Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Blood Light Under the Acropolis (2)

Lying in the big tent, Bai Yan's whole body was wrapped in white strips of cloth, looking like a mummy. Meteor Cream insisted on not letting the doctor approach, took the medicine and the white cloth to the side and went to change the dressing herself.

Bai Yan stood up with difficulty and walked towards the outside of the big tent one by one, and Meteor Frost hurriedly stopped him, "Where are you going, all of you are still running around like this?!" ”

"It's okay, I'll go out and see how the barbarian city is different from us." Bai Yan said and smiled, and walked outside.

As soon as Bai Yan lifted the curtain of the big tent, a gust of wind blew, and the swishing coolness and the warmth in the big tent formed a clear expression of this. Bai Yan saw the maid named Ushima milking a goat not far away, and felt very curious, so he walked over slowly. Bai Yan quietly walked behind Ushima and looked at it quietly for a while, and suddenly asked, "Is this goat's milk for people to drink?" ”

"Huh?!" Ushima, who was concentrating on milking the goat, didn't notice the white flame behind him at all, and was taken aback by his sudden question, "Oh, the honorable guest is you, this is for you and that guest to drink, you are injured, and it is not appropriate to eat cold and hard food now." ”

"Guests? We are the captives of your son?! Bai Yan felt strange.

"Don't lie to me, guest, I'm in my thirties, and I haven't seen a captive who can recuperate in the big tent of the prince, you better go to the tent soon, I'll milk the goat in a while." After saying this, Usma turned around and concentrated on milking the goat.

"So, Usima, do you know what kind of person your son is?"

"Well, I heard that the prince has made a lot of military exploits on the battlefield, and he is one of the top warriors of the younger generation of our barbarians, and he is very good to us subordinates on weekdays......"

"Ushima!" Hu Xie's crisp voice interrupted Ushima.

Bai Yan saw Hu Xie coming, stood up, and scratched his head, "I'm just going out to hang out and find someone to talk to." ”

Hu Xie ignored him and went back to the tent.

Wing Fall Plain. Barbarian battalion.

"King Great Khan, two hundred more of our warriors have been killed by the Wingmen tonight." An adjutant general lifted the curtain and entered the Chinese army's tent.

Hulan Ruo's brows tightened, he had heard such news more than once, the Wingman Legion led by Huo Yan was the most elite killer group of the Wing Clan's Fire Clan, and their assassination ability was even higher than that of the Royal Clan's Biyi Clan. If Hulan Ruo ordered a forcible evacuation, the winged people would not be able to forcibly stop it, but he had to leave nearly 20,000 people to sacrifice in exchange for the safe return of the others to the capital, which he could not afford. He had already paid a considerable price in the battle between Wing Fall and the Fire Holder, and he could no longer tolerate unnecessary sacrifices, and he had to have enough troops to be loyal to him, because there was still someone in the Acropolis who was eyeing him.

Since ancient times, those who are handsome must be decisive in killing, and those who hesitate are difficult to achieve great things, Hulanruo, who has always been decisive and fierce, hesitated, and his indecision pushed himself and his army into a terrifying abyss.

The next day.

"Ah~ah~ Come on, come on!"

The terrifying shouts woke everyone up from their sleep, Hulan Ruo came out of the tent of the Chinese army, and saw that the camp was full of people, he pushed aside the crowd and walked to the front, "What happened?" ”

The people next to him saw him and got out of the way, "King Khan, last night many of our camp's tents were attacked by wingmen, and a warrior was killed in each camp, and his head was cut off and hung at the door of the camp!" An adjutant general described it tremblingly.

Hulan Ruo looked in the direction of those curtains, and sure enough, there were heads hanging on them, and he had seen a few of them, but he couldn't name them, and a headless corpse was lifted out of those tents.

"Pull out the soldiers who were on duty last night and cut them down."