On the first day of December, the Mulan Festival, the Angu tribe entered the atmosphere of the festival early, the old venerable Wanyan Bulu was called by the Great Khan to go to Longcheng, and the Mulan Festival of the Angu tribe was presided over by Wanyan Bulu's eldest son Wanyan Buhua, which was also the first time Wanyan Buhua presided over such a big festival, and he wanted to do this grand festival well, at least better than last year, because last year was presided over by his younger brother Wanyan Jitai.

At present, the battle for the heir of the Angu tribe has reached a critical moment, and the father likes Wanyan Jitai, which is something that everyone knows, and there are not a few people in the tribe who hold the stinky feet of Yan Jitai, but Wanyan Buhua is older than his younger brother, but there are also many supporters in the tribe, and now the two factions are chess opponents, and no one can suppress anyone.

"Damn little cub!" Wan Yan Buhua scolded hatefully in his heart, this time my father went to Dragon City to bring his younger brother, that kid can show a face in front of the Great Khan, if the Great Khan approves of him, he will have no fun.

"I hope that the immortal heaven will bless, this Wanyan Jitai horse lost his front hooves and fell to death!" got up early in the morning, Wanyan Buhua first silently made a wish to Changshengtian, and then ran out like a gust of wind and began to arrange this year's Mulan Festival.

This year is a good year, not only the wind and rain are smooth, the livestock has increased a lot, and the Great Khan attacked the Great Chu Dingzhou, and the harvest is very rich, and the tents of the nobles of the entire Angu tribe are full of looted goods, as well as thousands of captured slaves.

Wanyan's eyes fell on those slaves with chains on their feet, "The women of Da Chu are indeed much more beautiful than the women on the grassland, even the nobles of our Angu tribe will inevitably have a smell on their bodies, but these women of the Southern Dynasty are all coquettish, and they can really make people dazzle their eyes when they are snatched back and washed." ”

Wan Yan Buhua has some fever on his body, among the thousands of slaves he snatched back this time, women account for the vast majority, and most of them are distributed to the warriors in the tribe, presumably there will be a lot of cubs in the tribe tomorrow. Wan Yan Buhua happily thought that as long as there were people, the tribe would always be able to prosper. After today's Mulan Festival, when I return to the tent, I have to take care of those women of the Southern Dynasty, and strive to sprinkle the seeds, so that my vein and blood will prosper.

His face suddenly cooled, and he stretched out his hand, but it began to float a slight snowflake, "Ah, this year's snow came so early, this is really a good sign!" Sticking out his tongue to lick the coldness on his hand, "Thanks to the Immortal Heaven and the wise Great Khan, this winter An Guluo can lie in the tent and sow the seeds of the tribe's prosperity." ”

Night fell, the snow fell a little heavier, the bonfires in the Angu tribe were burning one after another, each tent took out its own wine, the whole sheep were stripped of their fur and were roasting on the fire, groups of herdsmen were dancing around the bonfire, the tribe's sacrifices were also making final preparations, and the Mulan Festival was about to officially begin.

In the darkness of the camp, the groups of slaves chained in chains looked at the dark sky with blank eyes, and this happy festival had no meaning to them.

About ten miles away from the Angu tribe's station, an army was standing quietly, without a sound, without a single scratch, the snowflakes fell on their armor, and then turned into rain and flowed down, in front of them, Li Qing quietly stared at the bright fire not far away, in the dark night, the firelight was like a target, quietly indicating the target of his attack this time.

"General, wait a little longer, when they are happy and go to sleep, it will be the time for us to attack." Shang Haibo said in a low voice.

Li Qing nodded, his blood was boiling, and he couldn't hold it back, this was a sneak attack, but also a revenge, let these robbers taste the taste of their robbery! Li Qing said fiercely in his heart.

These damn barbarians, they didn't even put a single outpost on the periphery, and they must never have dreamed that someone would travel dozens of miles to attack them!

At midnight, the snow began to fall heavier and heavier, and the beasts that were quietly lying on the grassland were covered with a layer of snow, and the boiling camp in the distance began to gradually quiet down.

Li Qinghuo stood up, "Feng Guo, you are the first wave, don't stop when attacking, just set fire to it and cause chaos in the camp." ”

"Wang Qinian, after you are in Feng Guo, when you see the chaos in the camp, you immediately attack. I want you to sweep everything and break all the resistance that stands in your way. ”

"Jiang Kui, you are a peripheral guerrilla, and you can't let go of a guy who escaped. I want to be annihilated! ”

Li Qing said undoubtedly, "Mr. Shang, you are here to wait and watch me defeat the enemy!" ”

Shang Haibo is a scholar, and he has no power to tie the chicken, seeing Li Qing's arrangement, he said self-deprecatingly: "Since ancient times, there has been a saying that it is useless to be a scholar, but now I have witnessed this ancient saying, or not, I am here, don't make trouble for the general, and wait for the general to win!" ”

Li Qing smiled, pulled out his waist knife, and said in a deep voice: "Let's go!" ”

The camp was divided into three waves, like a spirit in the snow, leaping up from the ground and rushing towards the target.

