Chapter 457: Cicada catching

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Chapter 457 Catch the Cicada
"Hanshan's rattan is used as the back of the bow, and Lu Qilin's ribs are used as the bow string; the bow and arrow that penetrated through the twelve layers of sky and sky, flushed the ghost domain into cloudy clouds ...".
A loud song rang from the grassland, and in praise of the archer, Nadam started the archery competition. The game is divided into three types: static shot, riding shot and long shot. The style, weight, length, and pulling force of the bow and arrow are not limited. Each person shoots nine arrows and finishes shooting in three rounds. The top three are judged by the number of arrows in the target. This skillfully uses bows and arrows and occasional use distinguishes them.
Hong Niangzi, Feng Lei and others are good at personal martial arts. Archery still has a gap compared to the first-rate shooters on these grasslands. Static shooting and long-range shooting. Hong Niangzi rushed into the top three but came to the bottom, while Feng Lei and Jing Foer didn't even make the top ten, basically eliminating the possibility of continuing to participate in the wrestling competition.
The first shot is neither Buhe of Taining Wei nor Sukhbalu of Fuyuwei, but the Han Han of the Jurchen Tribe, the second is Buhe, and the third is Suhebalu. The lady ranked fourth. This time, the Jurchen Hara immediately attracted the attention of all parties.
Although the Red Lady wins the championship in the riding competition, her figure is too thin compared to the Mongolian Warriors, and the wrestling competition is a comprehensive use of strength and skills. The Mongolian nobles often use wrestling to select the promotion of the Lux, the Red Lady is like a Lux What?
Under the protection of the guards, Yang Ling and Cheng Qiyun came to the Bock Arena, and found a place in the round spectator court that the herdsmen spontaneously formed. They sat on the ground and looked at the center of the stadium, where it was now just a soft grass .
The game began, the first pair of players slowly walked towards the arena from both sides, they came over. The herdsmen who gathered around and cheered gave a burst of ridicule. The scenes on both sides are like a bull with a sharp horn swaying, facing a little white sheep. Compared with such a huge difference, this power competition does not have to go on.
Oncoming was the fighter Alatan Ulla of Fu Yuwei. This is a man in his early twenties, with a burly figure and a rounded waist. His thick neck was wearing a collar made of colorful fabrics, Jiang Ga, and he was wearing a bare top with black chest hair. The waistcoat was covered with foam nails made of brass and silk. Underneath was a fat pleated trouser made of sixteen-foot-long colored silk, with riding boots on his feet and majestic.
Looking up and down at Cui Ying, the only finalist from the Taka tribe of the Nanghe River, he raised his eyebrows and smiled disapprovingly on his face. This thin body, no matter how good the skill, it is impossible to beat him. His waist and feet are three times as thick as this Cui Ying. As long as a three-point force is used, it is enough to throw this white-skinned kid out of the game.
"Hey, get rid of this competitor for Sukhbaru, Master Baiyin will definitely give me a thick reward", Alatan Ula licked his thick lips. Hey laughed.
Everyone can see that the pseudonym Cui Ying is a Han, but the Duoyan Sanwei and Damingwei live together, and the Han Chinese here are the most, and the fusion effect is the best. Not only do many Mongolians wear Han Chinese at home and learn Chinese customs. There are also many things to marry and marry each other or to hire and work with each other. Feng Lei and Jing Fo'er, the rough men, can't see the appearance of a Chinese. Her identity.
Cui Ying'er struck Xuanyi and leaned against her, just like a warrior from the Central Plains. Compared with the strong mountain-like man in front of her, her figure gave a petite feeling. Although she is a man in the eyes of others. There are already kind-hearted shepherds shouting loudly, asking Alatanwula to be merciful, and don't hurt this handsome Hanke like a big girl.
Of course, the most fierce shouting is the straightforward and passionate Mongolian girls. Their compassion and overflowing motherhood made them immediately stand on the side of the red lady. The beautiful little white face is popular in front of the girl even if she travels all over the world.
The red lady's eyes did not stare at the Mongolian Han across the mountain, but secretly went to Yang Lingqu among the crowd. It would be fine if they couldn't meet each other, but they lived so close together. But can't see him every day. For Cui Ying'er, who has a deep passion for Yang Ling, it might be a torment.
