As soon as the explosion sounded, Morton also understood that it was the opponent who came to the door. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info this kind of thunder cannon, the only one in the world, there is no semicolon.

Han Army! Fuping Hou!

Any one is enough for him to drink a pot, if he doesn't run now, when will he stay?

Morton also had the same confusion as Mo Qin - where did the Han army get the thousands of horses? Could it be that it was snatched from the Zuoyan branch? I'm afraid that's the only way to explain it. Morton didn't have time to think too much about it, and seeing that the tide was turning, he jumped on his mount and turned around and fled eastward.

He just ran away? Don't want the tribal anymore? Don't want cattle and sheep anymore? Don't want your possessions?

Yes, Morton did run away, and he really didn't have to worry about his clan or his possessions. In the grassland, it is common for tribes to attack each other, regardless of population, cattle and sheep, and property, and the winning side gets it, that is, it "changes hands". Wait until the losing side cleans up the mess, brings in help, and when the counterattack comes back, everything will be back in hand.

Therefore, as long as you have strength, what you lose now is just handed over to your opponent for temporary safekeeping.

Of course, the current opponent is not the steppe tribes, but the Han army. But Morton can only be so comforted and slip away.

The sky is faint, and on the reckless grassland, dozens of horses are galloping. Judging from their anxious figures and frequently reviewed movements, most of them were a certain tribesman who had suffered defeat.

Needless to say, this is naturally Morton and his remnants.

After escaping from danger, the more Morton thought about it, the more he thought about it, the more he lost this battle, and he didn't know that he was killed by the pursuers to the nest. They are the masters of the grassland, how could they be forced to be like this by a group of Han people who plough and plough the soil?

"My lord, those ...... The Han people are still in hot pursuit, and we ...... Should...... What should I do? "After running all night, the attendant was as tired as the horse under his crotch, and he couldn't speak.

Morton rolled his eyes: "Let's go north, go around the reeds, and turn back." ”

Turn back?! The entourage stared at each other with big eyes, full of disbelief, is Lord Guduhou crazy? Just because they are dozens of poor people, they still want to kill back, in case they still have some troops left to guard - this is almost certain, then wouldn't it be equivalent to sending them to the door?

Morton whipped the face of one of the nearest attendants and said angrily, "Bastard! Do you look at a stupid person with those eyes? ”

The attendant hurriedly lowered his head, letting the blood flow from his face, neither daring to cover his face, nor daring to run away.

"Remember the fort?" Morton's long whip pointed north, a hint of cunning flashing in his eyes, "We take the fort and avoid the pursuers inside." And then...... Hum. ”

To the north along the river, at the junction of a rolling mountain forest and the river, stands a fort that looks about the size of a common beacon. As far as Morton knew, this was a guard post set up in the far west of the Udan branch. If it's a pure steppe tribe, they usually don't get this thing. It's just that most of this Wudan is of the Han race, so it has also developed the custom of the Han people to build forts and guard them.

At noon, Morton and his party appeared outside the front of the fort and slowly approached. There was also a lot of movement in the fort soon, and several people who were fetching water by the river outside the fort ran back to the fort and closed the gate. Several figures also appeared on the battlements on the upper level of the fort.

When Morton's dozens of horsemen approached the fort, yesterday's chief said loudly from the battlement: "It's Morton nobleman, I don't know what you are doing?" ”

An entourage rode his horse forward, looked up and said: "Yesterday, I asked you to inform your superiors that you came to this castle to discuss, what did you say?" ”

Nashi Chang smiled bitterly: "I sent someone to report, but how can it be so fast?" ”

"Lord Morton is here on a hunting tour, I'm a little tired, I want to rest under your fort, so I'm sorry."

Hunting? The chief looked at the old man for a long time, and he didn't see any prey that these people had knocked down, but the family was so powerful that they said they wanted to rest under the fort, what else could you do?

At that time, it was winter, and a group of Huns stayed under the fort, burning wood for warmth, hugging grass and feeding horses, how could the people in the fort sit safely? What's more, this is a Xiongnu nobleman with the name of the Marquis of the Bone Capital.

