The Tang Dynasty was about to fight again, and no one felt panic, and no one felt afraid. Almost all the soldiers in the palace were eager to try, hoping to appear on the battlefield now, cut off the heads of the enemy chiefs, and defend the glory of the Tang Dynasty. Even the stolen child at the entrance of the village firmly believed that the Tang Dynasty was invincible.

Compared to the morale of the Tang Dynasty, Tuyuhun is fascinated.

Murong Fuyun felt powerless for the first time. Seeing the strong enemy approaching, he couldn't even get a decent army. Many tribes were angry because he wanted to drive away the monk and refused to send troops to fight with him. These birds came up with a chain reaction. Many tribes that didn't believe in Tathagata and planned to send troops to see, why do we send troops but you don't send troops? What if you steal my sheep while I was sending troops? So they didn't send troops.

When you see those tribes with monks in the headquarters, you don’t send troops? Then I can’t send troops either.

So, Murong Fuyun, who had already responded to the call, suddenly realized that there were not even one or two tribes that responded to his call.

In normal times, in order to maintain the majesty of his Khan, he had to personally lead his direct subordinates to fight and kill them. But now that the enemy is in front of him, he doesn't even dare to leave his nest, for fear that the Tang army will directly kill him and chase him into a stray dog.

What should I do? Let the monks stay here and ignore them?

How many spies are hidden here! Generally speaking, the advantage of the offensive side is to master strategic initiative, and the defense occupies the right place and people. So many spies are wandering under my nose, so how can I fight with confidence! They are said to be as solid as a defensive person when defending, but I am a sieve like a honeycomb!

Before Murong Fuyun could figure out what to do, something happened here. "Report~, it's bad, khan, our horse farm suddenly came out of nowhere and caught us off guard."

Murong Fuyun was drinking butter tea at this time. Hearing that, the bowl of hot butter tea was sprinkled on his chest without leaving a drop of it. He screamed, jumping and taking off his robe, and rubbing it with a silk scarf. He didn't care about the heartache and several big bubbles suddenly popped up on his chest, shouting: "What's going on?"

"Shan, then...that group of people is too bad. When we set off the horse, we got a large number of mares from somewhere. When those mares shouted at our stallions, our Qinghai Camp followed us. The brothers went to chase them. The three hundred people suddenly killed them and did not fight. They just kept setting off poisonous smoke to drive the horses. The delayed horses could not catch up with them. But Shan was relieved. Most of the more than 300 people died at the hands of our brothers, and only a few less than twenty escaped."

"How many horses have escaped?"

"The best Qinghai inspection, two...two thousand horses."

Murong Fuyun was so angry that he slapped his mouth and slapped it up: "More than 10,000 Xianbei men on the horse farm! More than 10,000! I was stunned by the 300 people rushing out, and 20,000 BMW horses were stolen by others! How dare you call Ben Khan to rest assured? Do you know what it means to rise and fall? These running war horses will soon carry the knights of the Tang Dynasty to flatten our homeland! Bullying our children! Are you all shit eating!"

He was not satisfied with the slap in the face. In a hurry, Murong Fuyun pulled out a burning wooden strip from the bottom of the big pot of butter tea in his big tent, and swung it around the face of the person who reported the news. With just a few strokes, a great Xianbei man was disfigured.

"Ah! Twenty thousand horses! Twenty thousand horses are in Qinghai! It hurts so much! It hurts so much!!"

While crying, Murong Fuyun also punched his fist twice in the chest to vent his grief and anger. As a result, he forgot that his chest had just been scalded by butter tea. This smash not only did not express his emotions, but also smashed the pus in the blister. Therefore, he not only felt heart-wrenching, but also felt pain in his flesh.

"Where are you living, have you left a living? How many of them are there in Tuyuhun? The horse who steals my khan today will touch my khan's tent tomorrow and will it be assassinated my khan!"

"This... the young people are incompetent and do not leave any living mouths. Those spies all swallowed their swords and committed suicide after being caught. I don't know how they trained. The Tang people bit the blade in their mouths. After being caught, they died after they swallowed and had no time to stop them.

Murong Fuyun was almost mad and cursed: "Bastard! They are all dead Tangren. Why are you trash still alive? Why are you still alive? Ah? Die for me!"

After saying that, Murong Fuyun seemed to be crazy, grabbed the man's hair and hit the ground hard. The man wanted to struggle, but couldn't break free. He had to kill himself on the ground one by one, with blood and brain plasma all over the ground. Murong Fuyun's hands were dyed red and white, and then he stopped and gasped.

It has been too long since he killed someone with his own hands. He needs to drink blood with tyranny to give himself courage. It has to be said that Tangren's cunning and bravery scared him.

Such a destructive move was naturally made by Qin Hao. The trick originally created by Li Guangbi naturally became his creativity, but it was a pity that more than 200 spies who sacrificed their lives to complete the task.

Among these people, only less than thirty were flying cavalry from the palace, and the rest were all gangsters from the original Qing Gang.

To be honest, how many people here just wanted to make a living when they joined Fengyan Yamen, Qin Hao didn't know, let alone what gave them such great courage to fight against the crowd, swallowing the sharp blade alive and letting it pass through their throats and trachea.

Qin Hao couldn't even call their names, but they were willing to die for Qin Hao's order. When 20,000 Qinghai horses were sent to the West Sea, even a man like Duan Zhixuan couldn't help but feel sad.

Of course, they will not die in vain. Qin Hao is very generous to his subordinates, especially for this task that is almost no different from actively dying. Their widow will receive the best care, and their parents and brothers will be assigned to the best land. Even after the descendants grow fourteen years old, they will unconditionally enter the flying cavalry of the Beiya. After rigorous training, the best of them will be selected to enter the white cavalry and become the personal bodyguard of the saints.

Qin Hao didn't know how many of these sacrificed people were for the Tang Dynasty and how many were for the sake of the family to enjoy pensions, and he didn't want to know these. He only knew that the sacrifices of these people were for the prosperity and health of the people in the pass.
Chapter completed!