But since Yang Ling scolded her last time. She no longer dared to rely on martial arts to make claims. As a contestant who stood out in the first two games, she must have attracted attention from many people. The Red Lady didn't care if someone had hit her, but she was afraid that Yang Ling would be in trouble.
With only one glance, Yang Ling's eyes met with concern, and the red lady withdrew her gaze, and her tight lips moved.
Opposite, Alatan Ula sang the challenge song, which is the habit of wrestlers. Before the appearance, sing the challenge song three times to gain a strong momentum. Cui Ying'er should have followed the same song, but the Red Lady was a Central Plain , Watching the other party singing just felt like trying to laugh, where did it come out.
Seeing that each other's Fu Yuwei's partners were in harmony, the momentum was very strong, and the Red Lady also stood there motionless with her hands on her back. Worried that her weak Feng Lei immediately greeted the brothers and cheered. Among them were Mongolian warriors, who sang war songs loudly, and the people who belonged to the White Army screamed in the Chinese language such as "Victory in victory, success in success, beating him out of the water".
Alatan Ula jumped out in an eagle-winged dance posture, and the red lady steadily walked towards the field, and in the middle she calmly walked there, standing underneath her feet, carrying her hands behind her, although she was comparable in size to him Petite, the movement is not in line with the heroic martial arts of Mongolian competition, but such a master raised his hand, even a look with awe-inspiring momentum, but no one dared to sneer.
Alatan Ullazasa only turned around the red lady twice with her arms. The red lady just stood with her hands down and looked at the void. No matter where he turned, not only did she not move, she did n’t even glance at the corner of her eyes, Alatan Ula couldn't help it anymore, and he threw up with a roar.
Mongolian wrestling grasped each other as soon as they came up. Any part of the knee above the ground was a failure, but they could not hold their legs, were not allowed to reverse joint movements, and were not allowed to pull their pants. Masters compete. It should have been a sumo wrestle, hovering in a circle, striking each other in the legs and knees, looking for each other's flaws. However, the figure of the red lady really makes no threat.
Alatan Ula is a well-known player of Fu Yuwei. He has fallen behind in the first two games and is already unwilling. He deliberately pulled back a game, so he used the most overbearing grab-and-throw technique. This is a skill that the two people have a great difference in strength. He wants to kill with one blow and take the lead.
A tiger leap, in the cry of the shepherds, his huge body turned flexibly, as if shaking from left to right. The infertility clasped the shoulder of the red lady, and lifted her body up all at once. The girls screamed with concern. If this rude man just throws Cui Ying out, the other party's body is so thin. Once on the ground, it is estimated that the lightest consequence is that the lumbar spine fell into several pieces and has since become a paralyzed man.
Alatan Ula really showed no mercy, and his huge body turned around. With the strength of the waist and legs, the red lady was thrown out ...
After being thrown into the air, the red lady closed her chest with a girdle. She fell over and fell steadily on the ground with her feet on the ground. There was no violation. The stunned Alatan Ulla roared and rushed over to catch her. The red lady's mouth smiled, and you moved in and out like a butterfly wearing flowers. The unspeakable grace of Yifu Piaopeng caused the girls on the grassland to be intoxicated, and the angry Ula jumped like thunder.
He just wanted to catch the fish-like slippery Cui Ying and subdue him with a hurry, but unexpectedly Cui Ying'er was not as good as Fang Cai's. He didn't touch the red lady better. The other person's body was embarrassed by the preparation. Not staggering forward. It was kicked back.
Such weirdness not only surprised the shepherds at the scene. Someone reported the news to the sweat tent, and Duoyan Queen Yin Qi and the Living Buddha also heard the news and walked out to see the excitement. Although there are ways to relieve energy in wrestling, there is no such a clever method of letting go, and there is no such effort to use force. Yin Qi looked at the handsome and handsome body and kung fu of the red lady, and she could n’t help but be obsessed. No one in the world can find a second person as fascinating as he is.