Angu tribe, the gate of Muzha Zhai has long been closed, the lights on the sentry tower in front of the gate are dim, the sentries above are drowsy, they have just been exchanged, they drank too much mare's milk wine in the previous carnival, and at this time they can't hold the woman to drill the bed, but they were driven to the high sentry tower to blow the cold wind, they are all very dissatisfied.

"It's cold, what needs to be guarded against?" The sentry muttered, took out a bag of wine from his bosom, poured a large sip from his head, and handed it to his companion.

"Here, take a sip and keep the cold out!" The companion took the wine, took a sip, and suddenly said, "Don't worry, did you hear any sound?" ”

The person who was called at a loss said in a daze: "What a voice, fuck, Lao Tzu heard the voice of the woman's **!" He took the wine, and then threw his head back into his belly.

His companion suddenly had a look of disbelief on his face, and at that moment he was drinking on his back, a sharp arrow whizzed into his neck, and without a snort, he fell down, and the mare's milk wine flowed down the sentry tower.

"Enemy attack!" As soon as he stood up, several more feathered arrows flew and pierced his body, he opened his mouth wide and watched blankly as one after another people in the snow rushed towards him, his body spun half a circle, and he saw that on the other side of the sentry tower, several sentries were falling from the stairs, gasping for their last breath from their throats, and his heavy body fell from the sentry tower and slammed heavily on the snow.

Feng Guo's three hundred men cleanly solved the sentry, and it was like a torrent, straight to the gate of the village, the thin wall wood under the joint impact of the soldiers, only a few shakes before collapsing, the soldiers shouted, swarmed in, one by one from the campfire that was still burning in the morning, one by one from the campfire that was still burning in the morning, while rushing forward, the torches were still towards the tent.

The light of the fire burned from tent to tent, and in a moment the camp was illuminated. Many unknown Angu herdsmen had just run out of the tent with their bodies, and what they saw was a torrent of steel, which could not be reacted, and the long knives and spears had been slashed over.

"Well done!" Wang Qinian, who arrived in the second wave, was excited when he saw Feng Guo's movements, and shouted: "Line up, move forward!" The procession of five hundred men spread out quickly, and the long, soft tips were raised together, and they marched forward in great strides.

This is not a fight, this is a massacre. After the Mulan Festival carnival, the Angu tribe did not expect to be attacked at this time, and most of them were hacked to death or stabbed to death in the snow when they were just running out of their tents.

Wanyan Buhua is very excited today, he successfully presided over a Mulan Festival, he still didn't have fun when he returned to the tent, and after drinking a bag of horse bag wine, he dragged a snatched woman, stripped off his clothes in three or two and then fit and served, the woman under him struggled, screaming, but it made him more excited, shouting indiscriminately in his mouth, holding down the woman hard, his body couldn't help but stir, and he was happy.

The first wave of attacks in the camp made him stunned, that tribe will come to attack us, everyone is very fat this winter, don't you need to rely on robbing weak tribes to survive the winter like in previous years? But after all, he was a battle-hardened general, and he jumped up from the woman who was still crying, put on his clothes haphazardly, and rushed out with his knife while beckoning his own soldiers.

The torrent of steel that greeted him made him stunned, and the standard costume made him remember it vividly, it was the Dingzhou Army, but how could the Dingzhou Army appear here? There were already a lot of pro-soldiers behind him, gathered around, and they were nervously watching the torrent rolling in.

"Blow the trumpet, gather the troops!" Wan Yan said in a trembling voice, the most elite big tent soldiers in the tribe have been taken away by his father, and at the moment, there are more than 1,000 people in the tribe at most, but can it still be done now?

"Lord Wanyan, let's go!" The pro-soldier said eagerly.

Wan Yan didn't hesitate for a moment, the rolling torrent had arrived in front of him, like a metal thorn, seeing the Angu man blocking the road in front of him, he shouted loudly, and dozens of spears were already stabbed in the head.

Wan Yan retreated in a hurry, brandishing his waist knife and constantly blocking, and there were several screams around him, and several of his own soldiers were assassinated on the spot.

Don't feel cold in your heart, run! As soon as he turned around, he ran backwards, and the torrent of metal behind him still swept through with neat steps. The whole camp was in flames, and the scattered horses, cattle and sheep were scattered in all directions, all of them were in disarray.