The grass grows in spring, and the horse's hooves are anxious.

Under the bright moonlight, Helan Changchun was galloping on horseback, with more than a thousand tribal elites following closely behind. From time to time, someone wielded the horse whip and shouted happily in the crisp sound of the whip.

This little black king wearing a black dress and a white wolf tail plastered with his forehead was tall and vigorous, with perfect lines all over his body, like a wolf king running under the starlight, emitting an elegant and dangerous atmosphere.

In the distance that he could see, countless bonfires were guiding the direction.

A figure flashed away on the hills not far from both sides. It was one of the most back secret whistles in the tribal camp.

The horse team quickly stopped five hundred feet away from the camp. Unlike the spirits on the road, thousands of people were extremely silent at this moment, restricting the horses to stop in place.

Such a close distance can be easily crossed for the erratic and swift cavalry.

Helan Changchun ran to the camp alone and met with the hundred light cavalry who were greeting him.

"Helan Changchun, what are you doing when you are fooling around with the witches all day long and you still worship the Zhou people as your teacher?"

Leading a hundred light cavalry was an equally young Di nobleman. He had a bald head, a fat body, and a face full of flesh, but unexpectedly very agile.

His robe and adornment were much more luxurious than Helan Changchun. From a distance, it looked extremely colorful and eye-catching. Although the white beast teeth worn on his thick neck were common among the Di people, large pieces of animal bones were polished into many wine glasses of the same size. The outer wall of the bone cup was covered with gold powder and worn with gold chains, which was extremely noble.

"Helan Jinzhan, I am also the son of my father, and I am still the leader of the same department. He invites the leaders of each department, why can't I come?"

The roar on the outside had already passed the news back. Helan Jinzhan asked knowingly, but he brought people out, which was originally for Helan Changchun.

He glanced at the thousand-person cavalry team not far behind Helan Changchun, and the fat young man raised his whip and asked, "There are less than 2,000 elite soldiers in your tribe, why did he bring so many people to a banquet?"

Helan Changchun smiled and said, "While I am not here, your tribes repeatedly invade the grasslands of our troops. If you don't bring more people, how can you teach you a profound lesson?"

The Helan Jinzhang laughed loudly, and the laughter was harsh, like a jackal and an owl, and it never stopped for a long time.

He smiled for a while, then suddenly raised his face and said, "This joke is not funny at all."

After saying that, Helan Jinzhang turned his horse's head and left Helan Changchun with a fat and greasy back of his head: "Follow me, my father wants to see you, and ask your subordinates to go away, so don't get in the eyes of the heads."

Helan Changchun rode a horse and followed Helan Jinzhan straight into the center of the camp.

In front of the big tent, the two of them got off the horse and entered the tent, and what they saw was a luxurious scene.

A group of enchanting dancers covered their bodies with a thin gauze, twisting their slender and seductive dynamic waists. The rippling curves like water waves made people feel itchy.

The heads of each tribe have taken off their expensive and beautiful leather robes, waved golden wine glasses in their hands, and let the grapes and wine fall on the naked body of the girl in their arms, and unconsciously laughing and making noise when they are drunk.

A tall and spacious seat is placed directly north, wrapped in a whole snow bear skin, with the bear's head on the backrest, just enough to lean a person's neck on it.

An old man with a messy beard in the seat was drinking. Two naked and beautiful women knelt on the snow wolf skin carpet in front of the seat, and their delicate and fair skin and the white fur under them were complemented by each other.

The old man had barefoots and his huge soles stepped on the backs of the two female slaves.

His rough and cracked toes rub back and forth on the female slave's smooth and tender back, which stimulated the two female slaves' skin to have goose bumps, but they bit their red lips tightly, not daring to make a sound.

Some young men looked straight and praised the prince for his real enjoyment.

The old man laughed and said proudly: "I heard that there was a high-ranking official among the people of Zhou in the Central Plains. It is said that he is equivalent to the elder under Brother Khan's tent. Every day he sleeps, he has to put his feet in the arms of the beauty. He sleeps warmly and sweetly. Now, when he tries, it feels good to use the beauty's back as a footstool!"

He looked up at the two people who had entered the tent, and the smile on his face faded: "Jinzhan, you are the legitimate son, how can you run out to greet your minister?"

Without waiting for Helan Jinzhan to answer, Helan Changchun had already laughed first and said, "Why did your father forget? You are the concubine's son. Even if you are not inferior to Helan Khan at all, you can only be inferior to him."

The tent was completely quiet, the old man's face was gone, but the sound of bone fractures came from the female slave under his feet.

One of the female slaves fell to the carpet in response, and the blood from the mouth and nose stained the snow wolf's fur red.

Another female slave screamed in fear, and then a scimitar suddenly appeared cut across her pink neck, giving her a sharp knife.

The head rolled onto the carpet, and his eyes filled with fear could not close.

"Helan Jinzhan, how many people did this brave brother beside you bring?"

Helan Jindeng's face shook with flesh, and a bloodthirsty smile appeared: "There is only one thousand-person team, and it should have been surrounded by Lao Dongran's ten-person team, and it is only a matter of being slaughtered."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sound of fighting outside the camp, with bowstrings and horse hooves as thunder.

Helan Changchun smiled calmly: "My brother and my father are very kind. If the adults in the Khan tent heard it, they would definitely appreciate it."

The old man waved his hand: "Shan tent? Can the Qilian tent and the Bohai tent recognize the name of Helan Khan? The child supported by Marshal Blue Eye is the real bloodline of Di Han! The Khan of the Helan surname is really a joke!"

Helan Jinzhan smiled grimly and said, "The king's tent has been afraid of our Nanyuan for a day or two, but he has never dared to move. He is not afraid of his father's raising an army. I told my father that there are many tribes that support you, Helan Changchun, but don't ask our Nanyuan to repeat the mistakes of the king's tent."

Helan Changchun sighed: "Since I know that there are many tribes that I love, I should be more cautious. How can a team of ten thousand people be enough? I should transfer three or five to avoid accidents."

When he said this, the sound of horse hooves outside the camp became closer and closer, and it seemed that a large group of people rushed towards him. Several felt tents on the edge of the camp had been ignited by rockets.

Helan Jinzhan was furious and furious: "It's Old Dongran? How dare he? His two sons were sent to be protons in advance?"

The old man slapped Helan Jinzang's fat face: "Silly thing, why don't Lao Dongran send his snow sculptures too? If his son is gone, he can be reborn. Who doesn't know that Lao Dongran cares about his sculptures the most?"

The slap was so heavy that Helan Jinzhan felt himself flying.

"When did the father's hand strength become so strong?"

While thinking this, he reached out to cover his face that must have been swollen, and was about to open his mouth to defend himself.

But for some reason, Helan Jinzhan couldn't feel the existence of his hands. He quickly looked down in confusion and happened to see Helan Changchun's hands forming claws, tearing a very familiar headless corpse into two halves.

Blood splattered everywhere, applied to the snow-white carpet, and fell on the pink backs of the two dead girls, leaving very beautiful spots.

He even saw the cruel and ruthless father roaring loudly with a scimitar, and the guards in the tent rushed towards Helan Changchun, wanting to kill him by knife to death.

After that, his bald head rolled on the snow wolf skin carpet, and he snuggled intimately with the head of the owl-woman slave.
Chapter completed!