What the Tutantoise people are doing is too lacking in virtue.

The fuse of the matter, the leader of the Paradovia tribe who was killed, the eldest son of Paksan, the unlucky voter was actually marinated into bacon by the marinated beef and mutton jerky.

And the head was taken off, and it was used as a ball by a gang of Tutantoise people.

Paksan's faint old eyes suddenly turned red.

The nomads have weak feelings, in fact, the death of this eldest son does not involve Paksando's sadness, but it seriously offends him and his tribal majesty, and now the Tutantoise people play this game, and he Paladowan will be stupidly watching on the shore again, and he will have no face in the steppe in the future, and he will not even be able to protect his son's body, and the subordinate people will also be separated from Germany.

Almost screaming with all his might, Paksan thunderously raised his horsewhip in front of him, his beard trembling like a hedgehog, and roared and shouted, "Kill me!" Kill all these disgusting maggots! Stomp on them! Crush them! Not a single one to stay! ”

In the wolf-like howl of the steppe people, more than 100 warriors of the Paksan tribe, who were also full of anger, turned their bows and stepped directly onto the ice with chaotic horses.

Later, seeing that his brother had moved, the fierce man Pakra, who was afraid that he would suffer, also raised a pair of fists to the sky, like a signal, and the equally impatient more than 20,000 Paradovia wolves rode forward on the same ferocious horse, and the snow that had not yet melted was raised by the horse's hooves.

There were tens of thousands of people, no borders, and the tributaries of the Amu Darya River trampled on the frozen ice by the borderless Paraduan cavalry creaked, and the cavalry rushed in front of them as if the whole world was surging towards them, and they were immediately frightened and their round legs were weak.

"Hurry back! Go back! ”

Leaving behind the bacon of the dead ghost's head that was playing with him, and wishing that the war horse under his crotch had four more legs, Torenzo desperately kicked the horse's belly and fled back. Looking at the Paradovans rushing in frantically, the eleven Tutantoise chieftains were also numb.

However, all cattle and sheep, subordinates, property, and food are all held in the hands of the Tang people, and everyone's family members are also in their hands.

And even if they flee regardless of the lives of all their family members, there are strong enemies chasing and killing them outside the cold weather, and there is no food and grass inside, and sooner or later they will have to die in this ice and snow.

Despite their horror and reluctance, the eleven chieftain's relatives greeted the women of the Paladovan while greeting Tu Feiyuan's women, and on the other hand, they also raised their nomadic bows and roared with all their might.

"In order to survive, kill !!"

The women of the family who also greeted the chieftain in their hearts, and the Tutan Tuise tribesmen in their early 800s also raised their bows in grief and roared forward.

But that howling and strange cry is like a wolf about to die, weak and dying.

The first to clash was the rain of arrows.

When crossing the river, after all, the horse's hooves slipped so that the speed of the Paradua had to be slowed down, so that the Tutantoise people took the lead, two clusters of arrows rained over, dense flying locusts like black arrows hit the galloping Paraduan cavalry like rain hitting duckweed, angry scolding, screaming, hundreds of people tumbling and falling off their horses.

Habitually, the cavalry of the vanguard jumped off their horses, and they were about to launch a counterattack with the war horse as a meat shield and drew their bows, but in this moment, the murderer Pakla, who was originally galloping in the Chinese army, rushed to the front.

"I'm afraid of hair! Just a few of those poor ghosts' soft arrows can shoot a few, and let Lord Ben continue to charge! ”

Roaring, carrying a scimitar and holding his shield, Pakra rushed to the front fiercely, and the round shield made of cowhide was instantly full of arrows, and it did not stop him half a step, and he did not stop half a step against the countless feathered arrows, nor did he stop the chief of Paradua half a step.

The chieftain's bravery also inspired his people, and thousands of tribal warriors rushed forward with their horses and shields on their backs.

A large river was only 100 meters along the river, and under such a desperate charge, more than 100 cavalry horses slipped and fell to the ground, while the rest rushed in front of Tutantoise, who was still shooting arrows with bows and arrows.

"Kill!"

The muscles on his face were tangled like earthworms, looking at the frightened gaze on the face of the Tutantuise people in front of him who were panicking and drawing their bows and knives, Pakla's hideous face was so excited that he couldn't help himself, and the scimitar raised high made a crescent moon and slashed down heavily.

Click~

Before the flying head could splash blood on Pakra's body, he had already rushed into the Tutantoise army with his fast horse in his hand, and his scimitar slashed like a blood moon, slashing everywhere.

Following in Pakla's footsteps, the rest of the Paradovans screamed with excitement and plunged into the center of the Tutantoise like a wedge.

There is also a difference between nomadic tribes and nomadic tribes, the big tribes support many warriors, often plunder and bully the rest of the small tribes, collect tribute, people are the most bloodthirsty and killing, not afraid of close combat. The small tribes are always plundered, and the tribal men are cowardly and timid, so it is okay to let them shoot arrows from a long distance, but it is a little difficult for them to fight at close range.

Plundering Khorasan, it was these big tribe warriors that Belus drawn, and the Paradua and Tutantoise in front of him happened to be the difference between a large tribe and a small tribe.

