readx;

"The rattan of Hanshan is used as a bowback, and the tendons of Lu Qilin are used as bowstrings; The bow and arrow that pierced through the twelve layers of clouds and sky swept away the dark clouds of the ghost realm." Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Loud singing resounded on the steppe, and amid the praise of the archers, Naadam began an archery competition. There are three types of competitions: static shooting, riding shooting, and long-range shooting. The style, weight, length, and pulling force of the bow and arrow are not limited, and each person shoots nine arrows, which are shot in three rounds, and the top three are evaluated by the number of arrows on the target. This is the difference between skillful use of the bow and occasional use.

Red Lady, Feng Lei and others are good at personal martial arts, archery is still a gap compared to these first-rate shooters on the grassland, static shooting and long-range shooting, Red Lady rushed into the top three but was at the bottom, and Feng Lei, Jing Foer did not even enter the top ten, basically eliminated the possibility of continuing to participate in wrestling competitions.

The first mounted archery is neither Tainingwei's Buhe nor Fuyuwei's Sukhbaru, but the great Han Hara sent by the Jurchen Third Division, the second is Buhe, the third is Sukhbaru, and the Red Lady is in fourth place. This time, the Hara of the Jurchen Department immediately attracted the attention of all parties.

Because although the red lady won the championship in the riding competition, her body shape is too thin compared with the Mongolian warriors, and the wrestling competition is a comprehensive use of strength and skill, Mongolian nobles often use wrestling to select and promote wrestlers, is the red lady like a wrestler?

Yang Ling and Cheng Qiyun came to the Boke arena under the protection of the guards. The herders found a place in the circle where they sat on the ground, looking at the center of the field, which was now just a soft grass.

The race began, and the first pair of competitors slowly walked from both sides to the field, and as soon as they approached, the onlookers laughed and cheered. The scene on both sides is like a cow shaking its sharp horns and facing a little white sheep, and the contrast is so great. There is simply no need for this power race to go on.

Coming was Fu Yuwei's wrestler Alatan Ula. This is a man in his early twenties, with a burly figure and a round waist, and he wears a collar made of colorful strips of cloth on his neck, a ganga, and on his upper body he wears a chopped shoulder with black chest hair, and on his shoulders he wears bubble nails made of brass silk, and on his lower body he wears a pair of fat and pleated trousers made of sixteen feet of colored silk, and his feet are riding boots, and he is majestic.

Looking up and down, Cui Ying, the only finalist from the Taka tribe of the Gannan River. He raised his eyebrows and smiled disapprovingly. This thin body. No matter how good his skills are, it is impossible to defeat him. His waist is three times as thick as this Cui Ying, and as long as he uses three points of force, it is enough to throw this white-skinned kid out of the arena.

Sukhbaru will get rid of this competitor, and Lord Baiyin will definitely give me a generous reward." Alatan Ulla licked her thick lips and laughed.

Everyone can see that this person with the pseudonym Cui Ying is Han, but Duoyan Sanwei and Damingwei live together, and there are the most Han guests here, and the effect of integrating with each other is the best. Not only do many Mongolians wear Han Chinese and practice Han customs at home, but there are also many things that marry each other or hire each other to work. Feng Lei and Jing Fo'er, the two rugged men, couldn't see the appearance of Han people at all, which provided a good cover for Cui Ying'er, and no one doubted her identity because of this.

Cui Ying'er is dressed in a dark robe, tight-fitting and short*, just like a martial artist in the Central Plains. Her figure gave people a petite feeling compared to the mountain-like strong man in front of her. Even though she is a man in the eyes of others. Already well-meaning shepherds were shouting loudly, asking Alatanula's men not to hurt this handsome Han who looked like a big girl.

Of course, the fiercest shouts are the straightforward and enthusiastic Mongolian girls, whose sympathy and overflowing motherhood make them immediately side with the red lady. Even if a beautiful little white face travels all over the world, it is welcome in front of girls.

Read full-text novels, all on the net)

The red lady's eyes did not stare at the Mongolian man on the opposite side, but secretly glanced at Yang Ling in the crowd. If they can't see each other, it's fine, but they live so close to each other, but they can't see him every day, which is not a torment for Cui Ying'er, who is deeply tied to Yang Ling.

