Thin mist covers the foothills, and the Wuhuan Shanyu tribe in the majestic and continuous Bailang Mountain seemed to be depressed and dull. Near a mountain stream that seemed to have been split, in front of a thatched hut built by the mountains and grass, a lit bonfire burned to disperse the mist. Several other people rushed to block the house, blocking a man in a burly and covered with animal skin. Occasionally, patrol figures walking with weapons in the mist nearby, and footsteps came clearly.

"Get out of here, I want to see Lou Ban, he is Shanyu! What's the point of hiding here!!"

The muscles and swollen arms pushed several people in front of him, and their voices were hoarse and rough. The Wuhuan soldiers blocked him were tilted and tilted. The figures passing by the hut were named Gu Jin. He was in his thirties and had extraordinary courage, but his temperament was relatively unruly. When he walked, the dead branches broke at his feet, making a crackling sound.

He fell one person and took two more steps.

"Lu Ban, you are the Chanyu of Wuhuan. Then Tadun is just a housekeeper for you. Now that you have grown up, you should take back the tribe and take over the three kings... Do you know that a few days ago, Tadun summoned the other tribes to fight against the Han people. Bailang Mountain is empty, and it is a good time to get it back."

The room was still quiet, and there was no voice to respond.

After a while, his sturdy figure suddenly cursed: "How could Qiu Liju Shanyu give birth to a son as weak as a lamb? Tadun is going to replace you, you are still here, and the ugliest women in the tribe will look down on you."

He stared at the closed door and turned away. At this moment, a slight sound of the door opening came from behind him. A young man, who was seventeen or eighteen years old, stood at the door.

"I know you... your name is Gu Jin. A small tribe head under my father back then. You are rebellious and rude, so Tadun never needs you. You also have ambitions to be the King of Wuhuan in a group. At the same time, you are brave and good at fighting. Tadun buried you. I want to be brothers with you."

A young man named Lou Ban held a roll of bamboo slips from Han people and said with a smile: "...but you have to wait until Tadun loses, otherwise how can the other kings stand on my side?"

The steps ahead stopped, and the tall and burly figure turned around, with a smile on his rough and fierce face, then nodded, his fist hanging on his chest, "At any time, wait for the Shanyu to order."

As he walked slowly over, Lou Ban patted his shoulder and looked at the mountains and green fields in the distance.

"......It should be a fight with the Han people there, so we can just sit here and wait for the result."

He whispered.

*******

Northwest, on the wilderness fifty miles away from Bailang Mountain.

The raging waves continue to collide.

Cavalry dragged dust and smoke and rushed into the dusk, he was heisting with the enemy, intertwined, and the weapons swung out sparks. The circling horse hooves trampled on the ground and raised waves of smoke and dust to rise into the sky, covering the battlefield on this field. The sound of shouts of killing and the sound of horses rushing over like a tide. The vision was full of cavalry riding horses fighting.

Located on another battlefield on the right side of the wilderness, the changing situation made Wu Yan feel incredible. This was not the tactics that the cavalry should have. Before, he saw the opponent slowing down after rushing into the formation, so he cursed: "Silly Han people." But after a moment, everything overturned his common sense.

The Heishan cavalry, who had been attacking for a while, quietly changed the formation. The original cavalry suddenly dismounted and formed dozens and hundreds of defensive formations in the form of small and squadrons to form a restraining force of horns. If you look down from the sky, it is a dense small formation that looks like a huge formation.

Although they had fought with the Han people, the Wuhuan people rarely came into contact with such strange things. Wuyan gathered some of the cavalry that ran away and asked them to kill from the surroundings. However, the war horses of the Heishan cavalry stood in front and could not form a rush. The Heishan soldiers holding their shields raised their swords high or drilled out from under the horse's belly and chopped towards the rushing cavalry's hooves. They were all in the scene of people rushing over and over and over and flesh.

