses!

Gongsun Bai sat proudly on the back of the snow eagle horse, and the snow-white hunting behind him spread in the wind. Behind him, more than 2,000 white horses were righteous, all with cold expressions, not angry and arrogant, although they had traveled a long way, but their divine power was not reduced.

Gongsun Bai let out a long breath, raised his head, his eyes swept over the vast grassland, and looked northwest, only to see a river hanging in the sky like a jade belt, and this river was Qiu Shui. On the bank of the Qiushui River, a white felt tent is densely covered with a radius of seven or eight miles like the ocean, and that is the royal court of Danhan Mountain.

On the mountain road, the road is safe and sound, and now on this reckless grassland, even a million military horses may not be able to besiege the white horse Yicong from this fast horse fine horse, it is obvious that the wooden book is credible, Lao Tzu is right again!

He looked back at the white horse behind him, and saw this group of veterans of a hundred battles, all of them in high spirits, standing tall and solemn, murderous and arrogant, with the potential to kill gods and demons, and couldn't help but feel full of pride.

The spear pointed: "Go, go to the Xianbei people's nest!" ”

The sound of horses' hooves was like thunder, and the thick horseshoe trampled on the grass and splashed the soil, and the grass clippings flew and ran towards the royal court of Danhan Mountain.

……

The sun had just risen, and the cold sunlight shone on the withered yellow grassland, looking so bleak and desolate.

The shepherds, who got up early, drove their cattle and horses around the fields. The first heavy snow of the winter had just passed, and the ground was covered with remnants of snow, the grass had long since withered, and the cattle and horses foraging for food looked listless. Wailing from time to time.

In the grassland east of Danhan, seven or eight ragged shepherds were picking up dry horse manure on the ground not far from a herd of cattle and horses, looking extremely busy. And not far from them, there was a Xianbei man dressed in a leather robe and carrying a sword and arrow at his waist, sitting on horseback and watching them.

One of the old shepherds. While bending down to pick up horse manure, he sang a song. A mournful and melodious song echoed across the grassland.

"The autumn wind is sorrowful and kills. Out is also worried, in is also worried.

Who in this room does not have worries? It makes me white-headed.

There is a lot of wind in Hudi, how to repair the trees!

As I move farther and farther away from home, my clothes are getting slower and slower.

The mind cannot be spoken, and the wheel of the intestine turns. ”

Singing and singing, one of the middle-aged shepherds couldn't help but say, "Lao Li, stop singing, I can't help singing Lao Tzu anymore." Eight years ago, it has been eight years since Lao Tzu left the state. I've been making cattle and horses for this group of animals for eight years......"

The old shepherd known as Lao Li finally stopped singing, looked bitterly in the direction of Danhan Mountain, and muttered to himself: "Eight years is nothing, you have lived at least half your life in Han Land." I have been a slave in the grassland since my ancestors, serving the Huns, and then serving the Xianbei people, I don't know how many generations. My ancestors were Han heroes who followed General Li Ling and killed the Huns, but unfortunately they couldn't return home, and eventually became captives of foreign races. ”

The middle-aged shepherd stayed for a long time. Suddenly, there was a look of hope in his eyes: "It's been eight years, when will Master Wang cross Danhan Mountain and save us back?" Even if it's just burying my bones in my hometown, it's worth my death. ”

Lao Li was stunned for a moment. Then he looked up to the sky and laughed miserably: "Master Wang, Master Wang, hahaha...... Master Wang, my ancestors have been here for more than 200 years, and I have never seen Master Wang take us back...... The heart is the soul of a great man, and the body is a foreign slave...... There is no way in the sky. There is no way in the sky! ”

He roared for a while, threw the basket of straw full of horse dung on the ground, and began to sing loudly.

"Batch of iron armor, carrying a long knife, fighting with the son, the road is long. Fight with the enemy, die and live together. Fight with your son, and your heart will not be slack. Step on the swallow and chase the beard. Fight with the son, and sing fearlessly. Fighting with the son, singing fearlessly...... Song Fearless ......"

The middle-aged man panicked, looked at the Xianbei man who was watching them not far away, and said urgently: "Be quiet, Micah can also speak a little Chinese, if Micah understands your lyrics, you and I will be whipped!" ”

Lao Li laughed and said, "So what? It's a big deal, Lao Tzu fought with him! What if Lao Tzu has lived for hundreds of years? Not yet a slave? ”

Knock click~

At this moment, there was a sharp sound of horses' hooves in the distance, and the middle-aged man was startled and said urgently: "That group of beast cavalry is coming, stop singing, otherwise you and I will have to look good." ”

The two of them had already raised their heads and looked to the east, but their eyes were messed up by the phantom that was like clouds and snow, and the knight's white robe and silver armor on the horse were obviously not the attire of the Xianbei people, who wore leather robes and few armor.

The two of them stared blankly at the galloping white clouds, almost unable to believe their eyes, and another Han man not far behind them wiped his eyes fiercely, and then exclaimed: "Great Han Dragon Banner!" That's the king, that's the king! ”

"Master Wang...... Wang Shi...... We're not dreaming, are we...... The sky has eyes, and we finally waited for Master Wang......"

Seven or eight Han people all roared wildly, let out a ghost crying wolf-like cry, threw down the dung basket in their hands, and stumbled towards the galloping Han horseman.

