Thirty-six envoys attacked the Xiongnu post at night.

Bai Guangji led his troops to escape into the crowd and quietly approached the Hun guards who were enjoying the refreshing rain. The drought in the northern grasslands made the strong Hun men forget the danger one by one. They just raised their heads, narrowed their eyes, and opened their mouths.

Go drink this gift from heaven.

The rain gradually increased, turning from light rain to moderate rain, and the crowd gradually dispersed. In the cold winter, if the fur on your body gets wet, it will be difficult to dry it out.

"kill!"

Bai Guangji gave a low shout and stabbed Baichang who was leading the team.

The centurion of the Xiongnu was immersed in the joy of the rain falling. Driven by the instinct of long-term battle, the moment the sword edge entered his body, he finally sensed the danger.

"Nanbarbarian!" Baichang screamed in pain, and the stinging sensation of the sword blade entering his body made him scream instinctively. Bai Guangji's sword pierced the Huns' strong abdomen, but was blocked by the thick fur.

He blocked it, but the force was much weaker, which allowed the Xiongnu leader to turn around and glare at his sneak attack opponent.

"Beiman, are you a barbarian?" Bai Guangji roared angrily, and with all his strength, the iron sword struck the Huns' abdomen. Then he flew up with his kick and kicked his unwilling opponent into the Peacock River.

The river is ice-cold.

The injured Xiongnu Baichang fell into the ice cave, his heavy body broke through the ice, and he was instantly traced. In such bad weather, the life of this lucky Xiongnu man also meant the end. Of course,

If he is lucky enough, maybe one or two thousand years later, he will become a fossil or mummy in Lop Nur, and become a mystery for scientists to study how he died and what position he held during his lifetime.

As soon as Bai Guangji launched his attack, the thirty-six warriors accompanying him also shouted, and they all attacked the lone Huns and the posthouse.

In the rain curtain, there are flashes of swords and shadows.

The blood and rain could no longer be distinguished, and the Huns who had come to their senses did not show any weakness and blocked the door desperately to prevent the Qin people from rushing in. When Bai Guangji saw this scene, he raised his sword with red eyes.

Hundreds of Huns were killed in battle.

These Huns were in a hurry and without a leader. They were rushed into the door by Bai Guangji. In a short period of time, the Huns who had not fully reacted had to retreat steadily and cling to the stairs at all levels.

"Hurry and rush into the backyard. Don't worry about the rest." Bai Guangji ordered urgently.

The number of the Xiongnu envoys was more than 160, which was five times more than the 36 people of the Qin envoys. In such a situation where the enemy was outnumbered and we were outnumbered, it was obviously unnecessary to spread our troops to attack unimportant targets.

Moreover, according to the agreement with Li Zhongxiang beforehand, Bai Guangji's main task was to lure out the leaders of the Xiongnu mission, especially the prince of the Zhelan tribe who was in charge.

——.

forecourt.

When the faint sounds of killing were heard, Zong Rida, who was in his room, didn't pay much attention.

These Xiongnu barbarians stay in the post house day by day, with so much energy and nowhere to vent, it is common for them to compete with each other. Today, I guess they were a little too excited after seeing Tianlin.

Today is a good day.

Just now, after pushing An Qinglan into Huaien's room, Zong Rida was still listening at the door for a while. At first, An Qinglan yelled and cursed from time to time, but soon, there was a conversation between men and women inside.

, and there was the sound of teasing each other. After that, there was no sound at all.

This is a good sign.

It is very possible that the fierce girl has been conquered by the handsomeness and elegance of Prince Zhelan. You must know that among the Huns tribe, Prince Huai En is the object of many Hun girls' dreams.

Pity.

A rose with thorns was picked by Huai En. Thinking of this, Zong Rida only felt that the object under his crotch was slowly raising its head. When he imagined stripping An Qinglan's clothes, the little brother

Raised high, always ready to shout and charge, when he imagined that he was about to pounce, he suddenly trembled, and then collapsed in despair.

In the excitement of eroticism, Zongrida's little brother who had been playing tricks for a long time could not persist to the end and became a deserter in the middle. This made Zongrida very disappointed.

Perhaps, he was too indulgent when he was young. Thinking about the past, every time after a victory, he would let himself find a woman from the captured tribe and vent his lust. This habit has been going on for more than ten years.

In addition to letting Zongrida scatter his seeds all over the grassland, it also brought about another consequence.

Will not last long.

This kind of pain that only belongs to men made Zong Rida's psychology gradually begin to change, just like when he saw An Qinglan, he immediately transformed himself into Hua En.

Facing those mature and enchanting women, the elderly Zongzhida has long been unable to do what he wants. He has just looked at them for a while, but this does not mean that he does not have obscene thoughts.

