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Zhang Liao couldn't help but fall into deep thought, and remembered that once Lord Ding said to himself: "My nephew said: A unit, from the beginning of its establishment, will be branded with the mark of the commander and form its own style. ”

Will you be like Big Brother Gao? He struggled a little. Since he was a child, his family background was not good, and now he uses the resources given by adults to build a foundation smoothly, what he cares about most is his own life, as long as he is there, everything is possible.

As for what Gao Shun said, he didn't listen, just thinking about his future style.

Under the command of Lord Thorn Shi, Brother Feng Xian relied on his own force value to let his subordinates go on a rampage with him.

Brother Cao Xing is a desperate San Lang, and he is always the first on the battlefield.

It would be a big mistake to think that he was really a reckless man, and his greatest thing was the bow and arrow in his hand.

Often in the process of charging, Cao Xing's outrageous archery skills are greatly enhanced, and when he rushes in front of the enemy, he will reap no less than five or six lives.

As for Brother Hao Meng, Zhang Liao honestly appreciates it, as if he fights a war, he will arrange everything in advance, and when the time comes, he will divide and surround the battlefield with more and less.

The eldest brother Gao Shun in front of him has a different style from each of them, he is the same as the first soldier, a bit like the first brother, and has the posture of Cao Xing's big brother.

Where is your path? Zhang Liao was very confused.

On the grassland night in early summer, there are countless mosquitoes at most, but they can't do much damage to the soldiers under Gao Shun's command, who are armed to the teeth, except for the face.

The day is clear, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse at night, and all the tents of the Kunshen tribe surround the city in a circle, layer after layer, and in the middle is naturally the tribal leader Kunshen, where the lights are still on.

"Kazuki, are you sure?" Kun Shen looked at his son, his eyes were like eagles, as if he wanted to see his heart.

"Daddy, the Zareng tribe should be a victim of the Central Lord and the royal court." Kazuki is not very sure.

"It shouldn't be." Kun Shen stripped himself naked, the tent was full of smoke, there were no mosquitoes, and people smelled a little uncomfortable.

On the prairie, although it was a little hot during the day, it was very cool at night, and he seemed to be a little hot, and he felt hot all over.

"What does Father mean?" Kazuki was surprised.

In his opinion, each of his small tribes is separated by more than fifty miles to ensure that the cattle and sheep of each tribe have enough forage.

To say that the battle between the royal court and the three adults will definitely have an impact on the small tribes, no, the Zhaleng tribe will disappear quietly.

"Whether it is our tribe or the Zhaleng tribe, they are all part of the Great Xianbei." Kun Shen patiently explained: "Although the fight between them will affect us, they will not kill all the children. ”

Oops, why are you so careless? Kazuki's face was anxious, and sweat came out.

This is the biggest flaw, you can kill or reduce adult warriors to slaves on the grassland, but you will not kill children, that is the hope of Da Xianbei.

"What sound?" Kazuki frowned.

"Wild birds." As soon as Kun Shen finished speaking, he immediately felt that something was wrong, and he yelled: "Enemy attack!" ”

As he spoke, he hurriedly put on his clothes and rushed out of the tent.

Oh my God, his heart is dripping blood, what kind of enemy is this? The tents on all sides were exposed to fire, and everyone who escaped from the fire was greeted with a bow and arrow.

"Wen Yuan, relying on infantry alone, will definitely not be able to completely annihilate the enemy." Gao Shun sat quietly on his horse: "The cooperation of infantry and cavalry can drive out the enemy!" ”

"Good Lak, Brother Shun Binh, look at me!" Zhang Liao laughed, took one of his own songs, and quickly entered the battle.

Since the two cooperated, they had been fighting in the middle of the night, and once a tribe was destroyed, they disappeared into the vast grassland.

The weeds, which are taller than a man, are the best camps for the troops. Besides, it doesn't matter if it's Asakusa, the soldiers sleep inside, and you can't see anything outside.

"Who?" Kun Shen was out of anger.

He was the first batch of Xianbei people to start with King Tanshihuai, although his physical strength has been declining over the years, he has never relaxed his martial arts.

It's no exaggeration to say that even the only adult son, Kazuki, can't please him.

"Haha, I'm your grandfather!" Zhang Liao didn't know that the enemy on the other side was the leader of the tribe, and he bent his bow and arrows, and the arrows in his hands made a beautiful sound.

Those Xianbei people who had just woken up from their sleep had just mounted their horses when they were shot dead on the spot by him and his soldiers.

Ordinary soldiers of the Han people generally have night blindness, but fortunately, after Lord Thorn Shi came, everyone's treatment has improved a lot, and everyone has salt in their dishes, not to mention, the eyes of the big guys can gradually see things at night.

On the other hand, on the Xianbei side, one by one was choked by the smoke and coughed violently, and from time to time someone groped and rode on a horse, but was shot down again.

In the east, in the four directions, Gao Zhong, Gao Yong, Gao Qiang, Gao Diligent, each with a song of people are ready for battle.

"Daddy, get on the horse!" In the chaos, Kazuki pushed his father onto the horse and jumped on another horse himself: "Warriors of the Kun Deep Division, I am the young leader Hemu, move closer to me!" ”

The place where Gao Shun was located was located in the upwind zone, and he couldn't help but admire in his heart, this tribe was still one of the few Xianbei tribes that could organize a counterattack.

Is your counterattack useful, though?

Kun Shen is not an ordinary small tribe, because of Kun Shen's achievements when he was young, the entire tribe has about 5,000 people who control the strings.

In the summer, eighty percent of the people moved with the tribe, and two percent stayed in the center of their tribe, guarding their own women and children.

Rao is so, and there are about 4,000 people here.

The people of Kun Shen shouted that the horses were neighing, but on the other hand, there was endless silence on the side of the Han army, from officers to non-commissioned officers.

Only Zhang Liao, who was excited to kill, did not shout loudly, and it was extremely loud in the night sky.

Both sides couldn't speak each other, and they both had a rough idea of what the other was shouting.

Although Tanshi Huai was dead, Kun Shen and his son Hemu thought about breaking through to the east as soon as they gathered their subordinates, because that direction was the direction of Danhan Mountain.

Obviously, the two of them were wrong in their initial guesses, and the real culprits behind the recent slaughter incidents were not their own people, but the cunning Han people.

Seeing the disheveled soldiers behind him, Lao Kunshen's eyes showed endless desolation, and before he started the battle, he had less than half of his troops.

Once upon a time, even if he was a small tribe, even the adults in the middle of the country did not dare to assign any tasks to their clans, and everyone knew that they were the personal soldiers of Lord Tanshihuai.

Otherwise, how could a small tribe have five thousand men and horses? The average two thousand is already very good.

These people's eyes were full of confusion, they didn't know anything about it, and they obviously had severe night blindness.

"Let's go!" Kun Shen closed his eyes and listened to the people who were still screaming, and he didn't look back.

"Trapped!" Gao Zhong led his own song and forced it from the east.

Shouts were heard from the other three directions, and the four teams, slow but sure, gathered in the middle. (To be continued.) )