Yakuzele thought fiercely, Wushi Nazhesi, don't blame me for being ruthless. If you want to blame, blame yourself for being too showy. If I don't get rid of you, I'm afraid these leaders will all submit to you after the matter is completed.
Seeing them like this, Anawu Khan felt angry. As a member of the tribe to which his Ana family belonged, he asked Wushi Na Zhisi whether these people took him as a great Khan seriously. He was about to
I had a seizure, but suddenly I felt that the earth seemed to be shaking. No, this feeling was getting stronger and stronger, and the leaders also felt it.
Anawu Khan frowned and hurriedly sent someone out to check, but the ground under his feet was shaking more and more violently. He knew what this meant, and there was a feeling of uneasiness in his heart. He had a strong bad feeling.
But thinking that his eldest son Zha Xilong was guarding the grain and grass without troops, and his second son Tuobie Taha was patrolling the grassland with his troops, he felt a little relieved when he thought that he still had a way out.
Seeing the panicked expressions of the people who came in to report, who were so frightened that they couldn't even speak a complete sentence, Anau Khan pushed the man away distractedly, and then walked outside the tent in a few steps.
On the horizon in the distance, thin brown lines surged up, and then turned into a tide. The earth trembled rhythmically in the strong wind. Anau Khan's expression changed greatly, but it was actually mixed with
A few surprises.
What rushed toward them were countless herds of wild horses. Yes, whenever there was a storm on the grassland, these groups of livestock would gallop across the grassland in such a large scale.
And in front of me, these countless wild horses are rushing toward the big tent, rolling up the yellow sand in the sky.
Wild horses have always been difficult to tame, but as long as they capture this group of horses, they can sell them to the Central Plains at a good price. In this way, they will have enough money to buy winter supplies in winter.
Although wild horses are old, they are not easy to tame, especially wild horses running wildly in the storm of pride. Anau Khan looked at these panicked leaders, with a sneer on his face, and then ordered a few
Ordered his guards to protect these leaders.
Although he was very upset about these guys and sometimes wished they all died, after all, they were of the same origin. At the same time, Anawu Khan ordered that these wild horses be driven away first and then wait for an opportunity to tame them. If these wild horses can be tamed, then
It is your own property. Not only can you sell some weak horses to the Central Plains, but you can keep the strong horses to form a cavalry team.
Thinking of this, Anau Khan felt excited. However, after ordering Gangang to pass on the message, he saw hundreds of tall horses appearing behind the herd. These were definitely not horses on the grassland. What's more, these horse heads
They were all wearing battle armor, and the silver light was constantly shining. The horses were hung with fine armor, and there was a person on the horse with a silver battle armor and a red cloak.
This is simply Liang Jun!
Anawu Khan secretly screamed something bad. He had already realized that he had been deceived. These Liang Jun were just using these wild horses as a cover, and he was indeed deceived.
Yes, behind this group of wild horses was the group led by General Li and Yi Xiaoyao. They followed the strong wind and happened to encounter the wild horses. They used the wild horses as a barrier and successfully reached the big tent without being caught.
Suspicion. General Li knew that the people on the grassland had more affection for the wild horses than they did for the Central Plains people, and would not kill them casually, so he used the wild horses to lower the other party's alertness, and then followed the wild horses into the big tent.
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Even the cunning Anau Khan was inevitably fooled. The order had been passed on, and his men would definitely show mercy to these wild horses. However, the other party might not necessarily show mercy to them.
Thinking of this, Anau Khan felt a sharp pain in his heart. He had been galloping on the grassland for decades, and he was confused by such a little trick of the enemy at such a critical moment. It seemed that he was really old.
Now the leaders of most of the tribes on the grassland are gathered in the big tent. If they die, the grassland will become a piece of scattered sand, and each tribe will fight for the leadership. It does not even need Daliang or even Liao to add fuel to the fire.
The political power will fall apart under its own struggle.
Anawu Khan felt chills in his heart. The more he thought about it, the more terrible he felt. If he failed this time, Anawu Khan would never be able to recover. The entire grassland would surely surrender to the Central Plains. In a few years, even
It took decades to recover.
But he suddenly realized that he couldn't help being teased by the Liang Jun in front of him, and even more so by Daliao. Now Liang Jun must hate them prairie wolves. Once a fierce battle breaks out, the Liao army will gain the most.
Or, he discovered that they were not even the sharp swords in the hands of the Liao Army, but simply the artillery shells of the Liao Army. They were used to attack the Liang Army, weakening the Liang Army and weakening their own strength, and then became cannon fodder and disappeared. At this time, the Liao Army
The army will come to clean up the battlefield.
