The western Qin border is in the Yinshan Mountains

In this Yinshan Mountain Range, there are many tribes. The indigenous inhabitants of these tribes do not know how to farm, but are nomadic herders, wandering around and living in no fixed place. The impoverished natives looked at the fertile land of Xiqin, and they all salivated.

The cattle and sheep raised by the indigenous people of those tribes have all been eaten, and the hunger in their stomachs is unbearable, and they see that the cold winter is coming, if there is no food and grass to survive the winter, countless indigenous people can only starve to death.

Once a person lives to the point of life and death, he can do anything.

After the autumn harvest, the farmers of Western Qin harvested the barley from the fields and hoarded it in the granary. To celebrate the harvest, the villagers lit bonfires, slaughtered cattle and sheep, and danced enthusiastically. Many old people watched this scene happily, and many children of five or six years old ran around excitedly with a piece of sauce meat in their hands, completely unaware of the murderous intentions hidden on all sides.

Thousands of hungry natives lay in ambush around the village, watching the hundreds of villagers enjoy the feast, all with a deep sense of greed and hatred on their faces. And many tall savage natives stared at the children with their eyes, and their saliva was already dripping all over the ground.

They were so hungry that they ate everyone!

There was only a roar of rage, and countless arrows were sent out from the bow and arrow in the native's hand, and shot at the villagers gathered together!

In an instant, more than a dozen villagers were hit by arrows that penetrated their bodies and died tragically on the spot. The surviving villagers immediately shouted angrily, and the old men and children quickly escaped through a secret door in the ground. And the young men and women raised their shields, grabbed their weapons, and threw themselves out of the village in anger!

"It's a man's, all of them will rush me! It's a woman's, if they are defeated, they will all kill themselves! The old people and their children fled as quickly as they could, and they could run as far as they could!" the village chief shouted again and again.

Western Qin is martial arts, everyone is a warrior, and these villagers are naturally no exception.

However, those tribe natives were already prepared, and thousands of people were facing these hundreds of villagers, so why should they be afraid? They showed cruelty, raised their spears and swords in their hands, and swarmed towards those villagers!

"Leave the woman, leave the children! All the women are dedicated to the chief, and the children are all steamed and eaten at night! But this time the chief spoke, thirty heads can be exchanged for a woman, everyone let go of the killing!!"

"Kill!", "Kill!", "Kill!!"

Those natives went crazy in an instant, and all they saw on weekdays were those aboriginal women with rough skin and tiger backs, and this Xiqin woman had fair skin and a slender body, which natives didn't want to go up! Unfortunately, they were only dedicated to the chief on weekdays, and now the chief was willing to share, so they were naturally crazy, and they had to snatch a few heads for their lives.

Under the impact of a single blow, the heads of dozens of villagers were cut off, and many natives raised the heads of those villagers, leaving their faces covered with blood, and laughed wildly.

A woman was caught by three natives, and she fell into a frenzy, biting off the fingers of one of the natives with a fierce bite and stabbing her hand with a long sword

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pierced his own heart, and at the same time pierced a native behind him.

The villagers were terrified and looked at the endless stream of natives chasing after them, and a look of despair appeared on their faces, this was going to be a massacre!

The village chief raised his head suddenly, his face showed a look of grief and indignation, and he shouted loudly: "I, a Xiqin man, can only die in battle, and will never surrender! I, a Xiqin woman, would rather die than be humiliated!"

So cruel! So iron-blooded! At this moment, they are no longer villagers, they are all Western Qin warriors!

"Kill, kill, kill! I'm a Xiqin man, I'd rather die than surrender!!I'm a Xiqin woman, I'd rather die than be humiliated!"

Everyone suddenly had their blood in their blood, no longer feared, and began to kill wildly!

But after all, they were outnumbered, hundreds of villagers, no, hundreds of Great Qin soldiers were killed and wounded in a moment, and it seemed that they were powerless to return to the sky.

However, at this moment, everyone only heard a roar, and an incomparably huge black knife qi came in an instant, and with a monstrous bang, nearly a hundred natives were actually split into pulp by the black knife qi!

The natives were shocked, where had they ever seen such a scene? Frightened, they retreated one after another, revealing a large open space between them and the villagers.

A burly figure suddenly appeared, and I saw that he had a rough appearance, a straight face, and a black giant knife in his hand, which was one of the guests under the Ying Heaven Throne!

Meng Fu looked back at the villagers who had died nearly half of them, and lamented again and again: "It's late, I'm coming day and night, but it's still too late!"

