Yi Zhi sat on the back of the horse and stared at the corpses that were strewn all over the camp, the green tendons on his forehead were rising, the hooked nose with the characteristics of a half-breed child was wrinkled, and his face, which was still quite handsome, became extremely hideous. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info His right hand was clutching the hilt of the knife tied to his waist, and his left hand was about to tear off the horse's mane, and the mane of the horse's neck was torn and painful, and he began to become restless, and he kept snorting, and his hooves were frequently trampling, splashing bursts of dirt.

"What the fuck is going on!? Yes!!? Yi Zhi's hand that clenched the handle of the knife loosened, looked up at the sky, and suddenly hit the horse's neck with a heavy fist, and the war horse knelt on the ground with a scream, and he relied on his superb horse skills to jump up and land very steadily, "Aren't the Han people all his grandmother's death?" ”

With the smell of human flesh being burned, the gorgeous wool felt became a pile of coke that was baked into pellets by the flames under the blazing fire, and it had become purple and red blood covered with mosquitoes, and the fishy smell of some corpses also attracted wild beasts, just in front of Yi Zhi's eyes, a lone wolf with red eyes was tearing the internal organs of the remains of a Hun soldier, and it became a blue-green intestine tied between the teeth, with the continuous 'tsk' stirring sound of the lone wolf, and the intestines that changed color formed a very strange scene in the shaking.

The ground was full of the corpses of the Huns lying on the ground with twisted bodies, and they died in different ways, the only thing they had in common was the frightened look they left before they died.

"Find! Find it for me! You idiots, don't you know how to search the battlefield? Do you want Lao Tzu to talk about it!? Get lost!!! Go and see who attacked the camp of our Great Huns! ”

Yi Zhi slanted and roared to his heart's content, he fell from the pleasure of slaughtering the Han court guards to the abyss, there is nothing more frustrating and frustrating than returning to his lair after victory, only to find that the lair has been destroyed, it is a kind of stunned feeling of sudden fall from heaven to hell, so that it can make the fragile person go crazy directly.

The soldiers of the Hutu royal tribe should have grieved and resented the attackers even more, but on the contrary, if there was anyone they hated the most now, it was definitely not anyone else, but the eldest prince of the Xiongnu Shan Yuting, Yi Zhixian. It was this guy who ran to the department of King Hutu, and bribed King Hutu with treasures and women to borrow five hundred cavalry, and the treasures and women could only belong to the king of one king, King Hugh Tu, and they couldn't get any benefits, if it was an ordinary raid, they didn't complain, at least they could get some benefits from the raid, but ......

"What arrogant, without us, you chase after yourself. I don't get a reward for my hard work, and I want to listen to you fucking fart here! ”

Angry, full of anger! Since they were summoned by Yi Zhilan, almost all of them have been in the Han country for seven days, and there has not been a day of peace, if it is just fatigue, it is okay, after a battle with the Han Court Guard, most of the companions died in battle, looting so much wealth, the wolf cubs who are used to a life of robbery see that the gold and jewelry are not greedy, they obey the military order in extreme excitement, regardless of the wounds on their bodies, they chase the Han army for hundreds of miles, waiting to kill the Han army, their temporary master, That noble Yi Zhixian actually wants to swallow the wealth alone!

"Fuck you, Lao Tzu is a warrior of the Hugh Tu Wang's department, not a slave under the command of your eldest prince Yizhixie!" A soldier of the Hugh Tu royal department hatefully chopped the scimitar into the grass, and with a 'bang' sound, two horns suddenly burst out of the grass, and he was stunned for a moment, and the first moment he reacted was to make a gesture and slash.

A sheep bleated out of the grass, its mouth stirring, tilting its head to see what was in front of it, and then it lowered its head and continued to gnaw on the grass.

"Whew!" The soldier of the Hugh Tu King laughed loudly, threw away his scimitar and pounced on the horns, "There are sheep! There are sheep here! His joyful expression felt that his chest was cold, and he froze instantly, looked down, and the tip of the knife came out of his body, and he died before he could turn around.

Yi Zhixian was very angry, the consequences were very serious, he kicked out his foot in hatred, kicked the dead pawn, took out the scimitar, didn't even look at the stupid Hugh Tu Wang warrior next to him, and licked the blood on the blade very viciously, "The sheep can live, you can't live." He shook his head and glanced at the stupid wolf cub on the side, and roared: "Don't let Lao Tzu go!" ”

The warriors of the Hugh Tu royal army dispersed violently.

