The spring grass is raw, and the horse's hooves are urgent.

Under the bright moonlight, Helan Changchun was galloping on horseback, followed by more than 1,000 tribal elite horsemen, and from time to time someone shook the horsewhip and shouted happily in the crisp sound of the whip.

Dressed in black and wearing a white wolf tail and forehead, this black king is tall and majestic, with perfect lines around him, like a wolf king running under the starlight, exuding an elegant and dangerous atmosphere.

In the distance as far as he could see, countless blazing bonfires led the way.

A figure flickered away on the small hill not far from either side, one of the backyard outposts of the tribal camp.

The horse team soon stopped at a distance of five hundred feet from the camp, and unlike the spirits on the road, the thousand people were extremely silent at this moment, restraining the horses to stop where they were.

Such a close distance is almost impossible for a swift cavalry to leap through.

Helan Changchun galloped to the camp alone and made peace with the hundred light horsemen who greeted him.

"Helan Changchun, what are you doing fooling around with witches all day long, and worshipping the ghosts of Zhou people as teachers?"

Leading a hundred light horsemen was an equally young Di nobleman, with a shaved head, a fat body, and a face full of horizontal flesh, but unexpectedly very vigorous.

The robes and ornaments on his body are much more luxurious than those of Helan Changchun, and they are extremely eye-catching from a distance. Although the white animal teeth worn on the thick neck are also common among the Di people, large animal bones are polished into many wine cups of the same size, and the outer walls of the bone cups are coated with gold dust and worn with gold chains, which is extravagant.

"Helan Jinzhan, I am also the son of my father, and I am also the leader of the first department, he feasted the heads of all the departments, why can't I come?"

The rangers on the outskirts had already sent the news back, and Helan Marigold was knowingly asking, and he deliberately brought people out, originally for Helan Changchun.

Glancing at the thousand-man cavalry not far behind Helan Changchun, the fat young man raised his whip and asked, "The elite warriors in your clan are less than two thousand in total, how can you bring so many people to a banquet?"

Helan Changchun said with a smile: "While I am not here, your subordinate tribes have repeatedly invaded the pastures of our department, and if you don't bring more people, how can you teach you a profound lesson?"

Helan Marigold laughed, the laughter was piercing, like a jackal like a wolf, and it didn't stop for a long time.

He laughed for a long time, then stiffened his face and said, "This joke is not funny at all. ”

After that, Helan Marigold turned the horse's head and left Helan Changchun with a fat and oily back of his head: "Come with me, my father wants to see you, tell your men to get away, don't get in the way of the eyes of the leaders." ”

Helan Changchun rode a horse to follow, and followed Helan Marigold straight into the center of the camp.

In front of the big tent, the two dismounted and entered the tent, and what they saw in front of them was a luxurious scene.

A group of bewitching dancing girls covered their bodies in tulle, twisting their slender and seductive dynamic waists, and the rippling curves tickled people's hearts.

The leaders of the various departments have taken off their expensive and beautiful leather robes, brandished golden wine glasses in their hands, and let the grape wine spill on the naked body of the female ~ slave ~ naked in their arms, and their mouths emitted unconscious laughter and noise when the wine was hot.

Directly north was placed a tall, spacious seat, wrapped in a whole snow bear skin, with the bear's head resting on the backrest, just enough to rest a person's neck on it.

An old man with messy hair in the seat was drinking, and two naked~beautiful~slave women~ knelt on the snow wolf skin carpet in front of the seat, their delicate and fair skin and the white fur under their bodies.

The old man was barefoot, and the huge soles of his feet stepped on the backs of two female ~ slaves.

His rough and chapped toes rubbed back and forth on the smooth and tender back of the female slave, which stimulated the skin of the two female ~ slaves with large goosebumps, but they bit their lips and didn't dare to make a sound.

Some of the young heads saw their eyes straight, and they praised loudly that the prince would really enjoy it.

The old man laughed and said proudly: "I heard that there is a big official in the Central Plains Zhou people, who is said to be equivalent to the elder under the account of Brother Khan, who puts his feet in the arms of the beauty every day when he sleeps, and sleeps warmly and sweetly.

He raised his eyes and saw the two people who had entered the account, and the smile on his face faded: "Marigold, you are a sister-in-law, how can you run out to meet your courtiers?"

Without waiting for Helan Jinzhan to answer, Helan Changchun had already preemptively smiled and said: "How did my father forget, you yourself are a concubine, even if your talent is not worse than Helan Khan, you can only be subordinate to him." ”

The tent was completely silent, there was no anger on the old man's face, but there was a sound of broken bones on the female ~ slave under his feet.

One of the female~ slaves threw herself on the carpet in response, and the blood spilling from her mouth and nose stained the snow wolf's fur red.

Another female ~ slave screamed in fright, and then was slashed by a scimitar that suddenly appeared through the pink neck, giving a neat slash to the head.

The skull rolled down the carpet, and the eyes overflowing with fear could not be closed.

"Helan Marigold, how many men did this daring brother next to you bring?"

Helan Jinzhan's face trembled, revealing a bloodthirsty smile: "There is only one thousand-person team, and it should have been surrounded by Lao Dongran's 10,000-person team at the moment, so he had to be slaughtered with a knife." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of fighting was already heard outside the camp, with continuous bowstrings and horses' hooves like thunder.

Helan Changchun smiled indifferently: "My brother and my father are deeply gracious. If the adults of the sweat tent had heard of it, they would have appreciated it very much. ”

The old man waved his hand: "Can the Khan Tent, the King of Qilian and the King of Bohai recognize the name of Helan Khan? The little child supported by the blue-eyed marshal is the real blood of Di Khan! The Khan surnamed Helan is really a joke!"

Helan Marigold smiled cruelly: "The king is afraid that we Nanyuan have not been for a day or two, but he has never dared to act, and he is not afraid that his father will raise troops." I told my father that there are many tribes who support you Helan Changchun, but don't want us Nanyuan to repeat the mistakes of the king's account. ”

Helan Changchun sighed: "Since I know that there are many tribes whose hearts are towards me, I should be more cautious, how can a team of 10,000 people be enough, three or five should be transferred, so as not to have an accident." ”

As he said this, the sound of horses' hooves outside the camp became more and more approaching, and it seemed that a large group of men and horses were rushing towards him, and several felt tents at the very edge of the camp had been ignited by rockets.

Helan Marigold was furious: "Is it Lao Dongran? How dare he, his two sons have been sent in advance to be protons?"

The old man slapped Helan Marigold's fat face: "Stupid thing, why don't you let Lao Dongran send his snow sculpture too, his son can be reborn if he is gone, who doesn't know that Lao Dongran cares about his eagle the most?"

The slap was so heavy that Helan Marigold felt like her whole body was flying.

"When did Father's hand become so strong?"

As he thought so, he reached out to cover his face, which must have been red and swollen, and was about to open his mouth to defend himself.

But I don't know what the reason is, Helan Marigold didn't feel the existence of his hand, and hurriedly looked down suspiciously, just in time to see Helan Changchun with both hands into claws, tearing a very familiar headless corpse in half.

Blood splattered everywhere, smeared on the snow-white carpet, and sprinkled on the pink backs of the two dead women~slaves, leaving very delicate marks.

He even saw the cruel and ruthless father wielding a scimitar and roaring loudly, and the guards in the tent rushed to Helan Changchun to hack him to death.

After that, his bald head rolled down the snow wolf skin carpet, side by side with the head of the slave girl~ slave, and snuggled intimately.