The villagers' eyes widened, and suddenly someone said with joy: "General Meng! We are saved, this is General Meng Fumeng!"

Meng Fu looked back at those natives, his heart was angry, his left foot stomped on the ground, only to see that the ground cracked a large piece, and Meng Fu's figure shot out like a spring, the black huge in his hand waved into a circle, everywhere he went, countless indigenous bodies exploded, just a few breaths later, hundreds of aborigines died on the spot, and the blood flowed all over the ground like a small river.

Where had these natives ever seen such a ferocious monster? Nearly half of the natives were so frightened that they dropped their weapons and turned to run. I only heard Meng Fu roar angrily: "All the soldiers, don't kill at this time, but when will you wait!"

But listening to the sound of "booming" footsteps from outside the village, the eyes of those villagers who survived lit up and cheered loudly: "It is our Western Qin regular army!"

There is no suspense, under the encirclement and suppression of the 3,000 Western Qin army, none of the natives ran away. And the more than 1,000 natives who surrendered were all beheaded.

"This wilderness natives have no humanity, and if they stay, they can only waste food!" Meng Fu was murderous at the moment, "Don't leave any of them for me!"

"General Meng!" a young general rushed over and said clearly: "Thirty-six people were killed in this battle, three hundred and twenty-seven were wounded, two thousand three hundred and twenty-two enemies were killed, and one thousand one thousand and three prisoners were killed.

"Alas, there are still thirty-six people lost!" Meng Fu sighed, "bury the soldiers and give them double pensions to their families!"

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The young general couldn't help but say: "General, we only have 3,000 people, and we have destroyed more than 3,000 enemies, but only lost 36 people, which is already very remarkable! In all the battles between our Western Qin army and the natives, there has never been such a small loss!"

In fact, Meng Fu alone killed more than 1,000 people and surrendered 1,000 people, and the 3,000 Western Qin soldiers only faced more than 1,000 natives who had lost their will to fight.

"Remember, every soldier's life is precious. On the battlefield, you are all my brothers, and if you can, I don't want to kill or hurt any of my brothers!"

Many of the soldiers around him heard Meng Fu say this, and their faces showed gratitude. Life on the battlefield is like a mustard, and that general will treat ordinary soldiers as brothers?

Speaking of this Mongolian general, all the soldiers were convinced, this manpower is infinite, when he joined the army that day, he lifted a stone lion weighing more than 1,000 catties, received the appreciation of the city lord, and gave him the position of centurion.

He didn't want to join the army for more than a month, but he repeatedly performed miraculous feats, saving dozens of villages attacked by the natives and killing tens of thousands of natives with just one person. The city lord was overjoyed, so he promoted him to deputy general, commanding 3,000 soldiers and horses!

I'm afraid that even Yingtian didn't expect that Meng Fei's cultivation talent was amazing, and now that he was already a Great Perfection of Qi Condensation, he was one step away from stepping into the foundation building. As the aura grew, his divine power also increased day by day, and the black knife weighing 10,000 catties was like a plaything in his hands. Where would these ordinary natives be his opponents?

As a result, Meng's reputation soared, and all the soldiers were convinced.

At this moment, Meng Fu frowned slightly, looked in the direction of the Great Xia Imperial City, and suddenly asked the young general, "There is still no news from the Imperial City?"

Since Meng Fu separated from Ye Yin, he still has news with him. The two of them set up a communication channel on their own, and they could learn about each other every seven days. It's just that now that half a month has passed, Meng Wei still hasn't received any news from Ye Yin.

The young general said in a low voice: "General, half a month ago was the last piece of news, and there has been no news since then, is there something wrong with the imperial city?"

Meng Fu's face was gloomy, and he whispered a few words in the young general's ear. The young general suddenly exclaimed, "The Moon God Clan?"

"Silence!" Meng Fu was slightly angry, "You've been with me for so long, and you're still so shocked." ”

The young general was shocked: "But, but the Moon God Clan is the top force of the Middle Earth Cultivation True Sect, how can they deal with us?"

"Just do what I say, don't ask!" Meng Fu said in a deep voice.

Yingtian had already told Meng Fu and Ye Yin the secret that he was the young master of the Moon God Clan, and told them that if something happened, they could contact the Moon God Clan for help.

Meng Fu was still facing the direction of the Great Xia Imperial City at the moment, and muttered to himself: "It's a pity that my Meng Fu is not strong now, and I can't help Brother Ye, let alone Jiu Shao." But one day, I will set foot in the Great Xia Palace City and make great progress!"

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