It was the dead of night. Except for the banquet in the Chinese military tent, people in other military tents were on duty and sleeping.
This "ouch" sound could be heard for miles, even half of the military camp could hear it.
In the central military tent, several captains of ten thousand standing nearby heard this clearly, and each held a sword and left the tent. The other captains of ten thousand gathered around Sang Kun and his son to prevent anyone from taking the opportunity to assassinate.
Guo Mo was quite cautious. Before jumping out, he specially used a square scarf and put it diagonally over his face, covering the area below his nose. Only his two eyes were exposed, staring at the door of the tent.
Seeing that only six captains of ten thousand came out, I felt somewhat regretful. I thought that this would not work. We must mobilize everyone. Just as I was thinking, two captains of ten thousand were already approaching, wielding swords.
To say that most of these Mongolian captains were killed all the way from the bottom of the army. Those who shoot bows and arrows, ride horses and wield swords are all good hands in the formations of the two armies. But now it is a matter of step.
Compared with Guo Mo, it's really nothing.
After only five or six of them met, a sword hit one of the captains on the left chest. Guo Mo took the opportunity to "turn over" and kicked the dead body to the ground.
Seeing that he could not be saved, the other captain of ten thousand hurriedly took two steps back, brandished his sword to guard the door, and did not dare to take the initiative to attack again. "Come quickly, bring in the archers." The other captains of ten thousand seemed to be so powerful.
, did not dare to come directly at all, and shouted to greet the surrounding troops.
After such a fuss, the surrounding troops had already heard the sound, and the horns sounded. The troops quickly gathered and surrounded the Chinese army's large tent.
Guo Mo didn't expect their reaction to be so quick. The soldiers around him bent their bows and pointed arrows at him. It seemed that they could only risk their lives and survive.
Seeing that these captains of ten thousand men did not dare to attack him, Guo Mo became worried and killed them with swords in both hands. With only a distance of about two feet, Guo Mo did not dare to have any mercy now.
The attack is ruthless, the sword is ruthless.
The troops outside have gathered, but their leaders are all inside the central military tent. No one has given orders, so they can only surround them temporarily and dare not fire arrows for fear of hurting their own people.
In the time it took to drink tea, the six thousand captains came out, four dead and two wounded. Guo Mo was also injured. Fortunately, the injury was on his back, which was not serious and did not affect his actions.
After getting rid of these obstacles, Guo Mo rushed into the Chinese army tent.
The big tent is very spacious inside. The Mongolians practice a meal-sharing system. There are desks set up around the big tent, leaving a large open space in the middle, which is usually used for singing and dancing performances.
As soon as Guo Mo came in, everyone in the big tent was shocked. They didn't expect that the visitor was so powerful and could come in in such a short time. The remaining captains of ten thousand glanced at each other and gritted their teeth.
Waving the weapons in their hands, they all attacked Guo Mo.
Guo Mo wanted this kind of effect, so he was not in a hurry to act harshly now, with the primary purpose of protecting himself from injury, and he actually moved slowly outside the tent.
When several captains saw that the enemy could no longer withstand it, they immediately felt confident and accelerated their attack. In this way, several people moved from inside the big tent to outside the big tent again.
As the beating continued, Guo Mo was suddenly heard shouting: "Don't do it yet!"
No one understood what Guo Mo meant. Guo Jing, who had been hiding behind the big tent, naturally understood that the time had come. With a swing of the golden knife in his left hand, he drew a big cross on the thick tent, and then rushed in by himself.
When I came in, I happened to be right behind Sang Kun and his son.
Sang Kun and his son were still stretching their necks and looking out through the big tent door, paying close attention to the fierce battle outside the tent. Who would have thought that someone else would come in from behind the tent.
For so many years, Sang Kun had been pampered, drunk and lustful, and had long since wasted all his original skills. Du Shi was even worse. He was the most arrogant "official third generation" on the grassland since he was born. Over the years, he has become a dandy.
The younger brother is worse than his father.
Before the two of them could call for help, Guo Jing came up and kicked Sang Kun to the ground. He put away the golden knife in his left hand, twisted his arm and caught Du Shi in his hand. The horse-cutting sword in his right hand was thrown across Du Shi.
under the neck.
"Don't move, or I will kill you," Guo Jing said sternly.
"Ah", Du Shi was frightened. Guo Jing rushed in from behind the tent. He was naturally not expecting it. But when he saw someone coming in, he didn't think he was in danger at first.
Why is his father the biggest here? Even if there are assassins, they should be after his father.
Look, how long has it been? This unlucky kid still has such a "wonderful" brain circuit.
"Who is it? Let go of my son." Sang Kun was stunned for a moment, got up from the ground, took a scimitar, and asked sternly.
After all, Sang Kun was a figure who fought on the battlefield since childhood, so he was much better than a dude like Du Shi.
Hearing the noise in the tent, Guo Mo knew that his elder brother had succeeded, so he hurriedly came in again and met with Guo Jing.
"Brother, just take good care of Du Shi, I will handle the other matters."
Guo Mo came to Sang Kun and pulled off the scarf on his face. Du Shi was already in hand. Guo Mo knew that today's matter was half done, and there was no need to pretend anymore.
Although they are Mongolian nobles, Wang Han, Sang Kun, and Du Shi are rare descendants of the same lineage. Therefore, whether it is the shrewd Wang Han or the powerful Sang Kun, they can only deal with this idiot.
Shi Yan listens to the plan and lets it be.
"Is it you, Guo Mo?" Du Shi recognized Guo Mo at a glance, and then looked up at Guo Jing, who also took off his face towel.
"Sang Kun, Khan, prepare two fast horses for us to send us out." Guo Mo said to Sang Kun.
"Huh, two little kids, do you think you can get out of Ben Khan's tent alive?" Surrounded by all the soldiers, Sang Kun seemed to have returned to the commander-in-chief who commanded Ruoding.
At this time, another person walked in from the outside. Guo Mo took a look and recognized him, Zhamuhe. It seemed that the first person sitting at the banquet was Zhamuhe. He had something to do and left during the banquet. Fortunately, he left, otherwise he would really
There may be many variables, and this is not a simple character.
"Haha" Guo Mo laughed wildly, "Sang Kun, since you dare to come, we won't be afraid of you. I don't know if you can keep our brothers, it depends on your ability. But,
If we want you to exterminate your descendants, it will be easy."
After finishing speaking, he did not forget to look at Du Shi coldly.
"Daddy, save me." Du Shi was really frightened now. He had bullied Guo Jing and the others since he was a child, and now he wanted to murder Temujin Khan.
But now, he has fallen into the opponent's hands, how can he survive?