"Stiniphin...they were not here to kill us, thank God for your blessing."

On the field of spring, sparse arrows flew over their heads and landed behind them, causing screams from people, and the war horses pounced on the ground. Some of the strange and down-and-out foreign cavalry clasped their hands together, tears were hung on the corners of their eyes, and their stammering lips kept calling the names of the female knights ahead. The pursuit on the road was peeled off. Such pressure had already suppressed everyone for too long. At this time, someone took action to rescue them, and many people could no longer control their emotions.

The knight named Stephanie stayed on the horse and watched, and did not dare to relax his vigilance. He held the patterned knife and carefully raised the round shield on his arm. In his vision, the grassland cavalry that suddenly came attacking from the east, and the number was not large, but he was extremely skillful in shooting at the scattered Huns on the horse's back, but the accuracy was not high.

The wolf's throat continued, and the galloping horses were still accelerating, which made the female knight frown in the face armor, "...what are they going to charge?" Thinking of it, the cavalry rushed towards them was about to hit them several feet away, and they divided into several stocks, one or twenty people per stock. Some of them pulled their bows and shot arrows to suppress the opponent's speed. The other part pulled out the blade and quickly came close to the side, tearing the opponent's fur coat and chopping off the horse.

Whoosh swish swish swish-

The sound of countless arrows passing by in this air, the sound of Jin Ming's attack collided between weapons, and blood splashed on the knife. Now, on the face, the body that fell off the horse's back was trampled by the horse's hooves. Zhinahan quickly drew the arrow, took the arrow, and shot it out, a sword light slashed, and hurriedly blocked it with a short bow in his hand. When it broke for two seconds, he pulled out the weapon from his waist and slashed towards the other side. A war horse approached, and the sword light came over. The collision between the two blades and the sparks jumped out.

The group of horse thieves who attacked him were all Han slaves and refugees. Last year, they killed blood on the grassland and slaughtered many Huns and Xianbei small tribes, causing a lot of panic. He had heard of some of them in the Northern Huns. Rumors said that there were often a big white wolf around the other leader, and it was also a wolf-speaking word. The tactics of this group of horse thieves were also transmitted on the battlefield through wolf-speaking word.

I didn't feel anything when I had no contact in the past, but the opponent's current tactics seem to be very directed at the Huns' fighting style, and I ate my own side tightly.

"Collapse the formation." In the end, he couldn't help but issue an order.

Behind him, the horse's hooves stepped across the ground and made a heavy sound. Zhinahan felt his scalp numb, and a murderous intent came from behind. He turned around reflexively and slashed his arm behind him.

The wide giant sword drew an arc in the air, and there was a loud bang. The heavy army pressed against the thin blade. He only felt the arm holding the knife numb, and he unconsciously sank backwards. The giant sword was like a mountain, pressing the blade against his chest. The huge force pushed the whole body down from the horse's back and rolled. Then a horse thief galloped from the side, and the blade poked out--

Zhi Nahan got up, his pupils suddenly shrank, and the sharp blade passed through his eyes. His vision then threw it into the sky and rolled up, as if time had slowed down. His subordinates were chased by a group of horse thieves, either being caught in an arrow or being chopped off the horse's back by the blade cut from the side... Then his vision fell heavily on the grass. In the lingering light, an unknown little insect was slowly climbing on the blood-stained grass...

Everything darkens and life comes to an end.

...

The killing around stopped, and the remaining Huns had fled and left. After the front line was closed, the big man who was wielding his sword also came down from the war horse and inserted the tip of the sword into the ground. The iron piece of his shoulder armor was trembling. He covered his chest with one hand and bowed to the surrounding horse thieves, "On behalf of the Holy City, Wu Gerald thanked the Eastern Knights for their help."

The breeze stroked the long hair like the lion's mane, and his words did not usher in the same sound. In his drooping eyes, the horses approached, and the bowstrings squeaked and pointed at him.

"Extraordinary people..." Dongfang Sheng rode a horse and watched from a distance, waved his hand: "Take all back... The armor and war horses of these people are good, maybe the leader will like it."

The helping hand suddenly turned into an enemy, which made many stable Gentile cavalry uneasy. Fortunately, the other party did not shoot arrows to execute them, so there was room for turning around. In the crowd, the female knight looked at the arrows aiming at them, and the moment she pinched the patterned knife tightly, she let go. She knew that the group of people were even more fierce than the ones just now.

She took off the full-covered helmet with feathers and clamped it under her armpits. Her long golden hair hangs on her shoulders like a waterfall. She stood on the ground with sewn tight leather pants and long legs armor. She stood on the ground and looked even more slender and round. Her fair face and a few strands of hair were stuck on her forehead and looked a little tired and decadent. Her light blue eyes looked at the scholar over there with a faint coldness.

Perhaps because of the aesthetic view, few people around me think this Gentile woman is amazing, at most it is strange.

Stephanie slowly closed her eyes, threw the sword and shield in her hand to the ground, lowered her head, and her voice was a little hoarse: "...Warriors of the Holy City, we..." Her voice choked, "...I can't go home."

"take away--"

Dongfang Sheng couldn't understand what they were talking about, so he waved his hand.

...

The sky darkened, and passed through Daijun. In the northern Xianbei tribes, spots of fire spread out in the tribes of tens of thousands of people. Looking down from the sky, the large tribes of tens of thousands of people were densely dotted on the fields. The dim flames swayed the figures of people walking through the darkness. Some people ate small food around the bonfire, or sang and danced in the cheers of everyone.

Going along the straight road that was empty in the middle of the tribe, the atmosphere became solemn in the huge tent in the center. Bu Dugen squinted his eyes and stared at the brazier in the middle, a short knife stalking with his fingers.

"The horse thief leader is Gongsun Zan's son?"

Below, the bent servant nodded: "The merchants coming from Youzhou did say so. The reputation of the three heroes fighting the flying general Lu Bu in the first three Sishui Pass has spread, and I have never heard of Gongsun Zan's denial. I think it is true."

call--

The short knife buzzed out of his hand, and stood on the sheepskin blanket nailed to the man's feet. He scared the other party to tremble. The opposite person stood up in a big wolf-skinned cloak and clenched his fists: "Gongsun Zan is suppressing Kebi Neng in Youbeiping. If I can take down Gongsun Zan's son and force him to submit, my prestige will naturally surpass the rest of the tribes... The tribe's people will come to submit and wipe out the current downturn."

"And..." He walked past the sheep carpet and pulled a short knife from the ground. "Last year, I underestimated this person, suffered a great loss, and recovered for several months. This time I took it back together."

Bu Dugen stuffed the short knife in his hand into the servant's hand, "Take it, go to the surrounding tribes to mobilize people... and surround the White Wolf."

The man held a short knife with exquisite patterns and responded. Before he left, he heard a gritting voice saying: "I want to shoot a few arrows on that person with my own hands, so that I can relieve my hatred in my heart."

Immediately, he kicked the brazier away with a slam, and scattered the flames in the air and landed on the wool blanket. After a while, the entire camp became busy and rushed to put out the fire with the water they had eaten at home.

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Chapter completed!