"What? Where did the large number of cavalry come from? ”

The two of them asked questions at the same time, but the guard couldn't answer at all, and he couldn't say why he came up for a long time.

The chief planner took the lead out of the yurt, and then Chehua hurriedly followed.

As soon as they walked out, the two of them saw that the south side of the tribe could see billowing smoke and dust rising in the distance!

And as time passed, the smoke from the dust was getting closer and closer to the Miharyu tribe.

There was also a slight tremor on the ground, and as Huns, they knew very well what it meant!

This is a precursor to a massive cavalry galloping closer!

"Where did the cavalry come from, this smoke and dust and this tremor, I'm afraid there are already tens of thousands, right?"

The master schemed at the movement and guessed suspiciously.

After thinking about it, Chehua guessed: "Chief, I only think of one person who can form such a large-scale cavalry force in the eastern grassland!" ”

The two glanced at each other, and said at the same time: "King Zuoxian!" ”

But King Zuo Xian has nothing to do, what are they doing in this barren grassland realm of Miharyou?

Just as the two were confused, the cavalry troops in the distance were finally close enough to see a rough idea.

At this time, many people in the tribe had already come out to watch the situation curiously, and even the wife and children of the leader also walked out of the yurt and came outside, curiously looking at the cavalry team that was gradually approaching in the distance.

Thinking that it was the mastermind of Zuo Xianwang's troops, the two of them did not raise their vigilance, so when they finally saw that the arriving troops were actually hanging a banner embroidered with gold on a black background and a big Song script written in the middle, they reacted, it was not Zuo Xianwang who came!

But there is an enemy coming!

As a medium-sized tribe, the Miharyu tribe naturally also sent people to participate in the raids, so it was not long before someone recognized the meaning of the words on this banner!

Cloud!

As a Xiongnu tribe living next to the Tatar steppe, they naturally knew that the Tatars had all taken refuge in a king named Yun in the Song Kingdom.

They had also seen with their own eyes how the bounty group rushed into the steppe to kill people and rob slaves.

So at this moment, they all misunderstood!

"Oh no! Here the Tatars are again! They have come to rob the Song slaves! ”

"Huh? But our Song slaves have all been sold for lambs! Where are the Song slaves? ”

"I heard that if this group of Tatar bounties could not find the Song slaves, they would cut off everyone's heads! Go back and get your weapons and fight them! ”

"That's right! Fight with them! ”

"Damn the Tatars, won't the slaves themselves go to the Central Plains to catch them? Why come and rob us! ”

When I was excited, someone immediately wanted to run back to get a weapon and get on the horse, but it was too late!

After realizing that it was not King Zuoxian, but the enemy, the two of them realized that it was not King Zuoxian, but the enemy, and immediately reacted, shouting for everyone to take their weapons and get on their horses and prepare for battle.

The whole Mihalyu tribe was in chaos, and the crowds of people looking for weapons, horses, and panic collided, trampled, and children cried, and everything was out of order.

However, before Mihalyou could get ready, on the opposite side, Huo Qubing, who was galloping, had already rushed to the front of the Mihalyu tribe with a fine horse.

"Kill! Not a single one to stay! ”

Huo Qubing, who rushed to the front, took the lead in rushing into the Mihalyu tribe, and with a spear in his hand, he swept away all the thousands of troops that had been organized and blocked the entrance of the tribe.

Then he hung the gun to the side of the horse, pulled out the Chakxi saber hanging from his waist in his right hand, held the hilt of the olecranon knife back, the blade forward, the tip of the knife downward, and slashed lightly when he was about to approach a fleeing Hun!

It's as smooth as slicing through tofu!

A perfect backgrip kill!

wiped the Hun on his neck!

The Huns, who had been attacked by the backgrip, reached out and wanted to hold the back of their necks, but as soon as their hands were raised, the back of their necks, which was just oozing blood, suddenly spurted out large strands of red blood like a suddenly ruptured water pipe!

The whole person suddenly fell to the ground stiff and weak!

took a perfect start, Huo Qubing stretched out his tongue and licked the corners of his mouth excitedly, his handsome face was full of excitement!

With his adrenaline pumping, he instantly fell into the thrill of killing.

Next, the Chaksi saber in his hand was played with in his hand, and he quickly switched the front and back hands according to different situations, and one by one the Huns wailed and fell, and a fountain of blood burst out!

And behind him, a group of elite light horsemen also drew out the Chaksy saber on their waists, turned into skilled butchers, and slaughtered the Huns of the Mikharyo tribe one by one like slaughtering chickens and ducks!

Screaming mixed with wailing!

The Huns never dreamed that one day they would fall into the same fate as the Song people who were slaughtered by them!

The cavalry of the Song people wreaked havoc in the tribe, or was it a massacre in the system!

As the cavalry swept by, not a single fish was missed!

All that was left was a corpse!

The silent black-robed cavalry are like the most efficient killing machines, frantically harvesting lives!

This is for the slaughter!

Soon the Huns realized this, and someone wanted to resist!

But they were like lambs when they didn't have time to get on their horses, and after the cavalry swept away, they became inconspicuous corpses on the ground like their previous kindred!

……

"Hurry, hurry! Launched! Gather! ”

In the rear of the tribe, the two of the main plotters and the Chehua clan had already come to the rear of the tribe to organize the men to get on the horse as soon as possible and form a formation.

However, there were only a few who could escape, and when Huo Qubing was about to kill people with them, they were able to organize a cavalry of less than a hundred people.

And at this moment, the main planner suddenly saw a scene that made him stunned!

His youngest son, who was just ten years old, was awakened because he was sleeping in the yurt, rubbing his eyes and coming out of the yurt, but he happened to appear in front of the unknown cavalry!

"Smoke Kara!"

The main strategy roared and was about to rush over on horseback, but was hurriedly grabbed by the Chehua clan on the side.

"Chief! Don't go over! Dangerous! ”

Then the master planner could only watch his ten-year-old little son smoke Kara and be wiped on the neck like an ant crushed by Huo Qubing passing by!

In Huo Qubing's opinion, even the children of the Huns are not worthy of pity, because the children of the Song people were not spared when the Huns invaded.

I'm just reporting it back and forth!

"Draw a cara! My Pumping Cara! I'm going to avenge you! Song people! I'll kill you! I'm going to kill your whole family! ”

At this time, the main planner had already seen the faces of this group of people, not Tatars but Song people! All of them!

He's furious to the extreme!

But the next moment, something even more devastating happened!

His wife, who is running away with her eldest son, will also be caught up by the Song people!

The opponent's knife has been raised, aimed at his eldest son's neck, and is about to swing down!

"No !!!"

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(End of chapter)