The crisp sound of the bowstrings on the deafening battlefield was almost inaudible, but in Hu Lie's ears, it was a thunder sound.

Throwing the bow in his hand on the ground, Hu Lie didn't even want to see the results, so he turned around and ran away as fast as possible. At a distance of 100 meters, at the level of his own shooting hand, if he could not send an arrow into the target's chest, Hu Lie would have long known how many times he had been killed by his opponent.

So the moment the bowstring was loosened, Hu Lie knew that he should start running for his life.

The sacrifice of the five thousand Fengtai cavalry was to give him such a chance. As long as he could kill the imperial envoy, everything else was worth it. Therefore, every time Monroza discussed with him about the plan to attack the imperial camp, Hu Lie only listened to the front and the back all thought that it was nonsense.

Only a fool like Monroza, who doesn't even understand his opponent, would think that 5,000 Fengtai cavalry can shake the camp with two thousand imperial elites with strict defense. If the combat power of the Emperor* was calculated based on the combat power of the Grassland Army, then the 50,000 Wolf Sharp Army would not have been close to the Emperor* formation and was killed by the Emperor's Emperor. The 100,000 Northwest Wolf Cavalry of the Yelu family would not be in the wilderness of the Empire. Facing less than half of the Emperor's team, he did not even have the courage to fight, so he directly chose to surrender. Even the head of the Long family who severely damaged the Fengtai tribe in Daizhou and forced the Fengtai tribe to compromise, such a figure who was definitely like a god of war in the hearts of the Grassland people and the Central Biyan people, was killed by the Emperor* in the southwest. In the end, he had to swallow his anger and dared not take any revenge. This is the gap in strength.

Hu Lie ran out of the darkness, so fast that he was afraid of people. His target was the woodland about fifty meters left of the battlefield. As long as he could get in before the chasing imperial cavalry, he would have more than half of his survival possibility.

For an experienced grassland hunter, it is the best place to hide. Hu Lie is confident that as long as he can rush in, he can survive the upcoming storm. He heard a chaotic sound from the slope, and various shouting commands, a loud and cold trumpet sound came from the slope.

"Woooo!" The imperial cavalry who was trampling and chasing in front actually gave up the prey that had reached its mouth and began to turn and run in chaos. The completely messy scene made everything weird.

"Success!" Hu Lie took a last look at the mad Emperor* in the distance, and quickly climbed up the trunk of a big tree in the woodland, curling his body as much as possible until he completely hid his body in the leaves. At such a high distance, in the dark, unless the other party held a torch and climbed up every tree, he would definitely not be able to find it. Hiding on the ground is dangerous. Even if he was hiding in the pit, he would have nowhere to hide in front of the imperial cavalry that swept over like a broom. Don't expect to hide in the pile of corpses to pretend to be dead. Because in order to find the murderer, the mad Emperor* would inevitably turn every corpse out again. Whether it was dead or alive, he would torture it. Even if it was a piece of meat that was so incomplete that it could not be identified, he would stab it with a sharp blade.

The emperor's disciples were attacked, and before such a one-sided victory, it is conceivable how the emperor's soldiers would be furious, because all their efforts were in vain. If the attacker could not be found before dawn, they would be beheaded by the emperor. In order to find the attacker, they would do whatever they could do without hesitation.

In fact, just now, Hu Lie had already discovered that many people were not dead in the corpses on the ground, but were injured and pretended to be dead. This was exactly the same as his expectations. Even the warriors of the Fengtai tribe would be beaten to death in the face of the rolling imperial cavalry. Hu Lie didn't care what would happen to these people in the end.

But Hu Lie knew that Monroza was going to be in trouble

Because except for a few thousand cavalry commanders, the other Fengtai cavalry did not know him, which was also the reason why he was ordered to come. Most of the Fengtai cavalry who participated in the attack believed that Monroza was responsible for the attack plan. Monroza was a confidant of Mongolo, which is well-known throughout the Fengtai tribe.

Of course, this matter will be counted on Mongolia.

That's enough

Faced with the anger of the empire, on the one hand, it must be the Yelu family that is not protected effectively, and on the other hand, the Fengtai tribe that launched an attack. The big operation of 5,000 cavalrymen was not expected to be concealed. Moreover, Hu Lie knew very well that the Yelu family that came to clean up the situation at dawn would point the finger at the Fengtai tribe as soon as possible. No one who can struggle to rise in such a chaotic world is a fool. Who would get the best benefit in this attack? Anyone with a discerning eye can do so.

