Thirty-six envoys attacked the Hun post at night.

Bai Guangji led the crowd to escape into the crowd, quietly approaching the Hun guards who were enjoying the rain in the world, the drought of the northern grasslands, so that the Huns forgot the danger one by one, they only looked up, squinted their eyes, and opened their mouths to drink this gift from heaven.

The rain gradually increased, gradually turning from light rain to moderate rain, and the crowd gradually dispersed, and in the cold winter, if the fur on the body was wet, it was not easy to dry out.

"Kill!"

Bai Guangji let out a low snort and stabbed the leader of the team violently.

The Hun Baichang was immersed in the joy of the rain descending, driven by the instinct of a long battle, the moment the sword entered the body, he finally sensed the danger.

"Nanban!" Bai Chang screamed in pain, and the stinging sensation of the sword blade entering his body made him instinctively scream, Bai Guangji's sword path pierced into the strong abdomen of the Huns, but it was blocked by the thick fur, and the strength was much smaller, which made the Hun Baichang still turn around and stare at the opponent who was sneaking up.

"Beiban, are you a barbarian?" Bai Guangji roared angrily, struggled to make the iron sword smash in the abdomen of the Huns, and then flew up with one kick, kicking the unwilling opponent into the Peacock River.

The river is icy.

The injured Hun Baichang fell into the ice cave, and his body broke through the ice, and he was instantly traced, in such bad weather, the life of this lucky Hun strong man also means the end, of course, if he is lucky enough, maybe in one or two thousand years, he will become a fossil or dry corpse in Lop Nur, and become a mystery for scientists to study how he died and what position he held during his lifetime.

As soon as Bai Guangji's side launched, the thirty-six warriors accompanying him also shouted and killed the lone Huns and the post house.

In the rain curtain, the sword light and sword shadow.

The blood and rain have long been indistinguishable, and the Huns who have come to their senses do not show weakness and desperately block the door. Don't let the Qin people rush in, Bai Guangji saw this scene, and raised his sword with red eyes.

The Huns were killed in battle.

In a short period of time, the Huns, who had not yet fully reacted, had to retreat and defend the stairs at all levels.

"Hurry up and grab it in the backyard, don't worry about the rest." Bai Guangji said urgently.

The number of Xiongnu envoys was more than 160 people, which was five times more than the 36 envoys of Qin. In such a situation where the enemy was outnumbered, it was obviously unnecessary to disperse his forces to attack those insignificant targets, and according to the agreement with Li Zhongxiang in advance, Bai Guangji's main task was to lure out the head of the Xiongnu mission, especially the prince of the Zhelan tribe who was in charge.

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Parvis.

When the sound of shouting and killing faintly came, Zong Rida, who was in his room, didn't pay much attention.

These Hun barbarians stayed in the post house day by day, and they had nowhere to vent their energy, and it was common for them to compete with each other. Today, I guess I was a little too excited after seeing the sky shower.

Today, it's a good day.

Fang Cai, after pushing An Qinglan into Huai'en's room. Zong Rida listened intently at the door for a while. At first, An Qinglan still had a few scolding sounds from time to time, but soon, there was a conversation between men and women, and the sound of laughing with each other. After that, nothing was heard.

This is a good sign.

It is very likely that the fierce chick has been conquered by the handsomeness and elegance of the second prince of Zhelan. You must know that among the Xiongnu tribes, Prince Huaien is the favorite object of many Xiongnu girls.

It's a pity.

A thorny rose was picked by the kid Huai'en, thinking of this, Zong Rida only felt that the object under his crotch was slowly raising his head, and when he imagined stripping An Qinglan's clothes, the little brother raised high, ready to shout and charge, when he imagined that he was going to pounce on it, he suddenly trembled, and then collapsed in frustration.

In the excitement of obscenity, Zong Rida's long-experienced little brother failed to hold out to Zuihou and became a deserter halfway, which made Zong Rida very disappointed.

Perhaps, it was too indulgent when he was young, thinking about the past, every time after the victory, he would let himself find the women of the captured tribe, so that he could vent his desires, this habit for more than ten years, in addition to allowing Zong Rida to scatter his seeds all over the grassland, brought a consequence.

Perseverance does not last.

This kind of pain that only belongs to men made Zong Rida's psychology gradually begin to change, just like when he saw An Qinglan, he immediately incarnated himself into Huai'en.

In the face of those mature and bewitching women, the elderly Zong Rida has long been unable to do it, he is just a good watcher, but this does not mean that he does not have obscene thoughts.

Huai En was just a weak and unassertive prince, and all the affairs of the Xiongnu mission were actually controlled by him, the right supervisor, including the conditions for putting pressure on the king of Loulan, including the wealth of the Xiongnu mission, all of which were at the disposal of his Zong Rida alone.

