The gate of the castle of the Murong Ministry was unloaded little by little, and the people of the ministry were very worried.

It is easier to destroy than to build, and many people have contributed to the construction of the castle at the beginning, although most of the rough work is done by slaves below, but the people are not lazy.

Murong Huai also made up his mind this time, he wanted to leave the captain of the Han Court here, so that the Han people would take a detour when they saw the banner of their tribe in the future, and almost all the fighting forces would be taken away.

In the castle, except for some female slaves, there was no slave left, and they were all fighting on the front line.

The palms of his hands were sweaty, Murong Da was very nervous, he held the sword in his hand, and aimed at the key point of Gu Song at any time.

As long as there is a slight abnormality, the two people in front of them obviously have not practiced the channeling technique, and they can be easily killed.

Luckily, there was no worst outcome, and they stood there quietly, not thinking of running away at all.

The people on the fortress wall slowly came down without a sound and gathered around Murong Da.

The warriors of these tribes have just practiced the channeling technique, even if they have not yet built a foundation, it is just because the tribe does not have so much financial resources to provide relevant medicinal materials, and all of them are quasi-martial artists.

Gu Song made a gesture outside, and the subordinates stopped shooting arrows, let out a shout, and rushed to the gate of the Murong Department like a tide, as soon as they came in and looked at the leader, they saw him and kept waving his hand, not knowing what the situation was.

For a moment, Gu Song really wanted to destroy Murong Ministry, but reason told him that he couldn't regret it at this time.

The weapons of Murong Da and Murong Qi's father and son were all aimed at him, and if there was anything wrong with him, he would immediately slash at his head, and the threat of the Channeling Technique cultivator was too great, and he felt powerless.

Under the arrangement of the Murong Department, the people of the Gu Song Department were orderly, and as soon as they entered the door, they arrived on the right hand. It is not a living agglomeration, but a road to the Tiger Forest.

The people on both sides were like crazy people, screaming in their mouths, and some even let out a miserable scream from time to time.

Zhao Yun's eyes didn't stop for a moment, staring at the gate of the castle of the Murong Department in the distance.

It's strange, generally speaking, the gate is very acquainted, could it be that their tribe has no money, so they built a tofu and scum project? It collapsed outside with a thud.

If there is the effect of an outside arrow. That force must go inward, and it should also go inward.

Immediately afterwards, the people from the Gusong Department poured in, and it seemed that the elite of the Murong Department were besieging outside the Han army camp.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a little worried about his father, and he didn't know if he could hold on to his old man.

On second thought, even though the camp was freshly built, it was the size of a small town. The outer walls are thick, only lacking in height, and the gates in all three directions are sturdy.

"Third son, it's time for us to go." Zhao Dong couldn't wait to fight.

"Sixteen boys. You are behind, if you want to take the lead today, defeat me first! Zhang Fei was a little arrogant, and the two had tried many times. Ten times he won six times, two draws and two defeats.

Zhao Yun scratched his head a little, he always felt that something was very wrong. But I don't know where it is, I can't say.

"Zilong, can I call you brother?" Zhang Fei was anxious: "Don't you just want me to call you brother?" Well, Yun'er is your sister, she is my unmarried wife, and I will call you brother from now on. ”

"Third son, it's still the old man who takes people in." The foundation is not to grab merit, if you want to say that he is familiar with the Murong Department, there is really no one who can compare to him, and he has come here dozens of times.

As soon as the old man came out, Zhao Dong and Zhang Fei had nothing to say, so they couldn't fight with him. Seeing that he is about to enter the ground, let him make meritorious service is that he and others still have a chance anyway.

"Uncle, do you want to wait a little longer?" Zhao Yun comforted: "The two sides haven't fought to the end. ”

The foundation is indispensable, Zhang Fei quit: "Are you my brother?" Don't you hear that the shouts of killing are gradually disappearing? When these people kill Murong Ministry, we will suffer even greater casualties. ”

"Okay then," Zhao Yun was helpless: "Uncle, be careful, if there is anything wrong, come back immediately." ”

Ji Ji looked at Guiman and Duohu, and their eyes were warm, and they looked at him with burning eyes.

"Come with me." He smiled slightly, even if my uncle is Han, I want them to see that my Xianbei man can still fight well.

The old man walked in front with four strong pawns, majestically.

Guilty Man and Duohu, they were so anxious that they wanted to beat their horses and run forward several times, but they had to slow down.

On the way, I saw a lot of dead bodies, some from the Murong Department and some from the Bone Loose Department.

"It's really still a loose bone." When he unraveled the masked corpses, he immediately recognized them.

No matter which tribe, not long after the child is born, the totem of the tribe will be tattooed on the body.

Between the adjacent tribes, the colors and patterns of the totem are different, and those who are familiar with the totem can understand which tribe it belongs to when they look at the totem.

The foundation didn't speak, he felt the blood boiling all over his body, from birth to the present, he had martial arts in the time and space of his youth, but he had never fought with other tribes at all.

As for the Han people, don't even think about it, according to Genchi, that is our biggest buyer. If you want to fight with the Han people, what if you don't buy horses with us in the future?

I didn't expect that there was still a chance when I was old, and it was the vanguard army in front.

Looking at the two people who were eager to try, the foundation said silently in his heart, both Xianbei people, the old man can only help you get here,

In the future, whether it is under my uncle or in the Zhao family's army, you can only fight for any future by yourself.

I never thought that the war was so simple, and if the two sides went back and forth with arrows, one side would lose if it couldn't hold on.

Old Foundation didn't have such good eyesight, he stared at the boss in the distance, and found that he couldn't see anything except trees and shadows.

Naji's daughter really found a good uncle, Zhao Dong knew that he couldn't see clearly, and explained what happened in a low voice beside him.

Zhao Yun led everyone and always followed the two arrows, his brows were deeply locked, did he miss something.

Brother Huang Zhong trusts himself, and would rather guard Genchibu than come to earn credit with him.

Xu Shu didn't even see her own face, and ran to find oil.

Thinking of Xu Shu, Zhao Yun's face couldn't help but warm, that kid was secretly parting ways with Xi Zhicai, finding oil, he had his own big plan.

I can't help but say that the cattle are the cattle people, and the people of Xuansu County have no connection with the county because the sons of several major families have been sent to Lelang County, and it is estimated that Gongsun Yu does not know the whereabouts of himself and others now.

All of this was planned by Xu Shu, as long as they were in the barracks, there was a possibility that secrets would be leaked.

Wait, Zhao Yun suddenly thought of something.

He was about to stop Aki and them, but found that they had already arrived in front of Murong Castle.

Suddenly, a black human head appeared from the fortress wall, and a shout was made, and a rain of arrows flew in. (To be continued.) )