Return to Ming Dynasty as Prince: Five Hundred and Fifty Seven Cicada Catching

"Hanshan's rattan is used as the back, and Lu Qilin's tendons are used as the bowstring; the bow and arrow that shoot through the twelve layers of clouds will disperse the ghostly clouds."

Bright singing sounded on the grassland, and Nadam started an archery competition in praise of the archer. The competition is divided into static shooting, riding shooting and long shooting. The style, weight, length, and tension of the bow and arrow are not limited. Each person shoots nine arrows, which is divided into three rounds. The number of arrows hit the target will be used to rank the top three. This makes a distinction between skillful use of bows and arrows and occasional use.

Hong Niangzi, Feng Lei and others are good at personal martial arts. Compared with the first archers on the grassland, there is still a gap between archery, static shooting and long-range shooting. Hong Niangzi rushed into the top three but ranked last, and Feng Lei and Jing Fu'er did not even make the top ten, basically eliminating the possibility of continuing to participate in the wrestling competition.

The number one riding and shooting is neither Tainingwei’s Buhe nor Fuyuwei’s Sukhbaru, but the big man Hara sent by the Jurchen Tribe. The second is Buhe, and the third is Sukhba. Lu, the Red Lady ranked fourth. As a result, the Hara of the Jurchen Ministry immediately attracted the attention of all parties.

Because the Red Lady won the championship in the riding competition, but her body is too thin compared to the Mongolian warriors, and the wrestling competition is a comprehensive use of strength and skill. Mongolian nobles often wrestle to select and promote the champion, the Red Lady Is it like a strong man?

Yang Ling and Cheng Qiyun came to the Bok arena under the protection of the guards. The herdsmen found a place in the circular onlooker field that the herdsmen spontaneously encircled, and learnt them to sit on the ground, looking at the center of the field, where it is now just a soft grass.

The game began. The first pair of competitors walked slowly to the arena from both sides. As soon as they walked over, the cheering herders laughed. The scenes on the two sides are like a cow shaking its sharp horns, facing a little white sheep, the contrast is so great. This power competition simply does not need to go on.

Aratanura, a powerful man of Fu Yuwei, came on the face. This is a man in his early twenties, with a burly stature and a round waist. His neck is as thick as a ox-neck and he wears a collar made of colorful cloth strips-Jiang Ga. His upper body is wearing a black chest hair and chopped shoulders and waistcoats. Inlaid with foam nails made of brass and silk, wearing a pair of plump pleated trousers made of 16-foot-long colored silk, and riding boots, majestic and majestic.

I looked up and down Cui Ying, the only finalist from the Gannan River Taka tribe. He raised his eyebrows and smiled disapprovingly on his face. This thin body. No matter how good the skills are, it is impossible to beat him. His waist and feet are three times as thick as Cui Ying. As long as a three-point effort is used, it is enough to throw this white-skinned kid out of the arena.

"Hey, get rid of this competitor for Sukhbaru, Master Baiyin will definitely give me a generous reward." Alatan Ula licked his thick lips, and laughed.

Everyone can see that this person with the pseudonym Cui Ying is a Han Chinese, but Doyan Sanwei and Great Ming Sanwei live together, and here are the most Han guests, and the effect of fusion with each other is the best. Not only do many Mongolians wear Han people and adopt Han customs at home, they also do many things in marriage and mutual employment. Feng Lei and Jing Fu'er, the two rugged big guys, can no longer see the appearance of a Han. This provides a good cover for Cui Ying'er, and no one doubts her identity.

Cui Ying'er wears a black suit, tight and short, just like a Central Plain warrior. Compared with the strong mountain-like man in front of her, her figure gave people a petite feeling. Although she is a man in the eyes of others. There are already kind shepherds shouting loudly, asking Alatan Ula's men to be merciful, so as not to hurt this handsome Han guest like a big girl.

Of course, the most ferocious shouts were the straightforward and enthusiastic Mongolian girls. Their sympathy and overwhelming motherhood made them immediately stand on the side of the Red Lady. Even if the beautiful little white face travels all over the world, it is popular among girls.

The Red Lady's eyes didn't stare at the Mongolian man who was facing like a mountain, but secretly glanced at Yang Ling among the crowd. If you can't see each other, that's fine, but living so close to each other, but you can't see him every day, this is a kind of torment for Cui Ying'er, whose love is deeply tied to Yang Ling.