"Who is it! Who is it!!! Yi Zhixian began to gasp for breath, strode the ground, and turned a corner to the edge of the stream, which, unlike the devastated camp, showed no sign of the fighting. When he got closer, the first thing he saw was a tent with five holes pierced, and he hurriedly opened the curtain and entered, and there were five corpses lying in it.

The five corpses were Yi Zhixi's own soldiers brought out from Shan Yuting, and four of them still had a dull expression on their faces, and there was a bloody hole in each chest, but they couldn't find the murder weapon, and they didn't understand how the enemy attacked as if they were dying. Yi Zhi squatted down, reached out and tore the leather armor of one of the corpses whose chest was cut open, looked at the fatal wound on his chest, and he was familiar with Han and Hungarian weapons, and he said to himself: "The scimitar ......, is it the wound of the scimitar?" ”

Yi Zhi slanted to check the furnishings in the tent again, and found that most of the utensils inside had been knocked down, and the carpet was also covered with bloody footprints, his eyes narrowed, and he suddenly stood up, drew his scimitar, and slashed at the tent, and there was a 'hissing' sound of the cloth being split, and the sun shone on the carpet. He examined the footprints on the carpet in detail, and found that there were more than a dozen pairs of shoe prints of different sizes, among which they were not necessarily flat boots, and there were individual blood stains with horizontal stripes, like extreme grass sandals, and he was completely confused.

"Huh!?" Yi Zhi obliquely saw that there seemed to be something under the cloth, turned over the cloth, a bloodstained piece of armor exposed to the air, he picked up the armor piece and looked at it in detail, the more he looked at it, the more intense the roar in his heart became, to determine which ethnic group would be equipped with such a piece of armor, this kind of armor with rippling stripes only the Huns and Xianbei people have equipment.

Yi Zhi Xiantian roared angrily: "Damn Xianbei people!! I will destroy your people!! ”

At this time, someone finally came to report to him the results of the inspection of the barracks.

"Great Prince, there are only our corpses in the camp, and we can't find the corpses of the enemy."

"Did you notice anything unusual? For example, it's not my Great Hun blade, or arrows. ”

"In this ......, no, no weapons of the Han army were found, the scars on the corpses were all wounds from the swords, and most of the arrows on the corpses were gone." He pulled out six arrows from the barrel of arrows behind his back, "When I turned over the corpse, I found these arrows." ”

"The three-edged cavalry of the Han army shoots arrows?" Yi Zhi held the arrow in his hand obliquely and pondered, he felt that this enemy was carefully planned and premeditated to launch a night attack on the camp, and it was not ruled out that the Han people would once again fake and fool the Great Huns, but this possibility was not very likely, because under his pursuit, the Han court guards who could be seen were all dead, and there was no large-scale cavalry of the Han army in the border fortress, and the most important thing was that there was no need for the Han people to send the princess and take the price of five hundred elite horsemen to play such a ridiculous play.

"Who is it? Xianbei people? Or the Qiang? Yi Zhixian made what he thought was the most reasonable speculation, and the more he felt that it was these two tribes that were the most likely, that is, the Xianbei and Qiang people would rob the camp of the Great Huns at all costs, and also clean the battlefield without leaving a trace, "Xianbei people? Qiang? Or...... Two clans teamed up? ”

Xianbei people are called Xianbei soil dogs by other ethnic groups at this time, Xianbei people have no surname, attached to a powerful race to seek refuge, usually for other ethnic groups to graze or take care of pastures and slaves, so they are called earth dogs, but because Xianbei people whether men or women almost do not understand the vocabulary of any ethnic group, and more soil has been added to it, after a long time, others no longer call Xianbei people, but directly call Xianbei dogs. It's also because of the lack of culture, I don't know what the 'truth' is, the name of the earth dog is really appropriate, as long as the Xianbei soil dog wants to get something, they will use the most direct way to obtain, in addition to robbing or robbing, the way of bartering has been omitted. In the steppe, except for the powerful Xiongnu who were willing to take in the Xianbei dogs, few tribes were willing to associate with them.

"Prince, should we send a scout to find it?"

"What are you looking for! Except for the chaotic horseshoe prints, there is not even a single trace of a wheel! "Yes, just now Yi Zhixian checked the surroundings in detail, and was stunned that he didn't find the wheel prints left after the frame was pulled apart, which was also the intuitive reason why he couldn't find anyone, "Gather people, slaughter lambs, divide the meat, you and I will return to the court!" ”

Yi Zhi glanced back at the Han-style tent that had been chopped up by himself, and said to himself: "Let the Han people send it again?" ”

And it seems that with the help of the Bank of China, Yi Zhixian does not need to be responsible for this act at all, according to the opinion of the Huns: it is enough to blackmail the emperor of the Han State again......