Qiuyang Zhuzha Living Buddha stared at him for a long while, and could not help admiring again and again, saying, "This Han Chinese should use the rather brilliant 18-practice method of dipping in the Han Chinese."
Of course, the red lady wouldn't fall into any clothes, but the living Buddha had never performed the Central Plains all her life. However, she heard many times that the monks in the temple mentioned the Central Plains Kung Fu. Yin Qi wondered: "What kind of skill is that, is it great?"
"It's awesome. This kind of kung fu is similar to our big handprint kung fu. It's a very clever martial art!"
Hearing such words, Queen Yinqi not only bet on the admiration of the red lady's corrective posture, but also a little more respect, even those who heard the words of the living Buddha on both sides were also in awe.
The news spread quickly, and those who were confident to win the wrestling championship were immediately frustrated. Even the living Buddha with great prestige also praised him so much, showing that his kung fu was really good. Although he did not use authentic wrestling techniques, he did not violate the rules of wrestling. Who can blame him?
Not to mention the victory of the game now, what they have to worry about is how to play decently, instead of going backwards and forwards like Ula.
People live for profit and die for profit. As Nadam gradually approached the end, those who were desperately pursuing profits began to perform the same slaughter in different places.
Hazen, the son of the chief of Sudori, who is the chief of the Jurchen, is celebrating with his brothers in his camp. He set up camp camps very far away. The core area is the camp camps of the Mongolians who came to participate in the competition, and the Han merchants who were very popular among the herdsmen. Jurchen has no place in the eyes of the Mongols, even though he is the son of a chief.
The arrogant Hara also did not want to see the Mongolian eyes, so he set the camp on a distant grassy slope, and only his fellow brothers who lived with him lived here. The sum of his first two achievements is already at the top. He is confident that he will never be weaker than anyone else in the blog game. It can be said that he is one step closer to the lovely girl from Queen Duoyan. Naturally very happy.
His father ’s jurisdiction is more than a thousand miles, and there are 600 residents under his hand. In Jianzhou Jurchen, it is a big tribe. If he can marry Queen Duoyan, his family will become the largest Jurchen family. There will be more and more Jurchens who are attached and surrendered. It is for this reason that Suowan sent his son to Duoyanwei. Hope to win the championship of Sanyi.
Hachi is indeed a very skilled warrior in the Jurchen tribe. His game is scheduled in the afternoon, where he can relax as much as it is better to go to the stadium and watch others play against the sun. Although after winning, it is inevitable that some of the heroes who participated in the competition and won in the morning will start, but Haji does not want to watch the game now.
There are more than 30 kinds of moves, such as kicking, tripping, entanglement, picking, and hooking, and more than 300 movements. These skills are well understood by the Chinese on the grassland. There are no tricks or secret techniques. It is all about the use of the other party and its own strength. In the face of different opponents, the skills and powers displayed by the other party are different. Observation and preconception are not beneficial.
There is no music. No singing and dancing, but Hachi and the brothers were very happy to drink. He has a large amount of wine, and moderate drinking will not affect his skills, but will increase his strength. Conducive to better play, when his tribe fights with other tribes, Hara often carries a pocket of liquor instead of drinking water.
Hullah took up the big bowl, and just sipped a bowl of hard liquor. Hearing a brother next to him talking about the beauty of Queen Yinqi, Hala could n’t help but put down the cup and laughed. It seemed that the noble and handsome little beauty had already Became his wife.
The weather is very clear, the wind blowing into the tent is so refreshing. This is a good day, and he will surely live up to his expectations and be successful. Hara thought in this way, pierced a blood sausage with a knife into his wide mouth, and chewed hard.
"Alas! Alas! Alas!" A burst of crackling sounded, and the wind in the tent suddenly increased, and the camp was suddenly cut by more than ten sharp steel knives at the same time, and then rushed in from those cracks. In one person. The hand is holding a sharp blade. Without saying a word, he pierced the back of the surprised Jurchen.
Be prepared to kill. And the opponent was obviously proficient in close-knit martial arts. The crackling sound had not disappeared in the ear. The sound of the blade entering the body sounded in the tent. A short scream, a sudden pool of blood piled up on the carpet.