I will look at the Fengtai tribe in the north, not to mention the imperial emperor who is called the "Eternal Heaven Whip". Mongolia Luo is going to be unlucky. No matter how outstanding this young man is, he is even regarded as the future golden khan by various tribes. At this moment, he is still just a little wolf. In front of Mongolia Luo, the empire is undoubtedly the black storm that swept everything. Faced with the anger of the powerful empire, the final result was that the Fengtai tribe was thrown out as a victim to calm the matter.

Hu Lie was quite satisfied with his disciple. His first-hand ejaculation technique was better than his own. He had a sharp eye and a broad mind. Among the younger generation in the grassland, besides the dead Yelu Guda, Monroza is the best. But unfortunately, Hu Lie is the teacher of Monroza, but he is also the brother of the Fengtai tribe leader who grew up.

Professor Mongoliaro is because Mongoliaro is the young patriarch, and his disciples use their own archery skills to be famous in the grassland, but no one knows that they are taught by them. This shows that the disciple's indifference to the teacher.

After Yelu Guda died in Yanzhou in battle, the breath of the Golden Family was strongly on the disciples who were rising like the sun on this grassland. All the tribes around him had surrendered to the outside world. In order to achieve the purpose of mythology, Mongolia Rowe even claimed that his archery skills were given by immortality and a gift from immortality to the Golden Family. Although Hu Lie was very angry about this, he had no choice.

Mongolia is so dazzling.

Most of the members who were increasingly dissatisfied with the Yelu family, because of Yelu Guda's death, completely gave up their fantasy about the future of the Yelu family. Their eyes were more focused on the Fengtai tribe. Compared with the Yelu family's decline from prosperity and no successors, the Fengtai tribe, which had the blood of the Golden Family, attracted Mongolians of each tribe, which obviously made the majority of members feel that they could have equal benefits.

The Fengtai tribe was able to replace the Yelu family in just half a year because of Mongolia.

The heroes of each tribe gathered in Fengtai tribe because of Mongolia.

The most solemn spring and winter festivals on the grassland every year, the noble ladies who ride on horses like butterflies in each tribe, wearing blue-green robes, with keycaps of sun and moon gold threads, holding exquisite pony whip made of their hair in their hands, holding goat milk wine in the grand spring festival, the object of singing affectionately is still Mongolia.

The posts from major marriages are still Mongolian. In order to show their importance to Mongolian, these major departments even sent their children to Mongolian. These children have their own tribesmen. Their children have their own tribesmen. Together, there are as many as 50,000 grassland cavalry gathered under Mongolian. They are all elites with excellent combat power. The sound of horse hooves from the unruly cavalry from major departments practiced on the ground every day. Even the Fengtai headquarters ten miles away could feel the vibration of the ground.

Go south, imperial capital

Mongolia Luo now mentions these two words every day. Those young and passionate children of various tribes were also stimulated by these two times. Every day, they were like chicken blood being injected with blood. They were red and afraid of people. They had no doubt that as long as Mongolia Luo gave the order, they would turn into iron streams and roll southwards, pouring into this imperial capital land until they pushed Mongolia Luo to the throne of the king of the grassland.

A patriarch who may be replaced by his son at any time, a teacher who has been humiliated by his disciples, is a vivid display between the younger generation of Fengtai tribe and the older generation.

"What is he going to do? Even if he wants to let all departments hear his ambitions, can't he make the voice less!"

This is how Mongolia Tielie is. Every time he hears the serious voice of his son training cavalry from afar, the expression on his face will be occupied by solemnity. None of the patriarchs replaced by his own son has ever had a good end. The law of the wolf pack is fully reflected in the inheritance of the grassland people. There is only one wolf king in the wolf pack. When the younger generation grows up, the old wolf king will either be bitten to death or often be driven away. It is certainly a joy to have an outstanding son, but in his prime, it is the rise of the master's family that has declined for thousands of years. When heroic and heroic development, he suddenly realizes that there is a son who is more brilliant than his own. It is another thing.