In the blink of an eye, the battle was pierced by a knife in the heart, and the enemy troops around him were even more like the claws of eagles, which were overwhelmingly surrounded, and under such a formation, even if a dozen or so chiefs hissed and tried their best to call and suppress the formation, the irrepressible collapse still broke out irrepressibly, and hundreds of Tutantoise people cried and scattered from all directions.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Torenzo looked back at the twilight and saw that the tribal warriors around him had run away, and he shivered in horror, and this seemed to be the most loyal dog in the Fujian country and the most completely fledgling backwards with his tail between his legs.

Shouting a knife down but empty, wiping a handful of blood on his face, Pakra found that the enemy army in front of him had run away, jumped off the horse and cut off the head of the Tutan Tuise warrior who had just been hacked to death, and turned over on the horse again with blood dripping, Pakra fiercely raised the head and roared, and the tribal warriors behind him who inspired him also raised their knives and roared with the same excitement.

"Kill, don't let one go!" The ape's arm hung the hideous head around the horse's neck, and Pakra roared fiercely.

However, Pakra, who led the tribal warriors, did not notice that many relatives and brothers who followed him, even the old Paksan who was mainly vengeful, had a rich haze in his eyes.

Unlike the strict hierarchical status of the farming people, the nomads fight for a brave one, and the Pakla is too strong and dazzling, attracting the warriors of the same tribe to admire and follow, and his existence has threatened the majestic status of the various chiefs.

Qiang suppressed his dissatisfaction in his heart, and more than a dozen tribal chiefs followed him with dull horseback.

About two or three hundred corpses were left behind, and the thick blood flowing from the broken neck poured out a small nest of ice on the surface of the river, and 80,000 horses' hooves trampled it, even if it was not broken, the Amu Darya ice was still covered with dense fine cracks.

Suddenly, the dead river ice of the building made a loud rumbling sound like thunder, and under the loud sound of Gragra, the denser cracks and centipedes traveled along the river surface fiercely, becoming more and more dense, and finally, with a loud crack, a large piece of river ice flew up from the river surface and smashed into another crack.

The high-pressure water gushed out, and it was like a beginning, as more and more of the river ice cracked, and finally the rushing water washed the corpses on both sides of the bank, rushing down the river.

The record of the Amu Darya Hill River in the Chinese classics is also called medicine to kill water, and the turbulent river water actually bubbles up pieces of white smoke, like a boiling potion, but the white smoke is not a warm medicine, but a piercing cold that kills people.

More than ten miles upstream of the river, looking at the dam he was holding and the huge ice that had broken through, Xue Li pinched his chin and couldn't help but nod with satisfaction, and after a while, he turned around and roared: "Patrol along the river, never let go of a barbarian!"

"Hey!"

Tens of thousands of voices of pandering sounded in this empty and cold world, and the Xuanjia Zuowu Guard, who was wearing a white cloak to cover his body, was like a long snow dragon, and rode his horse downstream.

"To be sealed, the downstream will be handed over to you."

"Well, don't worry, the general will not let go of a barbarian."

After kneeling on one knee on the ground and giving a military salute, Guo Zhifeng stood up in full armor, turned over and got on his horse under Xue Li's satisfied gaze, and melted into the rolling white dragon.

However, Xue Rengui, who watched him leave, didn't notice it at all, and at the moment of leaving, Guo Beifeng's eyes were deeply jealous and unwilling.

Sending away the troops patrolling the West Road, looking at the turbulent Amu Darya River, Xue Li nodded with satisfaction again, and then he also put on a layer of white cloak, and directly integrated into the army left upstream, covered by dense white cloaks, and thousands of troops were hidden in the ice and snow from a distance.

More than ten meters of turbulent Amu Darya is cold and biting, and the upper reaches of the unbroken ice have ambushed the Fujian army's net, and it seems that the back road of the Paradovian people has been firmly blocked, but with those Tutan Tuvaz people, can they really defeat the invincible Paradovia tribe and force them to return to the net?

Of course, it can't be with the tofu-like Tutan Tuvaz, but there is also the Guanning Iron Cavalry of the Fujian Army waiting ahead!

Along the way, the defeated Tutantoise people continued to disperse in all directions, but the Paradovian people were very persistent, and the 20,000 cavalry did not relax for a moment while holding on to the short and fat figure of Tu Feiyuan.

Torenzo's escape was really unusual, chasing and fleeing, unconsciously more than half an hour had passed, and the gap between the rich and the poor in the tribe also made the Paradovia cavalry on good horses and horses pull into a long snake formation, winding out a few miles away.

"Turenzo, this lowly worm, once Lao Tzu catches him, he must pinch out his intestines with his own hands!"

The long chase also wore down Pakla's patience, and while the horse galloped wildly, the fierce man of the steppe shouted ferociously, but at this time, the old man of Paksan, who was trying to keep pace with him, suddenly slowed down his horse vigilantly, and raised his head in some consternation.

"What's that?"

A rugged and towering hillside suddenly appears on the flat snowfield, and on the narrow slope, a large number of black spots are densely arranged in the snow, which seems to be chaotic but gives people a sense of oppression.

Listening to his second brother's exclamation, Hakra also raised his head in shock, and a thunderous roar exploded on the hillside.

"Kill !!"