Hudu galloped on a war horse, as if he had been on the grassland countless times. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThis time there is no difference, the wind and frost of the grassland needs iron and courage. Everything is an object that can be plundered, livestock, women, land, pastures.

In his opinion, it was the will of the Kunlun God to rob these lamb-like fellows. Now he was going to complete the task given to him by the Kunlun God and rush to kill all those guys. Loot their property, livestock and women. Then sprinkle urine on their corpses and scold the cowards twice. This is the demeanor of a strong man.

Hudu's body was almost attached to the horse, and the galloping war horse was like an arrow off the string. Suddenly, Hudu felt like he was flying. The war horse under the crotch suddenly came to the end for some reason, and he felt the wind blowing in his ears. Before he could react, he fell to the ground solidly.

Thankfully, it's September, and the ground hasn't frozen yet. Otherwise, hugging Mother Earth like this would have fractured his tendons. It is not uncommon to fall to death directly.

After rolling many times in a row, a layer of skin on his face was worn off. The dust covered the wound, but blood continued to gush out. I didn't have time to wipe the blood from the wound, and my back hurt. It was as if something had been nailed to it, and I wanted to grab it with my hands but couldn't reach it.

There is also one on the leg, pull it off and take a look. It turned out to be a nail-like thing, and before I could see a strong fishy smell, it came up. Smoked so much that Hudu hurriedly turned his head and threw the small thing in his hand far away.

The cavalry of the Huns turned on their backs, and the horses of these years had no horseshoe. The hard is no match for bronze, and the war horse jumps wildly under the pain.

Unfortunately, there were no stirrups for the war horses of this year. The Huns controlled the horse with a pair of legs, but the crotch mount was so difficult to control. Even the Huns, who claim to have grown up on horseback since childhood, have no choice.

Wusun Jichang's eyes widened, but he didn't expect Yun Yue's method to be really useful. He was ready to fight to the death with an ox cart, and he was fighting with his life anyway. Whichever time you walk, don't spell it a few times.

Yun Yue wound the crossbow arrows with his feet, and Hu Du was already brandishing his big knife and shouting at those who were still able to move and rush over on foot.

"What a bunch of brave guys, unfortunately you met me." Yun Yue had a death smile on her face, for such a technical job as shooting. He already had a good idea, and now shooting a wild boar was no different from shooting a Hun for him.

"Whoosh" A crossbow arrow was fired, and the crossbow arrow that Wusun Ji Chang gave him was obviously more useful. An arrow actually shot through the chest of the Hun man, and this guy held a mace and looked at the tail feathers on his chest, and pounced forward in a daze.

"Don't be stunned, the archer ****** shoot Lao Tzu. Shoot these Hun bitches. Wusun Jichang's loud voice could be heard clearly from miles away.

Those archers listened to Wusun Jichang's instructions, and then they came to their senses. They all drew their bows and arrows and shot at the Huns who rushed on foot.

Hudu, who rushed forward, was hit by an arrow in his shoulder, but fortunately he was protected by Na Ke'er. Otherwise, he might have gone to see the Kunlun God.

"Touren, the Han people are prepared. It must have been Qianmo who deceived us. Na Ke'er pounced on Hudu and gasped.

"His grandmother's, this bastard dares to betray us. Go back and kill his whole family, and his sister will reward you. Hudu's face was covered in blood and looked hideous. While spitting out the dirt in his mouth, he rewarded his own men.

"Remove the leader, you can't please if you go on like this." Na Ke'er looked around, only to see his own war horses going crazy. The number of Hun warriors who fell to the ground continued to increase, and many of them fell to the ground with several arrows in their bodies, apparently not alive.

"Retreat, retreat. His mother's Qianmo, Lao Tzu's **** ancestor. Hudu scolded at the other side, leading the embarrassed Hun knights to flee.

This time it was really a waste of chickens and rice, not only losing a lot of manpower, but also a large number of war horses. The Condor Shooters also lost more than half, a relatively strong tribe on the steppe. In an instant, they will be reduced to the vassals of others.

"The Hun dog ran away, the Hun dog ran away." The soldiers celebrated with their crowns, and when the Hun cavalry rushed over just now, they were already trembling. The horror of the Hun cavalry rushing up was not something they had not experienced, and dozens of people died the last time they met them. And that time, the Huns encountered less than half of this time.

Many people have already had the idea of running away, but they never thought of it. Before they could put it into practice, the Huns took the initiative to retreat.

Defeating so many Huns without casualties on their own side was something that these outlaws had never thought of.

"Brother, okay!" Wusun Jichang grinned and slapped Yun Yue's shoulder.

"You can't say hello in a different way, you're fucking Iron Sand Palm. A slap will dislocate Lao Tzu's shoulder. Yun Yue rubbed her shoulders and complained, this guy had too much strength. Being slapped by him is no different from being kicked by a donkey.

"What is an iron sand palm? What is a dislocation? Wusun Ji asked with a bull's eye glare.

"Iron sand palm is a profound technique, and after practice, it can open the stele and crack the stone. Dislocated, don't ask. "Yun Yue can't give him a correct explanation, if this guy really dislocated himself. Where to find the orthopedic doctor? With these two hundred and five medical officers in the team, don't be funny. This thing is still practicing needlework with a leather every day, and his technique is already quite grandmaster.

"The art of striking? I learned this from your alien master? Wusun Jichang's eyes were full of doubts, could it be that this guy still knows the art of technical attack? Now he really wanted to see the master in Yun Yue's mouth, what kind of capable person could teach such profound knowledge. Could it be the legendary Guiguzi?

Ignoring this inquisitive bastard, Yun Yue was eager to go back to see her grandmother and the women at home. The Huns were so powerful that they must have been frightened.

The home is like a refugee camp hiding from air raids, and the little girls are stuffed under the ox carts. The aunt was a scarecrow with hay on her head, but her buttocks were a little conspicuous on the outside, and the aunts were under another ox cart.

A large pile of hay in front of the cow was moving, and Yun Yue opened it to see that it was grandma holding the pair of little brothers.

There are two large bolts, and there are bolts with slightly better injuries. Each of them held a large wooden stick the size of an arm, and stood guard around the ox cart. These three brothers are not bad, and they know how to protect their women and children. Take care of it in the future.

Yun Yue pulled up the old grandmother, and said while picking the hay from her old man's hair: "Grandma, don't be afraid, the Huns have been defeated." ”

"Are you alright?" The old grandmother slapped Yun Yue's body up and down with trembling hands, much like the blind masseur of later generations.