After saying these words, Huo Quzhi turned his head and was about to walk out of the tent, and several Hun soldiers and the two commanders in the big tent who drew their swords to each other, when they saw Huo Qubing glaring at him, the knives in their hands accidentally fell to the ground, and before Huo Qubing let them go, he stood aside tremblingly, not even daring to raise his head.

In a word, he is Huo Quai!

He is the Huo Qubing who killed the Huns!

The Huns are not afraid of him to death, look at the Hun camp that is in chaos outside, although the diehards of King Hugh Tu are only 8,000, but now there are 30,000 Hun soldiers who have become a pot of porridge, no, they are scared into a pot of porridge!

The reason is that this young man standing in the big tent of the Evil King at this moment.

Just hearing the three words Huo Qubing can make tens of thousands of Hun troops collapse, not to mention that he himself stood in front of him, the fear of Huo Qubing in the hearts of the Hun soldiers is far beyond imagination, in front of Huo Quai, all they have is fear, endless fear, in front of this young man, no one dares to go head-to-head with him, or even ...... I didn't even have the courage to look him in the eye.

is still the same sentence, he is Huo Quai! That's enough.

And the Evil King, at this moment, after experiencing the scene just now, there is no longer any ease in his heart, and now, the King of Evil is only fear, just remorse.

Huo Quzhi took the initiative to throw him aside, why? Why did he take the initiative to let himself go when he was already in danger?

Hehe, why else could it be, it was nothing more than because Huo Qubing was not afraid of him at all, and he was not afraid of any crooked thoughts at all.

He can control himself and the tens of thousands of troops under his command alone, and dare not move!

Just now, when he was held in his hand by Huo Quzhi and mentioned in mid-air, one of the hearts of the Evil King of Hun was crumbled, and cold sweat slipped down his forehead one by one, at that moment, the Evil King was not afraid that he would be killed by Huo Quzhi, he was just afraid of Huo Quai.

And when he and Huo Qubing looked at each other, the evil king of Hun Evil, the head of the kings of Hexi, was ...... in his heart I couldn't find half of the point that should belong to the king of Hexi.

When Huo Qubing questioned him, the Evil King lowered his head, paying attention, subconsciously.

Moreover, at that time, he could have looked down on Huo Quai, but subconsciously, he didn't do that, he ....... Can't.

He didn't even dare to look at Huo Quai, he didn't even have the courage to look at the young man who broke into his military camp alone.

Next, Huo Qubing questioned again and again, and the evil king regarded himself as a subordinate who had made a mistake, and kept begging for mercy, even if it was ...... He could kill Huo Qubing at any time.

But when Huo Qubing threw out his words, threw out his refusal to accept surrender, threw out that the two armies would fight again tomorrow, and threw out the battle of Gaolan Mountain...... At that moment, all the evil king had in his heart was remorse, and even that he almost knelt behind Huo Quai's illness and begged him to forgive him and beg him to accept his surrender.

These...... It's all subconscious.

Before, the Evil King hadn't figured out why he behaved so badly, and why he didn't even have the courage to look at him in front of that young man, but now, the Evil King of Mud, who was casually thrown aside by Huo Quai, suddenly discovered a terrifying fact in the cold sweat that flowed slowly.

That's yourself...... He had already been scared by Huo Quzhi, and the courage in his heart had already been completely defeated by Huo Qubing in the battle of Gaolan Mountain.

The Huozi banner under Gaolan Mountain, the soldiers of the Han Army under Gaolan Mountain, and the young general in front of him overlapped at some point.

Thinking of the young man's murderous pupils not long ago, and looking at his tall back at this moment, the Evil King wanted to stand up at this moment, roar loudly, and let the soldiers outside the tent rush in and cut Huo Qubing into several pieces, but he suddenly couldn't open his mouth, and a mysterious force covered his mouth, and a mysterious force suppressed his body that wanted to jump up.

Countless strange voices sounded slowly in his heart.

"Huo Quai, the person in front of you is Huo Quai, the person who will appear in your nightmares every night, even if he came to the camp of your heavy regiment alone, do you have the courage to kill him? Those soldiers outside your tent, when they saw Huo Quai, did they muster up the courage to rush up and cut off his head, or did they scatter as birds and beasts? ”

"Didn't you see everything outside the camp, Huo Qubing hasn't led the army to fight yet, these soldiers and horses of yours are in chaos, and Huo Qubing really appeared..... Hehe, take a good look at these people in the big tent, and take a good look at their reactions when Huo Quzhi looks at him. ”

"Evil spirit, you are old, you are no longer the hot-blooded evil king when you were young, now you don't have much ambition anymore, even if you have, not long ago it was all lost, now you just want to be an honest landlord, you just want to live honestly, you can't help but linger, Huo Qu's illness, that's Huo Qu's illness! Do you think with Yi Zhixie's ability, can he stop Huo Quai? What do you think....... Even if Huo Qu dies of illness, can the Huns last a few more years? ”

"Of course, Huo Qu died of illness, and it is true that the Huns can support it for a while longer, but how long will this be, with the wisdom of your evil king, can't you still see that the Huns are the building will fall?"