Hand-typed novels, hand-typed novels, textual novels, all here

But since Yang Ling severely reprimanded her last time, she no longer dared to rely on martial arts to assert herself. As a fancier who stood out in the first two competitions, she is certainly on the radar of many. The red lady didn't care about someone's idea of beating her, but she was afraid that she would cause trouble for Yang Ling.

After only one glance, and when she met Yang Ling's concerned eyes, the red lady withdrew her gaze, and the corners of her tight lips moved.

On the other side, Alatan Ula sang a challenge song, which is the habit of wrestlers, and sang the challenge song three times before appearing to strengthen the momentum, originally Cui Ying'er should have also sung the same song, but the red lady, as a native of the Central Plains, only felt like laughing when she watched the other party sing, where to sing it.

Seeing that the partners of the other party's Fu Yuwei were all responding to the voice, and the momentum was very strong, the red lady was still standing there motionless with her hands behind her back, and Feng Lei, who was worried that her momentum was weak, immediately beckoned the brothers to shout and cheer. Among them, there were also Mongolian warriors, who sang war songs loudly, while the subordinates who originally belonged to the white-clothed army shouted Chinese words such as "Victory, success, and defeat".

Alatan Ula jumped out of the field with the eagle spreading its wings, and the red lady walked steadily to the field, and stood there calmly in the middle, with his feet not bad, his hands behind his back, although he was petite compared to him, and his movements did not conform to the heroic posture of the Mongolian competition, but such a master gestured, and any look had an awe-inspiring momentum, but no one dared to laugh.

Alatan Urazaka only circled around the red lady twice with his arms scattered, and the red lady just stood with her hands in her hands, staring into the void, no matter where he turned, not only did she not move, but she didn't even glance out of the corner of her eye. Alatanula couldn't hold it back, and he yelled and pounced.

Mongolian wrestling grabs each other as soon as it comes up, and landing on any part above the knee is a failure, but you can't hold your legs, you are not allowed to reverse your joints, and you are not allowed to pull your pants. Masters fight, should fight sumo, hovering each other, leg and knee strikes, looking for the opponent's flaws. However, the figure of the red lady really doesn't make people see the slightest threat.

Alatan Ula is a well-known player of Fu Yuwei, the first two games are behind, and he is already unwilling to pull back a game, so he uses the most domineering grab and throw technique, which is a technique that can only be used by the disparity in strength between the two, and he wants to strike

And kill. Make a head start first.

A tiger leap in the shouts of the shepherds. His huge body turned flexibly, as if he was shaking left and right, and he grabbed the shoulder of the red lady inferentially, and her body was relaxed all of a sudden, and the girls screamed worriedly, if this reckless man threw Cui Ying out like this. The other party's body is so thin, once it lands, it is estimated that the lightest consequence is that the lumbar spine is broken into several pieces, and he will become a paralyzed person from then on.

Alatanula really showed no mercy to his subordinates, his huge body turned on the spot, and threw the red lady out with the strength of his waist and legs

The red lady who was thrown into the air was tied up and tightened her chest. When the volley flipped upside down, it landed firmly on the ground, with both feet on the ground, and there was no violation. Alatan Ulla, who was stunned, roared angrily and rushed over to catch her again, and the red lady smiled at the corner of her mouth. Advancing and retreating, like a butterfly wearing flowers. The indescribable grace of the fluttering clothes caused the girls on the grassland to be fascinated, and Ula jumped like thunder in anger.

Now he just wants to catch this slippery Cui Ying who swims like a fish, and subdue him with a hug and fluttering method, but Cui Ying'er is not as easy to deal with as Fang Cai, his hands can't touch the red lady, it's better, as soon as he touches the other party's body, he is embarrassed, either staggering forward, or being shaken away.

Such a strangeness, not only the shepherds at the scene were amazed, some people reported the news into the sweat tent, and the Queen of Duoyan Yinqi and the Living Buddha and others also heard the news and came out to see the excitement. Although there is also a way to unload strength in wrestling, but there is no such clever unloading method, let alone this kind of kung fu to borrow strength, Yinqi looked at the handsome and handsome body and kung fu of the red lady, and couldn't help but be obsessed, only to feel that there is no second person in the world who can be as intoxicating as him.

Qiuyang Zhuzha Living Buddha stared at it for a long time, and couldn't help but praise it again and again, and said: "This Han person should be a very clever eighteen fall exercises among the Han people."