But since Yang Ling severely reprimanded her last time, she no longer dared to rely on martial arts to make advocacy. As a player who stood out in the first two competitions, she must have received many people's attention. The Red Lady doesn't care about someone hitting her, but she is afraid that it will cause trouble to Yang Ling.

Just glanced at it, and met Yang Ling's concerned eyes, Hong Lady retracted her gaze, and the corners of her tight lips moved.

On the other side, Alatan Ula sang the challenge song. This is the habit of wrestlers. Before the stage, he sang the challenge song three times to gain momentum. Originally, Cui Ying'er should still follow the song, but the Red Lady is Central Plain People, I just want to laugh when I see the other person singing.

Seeing that Fu Yuwei's friends all responded at once, with a strong aura. Hong Niangzi still stood motionless with her hands on her back. Feng Lei, who was worried that her aura was weak, immediately greeted her brothers and cheered. Among them were Mongolian warriors who sang war hymns loudly, while the men who originally belonged to the white-clothed army were shouting in Chinese such as "Win the flag, win the horse and beat him down."

Alatan Ula jumped out of the arena in the form of an eagle spreading its wings, while the Red Lady walked steadily towards the arena. When she reached the middle, she stood there calmly, with her feet on her back, her hands behind her back, although she was with him One is petite, and his actions are not in line with the heroic majesty of the Mongolian game, but such a master raises his hands and makes a look in his eyes, but no one dared to sneer.

Alatan Ulaza only made two laps around the Red Lady with his arms. The Red Lady just stood with her hand in hand, looking at the void, no matter where he turned, not only did he not move, but he did not even glance at the corner of his eye. . Alatan Ula couldn't help it anymore, and he rushed forward with a roar.

Mongolian wrestling grasps each other as soon as they come up. Any part above the knee is a failure, but you cannot hold your legs, do not move your joints, or pull your pants. Competing masters, should fight sumo, circling and holding each other, hitting each other with their legs and knees, looking for flaws in the opponent's ground. However, the red lady's figure is really invisible to people.

Alatan Ula is a well-known player of Fuyu Wei. He fell behind in the first two games and was already unwilling to win a round. So he used the most domineering catch and throw technique when he shot. These are two people. A technique that can be used only if the strength is very different, he needs a blow

And kill. Make the first contribution.

A tiger leap, amidst the shouts of the shepherds. His huge body turned flexibly, as if swaying from right to left, the infertile people clasped the red lady's shoulders and stretched her body suddenly. The girls screamed in fear. Threw Cui Ying out like this. The opponent's body is so thin, once it hits the ground, it is estimated that the lightest consequence is that the lumbar spine will fall into several sections and become a paralyzed person from then on.

Alatan Ula did not show any mercy. His huge body turned around and threw the Red Lady with the strength of his waist and legs.

The red lady who was thrown into the air girded her chest. The volley turned upside down, and then landed firmly on the ground, with both feet on the ground, no violation. Alatan Ula in amazement roared and rushed to grab her, the red lady smiled. You advance and retreat, like a butterfly wearing flowers. The unspeakable grace of the fluttering clothes drew the girls on the grassland into a thunderous madness.

He just wants to catch this fish-like Cui Ying and subdue him with a hug flapping method, but unexpectedly Cui Ying'er is not as easy to deal with as before. It is better if his hands are not touched by the red lady. After the opponent's body, he was embarrassed, either staggering forward, or being kicked away.

Such weirdness made not only the shepherds at the scene amazed, some people reported the news to the sweat tent, and the Queen of Doyan Yin Qi and the Living Buddha also walked out to watch the fun. Although there is also a way to relieve strength in wrestling, there is no such clever way to relieve strength, and there is no such skill to use strength to fight. Yin Qi saw the handsome and handsome body and skill of the red lady, and couldn't help but feel obsessed. There is no second person who can be as fascinating as him.

The Qiuyang Zhuzha Living Buddha looked at him intently for a long while, and couldn't help admiring him again and again, and said: "This Han should be the very clever Zhanyi 18zhang technique among the Han people."

Of course, the Red Lady is not stunned by clothes, but this living Buddha has not performed Central Plain in her life, but she has heard the monks in the monastery mentioned Central Plain Kung Fu many times. Seeing that she is very skillful, she took it for granted. Yin Qi wondered: "What kind of effort is that, is it great?"

