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As night fell, the evening breeze tightened, and the weeds on the hillside swayed in the wind.

Liang Xiao and others gathered in the camel formation, lit a bonfire, set up a copper kettle, boiled water, and roasted meat. The water is gurgling in the copper kettle, the meat is squeaking on the grill, and people are talking softly around the campfire.

When the water was boiled, someone took it, poured it into a basin, sprinkled it with a handful of salt, and began to wash the wound.

After a few days of fighting, everyone was wounded, but not so serious that they could not move. However, the situation is still not optimistic, food and horses can be exchanged with herders along the way to replenish it, and medicine is very rare. The medical level of the Huns was much worse than that of the Han people, and they basically relied on witchcraft, so how could they exchange extra medicine for them.

Without medicine, if you are injured, you can only rely on your body to heal yourself, and whether you can get better or not depends on the destiny of heaven.

This is true not only of people, but also of horses and camels. Several war horses were injured, especially the war horses of Xie Guanglong and Li Shuyun, because they were surrounded by the Huns, these two horses were hit by a lot of arrows, and it seemed that they would not work. Xie Guanglong hugged the mount, crying with tears and snot, no matter how you look at it, he is not the same person as the guy who is not stingy.

War horses are different from ordinary horses, on the battlefield of life and death, whether the war horse can cooperate with the knight is very important, especially for a knight like Xie Guanglong who is good at holding a spear in close combat, losing a long-matched war horse is tantamount to breaking his legs.

This moment is when Xie Guanglong regrets it the most. If you listen to Liang Xiao's orders and let Pang Shuo open the way with a knife, maybe there will be no such result.

Pang Shuo was also seriously injured, and he was hit by arrows in his arms and legs, so Tu Niu'er helped him untie his armor and scrub his wounds with salt water. Seeing Pang Shuo's injuries. Xie Guanglong was embarrassed, took out a small purse and stuffed it into Pang Shuo's hand.

"My usual wound medicine is pretty good."

Pang Shuo glared at him fiercely and cursed. "Although Lao Tzu is not rare, he still accepted it. If you kid make a mistake again in the future, Lao Tzu will directly hack you to death. Even the medicine is saved. ”

"Not anymore. No, it won't. Xie Guanglong's eyes were red, and he said in an embarrassed voice.

"The clothes are stripped, Lao Tzu will show you the injury." Tu Niu'er kicked Xie Guanglong and lit up the small clay pot in his hand. "A good prescription, it's cheap, you kid. If it weren't for the big tiger to intercede for you, Lao Tzu would be reluctant to give you this cheap thing. ”

"Really?" Xie Guanglong's eyes suddenly lit up, and he took off his pants three times and five by two. There were two big blood holes in his thighs, and people were shocked to see it, but he himself was fine. It seems that such injuries are commonplace for him.

Liang Xiao turned his head. My heart softened, and the anger in my heart was relieved. He looked at the Huns down the hillside, and his brows gradually furrowed.

The Huns did not go, but lit piles of bonfires under the hillside, and the pawns he shot to death were placed on stretchers, neither burned nor buried, and placed beside the bonfires. Others sang and danced around the campfire, and some cut their faces with knives. It's like doing some ritual.

Liang Xiao called Guo Wenbin. "What are these Huns doing? Send him back to heaven? ”

Guo Wenbin looked at it for a while and shook his head. "It doesn't look like it. It stands to reason that when the household was shot to death, these people should have left. If they stay here, do they still want revenge? ”

"If I just want revenge, I'm not afraid of them." Liang Xiao looked around. Said slowly: "What I'm worried about is that they still have reinforcements, and more Huns will come." If that's the case, we're in big trouble. Wen Bin, do you know which tribe under the command of the Hun Evil King uses the golden horned deer as a symbol? ”

Guo Wenbin thought for a while and shook his head. There was a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"There are many tribes that worship deer, and they usually live next to the woods, but I don't know much about the golden-horned deer, and I really can't remember it. However, hearing what the adults said, I also think that this account is a bit suspicious. Although Danghu is a big official, it is really rare to have thirty or forty guards wearing iron armor around him, not to mention that this person is still so young. ”

When Liang Xiao heard this, he also felt that something was wrong. The costumes and mounts of this Hun household are not ordinary, and his set of fine-scale iron armor is even rarer. Even among the Han army, there were very few helmets with armor around their necks. If he was said to have obtained it by his exploits, his reaction in front of the battle was somewhat naïve, not at all like a battle-hardened warrior.

It can't be the second ancestor of any tribe, right?

Liang Xiao knew that although the Huns did not pay attention to the succession of their fathers and sons like the Han people, nobles were not everyone who could be nobles. The Huns were slaves, and the officials and subordinates were passed down from generation to generation, and the second ancestor was not uncommon.

Liang Xiao felt a strong uneasiness in his heart.

……

Liang Xiao barely slept all night. He has excellent ear powers, and can rest in a meditative way, which is the most suitable for the task of night duty. What's more, he has something on his mind and can't sleep well.

After thinking about it for half the night, he thought he was looking for a captive to ask.

