On the banks of the Qushui River, the smoke curls up.

The white felt tents were continuous, and the aroma of milk tea and barbecued meat permeated the camp of the Bairong people, waking up the cattle and sheep in the pen and the hunting dogs lying in front of the felt tents.

The sturdy children, wrapped in thick leather robes, chased each other through the felt tents.

In the distance, a series of terrible and rapid whistles suddenly sounded, attracting the attention of the Rong people in the camp.

An older half-grown boy climbed onto the horse's back, stood firmly in the saddle with his arms propped up, and looked into the distance with his hands on the pergola.

In the distance, on a snowy hill, a young woman wrapped in a black cloak was riding down from the top of the hill, whipping her horse on her mount as she ran. The one-piece hood on the black cloak was blown off by the wind, revealing the woman's full head of black hair.

The ground shook slightly, and the crisp sound of horses' hooves echoed across the winter grassland.

"It's Sister Yiduoer! she must have brought the Winter Moon Grass!"

The half-sized boy on the horseback shouted in surprise, his legs were parted, his buttocks fell on the saddle, and he bent down three or two times to untie the reins, and was about to meet him.

A slender palm grasped the reins, and the horse, which was already ready to rush forward, shook its neck, but did not shake the hand at all, and involuntarily bent its front legs, and had to stop abruptly.

The half-grown child was taken aback, and hurriedly hugged the horse's neck to prevent himself from falling. He turned his head and said angrily, "What are you doing?"

Holding the reins was a white and pure young man, with a wide forehead, very light eyebrows, and a slender body that looked extremely tall among the five big and three thick Rong people. Although he was wearing a thick leather robe often worn by the Bairong people, he was still wrapped in a white linen robe under the leather robe, and he was not wearing a felt hat on his head, but a wooden crown used by Zhou Cai.

The young man did not answer the half-grown question, but frowned tightly and stared at the woman galloping in the distance.

The half-grown man was a little annoyed, this Zhou man who lived in the tribe didn't work on weekdays, just wandered around, there was a big man, thin legs and arms, and his temperament was also weak and bullying, he definitely couldn't be a warrior who rode a horse to kill the enemy, how could he have the courage to stop his horse today?

It's just that he is not stupid, and it can be seen from the hand that the young man showed just now that the other party's strength is really not small. The half-grown boy weighed and compared it in his heart, and wisely chose to endure this breath first.

An inexplicable panic suddenly rose in his heart, and he couldn't help but look up into the distance.

It seems that something bad is about to happen.

Almost at the same time, the tremor on the ground suddenly became louder, and now all the Rong people in the camp knew that something was wrong. Before they could figure out the situation, many young men had already taken the first step into the felt tent and pulled out their scimitars, and rushed desperately towards their war horses.

The half-grown child's face suddenly turned pale, because he had clearly seen that on the white snow mound, a layer of black oppressive figure suddenly spread up.

A large flag on a black background depicting nine white wolf tails was erected and hunted and danced on the snow hills.

Although it was not the nine-tailed white wolf that had shocked the northwest frontier for more than a thousand years, it still made the faces of all the Bairong people who saw the banner change greatly.

"Gongxi people!"

A terrible shout suddenly erupted in the camp, and then the horn representing the enemy attack was blown to the ground, and the whole camp was immediately plunged into great chaos.

In the dense group of cavalry, one of them protruded slightly, slowly and methodically pulled out a feathered arrow from his quiver, and placed it on the huge longbow in his hand.

The bowstring tightened inch by inch, and there was a tooth-aching tremor, and with a snap, the arrow broke off the string and flew towards the woman who was on horseback to warn her.

It's a whistle that is being used to attack at the moment.

It let out a piercing scream in the air, not shooting people, but horses.

The young woman heard the sound of the bowstring behind her, and immediately crouched alertly and hid on the right side of her mount. The screaming feathered arrow didn't go over the top of the head at all, but hit the mount's right hind leg.

The horse's front leg and left hind leg were still leaping forward, but the right hind leg was unable to exert its strength, and he stepped into the air, lost his balance when he landed, and fell out of front to the right.

The young woman's equestrian skills were really exquisite, and she did not panic in the face of danger, so she drilled down the horse's belly, and with a light turn, the whole person turned to the left side of the mount, avoiding the danger of being crushed by the fallen mount.

She lay down on the horse's belly, and hurriedly glanced sideways, only to see that the horse's right hind leg had been pierced through the bone by an arrow, and that one of her forelegs had been crushed by her own weight as she fell to the ground, and the blood was flowing under the horse's belly, and the wound was very serious.

The sound of the hammer is the order to charge, and the standard-bearer holding the white wolf's tail banner on a black background moves forward, without any extra noise, and the black-pressed Gongxi Iron Rider swoops down from the top of the hill.

At this time, many of the Bairong warriors had already reacted, and under the loud shouts of a leader, they gathered together in a chaotic manner and rushed towards the young woman.

"Boy, if you don't want to die, run away, your clansmen won't be able to stop the Gongxi clan for long. ”

The young man let go of the reins in his hand, and reached back into his cotton robe and tugged at it.

Under the gaze of the half-sized child, the young man actually took out two turquoise hand axes from behind his back!

The handle of the axe is about the length of a young man's forearm, and the blade of the axe is an elegant half-moon shape, extremely long and thin, and shining with a cold light.

That's not all, but the most striking thing is the axe used for smashing.

It was not a solid piece of iron that had been forged neatly, but had been carved into a dark green unicorn with flying scales and claws, which immediately gave these two vulgar murder weapons a certain luxurious and mysterious charm.

The half-grown man opened his mouth wide, and watched as the powerless Zhou Ren's little white face in his eyes rose into the air lightly, and he was also carrying two murderous and vicious axes in his hands.

The young man stepped over the head of the half-sized boy, and leaped rapidly through the camp, and every time he touched the bolt of the horse, the flagpole, etc., the man jumped several feet.

He did not ride a horse, but when he left the camp, he galloped so fast that he came first in a dozen breaths and stood in front of the young woman.

With the two of them as the center, the Gongxi Iron Cavalry and the Bairong Knight quickly collided fiercely.

The young man holding two dark green unicorn axes stood at the head of the tide, facing a thick formation with more than ten horses, and from the perspective of the young man, it was simply black and could not see his head.

"Don't run around. The young man said gently.

He stomped on the ground with both feet, trampling the hard winter dirt out of two deep pits and firmly rooting himself.

The young woman was slender, and her complexion was fair among the prairie women, revealing a healthy flush, which complemented the forehead made of rubies on her forehead, and a small white skirt appeared under the black robe cloak that wrapped her body, which was a typical white aristocratic woman's dress.

has the courage to risk being chased and killed to report alone, and his temperament is naturally extremely strong.

She stood up without saying a word, walked not far behind the young man, and calmly looked at the blade cut by the Gongxi Iron Horseman.

The young man with the axe tilted his head slightly, and made a brief estimate in his heart, knowing that the position of the girl Bai Rong was excellent, and it would not prevent him from wielding the axe, nor would he be attacked by the enemy who bypassed him because he was too far away.

He put his mind at ease and shouted, "Open!"