In the first year of Guangxi, August 30th, afternoon.

Under Guan Yu's command, Wang Fu's troops advanced for twelve consecutive days, running two thousand miles north through Fuyu and arriving in the northeast of Xianbei, Liaodong.

Standing on a hill, Wang Fu, with disheveled beard and hair covered in dirt, held a telescope and carefully observed the enemy situation in the south.

Not far below the mountain, a medium-sized Xianbei tribe is stationed.

Judging from the number of tents, the number of people is roughly two to three thousand, and the number of young people should be seven to eight hundred.

Considering that herding is a physical job, there will never be more than a hundred leader guards left behind.

Rush over now and you will win.

"Send the order, rest where you are, supplement your diet, and strictly prohibit fireworks!"

The messenger ran back, and the deputy general put down his telescope and asked Wang Fu.

"Wait until night? Why don't you go north?"

Wang Fu shook his head and said, "Didn't I say that they are the northernmost tribe in Xianbei, Liaodong?"

The deputy general reminded Wang Fu: "Those Fuyu people may not be reliable."

Wang Fu chuckled and said: "Never mind it, we'll ask about the situation in the north after we've surrounded him."

The deputy general thought for a moment and decided that he would kill early and late anyway, so it would not affect the overall situation.

"Surround Sanquenan?"

Wang Fu shook his head and said: "No, they are all around."

The life routine of the grassland nomadic tribes is very simple.

Grazing during the day and making humans at night. When they get together, they can better block the news.

The leader of the Xianbei tribe targeted by Wang Fu is named Pali Tuo, who is nearly fifty years old.

The hunchback man in Pali has been feeling restless recently, so he went to the witch doctor to interpret his dreams.

"The big horned snake in my dream always chases me north. What does it mean?"

The old witch doctor with red, black and green tattoos on his face grabbed a handful of grass seeds and threw them into the fire pit.

"Bang!"

A burst of blue smoke rose.

The old witch doctor carefully identified the changes and directions of the smoke, then looked at the Pali camel and said: "The wolf is old, and the God of the North Wind is calling him."

Parituo is very sad.

For hundreds of miles nearby, his tribe is the largest.

But among the various branches of Xianbei in Liaodong, the Parituo tribe is the weakest, otherwise it would not be driven to the northernmost wilderness.

The witch doctor vaguely reminded him that he was old and should abdicate in favor of others, but he hadn't lived enough yet.

Just when Pali Tuo turned around with a dark face, the witch doctor said coldly: "If you disobey God's will, you will be punished by God!"

Pali Tuo opened the door curtain and said to the bodyguard: "Keep an eye on him, no one is allowed to see him."

Returning to the leader's tent, he picked up the silver wine flask and took a swig.

The southerners’ roasted knives are really good!

The alpha wolf is old?

It feels like it wasn’t long after I took over my father’s position as leader. I am proficient in riding horses, archery, and grabbing sheep. How can I be old?

That shit witch doctor is so stupid!

Two young female slaves carried two large plates of greasy roast lamb into the tent and placed them on the cushions.

Eating the chopped mutton and drinking fine wine, Parituo felt that he could continue to serve his people for another ten years.

But, those words were like a thorn, piercing deeply into my heart.

Naturally, he thought of his eldest son Mo Ge.

Tall, strong, and skilled with bows and horses, the tribesmen affectionately call him Little-headed Man.

Moreover, he is more popular with girls than himself.

Speaking of girls, a girl who looked like a flower-like flower immediately appeared in Pali Tuo's mind, and his heart was filled with ripples.

"Go and ask the Lantu family to send their eldest daughter!"

Lantu Meng is a wealthy family member of the Parituo tribe, and the eldest daughter Lantu Duoduo is the flower of the tribe.

According to the tribe's tradition and the agreement between the two families, when Duo Duo becomes an adult next year, she will marry Mo Ge, a small-headed man.

Lan Tumeng didn't understand what happened. Why did the hunchback man suddenly summon his daughter?

Seeing Duoduo follow the leader's guards at a loss, he seemed to understand, and immediately flew straight to the direction where Mo Ge usually grazed.

In the central tent, Orchid Duoduo lowered his head and lay in front of the leader.

Pali camel used his right hand to lift the girl's chin with a meat-cutting knife.

She has white skin, bright eyes, and is as beautiful as a flower bud after the rain.

She is truly one of a hundred beauties!

He grabbed a piece of plump mutton with his left hand and stuffed it into the opponent's cherry mouth.

"Eat!"

Looking at the other party's lustful eyes, Lan Tuduoduo trembled and had to swallow as ordered.

Parituo picked up the flagon again, filled the silver cup, handed it to the other party and withdrew the sharp knife.

"Drink!"

Lan Tuduoduo held the cup with both hands and took a sip of strong wine. It was so spicy that she closed her eyes and coughed.

Seeing that the girl didn't want to drink, Pali hunched over, grabbed the girl's hair, held the girl's hand holding the wine glass with one hand, and poured it directly into her mouth.

"Woo...cough, cough..."

Half drunk and half poured, Lan Tuduoduo still drank at least two taels of spirits.

The alcohol takes effect quickly, and the girl's face is already rosy and dizzy.

Seeing Lan Tuduoduo's disheveled clothes, Parituo couldn't wait to grab the silver cup and put it aside, taking the beautiful girl into his arms...

Lan Tumeng had a premonition that something big was going to happen to the tribe, and it was definitely not a good thing. He found Mo Ge who was grazing and told the situation.

The twenty-two-year-old Mo Ge was no kid, and he immediately realized that the hat on his head had probably changed color.

Is the father crazy?

What exactly does he want to do?

Leaving the cattle and sheep behind, Mo Ge led his personal bodyguards and Lan Tumeng and headed straight for the leader's tent.

He came to the big tent anxiously, but was stopped by Parituo's guards.

However, in the tent, a woman's cry could be heard faintly.

Mo Ge immediately drew out his machete and prepared to kill. Lan Tu was worried that Mo Ge would miss, so he simply pushed the two guards away.

The little-headed man with red eyes rushed in with a knife.

After seeing the scene in the tent clearly, Mo Ge's eyes were about to burst, and his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were bleeding everywhere.

The father and his beloved fiancée, actually, actually...

Lan Tuduoduo, who was in grief, saw her fiancé and cried out with tears in her eyes: "Save me, Mo Ge, save me..."

Parituo smiled and said: "Little beauty, you are my woman, no one can save you!"

Lantu Duoduo screamed miserably: "Ahhh...!"

The blood and soul in his body were ignited, and Mo Ge exploded!

He jumped forward and struck down with his sword.

Why don't you kill this old bastard and keep it for the New Year?

However, Pali Tuo had already planned it. He rolled to the side and shouted at the same time: "Here comes someone!"

Before he finished speaking, five or six soldiers came out of the back tent, holding swords and shields to closely protect the Pali camel.

The naked old man stood up laughing and said: "Moge, you committed a capital crime by assassinating the tribal leader! Come on, catch him!"

The guards blew the rallying horn.

Seeing this situation, how could Lan Tumeng not understand?

The leader was instigated by someone unknown and deliberately set up Mo Ge. He must be allowed to leave immediately.

He stepped forward and pulled Moge out of the tent.

"Go quickly!"
To be continued...