Everyone held swords and weapons, blocked the way, and remained indifferent.

"What about me?"

The words came lightly. The young Wuhuan man named Lou Ban was tall and slender, with a clean face, and rode out on a horse. There were several supporters of other tribes around him. Tadun swept his eyes, clenched his fists, and almost shouted, "Pfulu, Colodon...you actually betrayed me too."

"We have always been loyal to the Great Shanyu of Wuhuan, the King of Wuhuan, and Lou Ban is the successor, you are not!" Gu Jin shook his head and said.

Lou Ban straightened his back on the horse's back and looked up at the opposite side: "Tatun, if you fail, you will push the Wuhuan towards the butcher knife of the Han people. Only you can calm the anger of the Han people. But I also see what you did to Wuhuan over the years. I tied you to Gongsun Zhi. It's not what I, the Shanyu, should do. You can go anywhere, don't come back."

"You... are very good!"

The chest was undulating violently, Tadun glared at him with gritted teeth, and waved his hand violently: "Attack the mountain, arrest the Lou Ban, and those traitors."

When the order was dropped, there were not many people around him. Most of the Wuhuan cavalrymen looked at other places, and some even quietly opened the distance. Tadun looked at this scene and his whole body became cold. As the sound of fighting in the distance began to spread, he glared at the thousands of people who were blocking the mountain road, and turned the horse's head and drove the two thousand direct troops to the northeast direction.

Soon, a voice shouted and pointed out the way for the Xianbei people chasing. The Xianbei cavalry rushed over like a tide and launched a pursuit. Some of them monitored the Wuhuan army at the foot of Zhuma Mountain, which was unknown to be the enemy or friend.

The night gradually emits a blue and dark color, and the black color is about to fade away.

At the end of April, the land dozens of miles south of Liucheng, Liaodong, was desolate in the slender rain curtain. Among the low trees and grass, water drips on the corpse wet the fur outside. The vision extended forward. You could frequently see corpses, people or war horses lying on the mud, dyed a dark red color in the mud, and then diluted by the rain.

Several days have passed since Li that night's battle, and they have been chasing from Bailang Mountain to the north to the boundary of Liucheng. After resting, the ten thousand wolf cavalry finally gathered on this land. Zhao Yun, the sprint and the Suonu were ahead, and they hunted against the last two thousand cavalry of Tadun. At the end of this month, a hill less than forty miles away from Liucheng was surrounded.

The black horse splashed and came to the edge of the battlefield. Li Ke looked up at the vague shouting in the distance, "Chief, this is here." He dismounted the horse and held up a paper umbrella. On the black horse's back, Gongsun stopped his inner armor and covered his outer cloak. He walked over the rain and walked over there.

On the hills, the sound of fighting seemed faint, and only a few dozen Wuhuan soldiers were left holding the gap. Half of the knife stood shaking in the mud. Tadun's originally delicate leather armor was covered with ruptures. A piece of skin and flesh were peeled off on his left shoulder, and his mouth and nose were breathing heavily in moist air, and blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Almost all Xianbei people were around, some were riding horses, some surrounded by swords and spears, and several injured moaned on the ground. After a moment, they were taken down by their companions.

Soon, the crowd gathered and gave way out. Tadun narrowed his swollen eyes and saw his body wearing a cloak. On the other side, Gongsun Zhi also saw him, and his boots were embedded in the mud, squeezed out the blood, and walked over. A Wuhuan soldier roared "Ah!" and rushed up. Then, his bones were brittle, his head shattered, his eyes collapsed out of his eye sockets, and he fell into the mud with a bang.

Li Ke took back his mace and pushed it down, staring at the opposite side: "Try moving again!"

When he was making a harsh talk, Tadun gritted his teeth and pushed away the personal soldiers in front, staggered with the knife in the gap, walked out a few steps, came to the front, glanced at the corpse on the ground, and started talking.

"They...can't see clearly. Lou Ban thought he had been reading the books of you Han people for a few years, so he thought he was very smart... He was stupid... He thought that if I die, you would let Wuhuan go."

"You Han people are very powerful... In the early years... I thought that some scholars came to Liaodong, and some people who couldn't survive came here to teach Han Dynasty knowledge and make a living... When I fled, I realized that this was not what you Han Dynasty scholars were, they were bandits without weapons at all."

In the rain, Tadun staggeredly said a few words. The fear and panic of the previous period gradually became numb during the escape. He looked at the tall figure opposite and smiled with difficulty: "I... have always longed for the establishment of a prosperous era among the northern nomadic tribes by imitating the Xiongnu Maodun Shanyu and Xianbei Tanshihuai to establish a prosperous era belonging to the Wuhuan in the northern nomadic tribes... We have reproduced here from generation to generation. Why is this land belonging to you Han people? Why is it so domineering!!"

"Shouldn't it?"

The drizzle spread across the world, washing away the branches and leaves swaying slightly. Occasionally the wind blows on people's faces, and everything seems wet and cold. Gongsun Zhi waited for him to finish this and walked slowly over. When the other party raised his weapon vigilantly, he sneered disdainfully, "Don't you often talk about the prey of the weak? You are weak, so I'm here. As for why you say this land belongs to us Han people, the reason is very simple..."

The moment the scimitar slowly unsheathed, the cloak lifted a corner and the sound rang out at the same time.

"...Where are the Han people going to be there."

The blade buzzed with a light sound, and a semicircular sword light appeared, as if it had cut off the raindrops connecting the sky and the earth. The red color spread across the neck and shot out in the next second, like a large piece of scarlet blood cloud. The blade returned to the sheath, and the cloak was lifted back. Gongsun Zhi reached out to wipe a few drops of blood from his face and put it into his mouth.

The headless corpse, half of the knife, fell into the mud and water, and then his head fell to the ground and rolled. Gongsun Zhi turned around and strode away, waved his hand: "Kill the others, and then write to Gongsun Du, Wuyan, and the emperor ran to his land and asked him to send their heads to me."

He walked down the hill and turned over his horse's back: "I told Yan Rou to be optimistic about the Wuhuan people from Bailang Mountain and asked Lou Ban to come to Pinggang to see me. No one of his subordinates could be missing, that's it!"

After a continuous order without pause, Gongsun Zhi handed over the rest to Yan Rou, and took the main force to Pinggang Camp and began to deal with the Xianbei people in northern Liaodong.

At the same time, southern Jizhou.
Chapter completed!