Hakui thought that if she didn't shout, it would be okay to keep her life, but she felt a little hypocritical. Whether she shouted or not was going to die. Team C was exposed, and there was no other choice except killing people to silence. One side,

A teenager in his teenage waving his short knife, howling, and his eyes were red.

brush!

Hakui almost split the Mongolian boy from head to toe into two pieces, but was splattered with blood.

From time to time, shrill screams sounded, a human head rolled to his feet, a red face, with a cow tongue, and was very similar to Hakui's appearance, but Hakui didn't even look at it and kicked away.

I am from the Ming Dynasty, but not the same tribe as these Tartars. Hakui is twenty-five years old this year. He is a member of the North Yuan Concubine Namuzhong and the confidant of the North Yuan Khan Ezhe.

Moreover, Hakui was also a disciple of Kaiyuan Military Academy. He was one of the Mongolian teenagers who entered Kaiyuan with the Great Khan Ezhe. Influenced by Ezhe, Hakui always regarded himself as a wise man and wore the Ming Dynasty clothes to marry the Ming Dynasty's wife.

Everyone in the third team of C are loyal to the Ming Dynasty, which has a lot to do with the attitude of the Great Khan Ezhe. Ezhe has long been like the adopted son of the Great Governor Ma Cheng.

Late at night, camp.

More than ten boys less than ten years old were sitting on the ground, and Hakui stood by the bonfire, looking at the trembling boys with expressionless expression.

Hakui was displeased and shouted: "Why not kill!"

On one side, the two subordinates reported dissatisfiedly: "That martial will not be killed."

Hakui's thick body slightly sided, staring at a short and thirty-year-old Mongolian man.

The man was uncomfortable when he saw him and defended him: "There are still some boys, but they are just a few more unjust dead."

Hakui looked at him without saying a word, and then said coldly: "Since that's the case, stay, look at them, and deal with the bodies. I'll go to Hami."

The man moved his lips a few times but he couldn't bear it. He bowed his hand and said apologetically: "I'm ashamed, obey the order!"

Hakui didn't look at him, and ordered the tent to be cut down, burned them all, and put the horses, furs, and animals together. More than ten riders changed their blood clothes and drove the animals and horses to penetrate into Hami. Hakui felt very unhappy.

But he ordered all the horses to be replaced. Hakui knew why the old Tartars had just seen through it, because the high-quality war horses equipped by Team C were so eye-catching.

Well-trained war horses are different from those riding by herders.

The trained war horses are small steps to run, and ordinary horses are raising their legs high when they are frightened, and they will stumble when they are frightened. The postures and movements of these high-quality war horses fall into the eyes of experienced herdsmen, and there is no way to hide.

The old Tartar saw through it at a glance. Hakui held back his heart and left all the war horses in the camp, and ordered the generals to take more than ten war horses away with the boys.

"out!"

With a low shout, Team C changed into a puffed herding horse, drove the animals away from the upper reaches of the river overnight, held a torch, and headed towards Hami. Hakui was like a herder, waving a horse whip

Drive the war horses and land behind to protect the animals. The night darkened with the loud sound of horse whips.

Hakui pulled the reins and deliberately fell behind, saying in a deep voice: "Go back and clean up the Wu."

On one side, the two men were stunned at first, but they took the order without saying a word. They turned their horses back to the camp halfway inside and outside. It was a serious matter to treat traitors or disobey military orders in the Military Information Department, and most of them would lose their heads.

Hakui, who was not firm in his position like Nawu, could only silently think in his heart that he was sorry, brother, Team C could not tolerate such rebellion.

The two light cavalry who went back to silence the torch and walked slowly on the grassland.

The two of them were silent in the dark for a while before one of them sighed: "Wu, how could he be so confused?"

The other man was silent for a while and said softly: "Do you know if the Khan knew about this, how would the Khan deal with that martial arts?"

Silent and speechless, the clear voice said generously: "Do you know that this is the source of the Yellow River?"

The man was quite surprised and said suspiciously: "Is that so? I don't know."

The clear sound of the horse left, and it became more and more intense: "Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, flowing to the sea without returning!"

The two riders, one in front and one behind, were speeding up like arrows in the wilderness.

When the two of them rushed to the camp, they were shocked. The camp was surrounded by wolves. At night, groups of gray wolves squatted outside the camp, afraid that hundreds of horses were scared. The two of them were a little scared.

He comforted the horses and looked at them again, knowing that these hungry wolves must have been attracted by the smell of blood. The wolves were eyeing them, and the two hurriedly rode the horse away.

"God willing."

The two ran away from the horse and watched hundreds of hungry wolves with their tails surround a small camp. Both of them were Chahar people from horseback and knew the habits of wolves very well.

When the firewood in the camp was burned and the torches were extinguished, the wolves would rush to tear the martial arts apart and eat them all. After receiving the military order, the two of them were as heart-warming as iron and stone, watching from afar.

In the camp, the frightened hairs stood up. He waved the torch with one hand and tried to drive away the crowd of wolves eyeing him. However, he faced a few white-headed wolves alone, and he turned around and waved his knife to cut off the rope.

The boy is released.

"Light the torch!"

The trembling boys broke free from their shackles, looking for weapons, ignited torches, and grinned at the wolves. However, the wolves were not something that a group of boys under ten years old could scare away, and they were sandwiched in their tails.

Wandering outside the camp, refusing to leave.

"Disassemble the tent and burn it!"

Before he finished speaking, Na Wu let out a scream, and the torch in his hand fell to the ground. When he lowered his head, he saw the tip of the knife that was coming out of his chest. With a shocking scream, Na Wu slashed at the sneak attacker with a backhand, and the blade was slashing in the air.

Afterwards, a thin body rolled and was chopped over, and he didn't know how to live or die. With a shrill scream, several short figures rushed forward and killed the Wu Luan Knife.

The torches that fell on the ground were quickly extinguished, and a shrill howl of wolf sounded, hundreds of hungry wolves rushed into the camp with their tails exposed, revealing their fangs.

After dawn, in the wilderness.

The two riders watched the wolf pack occupy the camp from a distance, biting the broken corpse, and were silent for a moment before leaving.

In the early morning, the sun rises in the east.

The two cavalry returned to the team and handed over the military order. Hakui was silent for a moment and then said softly: "Report one to die in battle. That martial arts died in a fierce battle."

A little depressed morale was aroused, and someone whispered: "My mercy."

At the same time, Fushun.

Ezhe rushed into a yard in a hurry and said, "Sixth Brother, Sixth Brother, have you gotten up? I'll find you to practice gun technique!"

In the room, Ma Can and his wife were awakened. The wife of the county jun covered her face with a quilt and wrapped herself tightly in the quilt.

Ma Can was angry and scolded through the window: "Ezhe, wait, let's tell you how famous your brother is today!"
Chapter completed!