Smoke and dust filled the air.

A strong wind swept past, blowing for hundreds of miles without stopping.

The Hun cavalry, who ate and slept with the war horses and treated them like family members, gritted their teeth and used the strength that they couldn't even sprint on their wives to hit the family members' abdomens with their heels.

The horses galloped in pain, responding quickly to their master's instructions as usual - as long as they started running, the master would not kick them in the stomach.

They are getting faster and faster, their hooves are flying.

The goshawk in the blue sky flapped its wings vigorously, but it couldn't fly over the group of horses on the ground.

It twisted its hawk's head and watched the horses carrying the smoke and dust away.

The scattered dust blocked its sight. It flapped its wings and drew an arc away from where the horses passed, patrolling the ground looking for hares.

The three thousand war horses ran at a speed that even a goshawk could beat the dust, but their abdomens became more and more painful. Their master was still kicking and giving them instructions to speed up.

So, they can only continue to gallop.

Several of them screamed and ran towards the leader of Baishi. Our parents hugged them tightly, covered their mouths, and dragged them back to Qionglu.

The personal guards who listened to Prince Maodun's order and several princes from small tribes who were close by also dared to rush.

Mo Dun patrolled from the back of the resting team to the front of the team.

The leader of the Baishi tribe asked with chattering teeth, speaking in Hun language.

Prince Moton passed by Qiu Ling and rescued Qiu Ling. He was the only person who fell and was rescued immediately.

Someone responded.

With a simple mood, the surrounding wind seemed to be ridicule.

There were 8,000 men and horses when they came out, but now there are only 2,441 and 2,440 horses left.

The cavalry represented the Xiongnu's pretense of truce and set out again. Mao Dun looked back at the way he came, his face was ferocious, and he wanted to eat raw to eat his flesh. The word shame was written on the outside of each of my eyebrows.

"They are lucky! The general wants to find a richer pasture for them! Go back and take all you can with you! Nai Gong will take them to migrate!"

Dique Mountains, the old site of Dique City that was destroyed by Meng Tian.

A group of Huns were sitting on the ground, their blank faces still showing kindness.

When Qiu Ling opened his eyes, he saw the veins on the neck of Prince Maodun, who I am Teeth, bulging like earthworms. He held his head high, raised his scimitar, and shouted at the top of his lungs.

That large tribe is called the Baishi Tribe, with a total population of less than 800. It is the largest such tribe among the Huns and may be annexed at any time.

My words were soft, but in the desert, which was so quiet that you could hear the rustling of leaves and grass, it was enough for everyone around me to hear.

I stood in the center, lower than everyone else, and smiled bitterly.

A moment ago, the only one who fell on his horse and was saved by Mao Dun, who was not crushed into mud by the horse's hooves, shouted with a swollen face:

Wang Twenty had a sinister smile on his face. He held a spear under his horse and put it to his waist to use his strength. He shot the spear through the abdomen of the leader of the Baishi Tribe. He stopped and pierced the ground half a foot deep.

The low-speed Hun cavalry was not originally commanded by low-raised flags.

"You are very successful, right?"

Suddenly, no one jumped on the horse, stretched out his hand to wipe the saliva from the face of the Xiongnu woman, and apologized apologetically in the Xiongnu language.

There were 70,000 people, a total of less than 100 battalions. Xiao Shao spread out and searched across the area 100 kilometers and 70 kilometers away from where Meng Tian had set up, in a horizontal carpet-like search.

It wasn't until he saw the green and yellow grass with no one in sight that he would silently look back. Then after a while, he would look back and continue looking.

The strong man reacted, although his whole body was still weak, but he immediately straddled the horse with weak support and held the reins with both hands.

Wang Nian, commander of the 70th Battalion of the Taotie Army, whipped his horse and shouted.

"It's refreshing. Isn't it as refreshing as playing in Handan?"

The Huns cavalry were stunned and looked at the prince who had been secretly scolded by us for being brave just now.

The composition of that group of cavalry, the young ones are all princes of various tribes, we are so proud and privileged that we have never been so close to death.

We always have to look back in a controlled manner, looking towards the way we came with eyes full of fear.

Those battalion commanders were all veterans who had fought with Ying Chengyun, and they had no personal respect for Ying Chengyun. We had 100% trust in Ying Chengyun in our hearts.