"It's very powerful, this kind of powerful kungfu is similar to our big mudra kungfu, it is a very clever martial art!"

Hearing such words, not only did the Queen of Yin Qi bet on the red lady's adoring eyes with her body-fitting posture, she also had a little more respect. Even the people on both sides who heard what the Living Buddha said were also full of awe.

The news spread quickly, and those who were confident about winning the wrestling championship were suddenly frustrated. Even the Living Buddha with high morals praised him so much, which shows that his skill is really good. Although he was not using authentic wrestling techniques, he did not violate the rules of wrestling at all. Who can accuse him of it?

Now let's not talk about winning the game, what they have to worry about is how to play decently, instead of being embarrassed like Ulla.

People live for profit and die for profit. As Naadam gradually came to an end, the restless profit-seekers began to stage the same massacre in different places.

Hara, son of Chief Suo Wan of Jurchen Gandori, was celebrating with his brothers in his camp. His camp is very far away, and the core area is the camp of the Mongolians who came to participate in the competition, and those Han merchants who are very popular with herdsmen. And Jurchen has no status in the eyes of the Mongols, even though he is the son of a chief.

Hara proudly did not want to see the Mongols' eyes. So he set up the camp on a grassy **** far away, and only the brothers of the same race who came with him lived with him. The sum of his first two results is already among the best. He is confident that he will never be weaker than anyone in the Bok game. It can be said that he is one step closer to Queen Doyan, the cute and lovely girl, in his heart. Naturally very happy.

His father administers more than a thousand miles of land and has 600 households under his control. It is a big tribe in Jianzhou Jurchen, if he can marry Queen Doyan. His family will become the number one Jurchen family. There will be more and more Jurchen people in the place of attachment and refuge. It is for this reason that Suo Wan sent his son to Doyanwei, hoping to win the championship of the three arts. .

Hara is indeed a very skilled warrior in the Jurchen tribe. His matches are arranged in the afternoon. It is much better to relax here than to go on the field to watch other people's matches against the sun. Although after winning. It will inevitably be the same as some of the heroes who participated in the game and won in the morning, but Hara did not want to watch the game now.

Boke has more than 30 moves, including kicking, stumbling, twisting, picking, and hooking. Everyone on the grassland understands these skills. There are no tricks and secrets. It depends entirely on the opponent's use and his own strength. Facing different opponents, the skills and strengths displayed by the opponents are different. Observe and be preconceived. In fact, there is no benefit.

There is no music, no singing and dancing, but Hara and the brothers are very happy drinking. He drinks a lot, and moderate drinking will not affect his skills, but will increase his strength, which is conducive to better performance. When other tribes fight with other tribes, Hara often carries a bag of spirits instead of drinking water.

Hara picked up a big bowl. Just now, the cow drank a bowl of spirits. Hearing a brother next to her vividly talk about the beauty of the Yin Qi queen, Hara couldn't help putting down the cup and laughing. It seems that the noble and handsome little beauty has become his wife.

The weather is clear, and the wind blowing into the tent is so refreshing. This is a good day, he will surely live up to expectations and successfully embrace the beauty. Hara thought like this, pierced a piece of blood sausage with a knife and stuffed it into his wide mouth, chewing hard.

"Chuff! Chuck! Chuck!" There was a cracking sound, and the wind in the tent suddenly became louder. Suddenly, the surrounding area of ​​the camp was cut open by more than ten sharp steel knives at the same time, and then from the cracks Nei threw himself into a person, holding a sharp blade in his hand, without saying a word, he pierced the back of the surprised Jurchen.

Prepared to kill and not prepared, and the opponent is obviously proficient in close martial arts, the cracking sound has not disappeared in the ears, the sound of the blade entering the body sounded in the tent, a short scream, suddenly accumulated on the carpet A pool of blood.

As a leader, brave and brave

Warrior La was not immune. He lifted his hands and hit a handsome young man with a cup and a table, and he was shocked to find that when he rushed at an astonishing speed, he could still run like a ghost. Move away to avoid his sudden outbreak of resistance.