As the leader of the brave warrior Hara, he was not spared. When his hands were lifted, and even a cup and a table with a table hit a handsome young Chinese who was rushing, he was shocked to find that he could still look like a ghost when he rushed over at an amazing speed Move sideways to avoid his sudden outburst of resistance.
No, it was not a traverse. The staggered body did not delay the forward speed at all. Haku's hand had just touched the handle of the knife, and the sword sharply thrust into his throat. Talking and laughing and the banquet disappeared in an instant, just a moment of kung fu, pools and corpses were everywhere in the tattered big tent, and it was desolate.
"Go!" The short order came from the Han man who stabbed to Hara. His sword edge rubbed against Hao's body, quickly returned the sheath, and led the few people out of the tent like smoke.
In the distance, two herdsmen were driving the flock to graze by the mirror-like Haizi, and a dozen people with flashing tattered tents jumped on horseback and walked far away. In the distance, no one seemed to pay attention to it. What happened is that there is one less powerful contender for the queen-in-law.
Just when the red lady fell sharply over the shoulder and smashed Ula's huge body to the ground, the news of Hachi's death arrived, and the grassland race was suddenly tense.
The Nadam meeting was forced to suspend, and Queen Yinqi personally took someone to deal with the Haji matter first. The Haku tribe is naturally vulnerable in her eyes, and the Jurchen tribe has no powerful influence. Although the Jurchen tribe is divided into three major departments, in fact, each interior is still full of constant tribal vendettas. They are not united, and there is no strong one. A powerful leader has no influence on Doyan Sanwei.
But a son of the chief who came to participate in the game died in her territory, that was a challenge to the authority of Queen Duoyan. If she did not stand up to preside over the overall situation at this time, she would lose the majesty of Queen Shunming in front of all the tribes. Exhausted.
Hachi was the only one of the warriors other than Duyan Sanwei who was qualified to win the championship before the Red Lady showed such outstanding martial arts. He was suddenly killed at this time. Moreover, this Jurchen tribe has no quarrels with the tribes in the competition area. The only explanation is that some people are afraid of his strength, so they are using dirty methods to eliminate the differences.
Tai Ningwei is suspected, Fu Yuwei is also suspected, and any party involved in the dismissal of the final winner is suspected, but the Red Lady does not, because of the effort she shows, she proves that she does not need to use this method at all. Even, she will be the next person the parties intend to remove.
The herdsmen on the grassland asked each other for news. All the locals were ordered to stay in place and were temporarily not allowed to leave. It wasn't until dusk that the queen Yinqi and Baiyin, Agudamu and other people drove back to the high platform like a gust of wind.
Queen Yinqi ascended to the high platform, and she announced that she had ordered an immediate investigation into the cause of Hara ’s death, and she must be punished severely by finding the murderer. Give the Jurchens an explanation and ask the grassland departments not to panic. At the same time, various tribes on the Nadamusai grassland lived together, and Yi and the murderer could take advantage of this opportunity, so they ordered the ministries to immediately move back to Duoyan City to live. Do not reside here.
Yin Qi ordered the deployment quite well, but she never surprised her, completely surprised her by the white tone of the little girl who had no idea.
Finally, Yin Qi glanced at the tribal herdsmen who were whispering in surprise. He announced loudly: "There are three people who are qualified to enter the finals, including Buhe, Sukhbalu and Cui Ying. Uncle Baiyin and Uncle Agudamu, please protect the safety of your nephew. As for this Cui Ying of the Taka tribe, they have the least manpower, and I will take him back to the palace until the end of Nadam! "
When the red lady was startled, she did not expect Yin Qi to openly express her affection for her. In order to protect her safety, let her live in the palace. She couldn't help looking up at the platform, her eyes met Yin Qi, and she touched the little girl's eager, smiling eyes, and the red lady was numb, and she suddenly had goose bumps.
The red lady who is not afraid of the sky is afraid of Queen Yinqi. She quietly casts her begging look on Yang Ling, who is smiling. Just a slight blow to her. Let her mind calm down. And Cheng Qiyun behind him, the wicked woman cast a smile on her. Blink tightly, then nodded gently. Thinking of the agreement between the two, and then looked deeply at Yang Ling, who was determined, the red lady had to bite the bullet and reluctantly walked towards Queen Yinqi.
