The half-moon bent in shame, the night wind whispered, and several birds were alarmed and ran to tell each other. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

On the vast meadow, a red horse suddenly appeared, a red ribbon on the forehead of the horseman fluttering in the wind, the black axe raised high, leaning over, and behind his back, tightly tied to the swaddling clothes, the Fu Rou in it seemed to be familiar with this kind of turbulence, groggy, as if sleeping not sleeping.

Behind him, five hundred iron horsemen followed the red map, and the soldiers raised their faces and swayed their swords and guns, swearing to kill the group of villains who bullied the grassland and turned their backs on the king of the north in front of them!

Suddenly, the torches lit up and the shouts shook the air!

The soldiers on duty in Xihe suddenly found that someone was going to raid the tent, and hurriedly rushed to the beacon tower, and in a moment the horn sounded for a long time! The long whining sound stirred the silent night, like crying and complaining, and could be heard within a radius of dozens of miles, which meant that the Xihe soldiers from all directions began to flock here......

In an instant, Ventu had already rushed into the enemy's tent area, and countless enemy soldiers woke up and attacked head-on with weapons in hand.

I have 500 heroes, why am I afraid of you garrisoning thousands of soldiers, long axes are angry, delicate babies sleep, the mighty spirit lasts forever, sweeping through thousands of mountains! You don't see ghosts and ghosts, but only Beishi goes forward, forgetting life and death, cold and warm and idle, looking at death as home, and roaring!

This is a war song, a grassland song composed for more people's lives, and the notes in it need to be depicted with blood!

Wentu wielded the battle axe, and the enemy soldiers fell in the wind, and the divine soldiers behind them were even more energetic, killing the enemy with all their strength, they knew that there was no way back in this battle, and in the distance, countless Xihe soldiers heard the sound of the horn and were coming.

Occasionally, Ventu heard his soldier shouting his name, which was someone who had been cut down by an enemy soldier.

A terrifying power swayed out of his abdomen, it was a desire, a desire to survive! Wentu gritted his teeth, and suddenly felt that the power in his body was extremely domineering and uncontrollable, and he suddenly felt that his throat was clogged, and he screamed wildly:

"Ahh

The hundreds of enemy soldiers around him suddenly heard a wild roar, which was deafening, like wild beasts, they froze in place, and when they woke up again, countless swords were waved over, and they fell down in an instant!

Wentu's eyes were red, and all the way forward, he had already seen Nishiki standing in the distance with a double hook in his hand, and when everything stopped, it was already a corpse streak, and the flesh and blood were miserable. Looking back, Wentu was overjoyed, his own soldiers were at least four hundred, and the enemy soldiers had fallen countless times.

Obviously, Nishiki stopped the soldiers from besieging him, because it would be useless to see the situation of the three thousand soldiers near the main tent.

"You're Wentu?" "You're Wentu?" Ximu didn't get on his horse, he walked forward contemptuously, lying down with an iron hook in each hand, without the slightest defensive look, except for the Northern King and Qiu Lin, Ximu had never been afraid of anyone, he wanted to kill Wentu, so that those behind him would collapse and capture.

"Exactly!" Wentu also jumped off the red horse, subconsciously touched Fu Rou's ear, made sure that he was holding the earmuffs tightly, and walked towards him with a long black axe in his right hand, this battle was not trivial, he died in battle, and the hundreds of warriors behind him had no chance of survival, and even the king of the north would be laughed at.

Ximu's face was pale, and he couldn't believe that this person dared to come to the expedition with such a handful of men and horses, wouldn't he be killing himself, but seeing Wentu's calm and calm look, the corners of his eyes couldn't help frowning, and he asked sharply: "The grassland has been stable for more than seven years, and there has never been a war, why did you suddenly fight?"

"Stability? Every year because of the appearance of summer grass, you fight for me, how can the dead soldiers be a hundred times behind me?

Ximu turned his double hook slightly, staring at Wentu with sharp eyes, and the night wind blew his black robe, which didn't look very fat. Hearing this, he suddenly burst out laughing, full of sarcasm and uneasiness, "There have been disputes in the grassland since ancient times, and it is inevitable that conflicts will arise in the northern soil, is it possible that your little Wentu wants to change the day?"

"No, I will use your head to pay tribute to the sun god, to the herdsmen who were innocently killed by you, and to make the southern frontier as strong as steel. Wentu didn't say whether it was or not, but responded under the pretext of Anbang Dingjiang, if the king of the north allowed it, he would definitely do it!

Nishiki's pupils shrank, and he gasped!

"Then the king will kill you first!"

There were nearly 10,000 troops coming behind him, and the young man in front of him was not afraid at all, and if he continued to talk about it, he was afraid of losing his morale, so he instantly raised his double hook and hit Wentu's head directly.

The scorching anger was still floating in Wentu's body, and he saw that this was a confrontation on the ground, and the long axe was by no means as good as a short hook, and his right hand loosened and turned, and he grabbed the handle of the axe upside down, stepped to the right, and suddenly smoothed the handle of the axe into the double hook of Ximu!

Ximu suddenly found that the handle of the long axe was passed into the double hook, and immediately leaned down to press the handle of the axe with the hook bend, and the hook turned to the side and went straight to Wentu, and the double hook instantly drew two sparks on the iron handle, and attacked Wentu along the long handle.