These voices came from the heart of the Evil King, and these voices were none other than himself, which was the cowardice, fear, and reason in his heart.

It's not so much that others are persuading him, it's better that the evil king is persuading himself.

.......

No matter how complicated the heart of the Evil King was, all he revealed to others on the surface was that after he was thrown to the ground by Huo Quzhi, in addition to staring blankly at Huo Quzhi's back, the others, that is, he occasionally clenched his left fist, and then quickly released it, and it didn't take long for him to clench it again.

Except for these inaudible little movements, the Evil King couldn't even say a word, silently fighting between heaven and man in his heart.

There's nothing to think about, since Huo Qubing took the first step to catch the Hun Evil King in his hands, and used the power of his champion Hou and Huo Quzhi's prestige to destroy all the luck and ghost ideas in the heart of the Hun Evil King, this surrender has already been decided.

As for the Evil King now......

Hehe, I understand, this king understands everything.

After the cowardly self-persuasion disappeared, a drop of bitter tears flowed out of the corners of the eyes of the Hun Evil King, he really understood everything, the current self, the current Hun Evil King, has long been no different from these Hun soldiers in the big tent now, he is also afraid of Huo Qu's disease, and even he is more afraid of Huo Qu's disease than ordinary people, and now he ...... Even if Huo Qubing was really sent to the door, he didn't have the courage to kill him.

The battle of Gaolan Mountain was a nightmare that he could never forget in his life, and Huo Quai's illness had long since unconsciously become the only fear in his heart.

There is no difference between himself and the frightened rebels outside the tent.

In front of Huo Quai, everything in the heart of the Hun Evil King was completely collapsed by a few simple words and a sharp look, just imagine, when your enemy was sent to you, you didn't even have the courage to raise the butcher's knife to him..... How sad it is.

Inside the big tent, no one dared to stop Huo Quai's departure, and outside the tent ...... It may not be believeable to say that when Huo Quzhi led his army to rush into a camp full of rebel troops cutting each other.

In the center, from the camp to the outside of the big tent of the evil king, those Hun soldiers who were fighting were all hiding aside after discovering that the Han army had entered, and many people were so frightened that they threw down their weapons and fled......

It was expected that even if Huo Quzhi swaggered out of the big tent at this time, no one would dare to stop him.

Can...... The evil king was unwilling, staring at the back of Huo Qubing walking out of the big tent little by little, looking at the soldiers and thousands of commanders in the tent who were holding knives but would only stand aside and bow their heads, the evil king clenched his left fist again, unwilling, unwilling, Huo Qubing was sent to his mouth, why didn't he dare to kill him!

No, no, you can't be like this, you are the king of Hexi, you are the pride of the Huns!

Kill Huo Quai, kill him, you will become a hero of the Huns, and you will be remembered by the history of the Huns!

In a moment's effort, the Evil King mustered up the last bit of courage in his heart, his intact left fist grasped the scimitar at his waist, and his right arm, which had lost his palm, was also gently raised, and his throat and lips were ready to roar.

But just as the Hun Evil King was about to pull out his scimitar and shout, "Kill Huo Quai", he had already walked to the front of the big tent, and Huo Quai, who was about to open the curtain of the tent, seemed to feel something, and he stopped his steps.

Turning his head slightly, his indifferent and non-sensitive eyes stabbed into the chest of the Evil King like a sharp sword. Immediately afterwards, Huo Quzhi raised his chin and looked down at the evil king who was sitting on the ground condescendingly, followed by a cold snort.

"Humph!"

A simple look, a cold snort, although after that, Huo Quzhi turned around and took a step closer to the position of the Evil King, but in exchange for this, the entire line of the Hexi King collapsed!

"General, you know what you are wrong! I will now order someone to lead the army to kill those rebels, and ask the general to give the evil a chance!" Let the evil make meritorious service to the great man! ”

Loosened the scimitar in his left palm, and the shouting and murderous sound in his mouth also turned into a loud shout begging for mercy, not only that, but the evil king simply knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Huo Qubing three times, under the coercion of Huo Quai, the evil king didn't even want the dignity of the king of Hexi.

In front of this former great enemy, the Evil King of Hun lost again, and he lost completely.

It is hard to imagine that the Hun Evil King would be defeated so quickly, and his final rout was just a look from Huo Quzhi on the surface, and a cold snort, but in fact, after Huo Quzhi approached with a cold snort, Qian Mingguang, who had been glaring at the Hun Evil King, pulled out a golden knife from his waist that was extremely familiar to the Hun Evil King.

The moment he saw this golden knife, the eyes of the Evil King looked at this young Han army general who he hadn't paid much attention to before, and he was instantly filled with fear and astonishment.

And with the appearance of the golden knife, the mind of the evil king was inevitably pulled to the general ridge a month ago, on that night, a bloodied young general of the Han army captured his son, cut off his right palm, and took away his golden knife.

The fear deeply planted by the Han army in the first battle of Gaolan Mountain broke out again.

And the commander of the Thousand Horsemen also said a word in the ear of the Evil King at that time.

"King, General Huo's soldiers and horses are less than a mile away from the camp at the moment, but when the horn sounds, they will rush into the camp and kill whoever they are!"