Anawu Khan clenched his fist tightly and made a crunching sound. He, Anawu Khan, the myth of the grassland, will never allow this to happen!
He looked at the stunned soldiers behind him, and then said solemnly: "Young men, pick up the weapons in your hands, defend your homeland, and kill the enemy with me!" After that, he jumped on his horse and jumped on his horse.
A black war horse with no hair on its body. This horse has been with him in battles for many years. Many years ago, he wrote myths on this horse. Today, he will still create myths on this horse!
Anawu Khan's face was tense. His face was full of ravines and vicissitudes of life. It was full of murderous intent and excitement. He loved this grassland so much. He was so passionate about it.
Love life on horseback.
The black lightning under his crotch, the big saber in his hand, no helmet or armor, and even his shirt was thrown directly under the horse because he felt it was cumbersome. Although Anau Khan was old, his body was still strong, and at this moment
He felt his blood boil all over his body, and the ugly scars on his body represented his bravery over the years.
Ever since he regained these tribes, it was just a small fight. He hadn't had this feeling for a long time. The light of swords and shadows were calling him, and life on horseback was his destination.
Anawu Khan kept saying to himself, today, I want to let the grassland know, I want to let the Han people know that I, the great man of Ana, are still young. No one can touch the grassland of my Ana family!
Seeing how brave the Khan was, the guards behind him violently picked up the weapons in their hands and charged towards the enemies in Daliang, waving their swords like crazy.
As for the leaders who were protected by their personal guards, seeing the figure of Anawu Khan seemed to awaken their memories. Many years ago, they were also so high-spirited and were among the best in their tribes. They
I also fought with Anau Khan. It was so glorious at that time...
These leaders no longer hesitated and no longer needed any pre-war mobilization. Anau Khan had used his personal actions to prove to them what a real grassland man was. The blood in their bodies was already boiling, and they were already convinced by Anau Khan.
Khan lit.
No longer hesitating, these men of the past on the grassland no longer just hid behind Anawu Khan's bodyguards, but instead pulled out the sabers from their waists, mounted the restless horses, and released the power within them.
Suddenly, the two torrents finally collided together. They were both fearless of life and death, and united as one. A huge wave was set off, and a thunder seemed to explode on the grassland. Liang Jun and Prairie Wolf just
In a moment of contact, dozens of men and horses on both sides were knocked off their horses. They avoided the horses' hooves, but they still continued to fight naked with anger.
The entire battlefield was filled with the clanging sound of iron colliding, and sparks generated after metal collision could be seen everywhere. In just one round of confrontation, there were hundreds of corpses on the ground in an instant.
At the same moment, some people were laughing and watching Liang Jun and the prairie men having fun and feeling complacent.
Dongfang Chengjian was covered in thick mink fur and looked at the dark war in the distance with a proud smile on his face. Very good, this is the effect he wanted. They were finally entangled together, the most powerful force on the grassland.
He is helping himself to be the vanguard. Soon, both sides will suffer heavy casualties. And that time is the best time for him to appear.
"Prince, what about Wushi Nazhesi's team?" Nangong Quanhe asked while exercising in Dongfang City.
"Don't worry, this is just a unit of Liang Jun. Besides, it seems that Nangong Feiran has not come. The real hungry wolves on the grassland are no longer the Ana family. They are now fighting the enemy tenaciously just to survive."
Dongfang Chengjian said slowly: "But Wu Shi's philosophy is different. His team doesn't want to live now, it just wants to die. All their clan members are dead, and they hate Liang Jun deeply. Wu
Shi Nazhesi was used to deal with Nangong Feiran!" Dongfang Chengjian said with a smile on his face again. He really admired himself so much that he suddenly thought of such a good strategy of killing many birds with one stone.
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Nangong Quanhe looked at the battle in the distance coldly, feeling a little heartbroken. These are his people in Daliang. But he kept reminding himself that those who achieve great things do not stick to trivial matters. In order to obtain the supreme throne, he can only
play hard.
The loyal master of these people is Nangong Feiran, so they can only die in battle.
Dongfeng Chengjian and Nangong Quanhe stood in the wind like stone sculptures, their hair flying in the wind. Their faces were filled with cold smiles, but they also had their own plans in their hearts.
As for Nangong Feiran, when the wind started blowing, he had already ordered the troops to stop marching and station themselves on the spot. The storm looked quite big, and he had long known that the most terrifying thing on the grassland was not the ferocious enemies, but the brutal wolves.