Throughout the history of China for thousands of years, except for the sandalwood acacia, no grassland alien race dared to set up the royal tent so close to the border of the Central Plains Dynasty.

This kind of behavior shows the most naked ambition and a full sense of oppression, so that the ministers of the DPRK and China, who have been trying to solve the Xianbei problem with the policy of softness, have to face up to the threat of Tanshi Huai and take a series of corresponding measures.

For example, in the sixth year of Xiping, the huge counterattack, 30,000 Han rode out of the fortress, and then the strict defense of Macheng.

In the great battle in the sixth year of Xiping, although the Xianbei people won the final victory, the price paid was not small, the elite of the 30,000 Han army was not so easy to deal with, even Tanshi Huai was injured in that battle, and hung up a few years after the war.

In contrast to this, Macheng, a small place that is unknown and unknown, is the pain of Tanshi Huai's life.

Although he was praised as an immortal hero by Xianbei and later barbarian admirers, on a par with barbarian heroes such as Temujin and Wild Boar Skin, he was never able to break through the close defense line of Macheng throughout his life. In front of this small small city, the Xianbei Ying Lord has broken his halberd and sunk into the sand many times, and his head is broken and bleeding.

And the one who stopped Tanshi Huai in Macheng was not a famous general, but an unknown captain whose name had been annihilated in the long river of history, and a battalion of border troops under his command.

As a descendant of the Xianbei royal family, the first thing he did when he led his troops into Macheng was to demolish the walls of Macheng, which were not tall in the first place. In his view, this is the fulfillment of the unfulfilled wishes of the ancestors, and it is a tribute to the grandeur of the ancestors.

The Xianbei people all believe that this place in Macheng is very evil, and it may have been cast by the Han people or something, otherwise. This nameless town and the more than a thousand nameless warriors in the city could not stop Xianbei's repeated invasions. You know, it was the Xianbei army led by Tanshi Huai, and it was the most powerful force on the grassland!

The elders and shamans of the clan all said that demolishing the city defense is the key to breaking the spell, as long as there is no protection of the spell, how can the weak Central Plains sheep be the opponent of the wild wolves on the grassland?

Let the entire Central Plains tremble under the hooves of the Xianbei people and kill all the men. snatched the woman, and painted the wealth and land on the totem of the Xianbei people...... This is the ideal that all Xianbei people inherited from their ancestors!

Macheng, Daijun, and even Youzhou. It's just the beginning, and he firmly believes that after the demolition of Macheng, the day will soon come when the ideal will be realized.

Since the ideal is about to be realized, as the number one hero, it is only natural that the land around Macheng should be used as a new pasture for the Curb Hirobu. It's not about ideals. He only needed to know that the land that the Han people had watered with the Qiushui River was all cooked land, and it was enough to plant millet that would grow far better than the land they had cultivated themselves.

But what he didn't expect was. This is a natural move, but it has caused a lot of trouble for himself.

He had no idea that someone would suddenly rush out of the mountains in such weather, so he and his people had no time to put up an effective resistance.

The sentry in charge of the lookout guard in the Great Wall on the hill was lazy, and not only did he fail to detect the arrival of the Tempest Cavalry first. Instead, it was discovered first, and when a few drunken sentinels finally blew the horn of warning. The Tempest Cavalry had swept across the glacier like the wind and launched an all-out attack.

Although the city wall was demolished, the watchtower was still preserved, and in the place where the city gate originally existed, it was made of old materials from the castle tower, standing on the left and right, acting as the first barrier of the tribe. The sentry raised his head in the violent sound of horses' hooves, and before he could even issue the alarm, he was killed by Zhao Yun and Qin Feng with one arrow and one arrow.

Then Qin Feng skillfully commanded a few righteous veterans, and tied the watchtower with a lasso, if the kind of simple thing built with a few logs can also be called an enemy tower. A few soldiers on horseback pulled hard, and the enemy tower was immediately torn apart, and the corpses inside fell down heavily, and the snow splashed high in the ice and snow, a different kind of bright red.

The cavalry is not good at attacking cities, but when attacking the camp of the nomads, Bai Ma Yicong is very proficient, and he can complete the task perfectly without command.

The rumbling sound of the collapse woke up several tribal warriors sleeping in houses near the entrance of the village, who were naked, rubbing their eyes as they rushed out of the window. The Han Chinese built their houses of mud and wood were much warmer than the herdsmen's leaky tents on all sides, so the tribesmen who first moved into the houses often slept too much.

By the time they clumsily jumped off the windowsill, a fast horse had already rushed in front of them. The cold blade of the Qinghong Sword came with the wind, and the sharp blade sliced through the belly of the opponent like a melon. The sleepy-eyed samurai suddenly lowered his head, and saw his internal organs rolling outward with hot air, and a sharp pain ensued, and he screamed in pain, screaming in a terrible and desperate voice.

In the autumn of the past year, when he stepped into Macheng under the leadership of Ji Bihong, he also dealt with the owner of this house in this way. The Han man who was defenseless and thin, but who stood in front of his wife and children until his death, once left a deep impression on him.

It's not that he respects the other party's courage, but after disemboweling the other party with a scimitar, the screams of the Han woman's pain and despair make him feel pleasing to the eye and extremely happy.