The afterglow of the setting sun fell on her, with a long shadow, and she was awe-inspiring on Nadam, now she was like a prisoner in prison, miserable ...
At this time, the Horqin grassland was blazing, and this season, the grass was not easy to ignite, but if the tents, carpets, and bedding of nearly three thousand people in the Wuenqi tribe were poured with butter and fat, let them burn to the fullest The grass that grows over the waist will soon be dried and ignited, and a thick black smoke will be emitted. Then, under the wind, the spitting flames will burn to the distance.
It's too vicious. This season is when the water plants are most abundant. Few grassland tribes ignite the grasslands where they live to fight each other when they fight each other. This is the life of the absolute Fang people. But now, the madman has actually done things that are indignant.
The survivors of the Wuenqi tribe cried to escape their lives on the grassland. They are now convinced that the people dressed up by the Hu merchants in the Western Regions are the people who did not send the messengers. They must go back and report to the chief immediately: Horqin started!
This mercenary was originally a group of desperates, and now has been directly entrusted by Cheng Qiyun and Adene: you can use all methods to attack the grassland departments, and you can successfully provoke a war between them. Everyone is a great deed, and can get a lot of rewards, and all the proceeds of the plunder belong to the individual. What else do they care about.
Thumi led the people all the way to the north. This area was originally the area bordered by the Wa'ai, the White Army and the Horqin. It is relatively safe and peaceful. As long as you accelerate towards the northeast, you can return to the sphere of influence of the White Army, it will be much safer, after all, they are just a small unit.
They walked all the way. All the way to the fire, fires and thick smoke rose from all over the Horqin grassland!
The robbers screamed in excitement, and the hump was filled with goods. This time, everything except the appearance had been replaced with real property, which was plundered from the Wu Enqi tribe.
Along a crooked river, it traveled for dozens of miles, down a high slope. They ignited a pile of fire again. The grass here was more lush and once more flaming, the wind suddenly increased, and the flames suddenly rushed towards the hinterland of Horqin. The thick smoke in the sky is like a black dragon, still with the ashes of the burning trees.
"Ha ha ha ha ...", Tumi stood on the high and laughed loudly. At the same time, Qianli eyes in his hands watched the devastating effects created by himself with great interest. They were originally predators on the grassland. They did n’t need to graze, and they did n’t even consider this fire. If the wind continued to burn and turn Wanqing grassland into black soil, how would the tribes in this land live? .
In fact, he does not have to think about it. The seven major disasters in the grassland, white disaster (big snowstorm) and black disaster (no snow in winter) are nightmares of the entire grassland. Whenever this happens, they will become robbers of the whole people. Taking farming and wealthy Han people as cattle and sheep, plundering, burning and killing do nothing.
As for wind, fire, drought, disease, and wolf disasters, which tribe encounters which tribe is unlucky, even if there is no hatred with other tribes, most of their final endings will go to live and die with the unaffected tribe for survival. . Now, artificially create a few large fires, let them vent their anger on the head of the Valar.
"Chief. We should leave here," said the Korean swordsman.
"Wait, brother, don't you think this is a rare sight? You should appreciate it, but we rarely do such interesting things." Tun Mi replied with a smile, and his moving "Qianliyan" stopped suddenly. After a while, he said, "Hey! Someone is coming."
The men immediately became nervous. Someone has shot out the sword. Swallow smiled: "Don't be nervous, there are only a few hundred people. They are Tatars, ah, really embarrassed, why are they running over against the fire?"
In the camera, it was clearly seen that hundreds of knights were drawing arcs, desperately trying to bypass the fire and rushing from the side. But the fire was burning too fast, they were very embarrassed to avoid the ground, everyone covered their faces with cloth towels, but still blinded by the smoke and ashes, they could not open their eyes, if they were still tightly controlling the horse, the horse Long gone and fled.
"Hundreds of people? That's not enough. They don't want to put out the fire or cut off the grassland. What are they going to do here?" Asked Jin Cunhao, a Korean swordsman.
