The sky clouds were filled with water vapor, and the rain came and then took it back, continuing to brew in the clouds.

The sound of horse hooves in the field below vibrated, and the howling of wolves came one after another.

The light of the flames burned violently, reflecting the horses galloping past. The sword light cut through the tent sewn by the fur. The screams of women and children came from inside. The figures of horsemen were pulling their bows and arrows, the arrows flew over, and the figures of running fell down.

The riding shadows continued to interweave and divide this tribe of hundreds of people as the sound of the wolf. The barbaric voice was roaring, and Gao Sheng kept adjusting and correcting the formation in the team. Such a scene made his blood burst out. Once upon a time, the Yellow Turbans that dominated the world of the Han family could not be as confident as this.

He looked at the grass slope behind him, and the figure standing on a horse under the blue-gray sky for a moment, turned and raised his sword, showing a ferocious and ferocious look like a wolf.

The intertwined torrent galloped on horse hooves, and the Huns wielding the blades of the spear were divided into several small circles. Under the huge flames, blood poured on the ground, the bodies spread out, their bare feet, and their feet wearing leather tubes were running back and forth. The horse thief riding skillfully put his bow, and with a whoosh, the arrows turned over a body waving a weapon.

In the dazzling light of the fire, the man's body fell down, the old man fell down, and then the woman's...the child's...the tent also collapsed in the fire.

The wolf rider tore the tribe apart and ate them.

"Everyone immediately let the war horses rest, clean the battlefield, and recycle the arrows..." Gao Sheng walked on the Shura field and issued the orders, and the soil under his feet were stepping on bloody footprints.

The tall black war horse slowly walked into the place with its hooves. The horse's hooves stopped and fell into the already soft soil and squeezed out the dark red liquid.

"The eighth one?" Gongsun Zhi looked at the corpse spreading on the ground, narrowed his eyes, and reached out to take out a short bow from the back of the horse.

Gao Sheng stood there and compared his fingers: "It's the ninth...it's probably the eight or nine hundred Huns who killed about eight or nine hundred..."

He cracked his mouth and said the number with a smile. In his vision, the figure on the war horse had already pulled the bowstring. In the pile of corpses, a Hun woman who had her arm cut off and had not died. She groaned and struggled to sit up. The arrow was nailed to her chest, and she died.

After the short bow was inserted back into the sleeve, Gongsun Zhi got off the horse's back and handed the horse to his personal guards. He walked with Gao Sheng and said, "Let the rescued Han slaves take care of the cattle and sheep and go back toward the direction of the Qiushui. If anyone can fight among them, send a horse and a bow to follow us."

The burning tent was poured out and the fire was stormed with black smoke. The two of them walked through here and went outside. A bonfire had already risen. Some horse thieves and rescued Han slaves sat around and ate jerky meat. Seven or eight iron pots found from the Huns were boiling horse meat. The aroma of the broth made everyone who had been fighting for a long time feel salivation.

"... I rushed in just now, an old man pulled his bow and shot at me. Fortunately, the horse was quick, and rushed over and waved his knife and slashed. The old guy actually blocked it with his hands. When he met, his arm fell off..."

Next to the fire, several horse thieves used grass to wipe off the blood stains from the blade, bragging to the Han slaves who had just been rescued, and then laughing. Four or five Han slaves may have been here for many years, unclothed and thin. When they heard familiar language, their eyes were so red, their mouths opened slightly, and they closed them tightly. When they heard the laughter of others, they also laughed.

Looking at the direction where the laughter came, Gao Sheng frowned: "Chief, will they be too noisy..."

"Let them be happy once. Slaughtering nine tribes in succession is already the greatest limit. It is also good to relax at this moment."

Gongsun Zhi held his hands, gently caressed the plush in the wind, and sighed: "This time we took advantage of the Huns' offense to rob their homes. In fact, we offended the Han officials on the border. We also wanted to live in the gap between the two... neither side would make us stronger."

"The leader means that after the Huns robbery, they will fight back?"

Gongsun Zhi smiled and looked at the gray sky. A lonely snowflake floated down and fell on his face, cold.

"It's snowing..." he murmured.

