"kill--"
After a cry of killing, a burst of rapid horse hooves directly cut through the tranquility of the night sky.
The Mo Dao Army soldiers beside Yuan Qing had already picked up their Mo Dao and put down their visors. They were silently waiting for the enemy's arrival with the help of burning torches on the chariot formation.
The cavalry slowly approached, and to Zhi Shili's surprise, the Han people showed no panic at all.
Not even making any noise, everyone was walking towards their positions in an orderly manner.
This made him feel a bad feeling in his heart. These people were too calm. Could it be that he encountered an iron plate today?
It's just that there is no turning back, and we have reached this point.
If we turn around and go back at this time, it will really bring shame on the Sanhua Department.
From now on, all the tribes within a thousand miles will probably make themselves a joke.
Warriors on the grassland, if anyone is called a kid, he will never be able to hold his head up for the rest of his life.
Although he felt something was wrong in his heart, he still led the cavalry to get closer!
"I'm waiting. I'm an envoy from the Han Dynasty. I went to the King's Court of the Huns to pay a visit to the military official Shanyu. Please retreat quickly! Don't blame us for being ruthless if you dare to approach again."
After the Huns' cavalry approached the car formation, Yuan Qing shouted loudly.
It must be said that the name of this mission still makes these Huns a little afraid.
After all, when two countries are at war, it is an established rule not to kill envoys.
But the problem is, Duoba and the others came here for money tonight, and they were about to succeed. How could they let them go just because they were missionaries?
"What should I do, young patriarch?"
Zhi Weili was somewhat hesitant. If he really killed the people in these missions, it would be difficult to explain the matter to the Great Chanyu.
"Nonsense! This is no longer a mission. These are clearly a group of Han Dynasty profiteers. Get rid of them."
Looking at the gorgeous armors on those soldiers and the wooden boxes piled in the center of the car formation, how could Duoba give up at this time?
"Young clan leader has an order, kill!"
"kill--"
There was a sneer on the corner of Yuan Qing's mouth, this is why there is a way to heaven but you don't take it, and there is no door to hell but you just break in.
"Open a passage and let them in. These horses are really good. They are a little tired of eating dried meat along the way, so it's just a good time for a change of taste."
As Yuan Qing spoke, he stuck out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips, as if he was savoring the deliciousness of horse meat.
The soldiers around Yuan Qing also sneered. Someone immediately stepped forward and moved the two cars in the center of the formation.
A road was left for these Huns that could allow three horses to pass parallelly.
Seeing these Han people actually making way for him, Duoba suddenly felt that something was not quite right.
But before he had time to react, Zhi Zhi failed and a group of soldiers had already crashed into it.
"kill--"
Yuan Qing took the lead, stamped his right foot on the ground hard, held the knife in both hands, turned around, and slashed directly at Zhi Zhi's weak body with a knife!
"ah--"
"puff--"
With a muffled sound, Zhi lost his strength and only had time to let out a scream. Yuan Qing's entire body was chopped into four pieces by his men and horses.
The blood rushing in his body suddenly sprayed everywhere, and the unique fishy smell of human blood began to spread around.
The soldiers following Yuan Qing also followed suit.
It was just a confrontation, and the team that came in due to failure had been directly reduced to pieces.
Their blood dyed the armor of the Modao Army soldiers red, and the strong smell of blood made the night feel weird.
Smelling the long-lost smell of blood, Yuan Qing took a deep breath with great enjoyment.
This sudden scene immediately disrupted the Huns' offensive position.
The strength of these Han people far exceeded their imagination, but when they stopped, Mo Daojun was not prepared to let them go.
Yuan Qing just waved his hand, and immediately a group of soldiers rushed out through the gap in the car formation and rushed into the crowd, slashing and killing everyone they met.
Another group of soldiers opened a gap again from the rear of the vehicle formation and quietly walked around behind them.
"Get out! Get out!"
Duoba felt a chill on his back. By the time he reacted, the soldiers he had brought with him had actually been killed by more than a hundred people by the Mo Dao army.
These people are all the foundation for him to gain a foothold in the Sanhua Department. If these people really die, then he will have to rely on others in the future!
It's just that if he wants to leave, he has to see if they let him go!
"kill--"
He had just turned the horse's head when he suddenly heard another cry of killing coming from behind him. Then, another group of brightly armored soldiers, holding Mo Dao, blocked their retreat.
After Duoba hesitated for a moment, the soldiers behind him immediately slowed down.
Immediately afterwards, Yuan Qing, who was behind him, had already led a large group to cover up the enemy.
"The Han Mo Dao Army is here. If you want to survive, please dismount and surrender!"
Yuan Qing's words immediately made everyone feel terrified.
Only then did Duoba think about it, why did the weapon in the hands of these Han soldiers look so familiar?
Isn't this the same Mo Dao that those uncles talked about with a change of expression?
After thinking of this, Duoba really wanted to give himself a hammer on the head.
The robbery actually happened to Mo Daojun. How many times did he have to be kicked in the head by a donkey to do something like this?
"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, everything is a misunderstanding."
Seeing that there was no way to escape, Duoba quickly dismounted his horse and said with his hands raised high.
He couldn't care less about being embarrassed or not now, if all these people died here.
I'm afraid that in the days to come, even if he is alive, life will be worse than death.
On the grassland, the fight for tribal chiefs was far more bloody than the fight between the disciples of the big families in Chang'an City.
At least those children of big families who failed in the power struggle can still return to their family's ancestral land and live a peaceful and prosperous life.
But on the grassland, those who lose the fight will only die, and only those who survive can have everything.
The strong have everything, the weak will die. This is the rule on the grassland, everything is based on strength.
"Bah! What a fucking weakling. I originally thought I could kill a lot. Where did I go from here?"
Gouzi sighed angrily and said with some disdain.
His voice was not loud, but it was enough for Duoba to hear clearly. Duoba's face suddenly turned green and red, but he did not dare to break out...
