The horse's hooves galloped and flipped into the mud.

Hundreds of horse thieves raised their weapons and charged wildly, and the sound of shouting and killing came over like a big wave rushing to the reef. In a hurry, hundreds of Huns here abandoned the idea of ​​archery and drew their swords to one in front of them. The rumbling horse hooves rushed over like a shattering ground. A group of horse thieves roared and waved their swords to slashed through the crowd. The sound of golden sounds of thieves collided one after another. Mars splattered, blood splattered, and some people screamed and fell down, and the war horses fell down.

The blue-gray wolf shadow followed the sprint of the horse thief and sneaked into the Huns' mount. The sharp fangs tore off a piece of flesh and blood. The war horse neighed in pain and jumped up on the spot. The figure on the horse's back was bleed by the blade that was swept by the opportunity, and it sprinkled out.

Artumi cut off the green wolf that was climbing up with a ponytail with his backhand. He was surrounded by figures fighting and shadows, as well as the wolves. As an experienced hunter in his tribe, he knew what it meant to meet a wolf, but when he met a wolf fighting with others, it made him a little confused.

Amid countless shouts of killing, Atumu fought with several horse thieves who rushed over. After killing one, the left rib of the horse under him was bitten by a wolf kiss from somewhere. He quickly moved closer to his own people, waving his weapons, and uttering a Hun saying: "Close... Be careful of the wolf--"

On the battlefield of hundreds of people, there were a surging shouts. His voice was not too loud. Only dozens of people nearby attracted the attention of their companions. However, it was difficult to lean over after all. If you were not careful, you would be chopped off your horse. Including the opponent's sudden attack, the specific number of people was also the Huns who were in a passive state.

On the periphery of the fight, Gongsun Zhi led several horse thieves out of the center of chaos. He took the lead in charge just to boost morale and act as a direction, but would not stand his life under the blade of others. At this time, he looked at the battlefield with fierce eyes, inspiring and shouting for the gathering of Atumu, and then waved his hand.

"Gaosheng, kill him," he said.

The silent bald man bowed his order, carried a big sword and flipped off his horse, and rushed towards the melee crowd. As the former Yellow Turban, he had never been afraid of anyone since the three men of heaven, earth, and man. Even the black man with a leopard head and thorny head in the sun formation, he had never been afraid of a single point... Of course, he realized that he could not beat him after the fight.

The rushing out accelerated, the sword raised from his hand, roared violently and slashed hard, and directly tore a hole from outside and rushed in, approaching the Huns who were shouting not far away.

...

The horse head was circling around, and Atumu was covered in blood, with his own blood, and the Han people who had just stopped him. He roared after applying the blood. However, the next second, his scalp turned around and drove his knife. With a loud bang, a big knife slashed up, and sparks splashed. The huge force made his wrist numb and he almost fell off the horse's back.

In a trance, the other party shouted "down!" and the big knife cut off the horse's legs. The blood and bones splashed with the blade. The war horse made a long and thunderous sound, pounced forward and fell to the ground. Atumu also jumped off the horse's back at the same time, and felt the murderous intent attacking. He almost reflexively put the knife again. The golden sound sounded again. When his arm was shaken, a big foot kicked straight in the chest. At the moment of the bursting breath, his hand loosened, and the big knife pressed on his blade deflected, and the back of the knife hit Aumu's head.

Blood instantly poured out, blurring his vision, and the people fighting around became shady and gradually could not see clearly.

After stumbled for a few steps, his body finally fell backwards. A bag of food hidden in his arms spilled into the bloody soil. He turned his head and looked at the golden spilling, his arms swept over weakly, trying to gather them together.

Gently grasp the particles in the soil with weak force.

"grain..."

“…………take grain…………winter…”

“…I can’t starve…people…”

.........

Then, his burly figure approached, raised his feet and stepped on the arm. Gao Sheng held the knife in both hands, leaned over and looked at the dying Huns, and spat, "...This is from the Han people."

The next second, it slashed down violently.

The bloody head bounced out of the shoulders and rolled on the low grass. In the last sight, he saw his compatriots falling down constantly, and saw Han people being killed. He saw everyone trying hard to kill each other to survive.

Finally, I saw a white wolf shadow on the grass hill roaring towards the sky.

Wow—

Soon after, the attack of the weapons gradually stopped. The autumn wind of the grassland blew across the land, and the smell of blood gradually dissipated. The ownerless horse shook its tail among the corpses everywhere. The hungry wolf fiercely tore off a piece of flesh and blood from a war horse that had not yet died, and ate it into its stomach.

The powerless figure is walking,

"...How about the casualties..." Gongsun Zhi sat down as if he was still moving, but he saw that there were not many figures standing, and his eyes closed gently.

He needs time to adapt to such a scene.

Gao Sheng walked over, inserted his knife into the mud, and sat down, "Half dead. If there were no wolves called by the leader, we would probably have been eaten by someone now."

"Where are the Huns? How many have they surrendered?"

On the horse's back, Gongsun Zhi opened his eyes and looked at the direction the bald man pointed at the ground. A total of one or two hundred people, the Huns abandoned their weapons and knelt on the ground.

"No living mouth--" He opened his mouth and embedded the wolf's throat into his mouth and roared. On the grass hill, the white wolf king roared. The remaining seventy or eighty blue-gray wolves turned their heads and looked at the kneeling rows of figures. More than a dozen horse thieves guarding nearby also raised their weapons.

Then...the massacre began.

On the other side, many people in panic closed their eyes so scared that they crowded together and shivered. They could see that this was not Han soldiers, but a group of horse thieves scattered across the grassland.

Gongsun Zhi had no intention of letting them go, so he directly issued a second order: "Take your brother's corpse up and bury them into the White Wolf Plain."

The seriously injured horse thief turned around and turned his eyes to his face, his expression changed a little.

"I brought people alive, and I have to take them back and buried in peace if I die." Gongsun Zhi stepped off his horse and bowed to the remaining dozens of horse thieves in half.

Seeing Gao Sheng, who was accustomed to life and death, and the horse thieves around him, his heart suddenly felt a little warm, and he quickly waved his hand: "The leader cannot do anything, we are bandits. Whoever does this business either tie your head around your waist. If you die, you will die. The sky is the cover and the earth is the coffin. Just lie there."

"You ask everyone to bring the things robbed by the Huns. After you go back, you will divide them all..." Gongsun Zhi was silent for a moment, looked at the people over there, and waved his hand: "As for them, take them back together..."

"Hmm! Hum?" Gao Sheng was stunned for a moment.

At this time, the sound of horse hooves sounded from a distance, and a horse thief ran back: "The leader, there are officers and soldiers, about dozens of people."

Speaking of officers and soldiers, many horse thieves became nervous. They were originally bandits, and they were born with fear in this matter. Moreover, even if they were not afraid, they would not have much strength.

"Gaosheng, go and tell everyone not to act rashly and pretend to be impressed." Gongsun Zhi turned over the horse, turned over the horse's head and walked towards the direction of the sound of the horse's hooves.

......

Zhang Liao saw a man standing alone there from afar. When he approached, he slowed down the speed of the person behind him, and frowned. He could smell the bloody smell in the air. His vision extended behind the man. The corpses on the ground were shocking. Looking at the team of people and wolves, Zhang Liao was in a downward touch and raised his hand: "In Xiayanmen Zhang Wenyuan, I wonder what this leader is called?"

"White Wolf Yuan, Gongsun Zhi."
Chapter completed!