Chapter 171: Civil Strife

At this time, Mitu was most worried about the safety of Gengjiabao, this military camp was enough to accommodate thousands of soldiers and horses, if it was really as the Mongols said, they tried their best to sneak attack Gengjiabao, it would be a disaster, and Gengjiabao would definitely be unable to resist their attack. He carried ten thousand Mongolian households in his hand, his eyes flashed, he was not angry and arrogant, and he pressed towards the Mongolian guards who were blocking him step by step.

The Mongolian Wanhu was lifted in his hands, and he couldn't struggle for half a minute, but the pain in his broken arm was piercing, and he was almost dizzy. When he saw that the Mongolian guards lined up to block the way of Mitu, he was even more frightened in his heart, for fear that Mitu would kill him in anger, and immediately shouted loudly: "Retreat! Retreat! Let him go." ”

The Mongolian guards were originally frightened by Mitu, and when they saw that ten thousand households were captured, they were even more jealous, but at the same time, they were afraid of the strict military regulations and did not dare to let Mitu leave, so they gathered together and lined up a thick wall of people to block Mitu in front of Mitu. Now seeing that Mitu is approaching, he does not dare to attack under the order of the Mongolian Wanhu, so he has to look at me and I will see you retreat step by step.

For a while, the two sides advanced and retreated, holding each other tightly, and the atmosphere in the school field was so depressing that people felt that they were about to suffocate.

Suddenly, a Mongolian in the crowd flashed with a fierce light in his eyes, rushed out of the crowd, and slashed head-on with his sword, the blade flickered with strength, obviously a master.

Mi Tu snorted softly, and his pace remained unchanged at all, until the blade was close to half a foot, and suddenly the ape's arm was stretched, and he let go of the blade, hooked his five fingers, held the back of the knife, and then twisted and shaken.

The Mongol was still able to hold it, and the scimitar was immediately taken out of his hand, and he was immediately shocked, and he hurriedly withdrew, but there was still time to come, only to see a flash of cold light, blood splattering, and the throat had been cut off by a knife.

In the blink of an eye, a master was killed on the spot, and a group of Mongols watched in horror as Mi Tu retreated.

The Mongolian Wanhu was even more frightened and screamed: "You bastard, do you want to kill Lao Tzu? Lao Tzu will not let you go if he is a ghost! Najie, kill him for me! Kill this bastard of Hu Tingtu, Lao Tzu will be rewarded!"

Mitu was stunned in his heart, "I didn't expect this Mongolian to be two factions, it seems that there is a drama to watch." "I saw that the Mongols were soon divided into two factions, black and gray, guarding each other.

"Are you going to rebel?" asked a tall Mongol among the men in black in a deep voice towards the Mongols.

"You are the one who wants to rebel! Don't forget that I am the commander of this place! Prince Temududu left you behind to help me and protect me. In order to save his life, the Mongolian Wanhu Harsh Thorn immediately retorted sharply.

"Hehe......" suddenly sneered, staring at the thorn with wolf-like eyes, and said coldly: "The order left by the prince is to kill this person, but you want to let him go, and it is you who rebel." With that, he waved his hand and ordered the men in black gathered around him: "Kill him, and anyone who stands in his way will be killed." ”

Seeing that the Thorn Suddenly openly resisted herself, she didn't care about her own life or death, and immediately scolded: "You are a bastard, Lao Tzu will not let you go as a ghost! ”

Na Jie hesitated for a while, for him who was born as a slave, the commander of a thousand and five thousand households is indeed **, as the prince of Kutu'er, Pang Chen'er can indeed do it, but as soon as he thinks of the Temu Dudu behind him, he breaks out in a cold sweat, that is the red man next to the emperor today, a more amazing character than the prince of Kutu'er, in the entire Mengyuan Empire, he is like Zhongtian, and he definitely can't afford to offend, I'm afraid that as long as people snort in their nostrils, they can kill themselves.

Suddenly, Thorn Tu'er glanced at Na Jie coldly: "Na Jie, you help me kill the Han people in front of me today, and my prince Tiemu Dudu will ensure that you will be a ten thousand households." ”

"Wanhu!" Na Jie's heart suddenly chuckled, in the Mengyuan Empire, he was definitely called an aristocracy, the so-called "birds die for food, and people die for money." Najie's eyes immediately flashed with a fierce look, and he shouted to his subordinates: "Brothers, kill him! ”

There will be brave men under the heavy reward, and a group of gray-clothed Mongols immediately turned their heads and forced them to die.

Seeing that everyone rebelled, Harsh Thorn'er immediately turned ashen, his eyes were full of despair, and he scolded sharply: "Najie! you ungrateful thing can't die well......

"Shut up!" Mi Tu patted the scimitar in his hand on the head of the thorn and said, "It's useless for you to scream and cut your throat today, so it's better to take a ride with me." Now that he had become the core of the Mongols, if he wanted to deal with them as soon as possible, he had to deal with them first.

Suddenly, the thorn was startled, and secretly hated that the thorn had exposed himself, and he wanted to eat him alive immediately, but at this time, the thorn was in the hands of Mitu, and he didn't dare to send it to the door to touch the mold of Mitu, and immediately shouted loudly: "Everyone go up and kill him together, and the prince of Temu Dudu will have a heavy reward to protect you from a thousand households." ”

When the Mongols heard this, their eyes immediately turned red, Qianhu? This is something they never dreamed of, killing the person in front of them can get such a heavy reward, who does not work hard, immediately screamed and rushed towards Mitu, and immediately a sword light lit up, but it was also quite powerful.

Mi Tu frowned slightly, and then smiled, these Mongols really regard themselves as their ladder to advancement, so let's see if they have the life to take it. He walked lightly, stepped up to meet the rushing Mongolian guards, and with a wave of his right hand, a dazzling cold light flashed, followed by a "desolate and desolate" sound.

Mitu's scimitar had just been captured in the hands of the Mongol guards, but the ordinary material was like a divine blade at this time, and all the scimitars that came up were cut off from it like tofu. A group of Mongolians were immediately shocked, the cold light just now flashed, and at the same time, a strong wind hit the face like a sharp blade cutting the face, so that people were not frightened, and the arms of two people were cut off, and immediately let out the screams of the forest people. But this is a battle, how can they be distracted, not to mention that they are facing a misguided journey at this time, only at this moment, they saw a cold light sweep again, several heads flew up almost at the same time, blood spurted into the air, and the red immediately woke everyone up.

Unfortunately, it was too late, and his body suddenly flashed, like a fierce tiger rushing in, and he held a thorn in his left hand like a leaf in his hand, which did not affect his agility and speed in the slightest; (To be continued.) )