Amid the countless fighting and shouting, Yan Rou, who was located in the middle of the defensive formation, led his soldiers to block the Wuhuan cavalry around him who wanted to come in outside. Occasionally, arrows were shot over, mostly nailed to the shield hanging on the side of the horse. Here, the Black Mountain soldiers leaned out and took a bow and arrow to fight back. The Wuhuan cavalry, who lacked leather armor and shield, brought a lot of blood.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Someone fell down by an arrow on his shoulder. A comrade in the back team helped him and quickly filled him up. Next to him, the cavalry commander Su Ren pulled his bow and shot a Wuhuan man. He turned a wide sword from his back and drilled out from under the belly of the war horse. When a spear was stabbed down on his head, he raised his sword and blocked the horse's hooves. The figure above his horse fell off the horse and fell to the ground. "Wow!" He shouted, and wanted to get up. Su Ren dragged his weapon and rushed forward, kicked the opponent over with one kick, swung his sword and cut off his head, held it in his hand and ran back, "It's a fucking trouble to make a head."

On this side, Wu Yan looked at the strange formation that arched his formation. The cavalry that rushed up here was eliminated by the opponent in two or three strokes. He couldn't help but feel a little worried. If he really wanted to regroup the team, it would be impossible to crash into it, but if he regrouped the array, opened the distance and launched a charge, it was dark at that time...

He called himself King Khan Lu, and was also a brave and resourceful person among the Wuhuan people. He always felt that the other party seemed to be saving his physical strength in addition to disrupting his formation... After thinking about it for a while, Wu Yan felt a little uneasy in his heart. Then he looked at the Han people's central army and felt like an hallucination that the flag with a huge white wolf was moving forward.

The last ray of light was about to fall from the sky.

The movements of the entire earth were buzzing in his ears. Under the white giant wolf flag, Gongsun Zhiqiqi was on his back, asked the messenger for a few questions, and looked at the sky.

"You said, "Nanlou, Wuyan's two troops were entangled, how many of the 40,000 cavalrymen left there can be fought?" He withdrew his gaze, turned his head to Dian Wei, Tian Yu, and Li Ke beside him, whispering this matter, "...I guess there are only less than 20,000, and there are still capable ministers who have arrived here, and Su Puyan's 10,000 people each."

Dian Wei and Li Ke looked at each other without saying a word, slowly pinched the weapon in their hands, Tian Yu asked softly: "Master, what does it mean?"

"Yu Du's troops are too slow... I can't wait for him to come and join the siege."

In the red sunset, Gongsun Zhi comforted the irritable and shook his hoofs, looked at the battlefield on the left and right in front of him, and whispered, "... Then let him attack the mountain. As for the current, Suonu's Xianbei cavalry has completed the detour from Liucheng, and is fifteen miles away. While there is still an hour in the sky, he will eat the central army in one breath."

The sound fell, and his hand wearing gloves slowly pulled out the scimitar at his waist and raised it. Behind him, the two thousand guards wolf cavalry in silence began to make noise. He sorted out the scimitar at his waist, the longbow behind him, and the short bow hanging on the side of the horse, and different quiveres were also counting.

Then, silently rolled onto the horse one by one.

...

Northeast, fifteen miles away from the battlefield.

Equestrianism, Xianbei scouts with superb arrows avoided Wuhuan's cavalry and exchanged messages and orders with the directions of contact. The Xianbei knights, who had roughly rested for a while, began to march on the horse and lineage under the call of the leader.

The horse's hooves that stepped into the grass stretched up. A lock slave with a copper ring hanging from his ear looked at the plain silk in his hand, folded it respectfully and put it away. In silence, he raised his hand and hooked it. The cavalry spreading behind him moved his footsteps.

More than 10,000 Xianbei cavalry rushed straight behind the Wuhuan people in this dusk.

...

In the continuous battle, Wu Yan raised his head and heard the wolf howl blowing from there.

The white wolf crow began to move, Gongsun Zhi pulled out his scimitar and stood across the side of the horse, then raised it high, and his cold eyes looked fierce, deep, and rough beard trembling, "Sent to the whole army..."

The moment the majestic voice rushed out of his throat, the war horse slowly stepped on its hooves, and the voice of words resounded: "...eat this flock of sheep"

The scimitar cut through the trajectory, and what answered him was the thunder of countless horse hooves and the dull collision of weapons.
Chapter completed!