"Time flies in the beginning of September. After more than a thousand miles of water, the autumn wind blows across the yellowing grassland, and the black smoke rolls up the sky anxiously. Between the yellowing grass leaves, sticky blood drips down, moistening into the soil. The figures on the collapsed wooden railings ran in panic. The morning light rising from the sun reflected the pale faces of the Xianbei people, and then fell down.

The screaming woman continued on the horse's back, and then she was thrown off the horse's back naked, leaving no sound. The figures of the Hun cavalry made a barbaric "huho" sound, pushing the flames over the Xianbei tribe and heading to the next target.

After half a month, after careful preparation, 15,000 cavalrymen went deep into the Xianbei area of ​​Liaoxi, a grassland that had not been inhabited by Han people and Huns for a long time. In this cool autumn, burning waves of fire were lit. Looking down on this land, there were tribes igniting fire everywhere. Nearly 10,000 Xianbei cavalrymen who had originally joined forces with more than a dozen tribes were hit head-on before they even walked dozens of miles. The revenge followed almost killed the people of the dozen tribes. The ignited beacon directly pulled the grasslands in western Liaoxi into the high temperature of the flames.

"Gongsun Zhi bullies me, Xianbei, so..."

"It's simply crazy... more than a thousand miles away, no one has left... crazy!!"

"I'm going to eat this person raw"

When Ke Bi Neng sat in the tent and cursed in a big tent, countless tribes were being driven by wolf cavalry, and the Xiongnu cavalry were even being broken up. The Xianbei cavalry that was dispersed occasionally appeared in his information. In other words, some people surrendered in the Xianbei... This is very bad news, which means that more people will be incorporated by the other party.

It was not just Ke Bineng who could learn the whole situation. The rest of the tribes of the Xianbei tribe in the central western Liaoning would have received news from other channels. The urgency of the war stimulated everyone's nerves. For the team that suddenly entered the grassland, it would be fine if it were only Han people, but most of them were Huns. For them, the grassland was no different from going home. The Xianbei people would, and these original grassland owners would naturally, and there would be no advantage.

Such fierce killing and advancement forced the Xianbei people in Liaoxi to gather in the Shanyu tent and constantly discuss. Some were nervous and could not even speak. Xianbei language sounded in the tent, which was difficult for people to understand, but the words were probably like this.

"... The White Wolf is trying to kill the Xianbei and kill them in one go."

"It's very strange that no one left behind, it's not like the style of the Han people. Even the Huns wouldn't make such a Jedi."

"Nothing was left behind. Some of them gathered up the surrendered tribe members and became their dogs!!"

"More than 10,000 people are not a lot. When Tan Shihuai's Great Shanyu broke into the Han territory and defeated 30,000 Han cavalry. Now our Xianbei still has enough cavalry to fight the other side back."

"You are right. The grassland is ours. What do outsiders want to do when they come here? They just want more things, beat them up and took Gongsun Zhi's head, and the grassland is still ours."

"Don't forget that there are still the Huns who are helping!"

"So what? They died together on the grassland and feed the wolf!"

"Don't talk about war, the other party began to gather the captives and surrender. Gongsun Zhi might be able to talk. Let's talk first. If we can't agree, we have almost prepared. We can try fighting again."

The flames were burning, dozens of figures surrounded the brazier in the tent, and the noise continued. The bonfire outside was paved in a scattered manner in the tribe. The dancers dancing around the fire in the lively fire, with agility and strength rubbed on their bodies. In the middle, the priest held a livestock's head high and muttered words. This was a prayer.

Among the dancing figures, the tall body was tall and the bulging muscles pushed the fur up. The loftnu walked past this side, strode towards the Chanyu tent over there, lifted the curtain, and the quarrel made the gaze of the first person in the middle turn impatiently, just looking over: "You are here just right, and the Lords can't discuss a decision. I want to hear what you mean, fight or talk?"

After the Suonu greeted the tribe leaders, he did it on the side. Since he was released that day, he had been confused and finally had a smile: "Shanyu... There is good news. The tribe below has a warrior confronted Gongsun Zhi's scattered cavalry, and accidentally captured a Han man with a seemingly large status. When I came back, I had someone take him back to guard him. I might start with this person when I talked with Gongsun Zhi."

