“……”

The mountain chief snatched the scimitar, searched for the sign from Chai Tiannuo's arms, and finally took back the pocket, and turned to get on the horse.

"Then, that mountain chief, you can't rob it, it will break the rules!"

Chai Tiannuo was anxious and shouted at the top of his voice.

The chief of the mountain urged the horses to gallop into the distance, and without looking back, he threw down a sentence:

"A certain exchange money to buy pig brains to make up for it!"

“…… There's no going to get through this. ”

Shaking his head helplessly, Chai Tiannuo and the three of them got on the horse and followed closely into the distance.

"Mountain Chief, you're here!"

The leader of the team greeted him from afar, and the mountain chief looked at the camp of the lifters, and asked with a solemn expression:

"How's the morale?"

"What else, except for a small number of people with strong hearts, everyone else is panicked, and the original arrogant heart is all lost in an encounter."

Jiao Xi shook his head with a wry smile, and the mountain chief nodded lightly:

"It's a good thing that they recognize themselves in a fight."

"But there are sentinels who probe the surroundings and find out where those steppe tartars have gone?"

"Prairie Tartar?"

Jiao Xi was stunned for a moment, and the mountain chief grinned and shook his head:

"I've been in martial arts for a long time, and we, old guys, are all gone."

The mountain chief told Chai Tiannuo's speculation that he had just discovered the sentry and nodded his head again and again:

"I'll just say why the blades used by those bitter bandits are different from the past, and the people are much stronger, it turned out to be a steppe tartar!"

"But why are they?"

"The long journey into the hinterland of Dahua is purely a dead end!"

The teacher was puzzled, and the mountain chief shook his head slightly:

"You Sentinel shouted Lust before he died, and he didn't say anything else."

Jiao Xi frowned, Lust for Joy is the belief on the Northwest Grassland, and You Shou shouted this before he died, but he couldn't reveal any information.

"Most of the people in the cavalry were frightened, and it would be too dangerous to act alone, so they didn't send a sentry."

"It's just that Zhou Buyi and the other two teachers are in the range of two or three miles around to prevent the bitter and steppe Tatars from attacking the camp."

The mountain chief nodded, it was still a safe practice, but there was a problem with the education of the martial arts school, which strengthened the bodies of the students, but did not strengthen their will, which was a big mistake.

"Chirp~!"

A screeching sound flew over the crowd, followed by a caravan of horses.

"The distance is three hundred zhang, and the enemy is attacking~~!"

The whole camp was boiling in an instant, and people shouted loudly, some jumped on horseback, some hid in the snow ditch, and let the instructors shout loudly, still taking matters into their own hands.

There were two people who were not only panicked but also how to drop, and ran away.

“...... That's a flock of ducks! ”

Chai Tiannuo galloped out of his mount with his legs, and after a few breaths, he chased after him, reached out and took off the spear on the victory hook, and picked them off with two blows.

"Single-handedly picking people, Chai Tiannuo's arm strength is really amazing!"

The teacher nodded with emotion, and the mountain chief pouted:

"This kid is really brilliant, but his temperament is too bad, so he will lose his money!"

The horse team rushed into the camp, and a group of people dismounted one after another, it was Zhou Buyi and a few teachers, and there were a lot of arrows stuck in the horses, but fortunately they were not critical.

"Mountain Chief, you're here!"

Seeing the mountain chief appear in the camp, the originally anxious few people immediately settled down.

"How many people, are they bitter bandits or steppe tartars?"

Seeing that a few people were a little puzzled, the mountain chief talked about the previous discovery.

"I can't complain that they are well-armed, they are pretended to be Tartars!"

A teacher slapped his hand hard, and Zhou Buyi reported to the side:

"The number of people is no less than five hundred, and the same equipment as the guys who fought before, and the kung fu under his hands is very solid!"

"A team of ten people came out, thirty zhang away from me, and their archery skills were exquisite!"

The mountain chief nodded again and again when he heard this, it has to be Zhou Buyi, this army is indeed much stronger than the milk babies.

"Aggressive~!"

As soon as Zhou Buyi finished speaking, seven or eight feather arrows flew in, and an unlucky ghost was shot in the thigh, squeaking in pain.

"His mother!"

The mountain chief looked at the steppe Tartar who was riding his horse in circles fifty zhang away, and kept waving the bow in his hand and exploded his lungs, which was purely a provocation.

"Chai Tiannuo, kill them for so-and-so!"

"Whoa!"

Chai Tiannuo grabbed the Moon Gazetteer Rhino, opened the bow ten points, and shook his hand to shoot three times in a row!

"Drive!"

As soon as the arrow left the string, Chai Tiannuo rode his horse and galloped out, shaking his hand and three arrows!

"Good skills!"

The instructors cheered in unison, six arrows fell, and the rest of the one lying on horseback didn't know whether he was alive or dead, Chai Tiannuo's performance was definitely a marksman!

"Mountain Chief, is it too dangerous for Chai Tiannuo to go out alone?"

The teacher said with some concern, and the mountain chief grinned:

“...... I didn't ask him to come out, this kid is eighty percent to pick up money! ”

"Picking up money?"

"Pick up the money!"

Lying on the back of the horse, Chai Tiannuo grabbed the feather arrow with his hand and shot it backhand, piercing his head directly through the eye socket.

"Such exquisite arrows can be made, and the Northwest Tartars are getting more and more difficult to deal with."

Chai Tiannuo couldn't help muttering.

Cao Fu used to like to talk to him about the past, and the most talked about was the rise of the Northwest Royal Court, and no one could have imagined that a group of ragged beggar-like herdsmen would become the overlords of the grassland!

Twenty years ago, steppe tartars still used wolf's tooth arrowheads, iron pots and knives were even rarer, and many steppe tartars used weapons that were still wooden spears.

At that time, in the eyes of the Dahua border army, the grassland Tartars were the five scum of war, far from being comparable to the Great Wei Daxia, if it weren't for the bitter cold of the grassland, they would have turned them into their own herdsmen.

Ten years ago, the originally scattered grassland tribes were integrated, and the royal court was established, becoming another powerful force in the world.

The border army and the royal court fought several times and won and lost each other, and the grassland cavalry at that time was fully armed, except for armor and bows and crossbows, the others were not much inferior to Dahua.

Beginning three years ago, the border army and the royal court fought with more losses and fewer victories, and the Tartars rushed out of the grassland and began to encroach on the land of Dahua.

The original border passes of the Northwest Fortress have all become the territory of the grassland royal court, except for the crossbows with complex structures, there is no gap between them.

The physique of the carnivorous grassland is already stronger than that of the vegetarian-based Chinese, and the Northwest Frontier Army has worked extremely hard in recent years.

Chai Tiannuo hurriedly approached Tartar Xiaoshi, and the faces of the remaining four people changed suddenly and turned around and fled, never thinking that this guy who rode alone was actually a rare archer of the eagle, and there was no missing arrow fifty zhang away, and he didn't know if he could escape!

The four horsemen leaned down and rode their horses wildly, Chai Tiannuo pouted, a distance of thirty zhang, where can you run?

With a wipe of his right hand on the quiver, four armor-piercing cones fell into his hand, and the corners of Chai Tiannuo's mouth turned up slightly:

"Ten taels of silver."

The strings are loose, and the people fall.

Chai Tiannuo looked at the cavalry brigade that was slowly approaching in the distance, and couldn't help but snort, drew his knife out of its sheath and fell fiercely!

Blood gushed out, and the bloody head was put into the bag by Chai Tiannuo, and the knife was unsheathed on the battle array, and the blood must be drunk.