It is said that the land of Daijun was originally owned by the grassland people, but a long, long time ago, it was robbed by the emperor of the Han people and his minions. Therefore, the Xianbei people went south to take revenge, and at the same time to take back their own land and wealth.

The samurai were indignant at the thought that those Han robbers had taken advantage of the Xianbei people and enjoyed them for so long, but they could only starve and be satisfied, sleeping in tents that leaked on all sides and could freeze to death.

Driven by this emotion, he felt like fairy music when he heard the painful wails of the Han people in his ears. The only regret is that the Han woman is too strong, and after seeing her husband's death, she actually pounced on the blade, instead of prostrate at the feet of the killer with tears in her eyes, like a tribal woman, giving what she wanted.

Of course, when he was angry with the Han people, he didn't look up at the dragon stretching on the top of the mountains - since the pre-Qin era, the Yan people who were trying to survive in the bitter cold land had already carved the imprint of China into it, and it was immortal!

So, his anger is unjustified right now. It was time for him to be punished.

"Kill them all!" Amid the sound of horses' hooves, someone shouted and galloped past.

It is Chinese, and Xianbei people can't understand it, and even if they understand it, it doesn't matter much. Wars between tribes in the steppes had no habit of keeping prisoners, and the defeated side usually disappeared in its entirety, except for the women. In the eyes of the shepherd, a woman belongs to the category of property, and the brother is the last brother, and the father and son are inherited. Therefore, there is no need to cut the grass and eradicate the roots.

"Kill!" The warriors of the Tempest Cavalry responded with a cry and did not need to be mobilized, they themselves knew what to do.

In the past few months, the Xianbei people have set a good example for them with their own behavior, and today all this is just a "good deed" to repay the other party. They beat their horses and ran through the low huts. Throw the torch on the roof. Then aim the lance at the windows and doors, and stab the people who crawl out one by one.

From the very beginning, the battle went into the rhythm of slaughter.

Because of the warmth of the house, the Xianbei people were already a beat slower to react than when they were on the grassland, and the structure of the house doomed them to be able to only get out of the way through the low doors and windows, rather than from any direction like living in a tent. Go find your own warhorse.

Without horses, the combat power of the Xianbei warriors dropped by more than one or two, and before they could complete the assembly, they fought with the formed cavalry. It's a nightmare-like encounter.

Someone brandished an axe and a round shield to try to resist, but the axe was too short and the round shield was too thin. The cavalry was equipped with a long lance with a blade that was three feet long and could easily pierce leather shields. Pick up the hatchet. In addition to the lance, the Tempest Cavalry is also good at riding and archery. It is even more fully exerted.

The cavalry swept through the streets like the wind, and the lances, swords, bows and arrows were like sharp objects swept up by the wind, smashing their heads and faces at every standing Hu man, whether they tried to resist, or tried to escape, or were begging for mercy, there was only one end......

Blood Splattered Five Steps!

The battle soon advanced into the heart of the city.

Before Tanshihuai established the king's tent in Danhan Mountain, Macheng was only a border village, although it was expanded, it was still a very small place, there was no building such as the city guard's mansion, and the center of the city was the old house of a large family, the family was surnamed Ma, and this old house also had the nature of a dock fort.

The wall is more than half a zhang, only slightly lower than the original wall, and there are green tiles on the top of the wall, and there are several arrow battlements.

When the Xianbei people attacked the city, the owner of the house relied on the terrain and resisted for a while, causing a lot of casualties to the Xianbei people, and their fate was naturally self-evident.

Of course, whether they resist or not, at the moment they are abandoned by the Han Ting, their end is already doomed. The court can't protect itself, so it protects itself, showing unyielding courage, but that's all.

As the leader of the clan, Ji Bihong took this place as his official residence as a matter of course, but the gate of the courtyard had been demolished in the battle with the original owner, and Ji Bihong felt that there was no need to rebuild it, and he didn't have the ability, so it was left open.

Now, of course, he regretted it, and he would not forget how much trouble those two heavy door panels had caused him and his warriors at one time. But now, in the face of a sudden attack, he didn't even have the most basic defense, so he could only pile up all the hurriedly assembled subordinates at the unobstructed gate.

"Block the gates, blow the horns, and let the people on the city walls light the wolf smoke and ask for help!" Standing behind the human wall, Ji Bihong brandished his scimitar and shouted hoarsely: "Block, block, there are still soldiers in Danhan Mountain, and they will come to rescue us soon!" ”

Suddenly, he felt a chill in his heart, as if he was being stared at by a tiger, and the instinct he had cultivated on the grassland since he was a child made him quickly pounce forward, trying to lie down to avoid the deadly killing machine.

The instinctive reaction was not unpleasant, but what made him desperate was that the killing machine came faster, from locking on the target to revealing the killing intent, to opening the bow and releasing the arrow, and releasing the murderous energy substantially, it was only an instant.

Ji Bihong's pounce avoided the vital point of the throat, but he just sent his head up, and the feather arrow was like cold electricity, with a cold breath, through the gap of the human wall, crossed the distance of space, and directly drilled into his eye socket!

The blood and screams that burst out could not stop the strong momentum of the feather arrow, and it was not until it penetrated the hard back skull that the feather arrow trembled and stopped, and at this moment, the Xianbei royal clan had turned into a cold corpse.

One arrow kills!