No, it's not moving horizontally. The staggered body doesn't slow forward at all. Hara's hand has just touched the hilt, and the sharp blade has penetrated his throat. The chat and laughter and banquet disappeared in an instant, just a moment's effort. There were pools of blood and corpses in the tattered and windy tent, and it was desolate.

"Go!" The short command came from the Han who stabbed Hara to death. His blade rubbed Hara's body, quickly returned the sheath, and led the few people out of the tent like a smoke.

Far away, two herders are driving their sheep to graze by the sea like a mirror. The dozen or so people who flashed out of the tattered camp leaped on horseback and walked away leisurely. Far away, it seems that there is no People pay attention to what is happening here, and there is one less competitor for the queen's husband.

Just as the Red Lady slammed over her shoulders neatly and smashed Ula's huge body to the ground, the news of Hara's death arrived, and the grassland competition suddenly became nervous.

The Naadam meeting was forced to be suspended, and the Queen of Yin Qi personally led someone to deal with Hara's matter first. Hara’s tribe is naturally vulnerable in her eyes, and the Jurchen tribe does not have a strong influence. Although Jurchen is divided into three parts, in fact, each part is still full of constant tribal vendettas. They are not united, and there is no strong force. A powerful leader has no influence on Doyan Sanwei.

But a chief's son who came to participate in the game died in her territory. That is a challenge to Queen Doyan's authority. If she does not stand up and preside over the overall situation at this time, she will lose the majesty of Queen Shunming in front of all tribes.

Hara was the only one who was qualified to win the championship among the warriors other than Doyan Sanwei before the Red Lady showed such outstanding kung fu. He was suddenly killed at this time, and this Jurchen tribe has nothing to do with the participating tribes. No feast, the only explanation is that someone is afraid of his strength, so he is using despicable means to eradicate alienation.

Tainingwei is suspected, and Fuyuwei is also suspected. Any party participating in the final victory is suspected, but the Red Lady is not, because the kung fu she showed proves that she does not need to use this method at all, and even she will be the next person to be removed.

The shepherds on the grassland asked each other for news, and all of them were ordered to stay where they were and cannot leave for the time being. Until twilight. The queen of Yin Qi and Baiyin, Agudamu and others hurried back to the high stage like a gust of wind.

The Queen of Yin Qi climbed onto the platform with a sinking face. With a stern voice, she announced that she had ordered an immediate investigation of the cause of Hala's death, and she must find out the murderer to be severely punished, give the Jurchen people an explanation, and ask the grasslands not to panic. At the same time, the various tribes on the Nadamsai grassland live in mixed camps, and Yi and the murderers can take advantage of this opportunity. Therefore, all ministries were ordered to move back to Duoyan City immediately and were not allowed to stay here.

Yin Qi's instructions to deploy are quite structured, but Baiyin secretly surprised Baiyin, who had always ignored her and regarded her as a little girl without his own opinion.

Finally, Yin Qi glanced at the tribal herders who were whispering suspiciously below, and announced loudly: "Those who are eligible to enter the finals. There are also Buhe, Sukhbaru and Cui Ying. Uncle Baiyin and Uncle Agudamu, please be sure to protect your nephew’s safety. As for the Cui Ying of the Taka tribe, they have the fewest manpower. I will take him back to the palace. Until the end of Nadam!"

The Red Lady was startled, she didn't expect Yin Qi to publicly express her affection for her. In order to protect her safety, let her live in the palace. She couldn't help looking up to the high platform, her eyes touched Yin Qi, and she touched the little girl's eager, shining eyes with a smile, and the red lady numb with goose bumps.

The red lady who is not afraid of the sky is afraid of Queen Yin Qi, she quietly cast her pleading eyes on Yang Ling, Yang Ling smiled, but only bowed her head to make her feel a little calm. As for Cheng Qiyun behind him, the hateful woman gave her a coquettish smile, blinked narrowly, and nodded gently. Thinking of the two people's agreement, and then taking a deep look at the assured Yang Ling, the Red Lady had to bite the bullet and reluctantly walk towards the Yin Qi queen.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on her, with a long shadow, showing her majesty on Nadam. Now she is like a prisoner in prison, desolate and panic.

At this time, a fire is igniting on the Horqin grassland. In this season, the grass is not easy to ignite, but if the camp, carpet, and bedding of the Wuenqi tribe with nearly three thousand people are poured with butter and fat, let them enjoy Burning, the green grass that grows around the waist will soon be dried and ignited, and thick and cracked black smoke will be emitted, and then under the wind, it will spray blazing flames and burn away.