Of course, the red lady will not be touched by anything, but this living Buddha has never been in the Central Plains in his life, but he has heard the monks in the temple mention the Central Plains Kung Fu many times, and when she saw that her skills were very similar, she took it for granted and asserted. Yin Qiqi said: "What kind of kung fu is that, is it very powerful?" ”

"It's very powerful, this kind of powerful kung fu is similar to our big mudra kung fu, it is a very clever martial art!"

Hearing such words, not only did Queen Yinqi have a little more respect in addition to the admiring eyes of the red lady, but even the people on both sides who heard what the living Buddha said were also full of awe.

News spread quickly, and those who were confident about winning a wrestling title were immediately frustrated. Even the highly respected Living Buddha praised him so much, which shows that his kung fu is really good. Although he didn't use authentic wrestling, he didn't violate the rules of wrestling at all, so who could blame him for not that?

Now not to mention winning the game, they have to worry about how to play decently, and not be embarrassed like Ulla.

People live for profit and die for profit. As Naadam drew to a close, the unrelenting profit-seekers began to stage the same massacres in different places.

Hara, the son of the Jurchen Gandori chieftain Suowan, was feasting with his brothers in his tent. His tent was set up very far away, and the core area was the camp of the Mongols who came to participate in the competition, and the Han merchants who were very popular with the herdsmen. And the Jurchen, in the eyes of the Mongols, had no status, although he was the son of a chieftain.

The haughty Hara did not want to see the white eyes of the Mongols. So he set up his tent on a grassy slope far away, and only his brethren who came with him lived with him. The sum of his first two results is already among the best, and he is confident that he will never be weaker than anyone in the Bock competition, so to speak, he is one step closer to the queen of Duoyan, that cute and lovely girl, and his heart is naturally very happy.

His father has a territory of more than 1,000 miles and 600 households under his command, which is considered a very large tribe in Jianzhou Jurchen, if he can marry Queen Duoyan. His family will become the first Jurchen family, and more and more people will join the Jurchen clan, and it is for this reason that Suo Wan sent his son to Duoyanwei, hoping to win the championship of the three arts.

Hara was indeed a very skilled warrior among the Jurchen tribes, and his event was scheduled in the afternoon, and it was much better to relax here than to go out into the arena and watch others compete in the sun. Although after the victory. It will inevitably be the same as some of the heroes who participated in the morning and won, but Hara doesn't want to watch now.

There are more than 30 kinds of kicks, picks, hooks, etc., and more than 300 movements. Everyone knows these skills on the grassland, there are no tricks and secret skills, it is completely up to the opponent's use and their own strength. In the face of different opponents, the skills and strength displayed by the opponent are different, so go and observe and preconceive. Actually, it's not good.

There was no music, no singing and dancing, but Hara and his brothers had a great time. He drinks a lot, and drinking in moderation will not affect his skills, but will increase his strength, which is conducive to better swinging. When other tribes fought with other tribes, Hara used to carry a leather bag of liquor instead of drinking water.

Hara picked up the big bowl, and just after the cow drank a bowl of spirits, he heard a brother next to him talk about the beauty of Queen Yinqi, and Hara couldn't help but put down the cup and laughed. It seems that the noble and handsome little beauty has become his wife.

The weather was very sunny, and the wind blowing into the tent was so refreshing. This is a good day, and he will definitely live up to his expectations and successfully return to the land with the beauty. Thinking like this, Hala pricked a piece of blood sausage with a knife and stuffed it into his wide mouth, chewing it vigorously.

"Whew! Whew! Whew! There was a cracking sound, and the wind in the tent became steeply stronger, and the surrounding of the tent was suddenly cut by more than ten sharp steel knives at the same time, and then a person rushed into a person from those cracks, holding the sharp blade in his hand, and without saying a word, he stabbed the back of the heart of the Jurchens who turned back in surprise.

With the preparation to kill unprepared, and the other party is obviously proficient in close-quarters martial arts, the sound of cracking silk has not disappeared in his ears, and the sound of the blade entering the body sounded in the tent, a short scream, and a pool of blood suddenly accumulated on the carpet.

Be brave as a territory

The samurai was not spared, and when he lifted his hands and smashed his cup and plate and table into a handsome young man who rushed over, he was shocked to see that he was still able to move sideways like a ghost when he rushed towards him, avoiding his sudden resistance.