"Where can't be reached?" The figure leaned forward and his voice calmed down.

Suo Nu was stunned for a moment and shook his head: "I can't reach an agreement... I can only fight for my life."

The tent became quiet and when everyone's eyes gathered, Ke Bi Neng nodded.

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The night wind whistled occasionally, rolled up a corner of the curtain. Dian Wei, who was guarding the tent, took a sip of wine and handed it to Li Ke who was wandering around the world with a mace next to him. The latter shook his head and continued to look at the darkness. The smell of burnt smell floated in the air.

In the big tent behind him, the leaders of the soldiers and horses gathered to discuss also dispersed, leaving only Gongsun Zhi and Li Ru, under the oil lamp, the thin scholar pointed his fingers by the bowl.

"... The medicine has been put down. It depends on when the Suo Nu will take this medicine. We will burn, kill and rob the grassland. The Xianbei people are already in a hurry. If we really want to continue the battle, the soldiers will not be able to bear the physical strength. In the past half a month, a small number of the Heishan cavalry have become unacceptable. We will strive to decide the outcome in one battle before the winter."

"It is hard to say that the outcome is decided. It is airtight everywhere on the grassland. If Ke Bi can be determined to run, it will be too difficult for him to catch up with him."

Gongsun Zhi poured a bowl of wine and handed it over: "...The pioneer drove away the cold, I am just worried about the brother who made the medicine, and I hope I can come back with my life."

Here, the scholar took the wine bowl: "It is normal for the leader to worry that his brothers are, but there will be sacrifices to accomplish great things." He sipped a gentle sip and put it down: "But, Confucians can guarantee that people will die."

"Well... come, drink another bowl." The tall figure closed his eyes, picked up the wine bowl and sprinkled it on the ground slowly, "For that brother."

"Drinking!"

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The strong wind blew across the tribe, the big flags, the tents swelled up, and the screams of people came out from inside.

The whip was sucked in the air, and every time it went down, tiny flesh and blood would fly up. The man on the wooden rack was in his thirties, gritting his teeth and screaming in a low voice, but he didn't beg for mercy. The fur coat on his body was whipped into strips, and the most ferocious whip knocked the person fainted.

Then, a basin of cold water pounced on his face, and the man woke up again, biting his lips that had its tip of his tongue, and blood dripped down. He raised his head tremblingly. In the dim light, someone came in outside the tent.

"Gongsun Zhi's behavior... tell me." Kebi could wave his hand and make people stop whipping, and slowly walked over with his hands behind his back: "The whipping tastes bad and it is not easy to die... Just tell me what you want to know, and you will not have to suffer any sin in the second half of your life, and you will be comfortable in the Xianbei."

The crappy Chinese was talking, and the saliva mixed with blood sprayed on his face. The man on the wooden frame grinned and smiled hard: "Your woman is too rough... she has too big bones... I feel uncomfortable riding."

"This Han man's mouth is so hard, I think he is a deathful man, and I think he is a death-death man to help him!" Ke Bi Neng's tone was plain, but he was full of anger. When he waved his hand, the Suo Nu next to him blocked him in the middle and said anxiously: "Shanyu, you can't kill him. Gongsun Zhi had the Xiongnu as a guide and ran rampant on the grassland. Killing this Han man would be equivalent to sending more of us to the other party's butcher's knife. We have few Xianbei people and can't afford to die!!"

"Shut up" the originally peaceful figure suddenly shouted, turned his head, and slapped the other person in the face, "Gongsun Zhi insulted my royal court and killed my people again. How can I stop doing this? Are you asking me to talk to a wild wolf in a low voice? So what if I kill him alone?!"

"But……"

"No, but! Unless I die, it's not your turn to do it here." The hysterical figure seemed to be touched by the bottom line, turned around and drew his sword, slashed it down.

On the wooden stand, the high head hanged down, and blood pounced on the faces of people nearby.

"Twist his body to the wilderness to feed the wolf!" Kebi Neng threw the knife to the ground, turned around and strode away.

Suo Nu covered his red face and looked at the dead Han prisoner over there. Others came to call him, but he ignored him. Then he stared at the blood-stained blade on the ground.
Chapter completed!