On April 20th, the fourth year of Jian'an, the north.

The drizzle gradually stopped, and the mist in the mountains covered the majestic and beautiful Bailang Mountain. The winding mountains seemed particularly quiet and solemn on this cloudy day. In the mountains, you can occasionally see smoke rising and surging through the forest. At the foot of the mountain, the Wuhuan tribes spread in groups in groups, forming a huge clan camp. They stretched out dozens of miles or even hundreds of miles along the center of Bailang Mountain. They could see the settlements of Wuhuan people, and even many Han people were mixed in.

Near the northwest direction, the cattle and sheep slid their ears slightly, gnawing on the tender green grass leisurely and comfortably, and the river flowed through this field. The clouds of war from afar have not yet blown into the ears of ordinary herders. After the snow melted in spring, the herders who were grazing for a living naturally chose to let the cattle and sheep that were hungry for a winter eat and gain weight. Unlike usual, most of the Wuhuan people brought bows, arrows, bone knives or inferior hunting knives at this time. After all, the Han soldiers massacred Wuhuan herders in recent years have more or less happened on this land, which makes them more or less wary and afraid.

However, this is the season when the rain is in full bloom and the grass is tender. The green all over the mountains will be prepared for the cattle and sheep that will survive the winter. Even if there is a big battle, I don’t think it will burn here so quickly. Most Wuhuan herders continue to grazle in such a tense and lucky atmosphere.

It is close to the Xianbei Pasture, more than 120 miles away from Pinggang, and more than 100 miles into the Bailang Mountain. This field is the farthest Wuhuan people's activity range from Bailang Mountain. It belongs to the capable ministers of Wuhuan Shanyu in western Liaoning. In order to protect their people from being harassed by the Liaodong Han cavalry, Wuhuan cavalry often sent to patrol everywhere. Occasionally, they would station horses in the local herder tribes for half a day and continue patrolling until it was dark.

That morning, the sky was gloomy. Qi Meng, who had been sleeping in the herdsmen's tent, held another woman for a night, took her pants and walked out, and turned on her horse with her dark and strong upper body exposed. More than 200 riders under him also came out of the surrounding tents to gather on horseback, allowing more than ten equestrians to go to the distance to inspect and check. Then the brigade slowly walked out of this small tribe and did today's routine inspection.

Just after the hour of Mao, Qi Meng led more than 100 people to a hillside and chatted with his subordinates behind him: "I will go back to report my life today. The woman in that tribe was good last night, so I will take her away together when I go back." More than 100 people laughed behind him.

In the distance, whistle arrows rose to the sky.

"...Tadun Shanyu is joining forces with the Wuhuan tribes. Including the Xianbei side, there are at least 70,000 to 80,000 cavalry. It seems that the Han people dare to come over. I, Wuhuan people, have grown on horseback since I was a child. How can I lose to them in terms of cavalry wars..."

After saying this, the arrow just rang out in the distant sky. Qi Meng stopped talking and laughing, frowned slightly, stopped the war horse. When he raised his arms, all the subordinates behind him stopped and looked at the sky with him.

"It seems something happened there...and let me pass..."

Before he finished speaking, Qi, who had already walked down the hillside, looked ahead suddenly. Several subordinates who had sent out were galloping towards this side with their horses crazy.

"Han people... are here"

The Wuhuan cavalry running towards this side were also speaking, and the last two words suddenly made a huge shout. Then, with a whoosh in the air, the running figure fell off his horse, Qi Meng's vision passed over them, and a cavalry team of dozens of people turned around the end of the forest and was chasing.

"Kill them"

Qi pulled out his knife and rushed forward with a sharp blow. More than a hundred Wuhuan cavalry beside him also ran away at this time, pulling their bows and arrows at the Han people over there.

...

In front of the forest, Li Heizi, the Mercedes-Benz scout leader, came first in the early morning of that day. He approached the edge of the Wuhuan people's range. He met several Wuhuan people's scouts at dawn. The scouts under his command were not newly recruited recruits from the north, but were separated from the earliest group of people who followed the Wolf King. Most of them were from the two thousand white horses from the past. They fought with Yuan Shao, Xianbei people, and even fought with Yuan Shu and Lu Bu's scouts. In terms of fighting in the team, they could be regarded as a strong cavalry in the world. Now several years have passed, and the flames that they longed to return to the battlefield have never been extinguished.

Now the hope is finally here.

The sound of horse hooves galloping shocked the blood in his body. In front of his sight, he could clearly see the flying arrows. Li Heizi suddenly leaned over with his horse and leaned over. The flight trajectory passed above him. In the bumps and undulations, he straightened up and quickly pulled his bow, and looked at the back of the Wuhuan people who were still running.

The figure on the horse's back in front rolled and fell off the horse. Li Heizi directly abandoned the bow, held the hilt of the knife on his waist, and his pupils shrank and calculated the distance of more than 100 Wuhuan cavalry rushed towards him. After the first round of shooting, the distance of archery had been lost. Both sides directly rode the horse to hedge. The wolf cavalry scout abandoned the bow, pressed the hilt, clamped the horse's belly hard, and the horse's hooves became faster and faster. As the approaching, Li Heizi shrank his head and dodged the blade, drew his sword, and tried hard to go to the side, shouting: "We... kill!!"

The blades, war horses, and figures collided in a blink of an eye. As Li Heizi roared, the scimitar in his hand gently wiped the air and easily cut the simple leather armor along the arc. As the blood splashed out, the Wuhuan cavalry crossed directly and fell off their horses and rolled on the ground for a few rounds. Behind him, the other scouts rode over the rolling bodies on the ground without stopping at all. He drew his sword hesitantly and collided with a long spear stabbed in the hand of a Wuhuan cavalry. The war horses intertwine. Someone handed out the blade again from the rear, cooperated with his companions to cut off his arm with a knife, screaming shrillly and falling off his horse.

Dozens of people extended into the formation of more than a hundred people without fear of life and death. Someone was pulling his bow and shooting arrows in the Mercedes-Benz, and then drew his sword to slash. The warning whistle arrows were still shooting into the sky. However, the wolf cavalry scouts who suddenly rushed in had already fought with them, and the sticky plasma splattered everywhere on both sides.

"Getting together the formation and entangling them for a quarter of an hour!" Li Heizi rushed to the front, shouted loudly, waved his hand to block the blade from the side with the bow in his hand, handed the scimitar over and killed the man. His eyes were red and he led dozens of cavalry to advance forward, constantly slashing and slashing at both sides.

When he wandered around, Qi Meng, who had not joined the battle group, saw that the Han people were so fierce, they looked exactly the same as the Liaodong Han cavalry they usually saw, and a bad premonition arose in his heart.

Around a little further, many patrolling Wuhuan cavalry heard the signals from the whistle arrows that sounded in the sky and were rushing towards this side. However, the front army, which had always kept a certain distance from the scout, was also coming.

On a hillside, a white giant wolf flag gradually exposed the mountain and stood on it. As the morning breeze swept, the white war horse neighed excitedly, and a silver spear hung quietly on the soil. The cold eyes reflected the scene of the battle there. Behind him, when the cloak was waving and stroking, more cavalrymen spread out in the roar...

"White Wolf is following!" The cold and majestic face opened lightly in the wolf's arms.

"exist!"

The gentian phoenix buzzed with a buzzing sound, raised it, then pressed it forward, and said in a low voice, "Crush them."
Chapter completed!