Release, mission.

It seems to be a very dangerous thing, at the beginning, when he took this task, Zong Rida was still a little dissatisfied in his heart, after all, after leaving the Right Virtuous King, the possibility of him wanting to climb up further was much smaller, but now, he was satisfied.

In the room.

The two Yueshi slave girls who were only eleven or twelve years old were only wearing thin crop tops, and except for two small protrusions on their thin chests, only the ribs were clearly visible.

Yue's slave squatted under Zong Rida's crotch and was struggling to swallow that ugly thing, but unfortunately, under such stimulation, Zong Rida's brother was still like losing a battle, and he was depressed and had no intention of getting an erection. The other Yueshi slave was held in the arms of the old guy, tears drooping from his petite face, and a pair of cherry lips were tightly pressed against the mouth that exuded the rotten smell of the elderly.

Take one against two.

Zong Rida has never been so interested as now, these two girls of the Dayue clan were bought by him from the Huns, although they have not yet grown, but this kind of pleasure of pitying underage girls is something that others cannot experience. Today, being tempted by An Qinglan's towering and seductive body, Zong Rida's sexual desire suddenly became erect.

Under the debauchery.

Days and nights are long gone.

"Who's shouting? How dare you disturb the rest of this warden? Zong Rida shouted angrily.

The sound of shouting and killing outside made him a little impatient to enjoy the service up and down with his eyes closed, and the brother who was getting up again also completely lost his voice after a terrible shout.

"Lord Supervisor, it's not good, Qin made Qin envoy kill in?" As if in response to Zong Rida, the door of the inn, which was not very strong, fell to the ground with a strong impact.

The blood-stained Hun warriors staggered to their feet, looked at Zong Rida's naked body and two half-naked women who had not grown up, and after being stunned for a while, they finally closed their eyes and shouted, turned around and ran out of the house again.

I saw the unbearable scene of my boss.

This is a big taboo, Zong Rida is ashamed, it is very likely that he will take the unlucky subordinates, as soon as he thinks of this, the loyal Hun strong man can't wait to come to report not him, but someone else.

"Qin Manzi." Zong Rida's face changed, he pushed away the girl riding on him with one kick, and kicked the girl under his crotch to the ground with a flying kick, and quickly put on his fur coat and ran out of the door.

He knew that the envoy of the Qin State was resting in another post house in Loulan City, but he did not think that the Qin State Mission, which had less than 100 people, would bring him any danger, even if some time ago, the southern barbarian named Li Zhongxiang shot and killed three Xiongnu warriors in a row in the martial arts arena.

There is only one person like Li Zhongxiang, and there is only one Qin person.

However, the warriors of the Great Huns, there is a group, or even more, who can take on the task of escorting the envoys, all of whom are warriors in the tribe, and at this point, the two or three Qin people cannot deal with one of the Huns.

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The shouting and killing in the front yard of the Hun Post House sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet night.

Li Zhongxiang pressed his body tightly against the edge of the Peacock River, and a poplar growing along the river next to him provided him with strong support, and beside him, the three companions leaned back a little and also leaned against the bank of the river, their positions less than a hundred steps away from the place where the Hun Baichang fell.

Climbing over the poplar tree into the post house, this is the route that Li Zhongxiang had designed early on, but he had to wait for Bai Guangji to make a move in the front yard before he could start moving, because he had to wait for the two Hun sentinels guarding under the poplar tree to be attracted to the attention before he could make a move.

"Whoosh!"

Li Zhongxiang stretched out his bow and drew arrows, aiming at the Hun sentry left behind, his companions had already run to the front to reinforce, without his friends, he would have no chance of survival.

"Poof!"

The arrow went into the throat, and Li Zhongxiang's first arrow passed through the neck of the Hun sentry holding the torch, and the unlucky Hun sentry who died did not understand that in the case of night, who would have such haode eyesight and archery skills?

The slight sound of the corpse falling down, covered by the high-pitched shouting and killing in the front yard, did not attract anyone's attention, Li Zhongxiang stepped on the thick tree trunk in a few steps, and then jumped over the rammed earth wall that was only one high, and there were only two rooms with lights in the backyard of the post house, one east and one west.

Among them, which one is the residence of Prince Zhelan, Li Zhongxiang was still a little unsure for a while. At this moment, the Xiongnu messenger who witnessed Zong Rida's ugly deeds appeared on the corridor. Li Zhongxiang, who originally wanted to shoot this person with an arrow, hesitated, but Zuihou still decided to wait.

East or West.

This judgment will determine the success or failure of this attack.

In the darkness, Li Zhongxiang aimed his sharp arrow at the door of the house that was knocked open by the Hun soldiers. (To be continued......)