"Brute!" Zhao Meng roared out, he had been pointing the way just now, and he hadn't noticed it at all.

The dead child didn't feel anything, it happened so fast that he didn't even have time to react.

"Lord Captain said with a smile," Murong Shuang's voice was very calm: "You and I are on both sides of the enemy, since Lord Zhao, you dare to invade the territory of my Murong Department, you have to think about the consequences." ”

"The thief said in vain, this place itself is the land of my Han people, when did it become your Murong family?"

He was furious, and jumped up, only to see a strong figure soaring into the air, and after a few times he reached the door of the big tent, and with a gesture of his hand, a soldier came over: "Lead my horse." ”

He didn't say much, but stood quietly in front of the big tent and waited.

Xi Zhicai was shocked, but there was no good way, he immediately ordered to go down and let a hundred Zhao family tribes follow.

Zhao Meng seemed to realize something, looked behind him, and saw his son's eldest brother nodding firmly at him.

"Brothers, I'm going to take you to kill the dogs." The movements of the tribes were very fast, and they immediately gathered around Zhao Meng, and his face was tense all the time: "It's possible that you won't be able to come back, are you afraid?" ”

"Haha, the head of the family laughed, the eldest husband Ma Leather shroud, what are you afraid of?" The tribesmen laughed, as if they weren't going to fight at all, just to take a walk outside.

The north gate of the Han army's tent slowly opened, and one hundred and one mermaids rushed out, and the chain mail on Zhao Meng's body shone in the early morning sun, and it seemed to be bathed in a layer of divine brilliance at this moment.

Xi Zhicai personally went to the big tent door and waved at the soldiers who were about to close the tent door.

When he arrived in front of the child, his innocent eyes had already dimmed, and Zhao Meng jumped off the horse and gently closed his eyes.

He treats him like his own child, and all his movements can be called meticulous. The young body was rested in the middle of the bushes.

"Good boy, look at Uncle to avenge you!" Zhao Meng laughed and turned over his horse: "Brothers, follow me!" ”

"Murong Pifu, let you see the majesty of my Han family's boy." His voice was like thunder, ringing in the ears of the Xianbei people: "You dare to kill one of our Han people." We're going to kill ten Xianbei people! ”

A sneer flashed in Murong Shuang's eyes, he knew that the other party was a martial artist, so what? If the power of a martial artist is so great, then why are everyone fighting around in this world?

It's better to sit down and compare, whoever has the highest martial arts will be in charge of the world.

The Xianbei people's cavalry shooting, even the Huns were defeated, and the southerners were not good at riding and shooting, why did they fight with our Xianbei on this land?

"Eldest prince, what about those Han people?" Someone hurried to ask for instructions.

This time. Murong was a little worried, it was okay to let him come up with some ideas or something, but at such a moment, he didn't know what to do.

really wants to kill all the Han people with a rain of arrows, and I don't know if Zhao Meng can withstand it with people to rush and kill.

If he takes the opportunity to kill himself and others, needless to say, the inheritance of the family is gone, how will the other tribesmen think of themselves? Even sons and daughters can't be saved.

"Captain Zhao. Why don't you avoid your Han area? Murong Huai didn't rest at all, and his voice came out: "Let's also see what is so good about you, the captain of Xianbei." ”

Compared to his son. He always had to be above board, and seeing that Murong was injured and couldn't control the situation, he had no choice but to speak in person.

When the tribes saw that the leader had come forward, they shouted in unison. It didn't take long for the Murong tribe to grow from an obscure tribe to being famous in the entire eastern part of the country today.

With Xianbei occupying the entire grassland, the Murong tribe was not like the other tribes. Leaving his family and business, he went to the central or eastern part of the country.

The main reason is that it is next to an endless forest, and most of the medicines used to build the foundation can be obtained.

Zhao Meng didn't think twice and led the team straight to the east. It is said that the tactics of the Xianbei people, when they see the enemy, it is a rain of arrows, and at this moment Murong Huai has no other words, and they do not dare to shoot arrows.

The rules of the Xianbei people are stricter than those of the Han people, and everything must be obeyed by the leader.

Fierce, too fierce! No, it's so refreshing! Xi Zhicai had never seen Zhao Meng's shot, and saw three knights behind the old man in the finished glyph, with a three-three system formation, followed by thirty-two pints.

I saw that the gun had just been raised, and the next moment, the Xianbei knight in front of him had already fallen to the ground, and he didn't see how to shoot at all, fast, it was too fast.

The horse, unaware that its master was dead, kept sniffing with its mouth on the corpses.

Murong Xianbei is not famous in other places at all, but in the eastern Xianbei area, the king of Xianbei, Tan Shihuai, led the men and horses to become an arrow and rushed westward.

In the east, there are also a large number of Huns, all of whom were conquered and eliminated by other Xianbei tribes one by one.

In the battles of their tribes, their own leaders are all out of the horse, challenging the opponent's high-end combat power, and implementing decapitation tactics.

Since they know their own strengths, they also understand their own disadvantages, and they do not have an advantage over ordinary people.

Therefore, Murong Huai's big tent of the Chinese army, on the top of his own mountain, unless all the surrounding troops are cleared, it is impossible to kill in front of the tent.

The other camps of the Xianbei people did not even stand up, ready to go down with a drum, I didn't expect that the Han army, which had always been weak, dared to go out of the camp to challenge, this is the strength of the Xianbei warriors, who are afraid of fighting immediately?

In the unbelievable eyes of the Murong troops, Zhao Jiajun was like an awl, his movements were uniform, as if he was raising a gun at the same time, and before they could react, a large area had already been chiseled.

Those Xianbei people who were still alive a moment ago saw that they were all dead.

"Father, what kind of first-class martial artist is this?" Murong hurt and gasped.

"I don't know for my father," Murong looked solemn: "In Xianbei and Xiongnu before, there was no enemy at all, and those who came to the door were roughly similar to the martial arts of the father. ”

While they were talking, Zhao Meng continued to chisel through with a hundred parts.

Unknowingly, he actually killed directly from the east to the bottom of the mountain.

"Murong Huai, dare to fight!" At this time, Zhao Meng was like a god descending from heaven, majestic.

After killing about half a pillar of incense, the number of Xianbei people who died had already exceeded 1,000. He said that the agreement that the Han people would kill ten Xianbei people if they died has been fulfilled.

"Haha, Captain Zhao laughed," Murong Huai had to respond: "Since the Han people have arrived on the territory of my Murong Ministry, sooner or later there will be a battle between you and me." ”

"The soldiers listened to the order and let the Han army leave!"

He had to issue this order, seeing that the besieging Xianbei tribes were only following forever, and none of them stepped forward to fight.

Whenever the Zhao family's army moved in one direction, the knights in that place would involuntarily retreat in both directions.

After Zhao Meng personally broke off, he walked to the side of the Xianbei people, and there was no longer a Hu person around those Han slaves.

Without waiting for the orders of the Han army, the faces of the originally numb slaves regained their brilliance, let out a shout, and rushed to the camp of the Han army. (To be continued.) )