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In addition to the two good horses that his son rode away when he went on the expedition, there were still eight horses left in the family, and if the slaves were abandoned, it would be enough for the family to escape.

When the daughter trotted to the house to call someone, he hurriedly called on three male slaves to join him and lead the horses to the felt shed.

At this time, both Ke Yi and the three Han Nu were busy turning back from time to time to inspect the cavalry team that was approaching rapidly in the distance.

They obviously came for this Hun tribe, and after entering the line of sight, they immediately drove the war horse to the fastest, and when they were speeding closer, they could soon see that the knights and war horses in the front were all armor, and the first two large flags were waving in the wind, and there seemed to be square handwriting and patterns on them.

Under such a loud noise, the Huns in the tribe also noticed that something was wrong, after a few exclamations, more than 30 families soon boiled, looking for horses, calling for children, all ready to flee, but no one noticed that there was a light horse on the flank to outflank the tribe.

The most beautiful ** and his wife and concubines and daughters shouted on the horse, but he was also busy climbing on the horse, but at this time, his neck suddenly tightened, and a strong surge came, so that he suddenly fell backwards, pressed on others and rolled over in the grass.

"Hannu?"

But he turned around with great effort, and then he saw that a male slave was strangling himself with the horsewhip he had abandoned before, and it could be seen that this male slave was very excited, and his cowardly appearance was long gone, and his face was hideous that he had never seen before, and the breath that erupted from his nose was so thick that it was him who was strangled by his neck.

The wife was screaming in horror, and the daughter was screaming, but the old man had no intention of letting go, but he was a little invincible with one hand pulling and wrestling with him, and the force from behind was getting bigger and bigger, and the horsewhip had been cut into the neck flesh, which made the old man suffocate for a while.

"Oh my"

I didn't expect this male slave to suddenly become so bold, Duohu lifted her horsewhip and rushed forward, and whipped it the man's face, leaving a bruised whip mark, he still refused to let go, but the other hand that was free had already pulled out the waist knife with great difficulty.

The other two male slaves had been stunned before, and when they saw Xue Liang's waist knife, they suddenly burst into a spirit, as if they had just woken up from a dream, and roared and pounced on them, one held down Ke Yan's hand holding the knife, and the other pulled Duohu's horsewhip over, pulled her off the horse, and waved the whip on her with his backhand.

"Smack"

"Ahh

Duohu's whip is also easy to use, and it is the first time that he can use his delicate body to be whipped.

"Smack! Syllable! Smack"

This vicious Hun girl wailing under the horsewhip is something that I can't think of, once the taboo is broken, it will always give people pleasure, and the male slave whips harder.

The three Han slaves were originally just honest croppers, but it didn't mean that they could be willing to be enslaved, and the power that erupted in this moment made Ke Yi, a former Hun warrior, helpless.

The neck was strangled by death, but the skin of the face began to gradually turn red, the strength in the hand became smaller and smaller, the waist knife could no longer be held, and it was taken away, and then, there was a sudden pain in the chest and abdomen, and there seemed to be hot liquid flowing out.

Lao Keyi's hands and feet began to twitch violently, and he couldn't do any more, and the male slave who first strangled him by the neck with a horsewhip didn't seem to be at ease, and the probe came up to stare at him for a while, until he confirmed that there was no more threat, and then let go of his hands and got up.

Without the horsewhip, Ke Yi could only pant roughly, and his voice was like a centurion's Han blacksmith pulling bellows, and the Han Nu who got up pulled out the waist knife inserted into his chest and chopped it off Ke Yi's neck with blood.

"Ahh

The women screamed in unison, but Ke Yi found that he was flying, and in his sight, his daughter Duohu, who had been whipped several times and suffered punches and kicks, had tears on her face, both sad and frightened, and was desperately turning her head to look at herself.

"Do Han people also make skull drinking utensils?"

This was the old man's last thought before his consciousness dissipated.

The cavalry army that attacked and killed was indeed the team of the Han people, although the three male slaves with shackles were illiterate, but it did not prevent them from recognizing the handwriting on the flags that were currently waving in the wind to their compatriots, and the master of all evils was finally dead, they were trembling with joy, hugging each other and shouting at the cavalry team that rushed to kill, and several ** also showed a long-lost smile on their faces, and did not notice that the wives and concubines of Ke Yi had fled away on three horses.

Not every Han slave dared to rebel, there were many Huns who escaped from the felt shed, and more than 100 people rushed out in chaos, and soon they converged together and ran to the depths of the grassland.

"It's okay, grandma, they ran away!"

Duohu's arms were still twisted in the hands of a Hannu, and it was impossible to break free from the horse, so he could only secretly rejoice that his mother had escaped.

Thousands of iron horsemen rolled in, with unparalleled power rushed towards this small Xiongnu tribe, the closer they were, after a while, several Han slaves found that their families were waiting in front of the army of insignificance, they did not know whether to live or die in each other's way, but they were afraid that they would also be trampled to death by random horses.