Miga, the Xianbei man who was watching them, heard the sudden hysterical shouts of the Han slaves, and turned around in a daze, only to see that the Han people had thrown the dung baskets on the ground, and wanted to escape.

"Master Wang...... Wang Shi...... Master Wang is here to save us......"

Several Han Chinese were like crazy, running wildly, dancing and shouting.

Under the morning glow, Gongsun Bai took the lead, and was leading more than 2,000 white horses to gallop from the gallop, when he suddenly saw several ragged shepherds in the distance screaming and running over, seeing that he was about to crash up without slowing down, he hurriedly reined in the horse's feet, his heart was confused, and he turned back and asked, "What are these people shouting?" ”

Zhao Yun behind him raised his eyes and listened carefully for a while. hurriedly said: "Han people, they are Han people, they must be Han slaves who were captured by the Xianbei people." ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw a Xianbei man in a bearded and leather robe behind him running over with a whining horse. The longbow in his hand was already raised high.

Zhao Yun was furious, and the jade lion under his crotch rushed out like lightning.

Horses are fast, arrows are faster!

I saw a long arrow flash in the air like a meteor, and then the Xianbei man fell under the horse with his head on his back, and there was no more sound.

When you look up. The Han Chinese had already fallen to their knees, weeping bitterly.

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The royal court of Danhan Mountain was built at the foot of Danhan Mountain, on the bank of the Qiushui River. This is a city of kings that took countless efforts to build by Tanshi Huai.

It took a lot of effort to bring solid stone from a distant place that was rare in the grassland, and it took a lot of manpower and years to build this city, which was a symbol of his rule over the grassland.

Although it is said to be a castle, it is actually a royal court with strong walls to protect it. The city is almost entirely full of tents, and there are no other buildings at all. If a nomad doesn't live in a tent on the steppe, then it's not a nomadic chalk.

Around the royal court, tens of thousands of people were scattered, and in the center was the center of the royal court, surrounded by hundreds of white tents. It is the big tent of the Xianbei royal family, which houses the Xianbei queen, princess, and other princes and nobles. After the Xianbei King Putou led the people out of the city to the south, the person in charge of the city was the third son of Tan Shihuai, and Putou's uncle Cheng Lugui.

In the white tooth tent, Cheng Lugui lay lazily in the arms of a beautiful woman, one big hand reached into the collar of the beauty, kneading in the trembling place that could not be described, and the other big hand roamed unscrupulously on the thigh of the beautiful woman and poked into the bottom of the skirt. Touching the place that could not be described below, there was a white tiger skin underneath.

Nading zero beauty, already in spring, pink cheeks flushed. But if you look closely. But you can see a look of disgust in her eyes.

Just when the fire in Cheng Lugui's heart was burning more and more, and he was about to press the beautiful woman under him, there was a sudden chaos outside, and a sharp and messy footsteps came.

Cheng Lugui couldn't help but be furious, and he got up, just about to run out of the tooth tent. But I saw a leader of the guards rushing in in a panic: "My lord, it's not good, the Han people have entered the royal court!" ”

"What...... Han?! ”

Cheng Lugui was instantly messy, and after a while, he was stunned and asked, "Where did the Han people come from?" ”

The leader of the pro-soldiers said miserably: "Rushed from the Danhan Mountain trail." ”

Cheng Lugui quickly recovered his expression and said angrily: "The Han people are rushing here, why don't the soldiers defending the city close the city gate?" Where is Jian Man? ”

The leader of the pro-soldiers smiled bitterly and said, "Lord Jian Man has escaped from the royal court last night with his family and more than 10,000 tribes, and he doesn't know where to go. ”

Cheng Lugui was petrified again, and said angrily: "This thief, in order to fight for the royal power, he actually conspired with the Han people? Even if Jian Man fled, there were still more than 10,000 soldiers and horses in the city, why couldn't he hold it? Hugh has to block the tent, and quickly follow me out of the account to kill the enemy! ”

The leader of the pro-soldiers suddenly laughed, and smiled fiercely: "The royal court of Danhan Mountain is over, because the city gate was opened by Lao Tzu!" ”

Before the words fell, Cheng Lugui only felt a pain in his abdomen, and hurriedly grabbed it, only to see that one-third of the blade of a dagger had been inserted into his abdomen, but the fat layer in his abdomen was extremely thick, and the knife was grabbed by him who was as powerful as an ox before it hurt his intestines.

"Traitor!" Cheng Lugui hissed and roared, grabbing the wrist of the pro-soldier leader with one hand to prevent the dagger in his hand from penetrating, and the other iron fist had already smashed into the pro-soldier leader's head.

Bang!

The leader of the pro-soldiers was caught off guard and was knocked unconscious by a punch.

The son of a generation of Xianbei male lord Tan Shihuai, Wu Yong is naturally not too bad.

Cheng Lugui pulled out the dagger and threw it at the leader of the pro-soldiers, and the dagger had already been shot into the throat of the opponent.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed something strange, because there was suddenly an extra blade on his chest, and the tip of the knife was still dripping with blood.

He turned his head slowly, just bumped into the hateful eyes of the Ding Ling beauty, he seemed to understand something, but he didn't seem to understand, and he slowly fell. (To be continued.) )