Huai'en is just a weak and unopinionated prince. In fact, he, the right lieutenant, actually controls all the affairs of the Huns mission, including the conditions for putting pressure on King Loulan, including all the money and silk of the Huns mission.

, these things are all under the control of Tazongrida alone.

To go abroad, to send an envoy.

It seems to be a very dangerous thing. When he took on this task, Zong Rida was still a little dissatisfied. After all, after leaving King Youxian, he was less likely to climb up the ladder further.

A lot, but now, he is satisfied.

In the room.

The two Yuezhi female slaves, who were only eleven or two years old, only wore thin midriff-baring shorts. Apart from two small protrusions on their thin chests, only their ribs were clearly visible.

The Yuezhi slave squatted under Zong Rida's crotch and was struggling to swallow the ugly thing. Unfortunately, even under such stimulation, Zong Rida's brother still seemed to have lost the battle, dejected and without any erection.

Meaning. The other Yuezhi slave was held in the arms of the old guy, with tears dripping down his petite face, and a pair of cherry lips pressed tightly against the mouth that exuded the decayed aura of the elderly.

One to two.

Zongrida has never been so interested as he is now. He bought these two Yuezhi girls from the Huns. Although they have not grown yet, the pleasure of loving and torturing underage girls is...

It was something that others couldn't realize. Today, Zong Rida's sexual desire suddenly became aroused due to the temptation of An Qinglan's tall and attractive body.

Under debauchery.

Days and nights have long gone.

"Who is shouting? How dare you disturb this warden's rest?" Zong Rida shouted angrily.

The shouts of death outside made him impatient while enjoying the service with his eyes closed. The brother who was getting up again also let out a shrill scream and became completely silent.

"Master Supervisor, what's wrong, the envoy of Qin came in?" As if in response to Zong Rida, the door of the posthouse, which was not strong, fell to the ground under a strong impact.

The bloodstained Hun warrior stood up staggeringly, looking at Zongrida's naked body and the two half-naked women in astonishment. After being stunned for a while, he finally closed his eyes and shouted.

With a sound, he turned around and ran out of the house again.

I saw my boss in an unsightly state.

This was a big taboo. Zongrida, in his shame and excitement, would most likely take action on his unlucky subordinate. When he thought of this, the loyal and loyal Xiongnu man wished that it was not him but someone else who came to report.

"Qin Manzi." Zong Rida's pale face changed suddenly. He pushed away the girl who was riding on him, then kicked the girl to the ground with a flying kick. He quickly put on his fur and ran out of the room.

The envoy of the State of Qin was resting in another posthouse in Loulan City. He knew this. However, he did not think that the envoy of the State of Qin, which consisted of only a hundred people, would bring him any danger. Even though some time ago, the envoy named

Li Zhongxiang's Nanmanzi shot three Xiongnu warriors in succession on the fighting field.

There is only one person like Li Zhongxiang in Qin.

As for the warriors of the Great Xiongnu, there are a group, or even more, who can take on the task of escorting envoys. They are all warriors from the tribe. At this point, two or three Qin people cannot deal with one Xiongnu.

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The shouts of death in the front yard of the Xiongnu Posthouse sounded extremely clear in the quiet night.

Li Zhongxiang pressed his body tightly against the edge of the Kongque River. A Populus euphratica growing along the river provided him with strong support. Beside him, his three companions leaned back a little and also leaned against the river bank.

, their position is less than a hundred steps away from the place where the Hun Bai Chang fell just now.

Climbing over the poplar tree into the post house was a route Li Zhongxiang planned early in the morning. However, he had to wait for Bai Guangji to do it in the front yard before he could take action, because he had to wait for the two Huns who were on guard under the poplar tree.

Only after the patrolman's attention is attracted can he take action.

"Whoosh!"

Li Zhongxiang drew his bow and arrow, aiming at the remaining Xiongnu sentry. His companions had already rushed to the front for reinforcements. Without his comrades, he had no chance of survival.

"puff!"

The arrow entered his throat, and Li Zhongxiang's first arrow passed through the neck of the Xiongnu sentry holding a torch. The unlucky Xiongnu sentry who died did not understand who could have such good eyesight and ability at night.

Archery?

The slight sound of a corpse falling down, covered by the high-pitched shouts of killing in the front yard, did not attract anyone's attention. Li Zhongxiang stepped up the thick tree trunk in a few steps, and then jumped over a high rammed earth wall.

There are only two rooms with lights on in the backyard of the museum, one in the east and one in the west.

Li Zhongxiang was still unsure which one of these was the residence of Prince Zhelan. At this moment, the Huns messenger soldier who had witnessed Zongrida's scandal appeared on the corridor. He originally wanted to shoot this man with an arrow.

Li Zhongxiang hesitated for a while, and finally decided to wait.

East or west.

This judgment will determine the success or failure of this attack.
Chapter completed!