No, it wasn't a lateral movement, and the staggered body to the side didn't hesitate to rush forward at all, and Hara's hand had just touched the hilt of the sword, and the sharp blade had already pierced his throat. The chatter, laughter, and feast disappeared in an instant, and it was only a moment's effort, and the tattered tent was full of pools of blood and corpses, and it was desolate.

The order came from the Han man who had stabbed Hara to death, and his sword rubbed against Hara's body, quickly returned the sheath, and led the men out of the tent like a light smoke.

In the distance, two herdsmen were driving their flocks of sheep to graze by the mirror-like sea, and a dozen or so people who flashed out of the tattered tents jumped on horseback and walked leisurely into the distance, and in the distance, no one seemed to pay attention to everything that was born here, and there was one less of a strong contender for the queen's husband.

Just when the red lady fell neatly over the shoulder and smashed Ula's huge body to the ground, the news of Hara's death came, and the grassland competition suddenly became nervous.

The Naadam conference was forced to be suspended, and Queen Yinqi personally led people to deal with the affairs of Hara first. Hara's tribe is naturally vulnerable in her eyes, and the Jurchen tribe has no strong power, although the Jurchen tribe is divided into three major tribes, in fact, each of them is still full of constant tribal vendettas, they are not united, and they do not have a strong leader, and they have no influence on Duoyan Sanwei.

But the son of a chieftain who came to the tournament died in her land. That is a challenge to Queen Duoyan's authority, if she doesn't stand up and preside over the overall situation at this time, then in front of all the tribes, Queen Shunming's majesty will be lost.

Before the Red Lady showed such outstanding kung fu, Hara was the only one who was qualified to win the championship among the warriors other than Duoyan Sanwei, and he was suddenly killed at this time, and this Jurchen tribe had nothing to do with the various tribes participating in the competition, the only explanation is that some people were afraid of his strength, so they were using despicable means to eradicate dissent.

Tai Ningwei is suspicious, and Fu Yuwei is also suspicious. Anyone involved in the expulsion of the final victor was suspicious, but the Red Lady did not, because the kung fu she showed proved that she did not need to use such means at all, and even that she would be the next person that the parties wanted to get rid of.

The shepherds of the steppe inquired about each other's news, and all of them were ordered to stay where they were, not to leave for the time being. Until twilight. Queen Yinqi and Bai Yin, Agudamu and others rode back, galloping to the front of the high platform like a gust of wind.

Queen Yinqi ascended the high platform with a sinking face. She announced in a loud voice that she had ordered an immediate investigation into the cause of Hara's death, that the murderer would be found and severely punished, that she would give an explanation to the Jurchen people, and that all the tribes of the steppe should not panic. At the same time, the various tribes on the Nada Musai grassland are mixed and camped, and it is easy to take advantage of the murderer. Therefore, it was ordered that all the departments should immediately move back to Duoyan City to live, and they were not allowed to stay here.

Yin Qi's instructions and deployments were quite orderly, but Bai Yin, who had never taken her in his eyes and completely regarded her as a little girl who had no opinions, was secretly surprised.

Finally, Yin Qi glanced at the herdsmen of the various tribes who were whispering in disbelief below, and announced in a loud voice, "Those who are qualified to enter the final round." There are also Buhe, Sukhbaru and Cui Ying. Uncle Baiyin and Uncle Agudam, please be sure to protect the safety of Lingzi's nephew, as for this Cui Ying of the Taka tribe, they have the least manpower, and I will bring him back to the palace. Until the end of Naadam! ”

The red lady was stunned, she didn't expect Yinqi to publicly express her good impression of her. Under the pretext of protecting her safety, let her live in the palace. She couldn't help but look at the high platform, her eyes touched Yinqi, and touched the little girl's eager, smiling and sparkling eyes, the red lady was numb, and she had goosebumps.

The red lady, who was not afraid of heaven and earth, was afraid of Queen Yinqi, she quietly cast her pleading eyes to Yang Ling, Yang Ling smiled silently, but just gave her a little bit, so that her heart was a little settled. And Cheng Qiyun behind him, the hateful woman threw a charming smile at her, blinked narrowly, and nodded gently. Thinking of the agreement between the two people, and then looking deeply at Yang Ling, who had a determined face, the red lady had no choice but to reluctantly walk towards Queen Yinqi.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on her, and her figure was long, and she was majestic on Naadam, and now she was like a prisoner in prison, miserable and terrified.

