The Xianbei people were riding war horses heard the roar of the beast, their tendons and legs were weak, and their limbs were trembling. Two horses even stumbled and fell to the ground, throwing the knight on their backs away. ~~~~

The Xianbei people looked at this scene in horror, their faces as if dead.

They were surprised to see Liu Bian dialing the arrow with his spear.

They were trembling when they saw Liu Bian killing five companions in a charge.

Seeing the roar of the moat beast, their mounts lost their courage and trembled. They noticed that Liu Bian was riding not a white horse, but a monster, a monster with horns and tiger claws. This time, they were completely stunned.

Are we facing man or god, and what kind of monster is he riding?

No matter what the Xianbei people thought, Liu Bian chased after him, waved his iron spear, and killed the Xianbei people one by one. Seeing the beast chasing him, the Xianbei people's war horses could not move even their steps, let alone run away. No matter how the Xianbei people kicked and beat them, these war horses did not obey the orders. Some even knelt down in the snow, bowed their heads and let their owners be easily assassinated by Liu Bian. Some Xianbei people jumped off the horse's back and fought on foot, but unfortunately their courage was useless. In front of Liu Bian, they had no chance at all, and they were killed by Liu Bian without even having time to swing their weapons.

In a moment, Liu Bian killed all seventeen Xianbei scouts, let the beast knock down a sword, eat a lot, and pick two more good arrows, then chased Diao Chan and Wang Qiang. After walking a few miles, he saw Diao Chan first and couldn't help laughing: "Why, are you afraid I'm in danger?"

Diao Chan smiled sweetly: "No. I am afraid that I am in danger and dare not stay too far away from my husband."

Liu Bian smiled and reached out to wrap his hand around Diao Chan's shoulder: "Is it because Wang Qiang is in trouble, I want to be alone with me, right?"

Diao Chan blushed and smiled without saying a word.

"It's a good thing that he is a man. If he is a woman, how nervous would you have to be?"

"Husband, I...I don't mean that." Diao Chan became nervous and quickly explained: "I...I just..."

"Okay, kidding. Why are you so nervous?" Liu Bian laughed loudly. He reached out and picked up Diao Chan, took off the ski pole on her feet, threw it on the sled, and then hugged her and got on the sled. He kicked her gently. The siege took a step and ran. Even though he was carrying two people, it was still relaxed and free. The siege came out of Diao Chan's arms. He jumped into its exclusive position, wrapped the sharp horns of the siege with his fluffy tail, and screamed with excitement as the siege of the siege.

Diao Chan blushed and snuggled in Liu Bian's arms, saying something wrong: "Husband, Wang Qiang is right in front of you."

"Don't worry about him." Liu Bian looked at the back in the distance: "For the sake of enlightenment, he is now running wildly, so how can he pay attention to us?"

...

As night fell, Murong Feng led a thousand personal guard camps to arrive.

The soldiers of the personal guard camp dismounted and stood around the seventeen corpses. No one dared to step into this circle easily to avoid damaging the scene.

Murong Feng got off the horse, stepped on the sound of snow, walked to the first corpse, squatted down, looked quietly for a while, and then reached out to put the corpse flat. The dead knight showed his frozen face, with wide eyes on his face, and the fear of being frozen. In his throat, a black blood hole was shocking.

Murong Feng frowned, took two steps forward, suddenly stopped, stared at a string of claw marks in the snow, and asked in a deep voice: "Is this the footprint of the divine beast?"

He Lian nodded: "It should be that the divine beasts are said to have the claws of tigers and leopards. They are called "the Han people."

Murong Feng's eyes were cold, and he snorted, and his anger surged. Liu Bian actually treated the Xianbei divine beasts as mounts, and he couldn't bear it anymore. He said nothing, walked into the battle circle alone, carefully checking each corpse, no matter how big or small it was. Even the two missing arrow bags on the dead soldiers could not escape his eyes.

He got back on his horse, raised his head, and looked at the horizon in the distance: "Stop moving forward, camp on the spot. Raise the fire, cremate all the dead, let the wizard summon their souls and send them back to the ancestral mountain."

The guards responded with a loud voice and began to be busy in an orderly manner. He Lian was puzzled: "Master, the further you go, the more unfavorable it is for us. Since you have discovered Liu Bian's traces, why don't you catch up immediately? After resting for a night, he may go further."

"Liu Bian is powerful and suitable for his sneak attack at night, but not for his army to encircle him." Murong Feng turned his horse's head and walked forward. He Lian's face felt hot, as if he had been slapped by Murong Feng, and his face was red. He looked at the corpses who died in the snow with lingering fear. Thinking of the consequences of being attacked by Liu Bian at night, he felt chills on his back.

...

On a small hill fifty miles away from Murong Feng Camp, Liu Bian, Diao Chan and Wang Qiang were resting in a small cave with lee. Wang Qiang ran for an hour, and now he was exhausted, his heart was beating like a drum, and his hands and feet were weak. However, he still forced to set the fire and prepared supper, and then sat aside and gasped.

“How does it feel?”

"It's so tired." Wang Qiang smiled weakly: "It's as if all the strength in his body has been drained, and it hurts even if he inhales."