Soon, the chief opened the door of the fort and invited Morton to rest.

Morton laughed and stood up from the campfire, and the rest of his entourage stood up as well. Morton quietly raised his hand and pressed it, and the attendant Hula sat down again, and Morton took only four attendants and walked towards the fort gate. Morton saw yesterday that there were only a dozen or so people in this fort, nearly half of them were family members, and only seven or eight people could hold swords and bows. He and his four followers were brave men, and it was enough. No matter how many people he brings, he will not let him in. Of course, there are hot pillows on the grassland, but they are more vigilant.

When Morton and his party entered the fort and the gate slammed shut, somehow the corner of Morton's eyes jumped and jumped again, as if there was a sense of uneasiness—the premonition of danger that he had survived to this point was indispensable.

"Wait, I forgot a gift for your lord. Open the door, and I'll fetch it. Morton said as he motioned for the four attendants to walk back.

Just as Morton turned around, an unfamiliar voice came from behind him: "Guduhou, it's been a long time." ”

Morton froze for a moment, and slowly turned his head - he saw the face of a man in his mid-twenties, wearing a bearded robe, but with a bookish air unique to the Han people.

Morton's face was ugly: "You are Han." ”

The man smiled: "I am a Udan Fragment. ”

Morton looked at it carefully for a long time, and asked suspiciously: "We know each other?" ”

The man laughed again: "My name is Lin Tianci, and I am the fragmented mansion of Wudan." Five years ago, in Donggeng Fengsui, south of Pu Zhize, Lin had dealt with Gudu Hou. ”

Morton suddenly realized, ****! I see, I was really blind, and I actually bumped into my old opponent's hands.

"The horses of the Han army ......"

"That's right! It was provided by Udan Fragmentation. Lin Tianci smiled and said, "Come, I'll introduce a few strange acquaintances to Gudu." ”

With Lin Tianci's applause, a few people appeared on the second-floor of the fort.

Lin Tianci pointed out one by one: "This is Han Chong, and the Marquis of Fuping is long-attached." Back then, he also dealt with the Marquis of Gudu in East and West Gengfengsui. This time, he contacted me, borrowed a thousand horses, and set foot in the camp. ”

Morton stared at Han Zhong viciously, his teeth chattering. And Han Chong was not afraid, and glared back angrily.

Lin Tianci pointed again: "This, Cao Pengmozi, the lieutenant of Hedong County of the Han Kingdom, is a liumin official, and he is also the soul of the sword under his feet. It was he who blended into the tribe under his feet, lurking for thousands of miles, and secretly delivering news. Only then did the Han army chase a thunderous blow. ”

I see! Morton's eyes were about to burst into flames.

Mo Qin arched his hand and smiled: "Lin Fucheng invited me to come to this castle to recuperate and recuperate...... I didn't expect it to be so close to Guduhou...... Guduhou is really calculating. It's a pity that people are not as good as heaven, hahaha! ”

Lin Tianci pointed to the last person again and paused: "This one, you don't need Lin to introduce you." ”

Seeing this person, Morton's face was gone.

Deng Zhan!

Deng Zhan, whose whole body was wrapped in thick gauze, only half of his face was exposed.

Deng Zhan's voice squeezed out from between his teeth: "I said, if you don't fight, you won't have a chance." ”

Ahh

Morton roared and unsheathed his sword. The four attendants also drew their swords and drew their bows.

More than 20 strong men poured out of five or six rooms in the fort, and five people were knocked down and disarmed and pressed down after dividing five by two.

Deng Zhan jumped from the tulou and landed in front of Morton. He grabbed Morton by the hair, pulling his head up, revealing his bruise-edged neck. Deng Zhan slapped twice, as if inspecting the skin of an animal, and smiled: "Morton, I want to recuperate and hurry, and meet with my son as soon as possible, I don't have the time or strength to beat you back, so ...... I just want you a piece of meat! ”

Deng Zhan said, opened Sensen's white teeth, and bit down - (To be continued.) )