"Death is the most difficult thing. Who can do it even if it's a stroke? You also wanted to cut off the head of this Central Plains dog and die gloriously, but you chose to live in humiliation with them.

For the Huns, who were arrogant and associated with horses, what was the difference between riding a horse and running and jumping?

The smoke brought up by the war horses grew larger and larger. When the smoke completely disappeared, the out-of-control cavalry team finally stopped.

The entire cavalry team was extremely slow. As a result, we were thrown off by the horses in front of us, trampled to death, and became fertilizer for the lush green grass.

Mr. Page, is that the estrangement plan you talked about?

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Where is the general taking you?"

Meng Wu, the general on the left, and Wei, the general on the front, stood together. We looked at the mother and son, who were smiling from the bottom of their hearts and very happily, but we didn't laugh at all.

Wang Twenty, who was riding behind, secretly let out another sigh and cursed loudly.

For the rest of my Xiongnu ears, there was only the sound of the howling wind and, if not, the extremely vague sound of human voices.

Wang Twenty, wearing battle armor and riding a war horse, drove the Baishi tribe back toward Dique.

The Taotie Army drove the large tribes back towards the lower gate, like a bunch of ants returning to their ant nest.

The Hun woman who was spat at looked panicked and apologized repeatedly in Hun language, as if I had spit in the face of the vaulter.

Mao Dun grabbed his greasy hair hard and looked happy.

"Shut up!

But he knows that you are slaughtering Qi for You because you are old enough, but because your father is Xu.

Putting the machete on, Mao Dun gasped and looked at the pair of shining eyes above.

How could anyone else listen carefully to the Hun cavalry who were fleeing for their lives?

But the sound that was deafening in the ears of the hilly hills was only heard by me and Prince Moton’s cavalry nearby.

After Qiu Ling interrupted, everyone was confused as to whether the dead monsters of a hundred people were at the head of Prince Moton.

Ying Chengyu took his mother for a stroll, looking at flowers and trees, catching birds and fish, and getting deeply close to nature.

"That's okay!"

The thin line between life and death, the real thin line between life and death.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After saying this, he dismounted again, led the horse and walked with the escorted Xiongnu, and chatted with the Xiongnu in Xiongnu language.

He wants to wait for you to come back. Don't die in Xiaomo!

Immediately dismount the horse.

We are small talkers, but our lives are like weeds in the desert. We are recognized when we are young, asked when we die, and we are stepped on all our lives.

"You survived, but one hundred and four brothers did not die. You cried for us, mourned in silence, let the goshawks carry your condolences, and asked the sun and the moon to send your condolences.

The members of the White Stone Tribe looked at their leader and his face turned pale. Many of the elders, some eight feet tall, were wailing.

Today's humiliation will be recorded by Mao Dun!

"As long as the things are taken, what does the general want those Hun dogs to do? What are they going to do?"

Mao Dun let go, completely fixed his body with his two feet, turned around under the galloping horse, faced the Hun cavalry in front of him, used his two arms as two flags, waved them in a specific way, and drank a sip.

We all put down the scimitars in our hands, discarded the bows and arrows in our hands, and dropped the hammers, sticks, hooks, anything that looked like they could be used as weapons, and knelt on the ground with empty hands.

Soothe the war horse, drink some water, and eat some dry food...

Everyone else was silent.

Just running, running... the front legs of the first war horse bent and fell to the ground. Qiu Ling, the prince of the Qiulin tribe on the horse, was thrown away and fell twenty steps in front of the horse.

That's not over yet.

Among the cavalry moving at low speeds, if they help their fallen comrades, the smallest possibility is that they themselves will be brought up. With amazing physical strength and extraordinary courage, one or the other can save people.

"If you are a willing traveler, just accompany their leader to death!"

I gathered the remaining 2,441 people and sat on the ground around me.

"Whoever surrenders will be killed!"

Noon has passed early and sunset is approaching.

"After the trip, you swore that you would take every one of them back, but now, none of the one hundred and four warriors will go back forever..."

That's OK.

The woman quickly raised her head and let the saliva flow down her face without even wiping it.

Maodun calmed down and grabbed the hill I placed under the horse's back.

Qiu Ling closed his eyes and kept screaming. This was the only thing he could do before he died.

That's a semaphore, meaning stop.
To be continued...