Seeing that the long axe was restrained, Wentu immediately broke the handle and sank, raised the axe to counter Nishiki's double hook, and his body jumped up, grabbed the root of the axe and probed down, stiffly stood up the tomahawk, and flew his feet to Nishiki's face.

Nishiki jerked off the double hook, leaned back, raised the iron hook, and slid forward with the bottom plate as the root, intending to smash Bunto's feet with the double hook!

"Drink!" Ventu twisted his body and took advantage of the situation to fall, and he raised his half-axe with his strength and slashed at the double hook......

One axe and two hooks, constantly touching sparks!

The two warriors hated each other, and neither dared to act rashly......

The hook is short, short and long, and the axe is long, weak and short. Wentu felt that he was extremely disadvantaged to fight like this, and the heavy iron axe could not use any strength, so he found a gap and jumped backwards, and once again held the long axe and swept over, never allowing Nishiki to come forward again, and the situation was reversed in an instant!

Ximu didn't dare to touch the long axe with a short hook, so he looked for an opportunity to spy forward, but the black axe was like a screen impenetrable, so he patiently looked for a flaw, and suddenly he found that Wentu used a move to split Tianyue, this was an opportunity!

It's Wentu's little trick again, at this time he has already put the axe on the ground, rotated his body and gave all the power to the soles of his feet and kicked Nishiki the back, and Nishiki, who was already leaning forward, staggered a few steps and fell to the ground with a "snap"!

When the enemy soldiers saw that King Fan had fallen, they immediately rushed over to protect the lord, but they knew that they were wrong, and they were terriblely wrong! At that moment, the crescent moon was covered by a dark cloud.

The soldier who was running in front had just crossed Nishiki's side, and the spear in his hand disappeared and stabbed into Nishiki's back heart, and Nishiki stared at the soldier in despair, dying hideously!

Wentu threw out the spear, lifted the black axe again, jumped on the treasure horse, and just wanted to say something, he found that he had to jump down, and whispered to the war horse: "Hongtu Ju, if I die in battle, you must return to Chen Ying'er and tell her that I can't stand her and I haven't completed the great cause!"

The red picture horse seemed to feel the sorrow of his master, and his four hooves kept stepping, restless.

Outside the tent, the black-pressed soldiers had surrounded the place! Moreover, there were still torches approaching in the distance......

And now, there is still an hour before Tianming Ulan arrives, and the soldiers led by Ulan are only a thousand, if she is completely annihilated, those people will only protect her to leave, which is what Wentu has told her to do, because once she leads her troops into the enemy formation, the nature of the whole thing will be reversed.

At this time, several leaders approached with their horses.

They stopped at ten zhang away, because Nishiki was killed, and they would never dare to move forward easily.

One person roared angrily: "Nan Wentu, you provoked trouble without authorization and killed my king, what kind of defense do you have before you die?"

Wentu threw the long axe on the ground, knowing that no matter how brave and good he was, he would not be able to escape the siege of ten thousand people, and at the same time ordered his warriors: "Put it in the weapon!"

The soldiers were puzzled and stared at Wentu in horror.

"We are all killed in battle for the King of the North today, and with the testimony of the Moon Lady, the King of the North will definitely come and retrieve our corpses one day!" Ventu shouted with his head held high, and a look of pity reached out to the "Moon Lady" in his mind. It is the pen and ink of a hundred and ten cities, the mouth of tens of millions of soldiers, sometimes the war is not only by weapons, just like Zhuge Ye empty city retreats ten thousand soldiers, this sentence indicates that the warriors around him are loyal to the king of the north, he is not only the king of the north to comprehend the corpse, I am afraid that more corpses will be killed......

When the soldiers heard this, they laid down their arms.

Wentu looked at the leaders again and asked, "Do you know who we are? Like you, we are all eagles on the grassland, we can be killed by you, and we will never resist, because we will never bear to kill the warriors again except for the sinful Ximu!"

Sure enough, several enemy generals looked at each other, and the warriors in front of them were captured, but they couldn't start, after all, they were warriors under the banner of the North King, if this was spread out, the old department of Xihe would kill the soldiers of the North King with bare hands, I am afraid that there would be no peace in Xihe!

"Warriors," cried Wentu, who had succeeded in his trick and then tried to give the hearts of the people, "think about it, is there anything wrong with being under the tent of the king of the north?"

"But if you kill our king, I will be invincible to you!" one of them suddenly screamed.

"In the vast northern land, only the sun god shines, and the great god is favoring the unrivaled North King, what are you waiting for, compared to the dead Ximu, the North King is not as good there?!"

"We are the Xihe tribe, and the same greatness is the Xihe people......" came again.

The soldiers of Xihe began to stir, and no one realized that the scheming Wentu had turned this conquest into a dispute between the North King and Ximu, and everyone knew that there was no one in the entire Northern Territory who could match the North King?

At this time, the encirclement of Xihe's soldiers was shrinking, and Wentu's men were gradually getting closer.

However, the atmosphere of scarcity is getting bleaker and bleaker!

Xihe people, northern soil, northern kings, the whole world, I'm afraid only Wentu can solve the puzzle......

In the camp tent in southern Xinjiang, Ulan Tuli had already boiled her eyes red, and wanted to lead the troops to kill her several times, but when she remembered Wentu's bitter persuasion, she still stopped, and she rushed out of the tent like crazy, and ordered loudly: "Quick, follow me to investigate......" Her heart no longer belonged to herself, jumping wildly, and reciting silently in her heart over and over again: Wentu, Rou'er, don't die!