The source of the divine wood, on the endless grassland, a cavalry ran wildly, the war horses neighed, the horse's hooves flew, and countless waves of grass splashed.

Behind Zhao Feng, Yan Yun's Eighteen Cavalry followed closely, and everyone was covered with a solemn aura, just like the black robe on their bodies, giving people a breath of death.

"Well!"

Zhao Feng stopped the snow-white horse, then raised his right arm high, shouted back, "Dropping off the horse and rest for an hour!"

"Bawan, send a team of rafts out and find out how far we are from Baitu Slope?"

"promise!"

Bawan bowed and accepted the order and arranged for people to do so.

It has been two days since Meiji started. Everyone knows the principle that soldiers are very fast, but Zhao Feng doesn't want to fight an unprepared war.

The battle with Conghu is both inevitable and forced.

The White Hu tribe with hundreds of thousands is harder to crack than the Southern Xiongnu, because they are scattered and vast. Shangjun and Xihe County have their own people, and it will not be a temporary result to eliminate the roots.

But if you don’t knock the mountain and shake the tiger and destroy Li Wenhou’s spearhead, the safety of Meijicheng will always be an unknown. You must not only face the counterattack of Fu Luo, but also face the invasion of the Hu people.

But if this industry can be determined by fighting, and the White-Hawk tribe of Li Wenhou can definitely kill the chicken and scare the monkeys, and let the Hu tribe on the grassland escape by looking at the wind, Meijicheng can be considered stable.

Zhao Feng swallowed a mouthful of dry food, and a stinging pain came from his throat. The incident happened suddenly, so he prepared very little military food and could only eat the roughest coarse grains.

"Lord, water!"

Wang Yang, the boss of the Eighteen Cavalry of Yanyun, handed Zhao Feng a water bag. Zhao Feng took the water bag, took a sip, then stood up and looked at the Hun soldiers behind him, and saw that they were lying or sitting, and they were about to part.

Zhao Feng walked over with a water bag and saw a Hun who was eating dry food in big mouthfuls, but he wrapped his mouth full of dry food, but he couldn't swallow it, and he choked so hard that tears were almost shedding.

Although the dry food is rough and difficult to swallow, no one wants to be hungry.

"Come on, give you water!"

Zhao Feng handed over the water bag and said, "Eat slowly, wait until you have enough, rest well, let's set off again and march to fight, and there is no rush."

"General..."

The Hun soldiers looked up at Zhao Feng, holding a water bag in their hands, not knowing what to do, and every ethnic group had an xenophobic mood. This was the case with the Han people, and the Huns were no exception.

On the grassland, the strong prey on the weak have always been the elder brother. The losers are destined to become slaves. Their Shanyu was defeated, ran away, abandoned them, and became losers. They thought they would become slaves, but they did not expect that Zhao Feng would treat them particularly well. They were divided into sheep and land for those who volunteered to join the army, and they were also treated as the same status as the Han people, which really touched them.

"Drink, you are a good person, I really like you!"

Zhao Feng patted the Hun soldier on the shoulder and said to the other Hun soldiers around him: "You are all good, too."

"Master!"

Bawan paused and hurriedly bowed to Zhao Feng and said, "I'm willing to serve the lord."

"I'm willing to serve the general!"

A group of Huns stood up one after another and saluted Zhao Feng.

"Everyone is exempt from gifts!"

Zhao Feng said in a deep voice: "The war is imminent, but I have a saying that I will not be happy if I don't speak up. Since the moment you voluntarily join the army, I will regard you as a family. Whether it is the Huns or the Han people, as long as I am loyal to me, I will treat you equally. If there are any Han soldiers, you will not be fewer. At the same time, the military law of Han soldiers is also used on you. If you have any merits, you will be rewarded and punished for your mistakes. I hope that in the future, you will be better than Han soldiers, and Meijicheng will always have your place."

"well!"

The Huns shouted in unison. These days, the last stone on their hearts was finally kicked away by Zhao Feng. They were the losers, but they were still the masters of this grassland, not slaves.

"Actually, we are a family!"

Zhao Feng paused for a moment, and continued to speak, "Since the king of Rizhu fell to the corpse, Zhuzhu, Shanyu returned to the Han Dynasty, we are a family, our common enemy is the Xianbei people, they drove you out of the desert. I swear here that one day, I will take you back to Danhan Mountain."

The Huns suddenly became quiet and fell into deep thought. Yes, two hundred years ago, the desert was them, and the Xianbei people were just a small race, but now, they have become small races, and they must always beware of the Xianbei people going south. The Xianbei people are their enemies.

Bawan woke up first and half-kneeled and said, "I, Bawan, swore to the Heavenly Wolf God, and I wish to be loyal to the lord for generations and never betray him."

A group of Huns also came over thoroughly and knelt down one after another, saying, "I swear to be loyal to the general to the death, and to be loyal to the general to the death."

"Bawan, as their sidelines, you should pay more attention to them, revitalize their fighting spirit, and let your felt bag stand again on the Danshan Mountain."

Bawan looked at Zhao Feng with great emotion and said in a deep voice: "I will thank you lord."

Zhao Feng shouted loudly: "All up, fill your stomach first, cheer up, and do a big fight for me, show your momentum, let the Huns still live on this grassland from the Hu people."

"Yes, fuck him a bitch!"

"It will win!"

...

The morale of the Xiongnu soldiers suddenly increased. Looking at them with high fighting spirit, Zhao Feng couldn't help but think of a saying, "No one in this world is born weak, but they have not yet awakened their inner divine power."

After a while, Youqi rode his horse back and brought back a Hu man. Youqishi Chang reported to Zhao Feng: "The Baitu slope is still more than a hundred miles away. You need to go around a riverbed from the east and then go down. There are many river beaches, which is not conducive to horse racing, so it will take another day or two."

"But there is another way?"

Shi Chang pushed out the Hu people he brought back and replied: "According to this person's explanation, there is indeed a shortcut to go. Not only can you penetrate directly behind the white soil slope, but you can also save half of the journey. However, you need to pass through a dense forest. There are many snakes and insects in the forest, and the smoke and miasma are deep, making it even more difficult."

"oh!"

Zhao Feng suddenly became interested and asked the Hu man: "Have you been to that dense forest?"

The Hu man looked at Zhao Feng in horror and said in fear: "Grandpa, please spare me. The villain just knew where the dense forest was, but he had never walked. I heard that there were savages who could eat people inside, so I could not go."

"Savage?"

Zhao Feng was stunned for a moment. This was an unsolved mystery. He shouted immediately: "If you don't want to die, just lead the way."

"ah……"

The Hu man was stunned for a moment, looking at the shaking scimitars on both sides, he could only adapt.
Chapter completed!