....

In November, when the first snow on the grasslands began to fall, and this team of more than 200 people made the Huns want to eat their flesh and blood in a short time. On November 7, this few horse thieves crossed the grasslands and destroyed eighteen small tribes. They were executed without exception, regardless of men, women, elderly and children.

The bloody storm swept across the grassland hundreds of miles with the snowfall. When a group of about 500 Hun cavalry who came out of the news looked for this group of horse thieves, the other side directly attacked their tribe. When they came back, there were not many elderly and weak people in the tribe who could survive. Children, women, and a large number of cattle and sheep were also set fire to death by the other side.

The corpse covered the entire tribe.

For the grassland people, these are guarantees for spending winter. Everyone ran wildly on the field almost like crazy, searching for this group of horse thieves who were as cruel and cunning as wolves.

...

The Huns' flags were floating in the wind and snow.

The new Shanyu Xubu Guduhou of the Southern Xiongnu listened to the information coming from all directions. He initiated this disaster. There was even the death of Qiangqu, and there was also his shadow. The disaster allowed his people to spend this winter peacefully in order to win over more people's hearts and stabilize their status.

To take charge of the overall situation, he moved the camp to a border close to the Han Dynasty to inspire morale. However, compared with the sick emperor of the Han Dynasty, he was at the age of a strong and prosperous life. As long as the grassland tribes survived for a few years, he would have the power to compete with the Han Dynasty.

In the Chanyu tent, Xubu Guduhou, who had a big beard and majestic eyes, listened to the news conveyed from all directions and nodded with satisfaction. However, when the scout said that the recent news of the uneasy on the grassland, a horse thief killed more than 20 small tribes, the superior Chanyu frowned and waved his hand, not angry.

"A little horse thief asked the people below to encircle and suppress it." His voice was hoarse and low, "..... It has snowed all day for several days, and it is almost time to withdraw the troops. I am a little frustrated when I stay here."

He got up from the fur cushion and recruited several followers to get on the war horses. He went to hunt nearby. The confidant guard came up and advised: "Great Shanyu, bring more people, after all, this is too close to the border of the Han people."

Xubu Guduhou didn't care about such words. As there were too many people, he had no intention of hunting. He only took four or five knights away. Half an hour later, they met a lonely wolf.

"Hahaha... there's just a wolf blanket missing." Xubu Guduhou chased after him with a horse's belly, took a bow and shot an arrow, but the wolf hid in it.

The blue-gray wolf shook his ears, turned around and ran away.

A little further east, a team of more than 300 people was resting in a forest under a hill. Gongsun Zhi led more than ten people to teach them to segment the sound of wolf throats. Under what circumstances was the attack and when was the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the person being surrounded. Most of these people were newly joined Han slaves. After more than ten days of killing, the people had changed a lot, not as timid as before.

Papa... The wolf's palm ran on the withered grass.

A blue-gray figure ran into everyone's sight. Gongsun Zhi smiled with the wolf's throat: "It seems that he also attracted a lonely wolf..."

However, soon, his smile stopped, and five or six figures riding horses and shouting appeared from behind the grass hills, chasing the wolf and speeding towards them.

"... and a few Huns were attracted..." Gongsun Zhi stretched out his hand, and someone handed the bow and arrow.

On the other side, Xubu Guduhou slowed down and found more than ten figures in front of the forest opposite. When he frowned, he saw the other party pulling his bow and quickly turned around.

The arrow flew over and felt a pain behind him. He knew that he had been caught. He waved to the followers around him. Several Hun knights quickly blocked him from behind. The horse's hooves galloped, and then ran back to the grass hill and disappeared quickly.

Gongsun Zhi threw the bow to his subordinates, "I shot it crookedly and nailed it to my butt. It's a pity. It seems that the other party is still a nobleman."

The sun sets westward, and the sunlight has no temperature.

When they returned to the woods and told everyone about the previous incident, they caused a lot of laughter. However, what they, including Gongsun Zhi, didn't know was that the person he shot was the Shanyu of the Southern Xiongnu, and the other party also died of a recurrence in the second year.

Of course, these are already a story.
Chapter completed!