The night was dark, and another small group of cavalry collecting ships did not return, and Jerumada knew that they must have been attacked by the bandits, but he was afraid that he would not return. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In two days in a row, more than 100 ships were collected, but more than a dozen such small groups of cavalry disappeared, and more than 200 people were lost, but Yelu Mada had no way, and the other party did not fight him head-on at all.

Since the failed crossing of the river, morale in the battalion has been very low. This is a common characteristic of the steppe tribes, they are as fierce as a tiger when the wind is smooth, and once they suffer setbacks, their morale drops quickly.

Although Yelu Anduan fought a big defeat under the city of Xinzhou, but after all, it was not to be seen with his own eyes, the feeling was not so real, the three thousand soldiers and horses who crossed the Yellow River were killed under the noses of everyone, according to the more than 30 Khitan soldiers who fled back, the southern barbarians on the south bank would perform witchcraft, and the soldiers who crossed the Yellow River had weak legs and feet, and they did not even have the strength to lift steel knives.

Every time he thought of this, Yelu Mada hated the roots of his teeth, and he really regretted that he hadn't cut down these thirty or so cowards a few days ago.

The night passed, and when the first rays of dawn appeared in the east, Xiao Twelve was relieved, and he finally survived the night, although his eyelids were heavy, his head was groggy, and he wanted to sleep very much. However, what is the point of a man on the grassland who doesn't sleep for three or two days?

The night before yesterday, more than 60 elite Khitan soldiers died in their sleep without the slightest scar on their bodies.

These Khitan warriors were not assassinated, Xiao Twelve judged, because in the same tent, the others were safe and sound. Moreover, these more than 60 people are scattered. No Assassin would be so stupid as to infiltrate a large camp and kill only one person in a tent. If it were him, the entire tent would be bloody.

"Could it be a plague?" someone quietly speculated.

"It's not a plague!" exclaimed Jerusun, "I've heard that Lord Jerud has invited a shaman to see it, and there is no plague, and besides, how can the plague be like this, and what plague is not a big death, how can it be like this?"

"Shut up!" the centurion came to his side with a whip at some point, and whipped Yelu Sunset twice so hard that Yelu Sunset rolled all over the ground, begging for mercy repeatedly, and the centurion shouted, "Yelu Ma replied that the marshal has an order, and it is not allowed to discuss this matter in private, don't you all know? Do you want to blame your head on the gate?"

The crowd was silent, not daring to say any more, and Jerod hid like a quail.

However, as soon as the centurion left, Jerod came back to life and said in a low voice, "I have heard that these people were taken away by the spirits in their sleep. It's the wizards of the Southern Barbarians. ”

"What the hell?" scoffed, "Yelu Sunset, haven't you been whipped enough?"

Jerry Sunset smiled, "Don't you want to know what's going on? I don't want to die in a dream for some reason." ”

"What the hell is going on?" More people leaned over, and Xiao Twelve also leaned over.

As a result, a rumor spread quickly in the camp: Yelu Mada's actions in the Central Plains angered the sorcerers of the Central Plains, so those wizards with strong witchcraft practiced outside the camp every night, using witchcraft to take away the souls of the warriors in their sleep.

The brave prairie man will not be afraid in the face of a wolf-like enemy, but when faced with such an untouchable enemy, the fear of the unknown will rise in their hearts and make their hands and feet weak.

It is said that the reason why the 3,000 iron horsemen who crossed the Yellow River were wiped out was also because they fell for the mysterious witchcraft of the Central Plains wizards, and they couldn't use ten percent of their strength.

If you want not to be hit, in fact, the method is very simple, that is, you don't sleep at night, as long as you don't sleep, no matter how great the skills of the Central Plains wizards are, they can't perform witchcraft on sober people, because sober people have strong blood, and demons can't get close.

It is better to believe that it is there than to believe that it is not.

Xiao Twelve decided to follow Yelu Ridu's advice, not sleep at night, and stared wide-eyed to see what those Central Plains wizards were doing.

Last night, Xiao Twelve's eyes widened, he didn't close his eyes all night, faintly, a gust of wind blew, he seemed to see a black shadow floating into the camp tent, rubbing his eyes, the black shadow didn't seem to appear at all.

"Maybe I'm dazzled!" Xiao Twelve thought secretly, rubbing his cheeks vigorously.

It's not that he was dazzled, Yelu Ridui died, and there was no wound on his body, and when Yelu Ridu's body was carried out of the camp, Xiao Twelve was so shocked that he couldn't open his mouth.

He was not the only one who did not sleep last night, but on the contrary, Jerod Sunset, who spoke so divinely, slept soundly, so that his soul was taken away by the ghost in his sleep, and he could never come back.

Although he was instructed not to talk nonsense, Xiao Twelve still quietly asked a few other robes who didn't close their eyes last night: "Last night...... Do you see anything? Like, Dark Shadow ......"

"You saw that too?" jumped up like a dog with its tail stepped on.

Xiao Twelve shuddered.

Of course, Yelu Mada knew in his heart that it was not a mysterious wizard who killed people, but a martial arts master with strong martial arts.

He had examined the corpses, and all of these soldiers had been killed by someone who had broken their hearts with heavy techniques, so there was no clue on the outside.

The two first-class masters who fought with him strengthened the protection of Jelu Mada, and if someone secretly assassinated him, it would be a big mess. As for the soldier, those two first-class masters don't think it's a big deal, how can there be immortals in the battlefield?

In order to calm the panicked military heart, Yelu Mada found a shaman and made a huge sacrifice in front of everyone, the sacrifice of the living, the bright red blood of the ten Central Plains men flowed on the sacrificial platform, and the lives of the ten Central Plains women turned into light smoke in the raging fire, and became the blood food of the gods.

Xiao Twelve's heart was put down, and the gods enjoyed the blood food offered by General Yelu, which should bless the Khitan warriors. Xiao Twelve didn't think that the gods of the Immortal Heaven would not be able to fight the evil wizards of the Central Plains, if that was the case, it should not be the iron hooves of the Khitan trampled on the land of the Central Plains, but the army of the Central Plains slaughtered into the vast grassland. I've heard of this kind of thing and it's happened many times before. Otherwise, the vast grassland will not be the turn of the Khitan people to call the shots, and the dark clouds of the Ashina family will still shroud the grassland.

However, Changshengtian abandoned Ashina, and let the Central Plains people wearing iron armor wash the Khitan people on the grassland with blood, and the glory of the Ashina family was like a cloud of smoke from the past, dissipating without a trace.

Xiao Twelve believes that Changshengtian will never abandon the great Khitan people again, as long as he persists for one more night to prove that Changshengtian is favored by the men of the grassland, then he can sleep beautifully.