It was late at night, bonfires were clustered, and the homeless people who had been running around for a day had just fallen asleep, and the attack was sudden. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The brigade had night sentinels, divided into two groups, the first half of the night was guarded by caravans, and the second half of the night was the homeless young and strong. It was the first half of the night, so there was a riot, and the squad first reprimanded Chen Zhun, the leader of the escort team.

Chen Zhun and the three guards originally wanted to run to the riot to check, but with the sound of hooves, he immediately turned around and rushed desperately towards the left hillside. As soon as he rushed to the top of the slope, he was faced with several bowstring sounds, Chen Zhun screamed, and fell backwards with his back face. The guards behind him couldn't support him, and the two of them rolled down the slope together.

"Arrows! Be careful! The other two guards shouted warning and crouched with their swords drawn, and just as they probed, a horse's roar came into their ears, and suddenly a pair of horses' hooves the size of a bowl appeared in front of them......

With two sounds, the two guards pricked their hands and feet, and rolled down the hill with a muffled grunt, and after the two puffs of smoke and dust dissipated, the guards remained silent, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

With the support of another guard, Chen Zhun struggled to get up, ignoring the trembling arrows in the shoulder socket, gritted his teeth and looked up—he immediately took a breath of cold air.

On a night in early August, the crescent moon shone on a row of riding shadows on the ridgeline. These shadows are like ghosts drilled out of the dark night, standing high and low along the ridgeline, carrying the moonlight on their backs, the silhouettes of arrow feathers, and the reflection of sharp blades, all of which exude a fierce and murderous aura.

At this time, the thunderous hoofs around him had merged into two strands, sandwiching in from the left and right sides of the hill ramp. The front part has rushed into the camp camp, and the sound of crying is overwhelming.

Chen Zhun has been running this road for nearly ten years, and he has never remembered that there are horse thieves and sand thieves of this scale. Moreover, didn't these thieves see the Ban family crest on the brigade to recognize the flag?

Although the wound was severely painful and his legs were weak, the duty of the guard did not allow Chen Zhun to retreat, he took a deep breath and roared: "This is the Ban caravan!" Is it the friend of the way? Forgive Chen's clumsiness, please show your identity. If there is a shortage, let's discuss......"

On the hillside of the mountain, a knight in the shadow of a heavy rider coldly spit out: "Long-winded! Who killed him for me! "What this person said was actually Xiongnu.

A horse sprang out from the side, stabbing and rushing downhill, the sword flashed, and there was a loud bang - but it was the guard who stepped forward, raised his sword to block the killing blow, and the man was also knocked away by the strong momentum.

Chen Zhun roared angrily and stabbed the horse's neck, the knight rolled to the ground, the scimitar in his hand also flew out, and then he turned over, pulled out an axe from his waist, and viciously pounced on Chen Zhun who was staggered by the war horse.

In the darkness, two figures violently collided and scuffled. After just a few breaths, the knight suddenly grabbed the shaft of the arrow in Chen Zhun's shoulder socket and pulled it violently. Chen Zhun screamed miserably, and his strength was suddenly discharged. The blade of the axe flashed, and blood burst out......

The knight stepped forward to pick up his knife, examined his mount again, and kicked the corpse on the ground in frustration.

A knight's sneer came from the hillside: "Qu Tu, are you old?" Killed a man, but lost a horse. ”

The knight called Qutu was furious: "Gibb, dare to humiliate me, you can try!" ”

"Shut up!" The knight who had given the order to kill stopped the quarrel among his subordinates, and pointed to the camp with a leather whip in his hand, "The cattle and sheep have been driven into the pen, warriors, go and harvest!" ”

With the roar of the robber leader, there was a wolf howl on the hillside, and the cries of the homeless people on the other side of the camp could not hide the wild laughter and howls.

Since the migration of the displaced people in Hedong, the biggest catastrophe has occurred......

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At dawn, the sun shone on the messy camp, with bloodstains, corpses, burning tents, overturned cages, broken urns, and torn clothes......

More than 700 displaced people, with the exception of more than 50 killed and injured during the clashes, were almost all taken prisoner. In this desolate Gobi Desert, a person who escapes has a smaller chance of survival than being captured. The twenty Qiuzi people who led the way abandoned their weapons and surrendered as soon as the attack occurred, and none of them were fine.

The most casualties were the Ban guards, who were the ones who were on patrol at the time, and thus became the first target of the bandits. From the leader Chen Zhun to the bottom, 15 people were killed and wounded, and three-quarters of them were killed or wounded. Except for the four people who were guarding the team, they were all gone.

Ban Xing and Deng Zhan were all taken prisoner, but Mo Qin was nowhere to be found.

Deng Zhan once wanted to organize the homeless young people to fight hard, but was stopped by Ban Xing, for no other reason - there were too many robbers, and they were not ordinary robbers, all of them were Huns!

When the Huns sacked the camp, the perimeter was full of Hun knights, and the horses were connected to each other to form a large encirclement. The sound of hooves roared, the smoke was billowing, and the shadow of the rider loomed, and at a cursory glance, there were no less than a hundred riders. Together with the Huns who broke into the camp, the number was at least two hundred. With so many people, how do you spell?

Deng Zhan threw down the ring head knife and turned his head to look at Ban Xing: "Where did so many Hun robbers come from?" ”

Ban Xing looked at Chen Zhun who was lying on his back in the distance, a touch of sadness flashed across his face, and he shook his head: "I don't know." I've never heard of ...... before."

"You haven't heard of it, it's because we've just migrated here." A Hun knight rode up and said in a broken Chinese dialect, "My name is Jibu, and I am the head of the Khan tribe." Now, you are my slaves. ”

Ban Xing took a deep breath, stepped forward and arched his hand, and said in Xiongnu language: "Jibu noble, bother the Ban clan people in Xia Nailou, ask for self-redemption and ransom. ”

The Huns had an unwritten rule that captured slaves could be redeemed according to their net worth. Ban Xing is a grassland pass, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he told the other party that he had the ability to redeem himself. In this way, the Huns will at least have a minimum of respect, and with respect, the following things will be easy to talk about.

Jibu glanced Ban Xing up and down: "Lou Fu Ban, I know, you want to redeem yourself - do you see the noble man on the white horse?" That is the right bone marquis of Zhi Zhishan Yu, the nobleman of Morton. From now on, he is your master, and you must redeem yourselves, and ask the noble of Morton. ”

Morton?!

Among the Hun robbers, wearing a gold-trimmed fur hat, tall and tall, his face wrinkled like dried orange peel, a black and white beard, and a huge gold ring in his left ear - it was the right bone of the Khan tribe, Morton, who had disappeared for several years.

The Hun knight who followed him was the first warrior under him, Qu Tu. It was he who killed Chen Zhun and several guards.

Hearing the name Morton, Ban Xing was nothing, but Deng Zhan was agitated and clenched his fists.

It turned out to be this bastard!

In the Battle of Donggeng Fengsui that year, Deng Zhan was unable to participate in person because he was sent to ask for help, and he has always been regarded as a lifelong regret. He hadn't seen Morton, nor had he seen Qu Tu, but he would never forget the names of these two people. I never expected it to encounter a ...... today. And once again, the thief owes a blood debt.

A bold thought jumped into Deng Zhan's mind. (To be continued.) )