In the interval of the chaotic battle, these Jinju Jianghu warriors splashed the fire oil in their skins on the equipment everywhere, and several barbarian warriors who were fighting with people were injured and wanted to get out, but the rangers also dragged on to prevent them from easily withdrawing.

The number of barbarian warriors was relatively large, but the Yao people took the lead and killed several people before becoming evenly matched.

The Yao people were exhausted after the long journey, and all of them suffered from frostbite of varying severity, but the barbarians, far from the battlefield, rested and recuperated in this place, and the people were fattened and stronger.

According to the people who practice martial arts on the grassland, those martial artists in the south who rely on the treasures of heaven and earth and martial arts secrets are piled up, and the realm is high, and the posture is also good-looking, and it is a paper-paste flower frame that can be broken when it is stabbed in the fight between life and death.

But the blink of an eye of this papier-mâché flower frame became a demon with teeth and claws, and when the Yao people, who were said by the tribesmen to only throw away their armor and flee backwards, roared towards them, they only had the ability to parry.

The blood courage that has been passed down from thousands of generations of ancestors to the present day has been stimulated, and the proud warriors of the Taiqi Gebu are unwilling to be suppressed like this, they actually don't care that the Yao people call the people of the grassland tribe barbarians, barbarians mean brave in their words, barbarians, that is, brave people.

Neither team had anyone strong enough to sway the outcome of the battle, and all that was left was to swap lives.

After seeing the Yao people light the fire and throw it on the siege equipment sprinkled with fire oil, the fire spread by the wind and became out of control in a very short time.

The samurai of the Taiqige Department desperately tried to put out the fire despite the swords of the people of Jinju Jianghu, but it was in vain, Wei Changpan and the rest of the people used the fire oil that took more than an hour to melt to play its due effect, and it took countless manpower, material and financial resources to operate for several years to have such a scale of equipment, and it was burned in an instant.

It is pointless to fight with the Yao people to the death, the nimble barbarian warriors have begun to try to break away from the warband, these siege equipment has been destroyed, even if they fight to the death, they will be furious when they learn the news, maybe their families will be used as slaves.

The grassland is so big, there is always a place to stay, there are other big tribes who can't stay in the Taiqige tribe, and smart people will not hang themselves from a tree.

The sword stabbed into the chest of the last barbarian warrior, and the few men snatched their horses and fled out of the valley, no one left to chase and kill, and the mountains of weapons behind them burned and blazed into the sky.

From the city of Heyuan, a whole team of fifty people, only twelve people were still panting, four of them were seriously injured that could not be treated, there were no medical officers and medicines in the army, some were mourning and begging to give him a good time, some were lying on the ground with more breath and less breath, and some were silent.

This was the result of a complete victory, they destroyed the barbarians' attempts to conquer the city, and they also won more with less in the battle with the barbarian warriors, giving Da Yao a long face....

The cheers of the people of Jinju, the feast of cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle, the inexhaustible supply of fine wine, and the reward of military exploits are all the glory they will receive in the near future. The famous and decent families of Jinju will open the door to these rootless duckweed, and the disciples of the descendants seem to be at their fingertips according to General Song's promise.

However, in order to get these alive, they had to walk thousands of miles back to Jinju, and along the way they had to survive the bitter cold weather and the inevitable endless pursuit of the barbarians.

Those who can still walk privately look for the barbarians on the ground, and if there are still panting ones, make up for them.

Someone had gone to lead the horses left behind by the barbarians, and when they inadvertently glanced in the largest cowhide tent, the woman huddled in a corner let out an exclamation.

Everyone's heartstrings tightened instantly with this exclamation, and the ranger who passed by the tent immediately drew his blade again, and the woman saw the undried blood on the knife, and simply fainted.

The ranger who drew the knife saw that the woman fainted, and he didn't know what to do for a while, but seeing that the woman's face was obviously from the grassland, the ranger made up his mind.

Someone pressed down on his knife.

"Don't kill innocent people. Wei Changpan looked him straight in the eyes, "Go lead the horse, don't waste your efforts on this kind of thing." ”

The few who lured the enemy had bought them all this time, otherwise in the face of a whole hundred-man team and a leader who could pull out people's heads with his bare hands, even if they could destroy all these siege equipment, would one of them get away afterwards?

There was a pot of milk tea at the mouth of the cowhide tent that had just been extinguished by a charcoal fire, and it was still warm, and there was a wooden bowl next to it, and Wei Changpan scooped up the bowl and dried it up.

He was stunned for a moment, smiled, and the milk tea that he couldn't swallow not long ago was like a gentle and soft palm, gently brushing his body, soothing his body and mind and soothing him.

Suddenly, there was a roar of several people behind him, Wei Changpan threw down the wooden bowl and hurried away, but after a while, he saw a young barbarian holding a small saber in both hands, waving it in an irregular manner, and the few rangers who surrounded him did not have the physical strength and grasp to defeat the enemy with one blow at this moment, so they slowly forced it up step by step.