He woke up Tu Niu'er and Pang Shuo, and found Li Shuyun, who was on duty in the second half of the night, and told him what he thought. Tu Niu'er and Pang Shuo naturally had no opinion, wiped their faces with their sleeves and went to prepare, Li Shuyun looked at the Huns who were still crying in circles around the fire in the distance, and were a little worried.

"My lord, the mourning soldiers will win, you shot their leader, in case you ......"

"No in case." Liang Xiao interrupted Li Shuyun, stood up, twisted his neck, shook his arms, and made a crisp sound in his joints. "They are just mourning soldiers, but we are in the place of death, and we have to put it to death. You call all your brothers up and are ready to answer at any time. ”

Li Shuyun nodded and did not argue further. He has followed Liang Xiao for a long time, has more trust in Liang Xiao, and knows how to maintain Liang Xiao's prestige in front of everyone. He quietly walked over and called everyone up to get ready to respond.

Putting on iron armor and bringing bows and arrows, Liang Xiao and the three of them set off quietly. Tu Niu'er sneaked in front, Pang Shuo was behind, and Liang Xiao followed closely behind Pang Shuo. Seeing Tu Niu'er walking on the ground like a black leopard, silently, Pang Shuo smacked his lips lightly, and his envy was overflowing.

Although he is taller and stronger than Tu Niu'er, when it comes to martial arts, he is not a little bit different from Tu Niu'er. Even after Zhongli's guidance, he still couldn't compete with Tu Niu'er. As for this kind of latent small kung fu, he can only envy it.

"The ruler is short, the inch is long, and the cow is not as good as you when you fight." Liang Xiao gently patted Pang Shuo's shoulder and comforted.

Pang Shuo chuckled twice, and the iron knife in his hand tightened.

They made a circle and came down the hillside under the cover of the dense grass. A hundred paces away, a Hun knight lay on his horse's back, as if asleep, unaware of the approaching danger. However, Liang Xiao still didn't dare to get too close, he had no problem himself, but Pang Shuo's footsteps were a little heavy, and the war horse was more alert than people, and if he was too close, it was easy to be discovered by the war horse.

There were still fifty or sixty steps, and Liang Xiao nodded Pang Shuo's shoulder and stopped. The two of them knelt on one leg and hid in the grass, listening to every move in front of them. Pang Shuo clenched his iron knife and widened his eyes, paying attention to the movements within a radius of five steps. Liang Xiao held the bow, mounted the arrow, closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and listened intently.

There was silence between heaven and earth, Liang Xiao heard Pang Shuo's deliberately slowed breathing, heard his fierce heartbeat, heard more than ten steps away, was cautiously approaching the Hun Tuniu, and also heard the snort of the Hun war horse in the distance, and farther away, the hoarse cry of the Huns came with the wind, intermittently, as if there was a ghost crying at night.

Liang Xiao breathed long, and streams of heat rose from his waist, rose along his spine, spread out in his back, and injected into his arms. After most of the night's rest, he has now returned to his usual 80%, and although his muscles are still a little sore, his feeling is very clear. He could feel the night breeze blowing through his skin, he could feel the heat washing over his flesh, and it seemed that even every hair stood on end, collecting the news that the wind had sent.

In the unbearable torment, Tuniu'er spent two meals and finally sneaked to the side of the Huns. The Huns' horses sensed the danger and raised their heads. The Huns on horseback immediately woke up, straightened up alertly, clenched the hilt of the sword, and looked around.

Liang Xiao held his breath, held the bow in his left hand, and lightly buckled the arrow in his right hand, focusing all his attention on the Hun man.

There was silence all around, and the Huns breathed a sigh of relief, and pushed back the half-drawn knife, which grinded against the scabbard and made a soft sneer.

At this moment, the cow suddenly burst out of the grass, ran a few steps, and jumped up.

The war horse was surprised, shook its neck violently, and turned to leave. The Huns suddenly woke up, quickly drew their swords, and slashed at Tuniu'er. Tu Niu'er flicked his left hand, opened the Huns' arm, and easily wrapped his arms around the Huns' neck, and took him off the horse. The two rolled to the ground, and Tuniu'er covered the Huns' mouth with one hand and pinched his neck with the other.

The Huns whined twice, tilted their heads, and softened.

Tu Niu'er didn't say a word, picked up the Huns and ran back.

The Huns' war horses alarmed the others, and the Huns, who were scattered nearby, saw the empty saddle war horses and immediately realized that something was wrong. They soon spotted the galloping oxen and blazed their horns and alarms, and drew their bows and arrows to chase after them. Tuniu'er didn't even look back, no longer concealed his figure, carried the captive, and ran with all his might. The arrows whizzed around him, and he didn't care.

Even so, carrying a person still affected his speed, and in just a few breaths, the Huns rode their horses and chased after Tu Niu'er.

Liang Xiao suddenly opened his eyes, stood up from the grassland, his bent body quickly straightened, leaned back slightly, and shot an arrow.

"Whoosh!" The Huns who had just chased after Tu Niu'er were shot and fell off their horses.

(To be continued......)