At this time, a fire was burning on the Horqin grassland, and the grass was not easy to ignite in this season, but if the tents, carpets, and bedding of nearly 3,000 people of the Wuenqi tribe were poured with butter and fat, and they were allowed to burn to their heart's content, the grass that grew around the waist would soon be dried and ignited, and thick black smoke would emit out, and then under the wind, it would spew out blazing flames and burn far away.

It's too vicious, this season is the time when the water and grass are the most abundant, and few grassland tribes set fire to the grassland they depend on to fight each other when they are fighting each other. This is the life of the people of the Absolute Fang Clan. But now, the crazy Yibu has actually done this thing that everyone is angry about.

The survivors of the Wuenqi tribe cried and fled for their lives on the grassland, and they were now convinced that the men dressed as Hu merchants from the Western Regions were the men and horses sent by Yibula to make trouble, and they must rush back immediately to report to the leader: Warat has made a move on Horqin!

This mercenary army was originally a group of outlaws, but now it has received direct orders from Cheng Qiyun and Adney: they can use any means and methods to strike at the various tribes of the steppe, and they can successfully provoke a big war between them, and everyone is a great merit, they can get a lot of rewards, and all the proceeds of plunder belong to individuals. What else do they have to scruple about.

Tunmi led the people all the way north. This area is the border between the Warat, the White Clothes Army and the Horqin Division, and relatively speaking, it is also the safest and most peaceful place at present. As long as Jia goes northeast, he can return to the sphere of influence of the White Army, which is much safer, after all, they are only a small detachment.

They walked all the way, set fire all the way, and there were flames and smoke everywhere on the Horqin grassland!

The robbers shouted excitedly, and the hump was piled with goods

This time, except for the little thing that looks like it. It had all been exchanged for real possessions, plundered from the Unqi tribe.

Along a meandering river, about a dozen miles, at the bottom of a high slope they kindled a fire, where the grass grew more luxuriant, and when it rose it became more intense, when the wind suddenly became stronger. The flames scurried and swept towards the hinterland of Korqin. The smoke in the sky was like a black dragon. It also carries the ashes of the burning plants and trees.

"Hahahaha", Thonya laughed loudly as he stood on the high slope while watching with interest the destructive effect of his own hands with the clairvoyance in his hand. They were originally predators on the grassland, they didn't need to graze, and they didn't even think about the fact that if this fire burned continuously because of the wind, it would turn thousands of acres of grassland into black soil. So how do the tribes of this land live.

In fact, he doesn't need to think about it, the seven major disasters of the grassland, the white disaster (heavy snow), and the black disaster (no snow in winter) are the nightmare of the entire grassland. Plunder, burn, and kill.

As for wind disasters, fires, droughts, diseases, and wolf plagues, if any tribe encounters which tribe is unlucky, even if there is no grudge against other tribes, most of them will end up fighting to the death with tribes that have not been affected by the disaster in order to survive. Right now. Artificially create a few fires and let them vent their anger on the heads of the Warats.

"Collar. It's time for us to get out of here," said the Korean swordsman.

"Wait, brother, don't you think it's a rare sight? It's worth appreciating it, but we rarely do anything so interesting. Tunmi replied with a smile, and his moving clairvoyant suddenly stopped, and after a while, he said, "The man is coming."

The subordinates immediately became nervous, someone had already drawn out a knife and gun, and Tun Mi smiled: "Don't be nervous, there are only a few hundred people, they are Tatars, are they embarrassed, what are they running over to the fire?" ”

In the camera, hundreds of knights are clearly seen in an arc, desperately trying to bypass the fire and rush over from the side. But the fire burned so fast that they avoided it in such a way that each man covered his face with a cloth towel, but he was still blinded by the smoke and ashes, and if they had not kept a tight grip on the horse, the horse would have fled.

"Hundreds? Then there is no need to worry, they don't want to put out fires or cut off the grasslands, what are they running here? Goryeo swordsman Hiroshi Kanemura asked suspiciously.

The treacherous merchant of Tunmi was relieved of his anger, and said with a cold smile: "Whatever, we don't have any friends here, and anyone we can meet is our enemy, and we must find a way to kill the earthlings." Kill them too, and give them a little more fire, and we'll get ready."

