Northwest grassland, cloudy day.

A tent made of fur was staggered into irregular circles. It was a tribe or family of a hundred people. Under the gloomy sky, the herdsmen came and went, and some drove cattle and sheep back to the pen, making noise. It was probably raining. A Hun woman got out of the tent and shouted a few words to the two Xiongnu children who were playing. Soon, the two children happily led the horses and skillfully flipped over and ran outside.

The figure riding a horse happily moved forward and walked for a while. In the distance, there was a flock of white sheep in the distance. Occasionally, the head of the sheep chewing grass in its mouth was raised and looked forward. A Hun man waving a whip slowly rode his horse, shouting and driving away the fallen animals.

Hearing the sound of horse hooves, he looked over, his wrinkled face spread out and rode a horse to meet him.

"Is my little Leji here to see if I'm back?"

Among the two horsemen, one of the Hun girls smiled brightly, nodded, and pointed to the sky: "It's raining soon, Abang let us come and see...well...what sound..."

The Hun men were their fathers.

At this time, when he heard his daughter's doubts, he frowned and listened. Another half-large boy on the back of the horse pointed behind his father, and more than a hundred figures were spreading across the grass slope in that direction.

"who are they?"

Suddenly, a wolf howl roared over there, and a series of swords raised towards the sky. The war horse slowly stepped on it, and then spread with a loud rumbling sound. The Hun man hurriedly took out the bow and arrow and shouted loudly: "Run!" This was to pull the bow and aim at the enemy rushing down there.

Whoosh-

Arrows fly in the sky.

Coming from the other direction, he was nailed to the neck of the Hun man, blood splattered. Before the bow and arrow in his hand had been shot out, the body had fallen from the horse's back and fell on the grass. On the side, the black horse, wearing a cloak, led more than a hundred other people to speed down from the other grass slope. He looked at the two Hun children who were running on horseback, raised his arms, clenched his palms hard as a fist. The personal guards and horse thieves who followed him blew the wolf's throat tied to his neck.

In front, two Hun children riding horses were galloping on their lips and fearfully. Behind them, a woo... whimpering sound of woo... whimpering... the boy turned around in surprise. In his sight, a war horse rushed towards him, and the blade slashed.

His pupils tightened in an instant, and then his gaze was thrown high. The mud and dust rolled up from below the horse's heads.

With a tender head, he flew into the sky. The headless corpse ran away on the horse's back with blood. He fell down. The head fell down and was caught by a horse thief and raised it over his head and waved it, calling out: "Haa!"

The horse's hooves approached like thunder.

Someone heard the movement around the tribal tent. When he was lying on the ground and listening, the Hun girl waved her arms and rode a horse and shouted something in the distance, and rushed over in a hurry.

Someone behind him pulled the bow, and the string sounded buzzing.

puff--

A feather arrow was nailed to the girl's back, and her face was still filled with fear. She pounced on the horse with a muffled sound. Her young body was twisted under the horse's hooves for a moment. The entire Hun camp became noisy and chaotic. The girl's mother rushed forward with a cry of "Wow!" to snatch the child's body. The old man in the clan, the young and strong, roared into the tent and took out the spear and bow.

The next second, the horse's hooves stepped into the camp, advanced at high speed, waved the blade, and the bloodline flew. The Hun woman holding the girl's body fell down, and was covered in blood and blood by countless horse's hooves.

An old man rushed out of the tent with a spear and shouted "Wow!" and stabbed into the chest of the war horse that was hit. The horse neighed with a shrill sound. The front limbs of the war horse were bent and pressed against the thin and old figure. The horse's body slid on the ground with inertia, dragging out half a foot of blood, leaving only a pair of dark and thin feet exposed outside.

The falling horse thief grinned and wanted to get up. The young and strong Huns rushed around him and slashed. From the black war horse in front, one of them poked out a scimitar and pulled it upwards towards the Huns holding the knife.

The broken limbs and plasma poured onto the face of the horse thief lying on the ground. Then, he got up, picked up the weapon and roared fiercely, rushed over to the figure holding the broken arm and screaming. He waved the knife to the other party's chest, and then kicked out again.

In the chaos, the figure riding a horse lit a torch and threw it on the tent. The flames rose for a moment, and the thick smoke rolled into the sky with the wind. A small part of the tribe had fallen into the sea of ​​fire, and the fired bodies were running around, making heart-wrenching screams. It was not that there were no Huns who resisted, but most of them participated in the disaster, and there were too few left.

Not long after, the resistance gradually stopped. The undead and injured were gathered together, and they looked at the crowd of horse thieves tremblingly.

Step by step...

The sound of horse hooves stopped in front of dozens of Xiongnu prisoners. Gongsun Zhi looked down at them, and then summoned Gao Sheng, "Let the newly joined leave."

"Yes." The bald man nodded, carried the sword on his shoulder, turned around and shouted at the surroundings: "Whoever has no blood on his hands, come out immediately."

Dozens of New Horse thieves looked at each other in panic and walked out slowly.

Gongsun Zhi closed his eyes and "Kill them."

Swish swish swish swish... When the sword light was raised, the captured Huns opened their mouths and shouted, the sound became noisy, and they didn't know what to say, and then pushed the children around them out.

"What's the noise?!" Gao Sheng touched the big bald hair and expressed his doubts.

Next to him, a horse thief looked at several children who were pushed out and whispered: "Second leader, they are saying that the children are not yet taller than the wheels. According to the rules of the grassland, they are not considered warriors. I hope we can let these Hun children go."

Gao Sheng looked at the dark and hatred-looking little faces shrank into the adult's arms, hesitated, looking at Gongsun Zhi, a drop of rain fell from the sky, and the figure on Zhanma was originally closed and opened. After a moment, the cloak lit up and the voice blew.

"kill!"

The blades were raised, and the dozens of horse thieves laughed hideously, or rushed up with their eyes closed and raised their swords to chop them up. The cold blade fell down, bringing up large pieces of flesh and blood. Someone subconsciously reached out to block them. In a blink of an eye, his arms flew up, and the crying and screams gathered together. The upper body of the horse thief, who was waving the blades frantically, was covered with blood, and the plasma seeped through the soil from their feet and flowed outside.

The rain fell down, and the surrounding prisoners had no sound.

Gongsun Zhi rode his horse and walked a few steps, looked at the ferocious horse thieves with blood on his face, raised his hand and waved: "Some of you are soft-hearted, I understand, I am soft-hearted, but don't forget that your relatives, neighbors, and there are also old people and children among them, but have the Huns let them go? Are the Huns soft-hearted?"

"The leader is right!" Someone opened his mouth under the blood and showed his white teeth. He reached out and slapped himself. Tears mixed with blood flowed down. "I just felt soft-hearted and forgot how my sister was killed by the Huns..."

As he said that, he slapped another shot.

Some people slapped themselves, and then there were slaps in the face, and some even cried. Gongsun Zhi raised his hand to let them stop, "So, I want the Huns to know that there are also wolves among the Han people! It is even more cruel."

"Yes!" Everyone yelled and responded.

He waved his hand and said, "Go to the next Hun tribe."

The wolf howls sounded.
Chapter completed!