The young brute, with a blue nose and swollen face, was in tattered and messy clothes, and no one could understand what he was saying.

The sobbing Mochiha retreated backwards while waving his sword, shouting at the Yaoren warriors who surrounded them, "Come, come! The men of the Bohuqin family will not be afraid!"

In fact, he was terrified to the extreme, and when he woke up, someone fell next to him, and it was one of the two people who had been stopped by him before, and his stomach was slashed open, and his belly was full of pink intestines, and before he could howl two throats, Yao Ren pierced his chest with a short gun.

Mochiha tried to play dead, but the Yaoren who mended the corpses one by one made his attempts invalid, and all he could reach was his small saber.

He is a martial artist of the Taiqige Division, a man of the Bohuqin family, but after all, he is only a half-old child.

Desperately brandishing a small saber, Mochiha could no longer control himself, his pants were dripping with yellow droplets, he peed his pants in fear, and even the Yao people, who were approaching step by step, noticed his ugliness and let out a loud mockery, this young barbarian was so frightened that he peed his pants!

When he retreated, he didn't notice the corpse behind him, he tripped over the corpse and fell to pieces, and even the small saber in his hand flew out.

The man of the Bohuqin family died in the hands of the Yao people in such a humiliating way, and the ancestors of the Bohuqin family in the sky would probably spit on him as a descendant....

Mochiha closed his eyes and waited for the sword of the Yao people to be added to his body, he had already lost the face of the Bohuqin family, if he begged for mercy from these Yao people again, then the entire grassland would look down on the Bohuqin family.

It was more painful for him to live than to die a humiliating death.

"Take this barbarian with us, the map is lost, and we have to rely on him to lead the way. Wei Changpan's words made these people return their swords to the sheath, "Hurry up, those half a hundred people don't know when they will come back, this is the time when those brothers are delaying with their lives, get on the horse and go!"

After tying the young barbarian into a zongzi and putting him on horseback, Wei Changpan fell in the last position, and he was still trying to break free from this rope on horseback, but how could the rope that even ordinary weapons cut three or two times, how could it be that Mochiha could break free?

"Kill me, kill me!" The young barbarian on horseback blurted out the stiff Dayao official language, his eyes red like a wild bull going crazy, "Come on!"

Wei Changpan tightened the rope that tied him firmly to his horse, and without a map, this young barbarian would be the only option that could take them out of this grassland.

"You Yao people are cowards and soft eggs, and will only make sneak attacks and despicable methods!" shouted Mochiha hoarsely, "The eagle of the steppe will not to..."

He suddenly stopped, and the whole face was bruised from the cold, and the funny Yaoren put the knife on his neck, and if he fell any further, the blood in his neck would be cut off.

"If you can speak Da Yao's official language, you should be able to understand it. Wei Changpan put the knife back into its sheath, and there was a moment of anger all over his body surging into his head, and he took the knife out of the sheath without thinking for a moment, "If you want to live, take us out of this grassland, if you want to die, I will give you this pleasure now." ”

Tonight he killed two more barbarian warriors, and one more or less is not a big deal.

This thought made Wei Changpan shudder, when did he see that the life of a barbarian was already like a mustard?

Seeing that the young barbarian on horseback was still thinking, as if he was weighing the gains and losses, and he didn't have much time to wait, so he had to go up first to catch up with the people in front.

He saw the terrifying methods of these barbarian warrior leaders on the valley, and the rangers of Jinju could not reach them no matter how they beat their horses, and burned the equipment guarded by the fierce barbarian warrior leader, and it was difficult to guarantee that they would not be chased and killed for thousands of miles.

Wei Changpan's riding skills are not very skillful, and he has to pay attention to the horse behind him, at first he was worried that he could not take care of each other, but he never thought that it was a good horse, and he was always only two horses behind him.

"I'll take you out of this grassland, you Yao people really won't kill me?" A low voice came from the horse behind him, "The man of the Bohuqin family...."

"No matter what kind of man it is, he can do more when he lives. Wei Changpan was calm and said in a deep voice, "If you can take it to the grassland and the border of Jinzhou, we can live, and we will definitely let you live, Wei Changpan swears here, if you violate it, the future of martial arts will be cut off." ”

Before Mo Chiha could answer, Wei Changpan turned around and looked at him indifferently, and said coldly:

"But if you bring us to death. The young barbarian felt a chill chill from the words of the Yao man, who was also not very old, "I will kill you before I die in battle." ”

He caught up with the team in front of him, a few people with one person and two horses, and for those who were seriously injured and returned, the survivors ended their suffering, took a token and a last word, and embarked on a long journey back that I don't know how long it was, and all I wanted was to go home.