The wolf-like warriors began to prepare nervously again. Soon, they were again a group of leisurely singing distant folk songs, marching through the prairie to meet the group of knights who had come in a hurry.

The marching team rushed in front of them with a body of gunpowder smoke and pyrotechnics, their bodies and faces were covered with grass ash, their eyes were half-open, and some of them were still in tears, although most of them were coughing desperately, they still held the blades in their hands vigilantly, and looked at the advancing team.

The nonsense and dress of Tun Mi and the others, especially the few bewitching and big-eyed and charming women in the merchant team, quickly dispelled their doubts, and no team would bring women with them.

A man with a leading figure approached, greeted Tunya politely, and asked for some water, which they needed to moisten their thirsty throats. Tunmi enthusiastically agreed to them, and had the water bags taken from under the hump, and generously presented them to the grizzled knights.

They had apparently just come out of the incessant fire. Not only was the blood boiling of the run, but also because of the flying ash along the way, it was so choking that I couldn't breathe. There was a great deal of water, and everyone drank to their heart's content, and some of them drank to their heart's content, spraying water on their heads and necks, and these sturdy knights burst into laughter.

The beard under his chin, the slightly elegant collar had not yet taken a sip, and he did not move, and the twenty or so sharp-eyed men standing in front of him stood upright on their horses. Although their faces were covered with black ash and their lips were chapped, they were still like stakes, and they didn't even move their eyes elsewhere.

Guarding so dutifully, and each of them was as if they were made of fine iron, it could be seen that as long as they pulled out the long knives at their waists, they were all good men. Tun Mi couldn't help but feel dark in his heart, and was secretly curious about the identity of the leader in front of him who didn't seem to have much of a king's spirit.

But it doesn't matter who he is. This battle is inevitable. Escaping from the fire, what they want most must be clear water. Therefore, Tunmi has already poisoned the water in advance, although there are only hundreds of these warriors, but looking at the mighty momentum, even the ironclad team of thousands of people has not been able to match it.

Tun Mi and others believe that as long as they can kill the opponent, what method is the most labor-saving. Then what to do. meanness, is an appreciation; Shamelessness also requires ability. Can you not be a hero, never pretend to be a big-tailed wolf!

Seeing the presumptuousness of his subordinates, the slightly Sven leader laughed and saluted Tu Mi's chest: "My subordinates are too rude. Wasted so much water, I'll make amends to you in a moment."

Tun Mi smiled: "It doesn't matter, there are rivers and seas everywhere in this grassland, and our water source will be replenished soon." He handed the man a bag of water and said with a smile, "You can drink a little too." It's really unfortunate, I don't know if it's the thunder fire or the shepherd's carelessness. It caused such a big fire, and now it is going to burn down a large area of grassland."

"Thank you!" The man took the water bag, unscrewed the wooden cork, and said with a smile: "Yes, I just came out of the fire, and I originally wanted to go north, but the burning there was more violent, and we don't know how big the fire is, so we don't dare to take the risk, Horqin has suffered heavy losses."

There seemed to be a hint of schadenfreude in his tone, and Tunmi looked at him alertly, only to see the man unscrew the cork, and just put the water bag to his lips and then froze, his eyes fixed on his horse.

Tunmi subconsciously glanced down, and his heart couldn't help but tighten

He was so careless, there was a cloud of blood under the horse's abdomen that had not been brushed off, including his boots, and there were blood stains on them. This cannot be excused by slaughtering cattle and sheep, you know, how can people who walk the steppe all the year round, slaughter a sheep with a knife the size of a palm, until the whole sheepskin is peeled off, and not a drop of blood will be splashed on the ground? What's worse is that spraying on the belly of a horse is even more impossible.

"Do you want to explain that you met a horse thief on the road?" Swallowing Mi pondered, the man had already put down the water bag, his hand slowly touched the saber on his waist, and said with a vigilant look on his face: We are merchants from the Western Regions, and I don't know how Yili collects the current taxes? ”

Tun Mi smiled bitterly in his heart, he was doing a business without capital, how could he care about how much the taxes in Turpan were?

The middle-aged man with a sven appearance stared at his eyes tightly, swept left and right slyly, and then raised his eyes to meet the man's eyes, and laughed. The collar pressed the knife and let out a brisk laugh.