He was really too clear about his son. From the fact that he was not rude to his brothers, it can be seen that after Mongolia Luo Zhen went south to the imperial capital, the first person to be eliminated was probably not the Yelu family, but the current patriarch of the Fengtai tribe, Mongolia Tielie. The best way for him to become the Khan of the Grassland is to marry Yelu Qi Yelu. As long as the empire and the Yelu tribe can turn against each other, the possibility of marrying Yelu Qi Yelu is at least successful. Then the person who killed his father, who was in trouble, was probably 100%, because if this was not the case, most other departments would not fully support him to become the new Khan of the Grassland.

“Are you sure your plan will be successful?”

Mongolia Tielie put down the wine glass in his hand, stood up with a dull face, and came to the door of a certain gray tent. A blind grassland young man was lying at the door of the tent, basking in the sun, chewing on the grass roots with a leisurely expression. He seemed to be unable to hear a muffled thunder that had just rolled over his head, but it was also, he was originally blind, what else could he expect

"The Yelu family's national ceremony is only one day away. Judging from the time, it should have taken action. I am only worried now. Is it too late? As long as Teacher Hu Lie doesn't have any problems, there should be no problems!" The young man heard Mongolian Tielie's voice and glanced at the corner of his mouth. The face that looked seven or eight minutes similar to Mongolian Luo made a hint of anger flash in Mongolian Tielie's eyes.

"Mongolo's 50,000 cavalry will go south tomorrow. Are you really going to watch like this?" The young man sighed and said.

"You don't need to consider this kind of thing. You can go back to the Bei Grassland tomorrow. My Fengtai Division's old camp will not be a problem to support waste like you. Don't let me see you again from now on."

Mongolia Tielie's face twitched, took a deep breath, and said firmly. A trace of surprise flashed across the blind young man's face, his lips trembled, and finally he fell silent. Fengtai's troops rose up, Daizhou battle, and was defeated by the Long family. In the end, he had to transfer all the people who stayed in the old camp of the North Grassland.

Now, there are no people besides the tent full of weeds!

If you either let yourself go to the grassland to fend for yourself or kill yourself halfway, I believe that the possibility of Hu Lie returning alive is slim.

So cruel!

As long as he dies, no one knows about Mongolia Luo again. Mongolia Tielie is still the leader of the Fengtai tribe. Although he has lost the opportunity to be supported by various tribes, Mongolia Tielie is still in his prime after all, and the Fengtai tribe is already full of wings. In time, he may not have no chance to win the royal court.

Are you just dying like this? Not willing to give up!

The blind young man leaned against the tent with a bitter smile on his lips. The ruthless father regarded himself as a thorn in his eyes. He heard the sound of the wind and stood up tremblingly, whispering, "Tell Mongolia that the 10,000 Fengtai wolf cavalry of Mongolia Tielie has been transferred back, and we will do it tonight!"

"What about you, what are you going to do!" A low voice was like the wind blew through the corner of the tent

"I want to go to the west to see it. Qi Yeguang said that the world there is more vast and he should not return to the northern grassland again!"

The fires soared into the sky. On the cold and bloody city walls, there were only black heads and shiny scimitars everywhere. They held cavalry round shields and pressed against the clusters of arrows that were shot head-on, like marching ants rushing towards the elephant. The cold spear tip pierced the body of the cavalry from the battlements of the city walls, bringing up a red glowing light under the flames. From time to time, screaming human bodies fell from the towering city walls. Broken spears and corpses were like rows of pushed down straws piled up there, corpses, broken spears, scimitars that broke the gap, broken bows and arrows, and all kinds of military flags that were incomplete.

"Father"

What finally came into Berrant Bonnie's mind was the one under the Ruier Dian Army who was about to be forgotten and cracked into pieces like a strip of cloth. The white-haired Marshal of Rheer Dian, Duke of Berrant, was smiling at himself on his old but energetic face. Berrant Bonnie reached out to grab all this. The strange feeling from her hand made Berrant Bonnie try hard to open her eyes, and she saw a very angry white and fat face.

"You have a great life. If that arrow was not blocked by the innermost heart protection mirror, you will really go to see your father now!" The fat man groaned with anger with a little annoyed look, "Silly, extremely stupid! Didn't you tell you that you should wear two more layers of thick armor, and it's best not to even show your face, why is it like this!"
Chapter completed!