"We are the cavalry of the Great Huns. Two hundred people are enough to crush you. After all, you are the escort of the mission. Don't worry, I will keep your life, but as a lesson I will break both of your legs." !”
Mutulu asked and answered angrily.
"Let me tell you, boss, why are you talking so much nonsense to them? After the fight, let's go back and eat meat. We finally got to the Xiongnu. If we don't eat more, we will be really sorry for ourselves! Let's eat more now. One bite will save the Huns from eating, which is a good thing for the country!"
"You fucking know how to eat! Get to the back!"
Yuan Qing's face suddenly turned dark, and he kicked Gouzi on the butt in annoyance.
Gouzi was really depressed now. The flattery slapped directly on the horse's leg, so he could only carry his Mo Dao and walk towards the back.
"You should be careful. Our Mo Dao Army has the best combat power in the world. We will not hold back today. If you die, don't blame us!"
Regarding these self-righteous Huns, Yuan Qing didn't know whether they were brave or stupid.
"The warriors of the Great Huns are always ready to die fighting for the Great Chanyu. Don't worry, even if you kill us all, no one will seek revenge from you!"
I have to say that Mutulu was too straightforward. As soon as he said these words, even the Huns began to roll their eyes at him.
This damn guy is talking about death and death before the fight even starts. Even if these Huns don't pay attention to this, they are still looking at him angrily.
If it weren't for the fact that this kid was so big that even the Huns were in awe, someone would have already started shooting cold arrows at his back by now.
"Okay! Since you are so sure, let's get started!"
It's hard to persuade the damn ghosts with good words. Since these Huns are eager to die, then I can help them.
It just so happened that we could use these people to establish our power. Yuan Qing had already prepared it. If these high-ranking Xiongnu officials didn't show up to stop him, he would bring his team here every day to show off his power!
I was slapped in the face every day, so I couldn’t believe that all the Hun nobles didn’t take it seriously!
This kind of thing happens once or twice, and they can still cover it up a little, but if it happens every day, I am afraid that the angry Huns people will doubt whether each of these nobles is qualified!
Under normal circumstances, the low-level Huns herdsmen would not dare to doubt the dissolution of these nobles.
But if their reputations are ruined one by one, that's a different matter.
After all, the people on the grasslands all agree in their bones that the strong are respected and the weak are eaten by the strong.
For them, it is their instinct to follow the strong. If their leader cannot prove his strength, he will soon be abandoned by these herdsmen!
Seeing that the battle between the two sides was about to break out, the Huns who were watching the excitement immediately retreated into the distance.
Fortunately, this is the royal court of the Huns after all, and almost everyone can ride on a war horse.
Just outside the royal court, Mo Daojun once again got into a stance with the Huns, preparing to fight openly.
After these Huns experienced two consecutive defeats, now at this time, they can't wait for a victory.
Only with the blood of Han people can we wash away the shame these Han people have brought to us.
Even before the battle started, the Huns around them had already begun to cheer one by one.
"I said these Huns are too ungrateful. There are so many of them. What do they mean? Is this meant to scare us?"
Listening to the deafening cheers coming from all around, Gouzi couldn't help but take off his helmet and pick his ears.
This damn home field advantage is too great!
Even Yuan Qing has nothing to do about this. After all, this is the territory of the Huns. If they Han people want to be treated like this, it will be in their next life.
What makes people speechless is that all those coquettish Huns are really happy.
Many of the Huns who could play actually got on their horses and started doing acrobatics one by one.
Although their equestrian skills are indeed amazing, Yuan Qing doesn't know whether to laugh or get angry when they are doing such tricks here.
The more they juggled, the louder the cheers of the Huns onlookers became.
What's more, some Hun women actually started ogling the jugglers.
"Mom, let me win more beautifully in a moment, and chop all these juggling grandsons into eight pieces for me!"
Yuan Qing was really angry, these bastards really didn't take themselves seriously!
This is the first time since Mo Daojun became famous that someone dared to look down upon them like this.
"promise!"
The soldiers around Yuan Qing immediately agreed loudly.
"I said you guys are still going to fight me? I'm rushing back to eat some meat. It's almost fucking noon. If you don't do anything, I'm going back!"
These guys have been playing for a long time, but until now, they still have no intention of taking action.
Yuan Qing was really speechless and cursed with a dark face.
"Damn Han people, you are impatient to let you live a little longer, then let grandpa send you to death!"
A man who was flirting with those Hun women immediately began to curse.
But even though they were cursing, these Huns still formed a cavalry charge formation!
After all, murder and arson are woven into the fabric of this nation.
For these Huns, their rite of passage was to kill a Han.
Only a man who has killed someone is a good warrior, and only a warrior is worthy of enjoying women, cattle and sheep.
As for those weaklings, they can only be herd slaves!
Looking at their formation, Yuan Qing sneered and put down his visor.
The weather is slowly getting hotter. After putting down the mask, I even started to feel a little stuffy.
Yuan Qing couldn't help but look forward to the actions of the Huns. After finishing this boring killing quickly, he could go back and enjoy the cattle and sheep contributed by the Huns.
I have to say that during the few days they came to live with the Xiongnu, the cattle and sheep they ate tasted much more fragrant than the cattle and sheep in the Han Dynasty.
Moreover, this thing is now open to supply, and you can eat as much as you want.
The rumble of horse hooves finally began to sound, and the Huns once again charged towards the Modao Army's formation.
Before the teams of both sides collided, the Huns' cheers started to sound like thunder.
The soldiers of the Modao Army silently clenched the Modao in their hands. After enduring for so many days, they could finally eat meat in a legitimate manner!