"I can't tell you're good enough." Liu Bian smiled and pulled the fire with the branches: "Drink less soup and eat a few pieces of meat, don't be too much. Too full in the abdomen is not conducive to the circulation of the qi and meridians."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Wang Qiang was very grateful: "If I could realize my life earlier and serve Your Majesty, I would be fine if I was hungry for a few days."

"Do you want to fast?" Liu Bian joked: "Fasting is not something that ordinary people can do. If you haven't reached that level, you can barely do it. Fasting can only be a way to lose weight, not a way to practice Taoism."

Wang Qiang blinked, not entangled in the new words Liu Bian said. He didn't understand why anyone wanted to lose weight. He had big ears and round waists, and wasn't it good to lose weight? Why did he have to work hard to lose weight? Even women, there was no need to hold each of them with a slim waist.

"Your Majesty, are you going out tonight?"

Liu Bian shook his head. These days, he actually rarely slept, let alone had fun with Diao Chan. Every night, he would go out for a while to inquire about the situation nearby so as not to be touched by the enemy. His sensing ability is more than ordinary people, and his coverage is limited after all, and his eagle is not an owl. His night vision ability is not as strong as that, and it is impossible for him to fly in the sky all the time. If he is careless and touched by Murong Feng, he will not dare to retreat without hesitation.

Wang Qiang was quite alert. He knew that he went out at night. It seemed that life on the grassland was not very peaceful in recent years. People were only so alert in dangerous environments.

"Today I will protect the law for you, and leave the inspection to the Biao Beast."

Wang Qiang's eyes heated up and almost burst into tears.

...

He Lian rubbed his eyes and walked into Murong Feng's tent, forcing himself to force himself: "Master, what are the instructions?"

Murong Feng glanced at him, pointed to the animal skin opposite, and signaled him to sit down and talk. He Lian looked at the worn animal skins, said nothing, and sat down properly. The life of living under someone else's roof has left him without any dignity, not to mention that he is still hoping to leave a good impression on Murong Feng, kill Liu Bian together, and regain the Khan Mountain. Even if Murong Feng refused to kill Huaitou and let him be the King of Xianbei, at least he could make him the leader of a tribe.

"You have read books from the Han people. Tell me, what are Liu Bian doing now?"

He Lian pondered for a moment and said word by word: "Escape north and run desperately."

Murong Feng didn't speak, looked at He Lian quietly, with a cold expression.

He Lian said, "His greatest reliance is the dragon. He goes north for the dragon. As long as there is a dragon in his hand, let alone the five thousand soldiers of the Grand Marshal, even if it increases ten times more, it may not be his opponent."

"Is the dragon so powerful?" As deep as Murong Feng, he couldn't help but refute it when he heard this.

"Master, have you heard of the Battle of Makino?"

Murong Feng thought for a long time, but still didn't remember when the Battle of Muye was. In his understanding of the Han people, he had no memory of Long participating in the battle. Looking at Murong Feng's confused expression and smiling in his heart, he did not show any expression on his face, but he became even more humble.

"The Battle of Muye is the Battle of King Wu of Zhou to defeat Yin. In the Han Chinese's classics, this is a war of benevolence and righteousness over brutality. It is precisely because King Wu of Zhou pursues benevolence and righteousness that he defeated King Zhou with fewer and more, and defeated King Zhou with 700,000 soldiers with 45,000 people. Some people say that the 700,000 people were slaves and prisoners, and turned against him at the last minute, which led to King Wu of Zhou's great victory and King Zhou's great defeat. However, how could the 700,000 people turn against him at the same time? Unless they saw the strength of King Wu of Zhou at the same time."

Murong Feng sat upright unnaturally: "Is it because of the dragon?"

He Lian nodded: "The King Wu of Zhou has a dragon. When the dragon appeared from the Yellow River and attacked the Shang army's rear formation, the Shang army collapsed suddenly. The dragon was so huge that King Zhou could see it on the head of Chaoge's city. In fact, before the war began, King Zhou knew that he had been defeated, so, before King Wu of Zhou entered the city, he gathered fire in Lutai and burned it. He would rather burn all the treasures he collected than leave them to King Wu of Zhou."

Murong Feng is skeptical.

He Lian smiled. "If it weren't for the dragon, the Han Dynasty would have perished the year before yesterday, so how could it last until now? The reason why Yuan Shao of Shandong was unable to attack Luoyang was because he was afraid of the dragon. If Liu Bian died and the dragon had no master, then the Han Dynasty..." He Lian stretched out his hand and slowly clenched in front of Murong Feng: "Bingzhou, Youzhou and even Liangzhou will be the ranch for our Xianbei people. Grandmaster, you don't have to hide in the Beihai."

Murong Feng's eyes trembled, murderous aura burst out, and He Lian was so scared that he was furious that he was furious. The smile on his face disappeared, and he looked at Murong Feng trembled, regretting Mo Die. Murong Feng stared at He Lian coldly: "Liu Bian is dead, who will become the master of the dragon? Will it be you, He Lian?"
Chapter completed!