The climate in the northern part of Shenzhou is cold, but the north of the Great Wall is even colder, to the point where the water drips into ice. The Beijung team walked among the evergreen forests, and a few wisps of breeze emerged from the cracks in the green trees. In China, this kind of breeze can probably be described as a breeze blowing on the face, but north of the Great Wall, no matter what the wind is, it is like a knife cut. The breeze is like a dagger, and the wind is like a ring-headed knife.

Yan Qingli sat on the black horse, and had already walked fifty miles as the team entered the Evergreen Forest, and did not encounter the barbarians. After walking for so long, his thighs couldn't stand it. It really hurts to grind her legs while riding a horse, so Yan Qingli grinned and felt that this "wind and water cold" was nothing more than that.

After walking for about a moment, a five-person team was ushered in from the front, which was the scout sent by the Beirong tribe. After watching Yan Ying talk to a few scouts, he announced that he would camp on the spot.

Yan Qingli's face instantly became relaxed, and he hurriedly got off his horse and began to help the group set up camp, so in a short period of time, a simple camp was set up. A tent, a campfire. The four of them sat around the campfire, took out the ingredients, boiled some water, and began to cook. But just as Yan Gu was about to cook, Yan Qingli spoke.

"Bone, I'll cook."

As a result, Yan Qingli assumed the profession of chef in the group. Yan Qingli looked at the ingredients in front of him, there were only a few simple things, such as venison, flour and a few simple seasonings. So, Yan Qingli began to make venison noodles.

I saw him smile.

"Dude, I'm going to eat for you!"

I saw that he first made noodles, then cooked the venison, and then began to cook the noodles, put a little lard and salt, and almost at the same time as he put down the pot, the aroma was permeated, arousing everyone's appetite.

"Yanzi, I didn't expect you to have such a hand." Wan Yan Gu held the slightly hot wooden bowl in his hand and ate the hot noodles made by Yan Qingli.

And the other two, Wanyan Yang and Wanyan Kui couldn't raise their heads after eating, but they vaguely echoed Wanyan bones while eating. Seeing the three of them eating so hotly, Yan Qingli didn't expect it, but then smiled again.

"It seems that this craft of buddy is also extremely explosive in this world!"

Yan Qingli's cooked noodles were very fragrant, and the people in several groups around the fragrant were all staring. Yan Qingli looked at the surrounding groups and smiled helplessly.

"I'll do it for you when I go back to the village, but it's gone."

The groups stopped and returned to their camps. But Wan Yan Ying came over and cheekily asked for a bowl of noodles. Well, I tasted it, and it was delicious.

But it's just a shallow taste, and after eating, Yan Ying smashed it and smashed it. The majestic man smiled.

"Let's go back to the village and have a feast, you will be the head chef."

Everyone was speechless for a while, but they had no choice but to smile. Everyone knows that the patriarch of the Beirong tribe loves the people like a son and often jokes with the masses.

However, at this moment, a strange cry suddenly sounded from all around, like a group of wild people.

In an instant, Wan Yan Ying's face turned cold, and he stood up and shouted.

"Enemy attack!"

The groups quickly integrated, and a group of four formed a small formation, only to see a group of wild men appear around them. It was the barbarians, wrapped in animal skins, armed with wooden sticks, bones, sticks, and stone axes, that rushed towards them.

The Beirong tribe quickly retracted and divided into two layers, with the sword-bearer in front and the bow-bearer in the back, the two staggered each other, and the archers began to release arrows under the order of Wanyan Ying. In an instant, he put down a layer of savages in front of him. Another round of feathered arrows was released, and the wild man put down another layer. But when two rounds of arrows were fired, everyone took their own close-quarters weapons and began hand-to-hand combat. Yan Qingli stood in the first row, and saw a man holding a leg bone with some pulp, so he rushed towards him.

The wild man swung out his stick and struck Yan Qingli's head. Yan Qingli was calm, his left hand blocked the leg bone, he clamped the arm of the wild man with his arm, and his right hand held the wind scar, directly piercing the neck of the wild man. A stream of hot blood squirted onto Yan Qingli's face, and the wild man twitched a few times, as the wild man's pupils gradually dilated, indicating that Yan Qingli had killed the first person in this world.

But he couldn't think about it, and the second round of savages had already come up again.

The scene gradually became chaotic, and the blood of the first savage also seemed to arouse Yan Qingli's wildness, and he rushed forward with his dagger, but in an instant, a few sticks hit his body. He came to his senses in an instant, returned to the team under the cover of his teammates, and fought cooperatively with the group.

The four-person team is not assigned randomly, but according to their own skills. For example, in Yan Qingli's group, Wan Yan Gu is good at close quarters, the pioneer in the division group, Wan Yan Yang is good at riding and shooting, a bow and arrow is a hundred shots, and Wan Yan Kui is good at body and medical skills, acting as logistics. And Yan Qingli is more watery, who has not been killed or who has been caught in the net to help make up for it.

There were nearly 200 savages, but after the rapid defense and counterattack of the Beijung team, half of the savages had been slaughtered. The rest of the savages saw that the situation was not right, and immediately fled in all directions.

Wanyan Ying quickly organized his clansmen to pursue. But this group of wild men ran fast in the ice and snow, just like snow foxes, and in an instant they galloped without a trace.

Yan Qingli chased after the front, and was a little surprised when he saw the wild man in front of him disappear without a trace.

"It's really a person who is raised by one side of the water and soil."

Afterwards, Yan Qingli followed the team back to the camp. As soon as he returned to the camp, he saw more than a dozen cavalrymen go out to continue the reconnaissance.

Yan Qingli and his three teammates converged, and in the camp, there were still the corpses of several savages. As soon as he returned to the camp, Yan Qingli began to vomit when he saw those corpses. He was a modern man after all, and it was disgusting to look at the severed limbs in the camp, and the smell of blood in his nose was disgusting.

After a quarter of an hour, it did not stop until all the contents of the stomach were vomited. Wan Yan Kui took care of Yan Qingli and rinsed her mouth and drank some water, which made her better.

When he kills, he is full of enthusiasm and enthusiasm, and he has no time to pay attention to the corpse of the person he killed. But the war stops, look at those who have been killed by themselves. Yan Qingli will have guilt and fear, which is the sequelae of the first killing.

But soon, Yan Qingli defeated the benevolence and morality in his mind, and he no longer lived in a civilized society, which was fighting. This is either you die or I live in a war, and the benevolence, righteousness and morality in Yan Qingli's mind are useless at all.

This battle was Yan Qingli's first battle, and Yan Qingli killed three barbarians.

In this way, the people rested until dawn the next day.

Just one hour before the sun rose, the Beirong tribe reorganized their ranks and continued to set off. Just at this time, the scout returned to the ranks, and then Wanyan Ying ordered a rapid march.

They found the camp of the barbarians.

Half an hour on, in a basin, there were several tents made of animal skins, and in one of the tents, a man's skull was inserted.

"Hey, there's a tribal leader." After Yan Ying saw it, he was a little surprised.

"Prepare for a raid!"

Beijon gathered his troops, set up a formation, and prepared for a surprise attack.