The sun rose from the east, the morning light drove away the cold, the autumn leaves swayed in the wind, and more than ten war horses slowly walked into the woods, flies and insects flew densely on the heads, buzzing...

Zhang Liao raised his head and looked at the head on the treetops, closed his eyes in pain, as if he heard the screams of the heads when they were tortured. From last night, he fought with several small groups of Huns on his way to Daijun, and the villages he passed by were almost impossible to escape. This time, the Huns who went south were scattered into countless small groups of teams, looting the Han area, ensuring that there were many such places in the city and important areas.

Wipe the blood on your body with your hands.

...Buzzing buzzing... He waved his hand and opened the flies and worms, crossed the horse's head, and walked out of the woods. There was no need to see the village inside anymore. Zhang Liao sighed with a long sigh. The peaceful morning light shone on his face, and he could not feel the temperature at all.

"It would be great if Fengxian was here. The name of the flying general could at least shock these little girls..." He murmured, withdrew his gaze and was about to leave.

The moment the horse's hooves stopped.

The sound of wolf sounded on the grassland and spread.

The soldiers waiting outside were exhausted. From two or three hundred people to now, after more than ten battles, there are only more than one hundred people left, half of which have been lost. At this time, when he heard the sound of wolves, he became confused. The scout running from afar ran closer and shouted: "Wolf pack...the pack is heading towards us northeast..."

"What...it's not a wolf disaster, right..."

"It's not winter yet... I won't."

When the rustling conversation sounded among the crowd, Zhang Liao frowned and asked the scout: "...how many wolves?"

“…It’s everywhere, from all directions, roughly one or two hundred…”

Hearing the uneasy tone of the scout, Zhang Liao patted his shoulder, comforted him, and raised his knife, "Follow me to see... You can fight with me again, stay here and wait for fear."

After saying that, he carried more than ten cavalrymen and some infantry who could still fight chased in the direction where the wolf howls sounded.

...

On the grassland, a groundhog was struggling with the soil, then his ear tips trembled, his chubby head turned around, and the gray figure rushing in his sight rushed over, scaring it to death on the ground. In his squinting eyes, the giant wolf, which was as plush as steel needle, stepped over it, and its claws rolled over the grass, and ran farther away.

...

The sight spread across the field and passed a grass hill. A figure riding a horse stopped on it. Under the cloak, his hands gently stroked the horse's mane. In the view of the white wolf squatting next to him, a long line winding under the grass hill, and a buzzing noise came.

There was a cry in the air.

Crack-

The whip was waving in the air, and the Huns riding horses ran on both sides of the long line, shouting fiercely about language that the other party could not understand, which caused the rest of the Hun soldiers to burst into laughter, not a good word.

In the team, most women were already covered in clothes, and the strong and green men were covered in blood. Their hands were staggeringly tied up with ropes. They were driven black like cattle and sheep, and headed towards the depths of the larger and wider grassland north. If there was no accident, most of them would never come back, or they would die from whip, hunger, and fatigue halfway through.

Atumu waved his whip and brought a piece of flesh and blood into the crowd. With a wild laugh, he rode his horse and ran away. He originally broke with the Han people, and this winter would probably be difficult, but now he is very happy. Many slaves and food will be added to his family. Children and the elderly in the tribe will not die of cold and hunger this winter. In the next year, the children will grow up and the elderly will become wiser.

Thinking of this, the whip in his hand whipped on the back of a crying woman, tore open the rough mao shirt and revealing her white skin. Atumu licked his lips, turned over and dismounted, overturned the Han woman to the ground, and rode up in front of everyone.

Around them, many Huns made barbaric cry of "Wowho" and excitedly danced their weapons to cheer for the other party's behavior.

"ah--"

The sound of clothes tearing and the woman screamed in a scream. Next to him, a young man who couldn't stand it yelled and rushed over and took two steps. The Hun cavalry cruising nearby worked with a feather arrow and flew over. Blood splattered, and the arrow was nailed to his neck and penetrated through it. The body staggered and took a half step before falling down.

The dead face and wide eyes reflected on the grass hills in the distance, and a shadow riding a war horse was silently looking at the tragedy that happened here.

Wow...ah...woo...

A long and desolate howling suddenly sounded on the grass hill. Atumu, who was pulling his belt, shuddered and stood up and looked in the direction of the sound.

"Wolf..." He expressed doubts in the Huns' language, and then saw the knight wearing a cloak.

The Huns nearby began to remain silent for a moment. Someone glanced at the distance and put down the short bow in his hand and scolded Caoqiu. Atumu gave up the Han woman on the ground, turned over and pulled out the weapons. Subconsciously, he felt that there was more than one person on the other side... Then the compatriots nearby laughed loudly.

"Be careful!" Altumu warned.

The other Hun soldiers laughed louder.

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The wolf claws were digging over the turf, and the white wolf mane was caressed in the wind. The horse head next to it sneezes, and the hooves trampled on the ground anxiously.

The sky shines continuously.

The running blue-gray figures were gathering, hundreds of war horses were sandwiched in them for the final preparations. When the crowd below laughed, the knight on the grass hill reached out and grabbed the hilt, pulling it out of the sheath bit by bit, and the cold flashed in the light.

Gongsun Zhi looked at the numerous Huns below and trembled a little. However, the next second, he clenched his teeth, clamped his legs, raised his cloak, raised his arms, and raised his blade, and the blade was standing in the wind. The war horse under him slowly moved its hooves towards the grass slope, and then accelerated and dived, and a little slowed down, drawing an arc from the knife light.

Facing towards him, the figure of the Huns who were rushing on horseback was cut off and blood poured in the air. The knight who rushed down stepped over the corpse and accelerated his speed again.

"Kill-" He shouted with all his best voice.

On the grass hill, the White Wolf King howled, and the figures of the waiting-to-be-distance rush into the light, and the roars of the wolves rushing beside the war horses spread one after another.

The Huns who gradually stopped laughing reacted and raised their weapons and wanted to form a formation. However, the war horse was frightened and uncontrollable under the torn sound of the wolf. In an instant, the black lines rushing from both sides approached and hit in fiercely. The wolf kissed and bit the horse's neck. The frightened war horse neighed shrillly. When the Huns on the horse's back tried to stabilize their bodies, the cold weapons wiped their necks, their heads, and blood spread into the sky...
Chapter completed!