The treacherous businessman shook his face and smiled coldly: "Why not, we have no friends here, everyone we can meet is our enemy, everyone who can kill must find a way to kill . Kill them too, and give them a little more fire. Hey, everyone, come and let us prepare well. "
The wolf-like fighters began nervous preparations again. Soon, they became a leisurely singing folk songs from afar, walking on the prairie merchants, and greeted the rushing knights.
The marching team rushed to the front with a smoky smoke and pyrotechnics. Their bodies and faces were gray, their eyes were half open, and some people still shed tears, although most people were there. They coughed desperately, but they were still alertly holding the sword in their hands and looking at the marching team.
The voices and dresses of Tun Mi and others, especially the few women in the merchant team, quickly dispelled their doubts, and no team would take women with them.
A leader-like person approached, politely greeted Thumi and asked for some fresh water. They needed to moisten their thirsty throats. Tunmi promised them with enthusiasm and asked someone to remove the water bag from under the hump and give them generously to these disgraced knights.
They apparently just got out of the continuous fire field, not only the blood was boiling at the speed of running, but also because the fly ash was too choking along the way, and they couldn't even breathe. At this time, there was a lot of clean water, everyone was drinking it as much as possible, and others were drinking it, and sprayed the water on their heads and necks. These sturdy knights burst into laughter.
The beard of the jaw had a beard, but the gentleman of the gentleman hadn't even begun to take a sip. He didn't move, and the twenty or so sharp-eyed men who stood in front of him stood straight on the horse, although they choked His face was black and gray, his lips were chapped, and he was still a pile, and he didn't even move his eyes elsewhere.
Such a dedicated guard. Moreover, everyone's figure is like a cast iron. It can be seen that as long as the long knife is pulled out of the waist, they are all like a man of all kinds, and they can't help but be secretly curious and secretly curious about In front of him, this does not seem to be the leader of the king.
But no matter who he is, this battle is inevitable. When the horse escapes from the fire, the thing they want most is the clear water. So Tumi has poisoned people in the water in advance. Although these warriors only have hundreds of people, but looking at the mighty momentum, even the armored team of thousands of people is still unmatched.
What Swami and others believe in is: as long as you can kill your opponent, which method is the most labor-saving, then what method is used. mean. It is a kind of appreciation; shameless, it also needs skills. Can not be a hero, never pretend to be a big tail wolf!
Seeing the unscrupulous subordinates, the slightly gentle leader laughed. Politely swallowed and swallowed the chest: "My men are too rude, so much water is wasted, and I will compensate you in a moment."
Swallow smiled and said: "It doesn't matter. There are rivers and seas everywhere on this grassland, and our water source will be supplemented soon." He handed a bag of clear water to the man and smiled: "You also drink a little. It's unfortunate, I don't know if it's a thunder fire or a shepherd. It's a big fire that caused a big fire. Pasture ".
"Thank you!" The man took the water bag, unscrewed the cork, and laughed: "Yeah, I just got out of the fire, I wanted to go north, but there was more violent burning, and we also I do n’t know how big the fire field is. But I dare not take risks. Well, this one. Horqin suffered heavy losses. "
With a hint of gloating in his tone, he looked at him alertly, but saw that the man unscrewed the cork, and just put the water bag close to his lips, he stopped moving, and his eyes were fixed on his Horse body.
Swallowing his head subconsciously glanced down, his heart was not tight, he was too careless, there was a mass of blood that had not been brushed off under the horse's belly, including his boots, and there were blood stains on it. This cannot be excused by slaughtering cattle and sheep. You must know that people who walk the grassland all year round slaughter a sheep with a large slap knife, until the whole sheepskin is peeled off, and it will not splash a drop of blood on the ground. Will it stain your boots? Even worse, spraying on the horse's belly is even more impossible.
"Do you want to explain that a horse thief was encountered on the road?" Tun Misi thought, the man had put down the water bag, and his hand slowly touched the saber on his waist, with a watchful expression on his face: "Oh, you are from Businessmen from the Western Regions do n’t know how to collect the current taxes in Yili? "
Swallowing a bitter smile in his heart, he is doing no business, how can he care about the tax on Turpan?
