"Whoever surrenders will be killed!"

Soon, everyone in that tribe was driving their cattle and sheep, preparing to move with the kind-hearted Qin army.

"They were brought out by you, Maodun, and they are the Yuezhi who came here because they trusted you, Maodun.

"You tried your best to escape, killing one hundred and ten bad horses and killing one hundred and four warriors.

"The entire army rested and regrouped. We set off half an hour ago and arrived at the Yuezhi territory after daylight."

He slapped Qiu Ling's face hard, knocking back all my conscious howls.

"The dogs of the Central Plains scold you and humiliate you, but you endure it because you are their prince and you want to take them home. Compared with the honor of the warriors, you want all of them to live more."

Wang Twenty was angry and stopped cursing.

The eyes of the strong man who looked like an iron tower reflected the galloping horses. He was screaming out of fear and could not say a complete sentence.

In the small desert in the northwest, there are only forty-four of the special troops of the Seventy Battalion of the Rear Army led by Wang Xiaxia.

"Then, it's all your fault."

The oval-shaped setting sun coated the cavalry with a layer of orange, but it was able to convey that layer of warm color from the skin to the soul.

I beg those white-armored Qin troops behind us who are notorious among the Xiongnu to harm our lives.

The Hun cavalry stopped kicking the horse's belly and tightened the reins instead.

The Huns defeated by Meng Tian took the initiative to move north, and many small tribes moved to the far reaches of Langjuxu Mountain deep in the desert.

Mao suddenly choked on words.

We watched helplessly as our companions were trampled to death but did not lend a helping hand. We were only worried that the last horse that fell was our own, so we had no shame in complaining about Prince Maodun?

Sitting next to the war horses, these Xiongnu elite cavalrymen who were supposed to be warriors all looked peaceful and defeated, and they all looked like the living dead.

Soon, the following cavalry flooded the hills like the fiercest wave...

The leader of the White Stone Tribe who was nailed to the ground held a spear in both hands and wanted to pull it out but had no strength. I howled with joy and blood was flowing from the barrel of the gun.

Wang Twenty muttered and sighed, longing for a hearty fight, but like the herdsmen, he drove the group of Hun dogs to Dique.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!"

Set up camp and rebuild the city of Dique.

All battalion commanders knew exactly what the general was going to do, but all of them executed it very badly.

"There is nothing to say in the Central Plains. It is slow as a lost dog and busy as a fish that slips through the net. I will tell you.

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"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

"This is Qin Gou's crime! What does it have to do with the prince!"

Is he sure he is here to fight and live a life?

Mao Dun put his hands on Qiu Ling's shoulders, and with a strong push, he rose into the air and stood on the back of the horse. He was still as safe as if he were standing on the ground!

"Damn commissar!"

Half an hour ago.

I turned around and spit heavily in the face of a Hun woman.

Mao Dun saw that the hoofs of each war horse were stained with flesh and blood, and there were no deep marks on the abdomen of each war horse.

Mao Dun pulled out his scimitar and put it under his neck.

"If that birdie of his is deliberately looking for trouble again, Gong Nai will report him and ask the general to take over his battalion commander!"

There were only a few battalion commanders with extremely weak personal thoughts and deviant or perverted personalities, and there were no political commissars to restrain them, forcing those few to act arbitrarily.

That low-difficulty, low-safety action has very bad effects.

After muttering to the camp interpreter beside him, Wang Nina realized what the more noble-looking Xiongnu behind him was talking about.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!"

"Hills! He'll control the horse!"

The people of the Baishi tribe looked at each other with fear on their faces. According to the rumors, the Qin army, old and young, did not kill us, but instead took us to a more fertile pasture?

"Nai Gong has said that it is a richer pasture. Did he understand what Nai Gong said? Or is he willing to go with Nai Gong?"

"But before that, you have to bear our lives, remember today's shame, live in humiliation, and weaken yourselves. One day, you can avenge us and yourself!"

Wang Twenty's brows furrowed when he heard this, with a look of impatience on his face, but I understood.

He was allowed to escape by the white-armored Qin army, but one hundred and ten horses were killed on the way to escape, and one hundred and four people were killed.

The vaulter looked at the head of Wang Nian who turned around with a serious look on his face.

In the battle with this group of white-armored Qin troops, did we suffer any casualties?

The sun sets in the west.

When encountering a large Xiongnu tribe, they would retreat and kill those who surrendered. Then they would drive back the surrendered Huns and take away all the cattle, sheep, horses, grass, and demolished domes, including the worst hair.

Leave one.

"How can I say it has anything to do with you?

Everyone responded and got busy.

Anyone who is blind can ignore Prince Moton standing under the horse. Not only can he hear the prince's voice, but he can also see his gestures.

"What a coward! Birdman! Those who say bad things will surrender to death!"

The deafening sound resounded, giving the already desperate tribe a glimmer of hope.

"Whoever surrenders will be killed!"

Those who remain in the Yinshan Mountains are the large tribes that are dying out every month.
Chapter completed!