In Yang Dongli's promise, all the official members of the bald thieves on the scene, as well as the war slaves and the cannon fodder of the small tribe, suddenly even became short of breath.

All of the above can be said to be things that they have dreamed of for a long time.

If it were those Huns, it would be better to say that they would not be surrounded, but now it seems that they can't run away, so it is better to fight to the death.

So soon, they could see each other's desire to fight when they looked at each other.

It's just that they soon learned that the benefits of these promises were nothing at all; There's more to it than that, a reason to fight to the last bite.

Because Yang Dong's voice fell, others started their own performances one after another.

After Huang Yizhi was tinkering, he first took out the glass wolf handicrafts that Ban Chao had just returned to him; After raising it high, he drank loudly in his mouth:

"See clearly, this is the most precious treasure in the world.

The reason why it is so crystal clear is because it uses a wisp of divine soul left by the Sirius God in the world, and finally condenses into a treasure.

This time, the Huns came to rob us of this treasure.

As long as he has it, he can bless the warriors of the tribe to be invincible, and now he can also bless us, and the warriors who have won the final victory in this battle will eventually belong to us. ”

Boy! These earthen buns, where have you seen this kind of glass craft.

For a while, looking at the crystal flawless glass wolf in the sun, the flickering of Huang Yizhi's 'victory will eventually belong to us' in his heart was at least eight points of belief.

For a while, they all knelt on the ground in front of the statue of the glass wolf.

And after holding the glass wolf in his hand for twenty seconds and putting it away again, in the mouth of Huang Yizhi, a piece of material continued to burst out.

In the meantime, this goods took out one glass handicraft after another from a bag on his horse's back, and at the same time appeared one by one, his mouth also shouted loudly:

"I, Huang Yizhi, swore in front of the statue of the Heavenly Wolf God that as long as I defeated these Huns.

Not only this idol, but all of these are yours. ”

Huang Yizhi's voice fell, and Brother Wolf Qing immediately picked up: "I know that many of you want the bald thief knife and treasure armor very much.

Anyway! As long as the wolf does not die after this battle, all the warriors who fight bravely can get a piece of armor and weapons that I have built myself, they are all yours~"

In short, these goods are making all kinds of promises.

It's just a frenzy of painting flatbread and beating chicken blood for the Hu people in the Western Regions under his command, stimulating their desire to fight to the death.

Even Ah Li, although she rejects such a method very much in her heart.

But after Hu Biao's dead slammed into the street and squeezed his eyebrows and made a crazy hint, he had to be forced to open his business.

From a bag on the horse's back, he took out a thick roll of parchment, and shouted loudly: "I know many people, because of my appearance, skills, etc., I have always had doubts about my identity.

That's it! Since this is the case, I admit it, I confess.

I was originally a saint who served the wolf god, and all the means of healing people and animals were taught by the great and supreme wolf god.

In it, all my methods of treating the diseases of people and cattle and sheep are recorded, and as long as you win these Huns, all of them will be yours. ”

It wasn't until the voice in Ah Li's mouth fell that Hu Biao's various promises and chicken blood, because they really couldn't make it up, were completely over.

But all of the above seems to be enough.

Because under the rewards that were difficult to refuse, everyone's eyes turned red......

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Seeing such a situation, Yang Dongli immediately made a decision and said some specific arrangements for these people in the next battle.

He stretched out his hand and pulled through the cannon fodder of about 1,500 people, roughly dividing it into even halves.

Pointing to the half of the people on the left, he drank: "Wait and listen, you help me entangle those Huns on the left, no matter how many of you are, no one can be let go until the battle is over." ”

Then, he pointed to a group of people on the right, and drank in his mouth: "Help me entangle the Huns on the right."

In the same way, I don't care how cruel those Huns will be, I just care that after you have withstood it, nothing will be missing from what was promised to you. ”

"Huh~" Learning from the appearance of the Han army, the mouths of the cannon fodder solemnly agreed.

Judging by their firm expressions, they should be trustworthy.

Then, Yang Dongli looked at the bald thieves who were pulled up by their own hands, the henchmen and natives, and those war slaves.

Frankly speaking, even if these are Hu people, but after getting along for such a long time, Yang Dongli has some feelings with them.

If he could, he really didn't want them all to be consumed here.

At least I hope that Fan Hunt and other Zhou people can continue to live,

But in the end, after gritting his teeth, Yang Dongli still issued his own order: "According to the training outline, you will line up with me in an arrow formation."

Our leaders are in the first position, Fan Hunter you are in the second, and the other war slaves are last; Rush and kill with us, never die.

Yang does not live up to you, and you will not bear me. ”

"We will certainly live up to the leader." Fan Lie took the lead in shouting such a sentence, his eyes full of the meaning of death battle.

It's not just for the things that Yang Dongli and the others promised in their mouths just now; The fact that these leaders are willing to take the lead in the charge also played a great role.

The Hu people of the Western Regions worship heroes, and the practices of Yang Dongli and others.

Should I say it or not, it has already satisfied all their fantasies about heroes......

When the camps of both sides sounded a loud 'dirt, dirt~' horn horn, this largest battle in which Hu Biao and others participated finally officially began.

Almost at the same time, both sides slowly drove the war horses at the same time.

As previously arranged, in the position of Hu Biao's side, a group of cannon fodder was divided into two, and with many tribes as units, they faced the opponents on both wings.

And Hu Biao and Ban Chao formed a large arrow array, behind them were a group of netizens, and a total of 1,300 bald thieves.

Frankly speaking, Hu Biao still has some confidence in the tactics they have formulated.

However, what he didn't have confidence in was that more than 1,300 people in the past faced 3,000 opponents, including the 1,000 Golden Wolf Army, who would survive after this battle.

To put it mildly, it doesn't matter if they die, but Ban Chao can't die.

It's just that once the fight starts, no one dares to guarantee that Ban Chao will be fine.

It is precisely because of this that after Hu Biao thought of something in his heart, he couldn't help but ask in his mouth: "Ban Sima, your father Ban Biao is an important minister of the imperial court, and his eldest brother Ban Gu is the secretary of the school."

Even the little sister is also known to be talented, and it can be said that the family is all young.

Even if Ban Sima doesn't do anything, the glory of his life must be simple, after abandoning his pen and following Rong, he is now surrounded by the Huns, have you ever regretted it? ”

Xu is such a question, no one has ever asked Ban Chao in person.

So much so that after hearing such a question, he was very stunned for about twenty or thirty seconds.

But after reacting, he smiled at Hu Biao very freely, and drank loudly in his mouth:

"As a big husband, how can Ban always run some pen and ink and other businesses to make a living, and when he learns the three-foot sword of Fu Jiezi and Zhang Qian, he is looking for a feudal marquis for the country and the people, and thousands of miles away.

Ban, no regrets~"

"I don't regret it, and Hu has never regretted crossing the Western Regions with Ban Sima." After Hu Biao heard this, he shouted loudly.

Then the laughter of their group resounded through this battlefield, which was called an indescribable heroism.

So much so that many years later, Fan Hunt will remember this scene and be proud of the blood of the Han people in his body; Because he believes that only the Han people have this kind of heroic courage to die.

Hu Ren is just showing the bravery of that moment......

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