The elegantly middle-aged man stared at his eyes tightly, swept left and right slyly, and then raised his eyes to meet the man's eyes and laughed. The leader pressed the knife and gave a brisk laugh.
The laughter didn't stop, the shoulders of the two moved at the same time, the saber on the waist had waved a halo, and with a whine of wind, rolled towards the other's head.
The water bag was thrown into the air. I do n’t know whose knife was split first, just like the silver bottle that was broken at first, and the bright water droplets spilled into the sky, reflecting the cold knife lights of each other, and crashed together.
Two people shouted a word at the same time: "Kill!"
A chaotic war broke out on the grassland where the flames had just burned and the black and gray butterflies were flying ...
When the wheel-like red sun hangs on the horizon with a soft red light, it looks as if it has reached the end of the sky. However, that is not the end of the sky, but the end of life.
At the foot of it was a piece of Gobi, and only scattered vegetation swayed in the evening breeze. Tunmi led the cavalry to chase down the leader of the cavalry, he had chased the poor.
Tunmi did not want to rush to kill, leaving a few live mouths to go to various tribes to manipulate the right and wrong, which is beneficial to them, but the fighting force of this hundreds of cavalry team is too powerful, although most soldiers have taken poison. And quickly lost his fighting power, but the leader relied on the force of more than twenty guards beside him, and rushed out of his surroundings of more than 200 people.
Tunmi knows his subordinates well. They are not inferior to the soldiers of the grasslands. The melee ability is even stronger. The opponent's guard is so powerful. There is only one explanation. This team looks like an ordinary knight team. In fact, all of them are elite soldiers who have been selected from among the brave and brave warriors.
Then the leader they protect must be an extraordinary person, so ... rather kill wrong, don't let it go!
He did not rush to be like a bereavement dog, desperately whipping the mount, only two followers were behind him.
He was the grandson of Tiansheng Khan. Tiansheng Khan personally captured the emperor of Ming Dynasty; Tiansheng Khan once forced Genghis Khan's descendants to nowhere; then in his hand, he humiliated and proclaimed to Boyan Gong. He was even deprived of the title of Khan.
His palace is no longer allowed to call the palace, the crown tassel on his head is forced to be cut off, he can only sit on his knees in the temple, this series of things, always remind him of humiliation. He wanted to revive the former prestige, he wanted to regain the glory of his grandfather. His ambition is even greater than Boyan.
But Huo Si is really not a good cooperative partner. This special leader of the Mongolian black dog is too fond of killing with a knife. He always encourages and discourages people from conflicting with Bo Yan, and Huo Si seems to have been Rush on the front line. However, there are few substantive conflicts with Boyan, which makes it necessary to turn his eyes to the farther east, and directly contact the Doyan Sanwei across the Boyan Department.
The negotiation between Meng En and the Queen Yinqi involves the cooperation of two powerful tribes, and there are too many details to discuss. When the situation in this battlefield changes rapidly, it is essential for Meng En to send the news over the Baiyan tribe Impossible, so he came in person.
This is an adventure, but the cost of the adventure is worth it, success and failure. That's the difference from slave to emperor. It's worth throwing your head at the blood, let alone a secret meeting.
The route he chose was the border between the White Army and Boyan forces, mainly passing through the peaceful Horqin grassland. At the enemy ’s site, the fewer people he took, the less noticeable he was. Thousands of close-up iron guards came to do this adventure. But no one thought. Strong winds and waves came over. Actually planted in this small gutter.
"They ... they should be a gang of horse thieves," and they don't think gasping. A sweat with hundreds of thousands of people. It was chased by a group of hundreds of horse thieves and ran desperately ... without grinning, some wanted to cry.
The sunset is about to fall, and the twilight is coming. On the vast grassland, there are green grass waves rolling, and hundreds of knights in the grass waves are chasing after the looming sunset that is about to go west.
Tunmi once again pulled up the bow, and the sharp arrows clustered against the dark red sunlight, like fangs.
He grinned, the arrow came out of the wind, and he shot it.
The next day after the shooting, it was also an arrow.
With one arrow swallowed, the sun was also shot, the only leader who united and commanded many and many tribes. It's just that he swallowed himself but didn't know that what he was about to kill was such a big man.