Tunmi smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, there are rivers and seazi everywhere on this grassland, and our water source will be replenished soon." He handed the man a bag of clear water and said, "You can drink a little too. It's really unfortunate. I don't know if it was the thunder fire or the shepherd accidentally. It caused such a big fire, and it will burn a large area of ​​grassland."

"Thank you!" The man took the water bag and rolled the cork away, laughing: "Yes, I just walked out of the fire. I originally wanted to go north, but the burning ground there was even more violent. We didn't know how big the range of the fire was. We dared not take risks. Well, this time, Korqin suffered heavy losses."

There seemed to be a hint of gloating in his tone. Tunmi looked at him alertly, but saw the man swollen the plug and just put the water bag to his lips and stopped moving. His eyes were staring at his horse.

Tunmi subconsciously looked down and couldn't help but feel nervous. He was too careless. There was still a ball of unbrushed blood on the side of the horse's ventral side, including his boots, which were covered with blood. This is an excuse to slaughter cattle and sheep. You must know that people who walk on the grassland all year round slaughter a sheep with a knife the size of a palm until the entire sheepskin is peeled off, and it will not splash a drop of blood on the ground. How could the boots be stained? What's more, it's even more impossible to spray on the horse's belly.

"Do you want to explain that you encountered a horse thief on the road?" Tunmi thought, the man had already put down the water bag, slowly touched the sword on his waist, and said with a vigilant look on his face: "Oh, you are businessmen from the Western Regions. I wonder how Yili collected the taxes now?"

Tunmi smiled bitterly in his heart. He was doing a business without any capital, so how could he care about the taxes in Turpan?

The gentle middle-aged man stared at his eyes tightly, swept his eyes left and right, then raised his eyes, met the man's eyes, and laughed loudly. The leader pressed the knife and laughed briskly.

Before the laughter stopped, the two of them moved their shoulders at the same time, and the sword beside their waists had already swung a halo, and a gust of wind rolled towards each other's head.

The water bag was thrown into the air, and someone's knife first split. It was like a broken silver bottle. Silver lights sprinkled over the sky, reflecting the cold sword lights of each other, and hit each other with a clang.

The two people shouted a word at the same time: "Kill!"

A chaotic war broke out on the grassland that was as black as gray as butterflies were flying all over the sky...

When the huge red sun as big as a wheel, hanging on the horizon with soft red light, it looks like it has reached the end of the sky. However, it is not the end of the sky, but the end of life.

There was already a Gobi desert under his feet, and only scattered plants and trees swayed in the evening breeze. Tunya led the cavalry team to chase and kill the cavalry leader, and he was already chasing him to the end.

Tunya didn't want to kill all the people, leaving a few live-actions to go to various tribes to make trouble, which was beneficial to them. However, the combat power of this cavalry team of hundreds of people was too strong. Although most of the soldiers took poison and soon lost their combat power, the leader rushed out of his siege with the force of more than 20 guards around him with only the force of the twenty-two guards around him.

Tan Mi knows the abilities of his subordinates very well. They are not inferior to the soldiers of the grassland divisions, and their melee ability is even stronger. The opponent's guards are so strong, so there is only one explanation. This seemingly ordinary team of knights. In fact, they are all elite soldiers selected from the brave and good at fighting and are a hundred Mongolian athletes.

Then the leader they protected must be an extraordinary person, so... I would rather kill the wrong one than let it go!

Yibu urged him like a stray dog, and he tried his best to whip his mount, with only two followers behind him.

He is the direct grandson of Tiansheng Khan. Tiansheng Khan personally captured the emperor of the Ming Dynasty. Tiansheng Khan once forced Genghis Khan's descendants to be desperate. Then he came to his hands, but humiliatedly bowed to Boyan and was even deprived of the title of Great Khan.

His palace was not allowed to be called a palace anymore. The crown tassel on his head was forced to be cut off, and he could only kneel in the palace. This series of things reminded him of his humiliation at all times. He wanted to revive his former prestige, and he wanted to regain the glory of his grandfather Yesian. His ambition was even greater than that of Boyan.

But Huosie is not a good partner for cooperation. The leader of the Mongolejintu black dog special tribe likes to kill people with a knife. He always encourages Yibula to conflict with Boyan, and Huosie seems to have been on the front line. However, he rarely has substantial conflicts with Boyan, which makes Yibula have to turn his attention to the farther east and go across the Boyan tribe to contact the three guards of Duoyan directly.

The negotiations between Meng En and Queen Yin Qi involved the cooperation between two powerful tribes, and there were too many details to discuss. It was impossible for Meng En to send the news over the Boyan tribe when the situation on this battlefield was changing rapidly, so he came in person.

This is an adventure, but the price of adventure is worth it, success or failure. It is the difference from slave to emperor. It is worth it to sacrifice one's head and blood, let alone a secret meeting.

The route he chose was the border between the White Army and the Boyan forces, mainly passing through the Korqin grassland in peace. On the enemy's territory, the fewer people he brought, the less attention he was. He only brought a close-range iron guard who could block a hundred thousand to do this adventure. But no one expected that the strong winds and waves would come and landed in this small gutter.

"They... they should be a group of horse thieves," Yibula panted and thought. A big sweat with hundreds of thousands of troops was chased by a group of land thieves, running away like a desperate attempt... Yibula grinned and wanted to cry.

The sunset is about to set, and the dusk is approaching. On the vast grassland, green grass waves are rolling. Among the grass waves, hundreds of knights are chasing the setting sun that is about to set.

Tunmi pulled up the bow again, and the sharp clusters of arrows reflected the dark red sunlight, like fangs flowing with blood.

He grinned, and the arrow came out through the air, and the shooting did not pull.

The next day after shooting, it was also an arrow.
Chapter completed!