The laughter did not stop, the shoulders of the two moved at the same time, and the saber on the waist had already swung a halo of light, with a gust of wind, rolling towards each other's heads.

The water bag was thrown into the air, and I don't know whose knife was split first, like a broken silver bottle, and the silver droplets were sprinkled all over the sky, reflecting each other's cold knife light, and slammed into each other with a sonorous sound.

Two people shouted one word at the same time: "Kill!" ”

A chaotic battle exploded on the grassland where the flames had just burned and the black ashes were flying like butterflies

When the wheel-like red sun hangs on the horizon with a soft red glow, it looks as if it has come to the end of the sky. However, it is not the end of heaven, but the end of life.

There is already a Gobi Desert at your feet. Only sporadic grass and trees swayed in the evening breeze. Tunmi led the cavalry to chase down the cavalry leader, and he was already at the end of the road.

Tunmi didn't want to kill them all, leaving a few alive to go to various tribes to tell the right and wrong, it was beneficial to them, but the combat strength of this cavalry team of hundreds of people was too strong, although most of the soldiers took the poison and quickly lost their combat power, but this leader only had the force of more than 20 guards around him, and actually rushed out from the encirclement of more than 200 people.

Thunmi knew the abilities of his subordinates well, and they were not inferior to the warriors of the various tribes of the steppe. The melee ability is even stronger, the opponent's guards are so strong, there is only one explanation, this seemingly ordinary knight team, in fact, is all from the brave and good at fighting, with a hundred Mongolian athletes repeatedly selected elite soldiers.

Then the leader they protect must be an extraordinary figure, so I'd rather kill the wrong one than let it go!

Nor is he in a hurry like a lost dog. Whipping his mount desperately, there were only two retinues left behind him.

He is the grandson of the Heavenly Sage Khan. The Heavenly Sage Khan personally captured the emperor of the Ming Dynasty; The Heavenly Sage Khan once forced the descendants of Genghis Khan to be cornered; Then in his hands, he humiliated himself and surrendered his hand to Boyan, and was even deprived of the title of Great Khan.

His palace is no longer called the palace, the crown on his head is forced to be cut off, and he can only kneel in the palace, this series of events is always reminding him of his humiliation. He wanted to regain his former prestige. He wants to regain the glory of his grandfather, and his ambitions are even greater than those of Boyan.

But the fire sieve is really not a good partner with the fire, this leader of the Menggol Jin Tu Black Dog Special Department likes to borrow a knife to kill people, he always encourages people to conflict with Boyan, and the fire sieve seems to have been on the front line, but rarely has a substantive conflict with Boyan. This made Yi Bula have to look farther to the east, and get in touch directly with Duoyan Sanwei across the Boyan Division.

Meng En's negotiation with Queen Yinqi involved the cooperation of two powerful forces, and there were too many details to be discussed, and it was impossible for Meng En to send the news across the Boyan tribe at a time when the situation on the battlefield was changing rapidly, so he came in person.

It's an adventure. But the price of the risk is worth it, success or failure. That's the difference from a slave to an emperor, it's worth throwing your head and spilling blood, let alone a secret meeting.

The route he chose was the border between the White Clothes Army and the Boyan forces, mainly passing through the peaceful Horqin grassland, and in the enemy's territory, the fewer people he brought with him, the less noticeable he became, and he only brought a close guard enough to block thousands of people, to do this adventure. But no one expected that the wind and waves would come over and be planted in this small gutter.

"They should be a bunch of horse thieves," he said, gasping for breath. A great khan with hundreds of thousands of subordinates, chased by a group of horse thieves of hundreds of people, ran as if he was desperate, and some wanted to cry.

The sun is about to set, twilight is approaching, on the vast grassland, rolling green grass waves, hundreds of knights in the grass waves seem to be chasing the sunset that is about to set in the west.

Thunmi drew his bow again, and the sharp arrows reflected the dark red sunlight like fangs dripping with blood.

He sneered, and the arrow shot out through the wind, and it didn't pull at it.

The next day to shoot the sun, it is also an arrow.

Swallowing an arrow, it also shot down a round of sun, the only leader who united and commanded the many tribes of Warat. It's just that Tunmi didn't know that what he was about to kill was such a big man.