The cavalry was getting closer and closer, and the ten men and women were so frightened that they cried out, but their feet were weak, and they did not have the courage to flee, but gathered together in a group in fear.

The male slave who was the first to use a horse whip to strangle Ke Yi suddenly blessed his soul, and his knees sank and fell, and then the people around him also knelt on the ground, and even Duohu was kicked and fell down by the male slave behind him.

"Points! The front team continues, the back team stops"

The appearance of the Han and the Huns is still very different, the army rushes close, the men of the team shout the order, the cavalry team will go around them like geese, the roaring hooves of the horses step by, the front team continues to rush towards the felt shed area, but the rear team stops.

Duohu stubbornly raised her head, and only then did she realize that this cavalry team was very mixed, except for the forefront, most of the horsemen were not in good shape, and many of them were still new to riding, but they stopped their horses in the middle of the gallop, and seven or eight people fell off their horses.

Can it be considered a cavalry like this? As a woman on the grassland, Duohu suddenly looked down on her, if it weren't for the fact that the situation was really bad at this time, her father's corpse was still beside her, and with her temper, she would even laugh out loud.

"What is falling, what is falling and what is out of the ranks",

The stopped brigade of people in Mali was also very dissatisfied, and shouted angrily, and suddenly, more than ten sergeants handed the equipment to others and rushed out across the horse with a bitter face.

Duohu saw the young general who shouted angrily, he was very burly, wearing bright fine scale armor, holding a large axe, with a majestic appearance, and his crotch was on the back of a red horse, a divine horse that was rare even on the grassland, and shouted to the sergeants: "If the fallen sergeant cāo does not practice diligently, he will be fined twenty sticks!" If the chief supervises ineffectively, he will be punished with the same punishment! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a small group of guards with long sticks in their hands rushed over, and the sergeants who had come out before did not dare to resist, and they all obediently fell to the ground, and a moment later the sound of the heavy beating of the sticks sounded beside him.

Hannu and Duohu, who were surrounded in the middle of the chalk, did not dare to make a sound, and no one in the cavalry team dared to say anything except the young general, and all that could be heard in their ears was the "bang" stick hit and the faint screams and exclamations from the felt sheds in the distance.

It was not until the sergeants had finished their torture that the young general turned his face, glanced at the corpses on the ground, pointed at the Han slaves and asked, "Are you waiting for the Han Chinese?" ”

This sound was like a heavenly sound, which suddenly made the ten Han slaves burst into tears, and poured out all the pains of the ruined family, the exiled slaves, and the humiliation of foreigners.

"We are the military horses of Henan County, the Huns are here today, and we don't know the return date, if you want, you can temporarily follow our army, and lead you to return to the same place!"

After a while, the Huns who had not escaped from the felt shed area were sent over with the rescued Han slaves, and he ordered someone to take Duohu over and tie them up.

The livestock left behind were naturally robbed by the army, but at this time, someone from afar complained: "Captain, there are only more than 30 Huns here, and this is a knife for killing chickens."

Naturally, the big axe in his hand was Xu Huang, who was temporarily the captain of the school, but it was Xie Yun who spoke out at this time, hearing him say this, Xu Huang shook his head and replied: "Don't worry, you have to wait until Bai Bo Jīng Zhuang knows how to ride, so that he can divide his troops to kill."

After they entered the grassland, they have besieged and killed nearly a dozen small Huns, the big ones are more than 200 households, and the small ones are only 20 households, and they have never encountered decent resistance, the Huns tribes are few and scattered, if they want to give them heavy blows, the Dangkou army can only be effective by scattering and killing everywhere, but in the grassland, the white wave foot soldiers are useless.

There will be no shortage of horses on the grassland, exterminate nearly ten small tribes of the Huns, and the horses obtained have more than 1,000, if you learn to set wild horses, this number can quickly increase several times, so every time you kill the small Huns, Xu Huang always leaves two thousand soldiers to guard the old and weak, and the mounts are all vacated, so that the Bai Bo jīng Zhuang people take turns to control and be familiar with riding, but without the help of stirrups, the progress is a little slow, this is seeing that it is about to enter winter again, I don't know when there will be results to return to Deng Ji, not only Xie Yun, but now even Xu Huang is a little anxious.

"You can't be in a hurry"

Jia Kui, who followed Xu Huang's army with his wife and temporarily became a military official, comforted him, his riding skills were not good, and now he rode a horse and practiced hard, and he was also by Xu Huang's side at this time.

Xu Huang had no choice but to sigh, so that the sergeants set up camp, and asked Han Hao to inform most of the troops to follow.

An hour later, Han Hao led more than 50,000 rear teams to follow, and after a while, Zhou Yi's archers escorted the intercepted Hun escapees back, and Duohu's aunt did not escape, she was hit by an arrow in the back and died on the side of the road, but the other concubines were arrested.