It's too vicious. This season is when the aquatic plants are the most abundant. When fighting each other, few grassland tribes light up the grasslands they depend on to fight each other. This is the life of people in the Absolute Fang clan. But now, the crazy Yi Bulu has done something that everyone is angry with.

The survivors of the Wunqi tribe were crying and fleeing on the grassland. They are now convinced that the gang dressed up as the Western Merchants are the men and horses sent by Yibuya to make trouble. They must rush back and report to the leader. : Oirad has started on Horqin!

This mercenary was originally a group of desperadoes, but now it has received direct orders from Cheng Qiyun and Adeni: they can use all means to strike against the grasslands, and they can successfully provoke them. In the Great War, everyone is a great achievement and can get a lot of rewards, and all the plundered gains belong to the individual. What are they scrupulous about.

Tun Mi led the people all the way north. This area was originally the area bordered by the Oirad, the White Army and Horqin. Relatively speaking, it is also the safest and most peaceful place at present. As long as you speed up to the northeast, you can return to the White Army's sphere of influence, which is much safer, after all, they are just a small team.

They went all the way and set fire all the way, and fire and smoke rose everywhere on the Horqin grassland!

The robbers screamed excitedly, the hump was full of goods

, this time except for the looks. They have all been replaced with real property, which was plundered from the Wunqi tribe.

Along a meandering river, about dozens of miles, under a high slope, they ignited a fire again, where the grass is more luxuriant, and once it rises, it becomes more intense. The wind suddenly became stronger. The flames ran wildly, rolling towards the hinterland of Horqin. The thick smoke is like a black dragon. It also carried the ashes after burning vegetation.

"Hahahaha", Tunmi laughed loudly while standing on the high slope, while watching with interest the destructive effect created by his own hands with clairvoyance. They were originally predators on the grassland. They didn't need to graze, and they didn't even consider that if this fire burned continuously because of the wind, it would turn the grassland into black soil. So how do the tribes live in this land?

In fact, there is no need for him to think about it. The seven disasters in the grassland, the white disaster (heavy snow), and the black disaster (no snow in winter) are the nightmare of the entire grassland. Whenever this happens, they will become the whole people. They are all pirates, and they use farming and wealthy Han people as cattle and sheep. Looting, burning and killing, do no evil.

As for wind disasters, fires, droughts, diseases, and wolf disasters, which tribe meets which tribe is unlucky, even if there is no enmity with other tribes, most of them will end up in the same way as tribes that are not affected by the disaster. Fight for life and death. just now. Create a few big fires artificially, let them vent their anger on the Oirad people.

"Chief. We should leave here," said the Koryo swordsman.

"Wait, brother, don't you think this is a rare sight? You should take a good look. We rarely do such interesting things." Tunmi replied with a smile, his moving clairvoyance Suddenly it stopped, and after a while, he said, "Hey! Someone is coming."

The subordinates became nervous immediately. Someone had already fired a knife and gun, and Tunmi smiled and said: "Don't be nervous, there are only a few hundred people, they are Tatar people, ah, really embarrassed, why are they running to meet the fire?" /

In the lens, hundreds of knights were clearly seen dashing in an arc, desperately trying to bypass the fire and rushing from the side. But the fire was really burning too fast, they were very embarrassed to avoid, everyone covered their faces with cloth towels, but they were still fascinated by the smoke and ashes, but they were still tightly controlling the horses, that horse Has long since fled.

"Hundreds of people? It's nothing to worry about. They don't want to put out the fire or cut off the grassland. What are they going to here?" asked Kim Cunho, a swordsman from Korea.

Tunmi's treacherous businessman took his breath away, and smiled coldly: "Fuck him, we have no friends here. Anyone we can meet is our enemy, and we must think about killing the locals. Ways to kill. Kill them too, and then burn them a little bit. Hey, everyone, come here, let’s get ready."

The wolf-like warriors began to prepare nervously again. Soon, they became a group leisurely singing distant folk songs, marching on the prairie merchants, and greeted the group of knights who came in a hurry.

The team from where they were marching rushed to the front with gunpowder and smoke. Their bodies and faces were dusty, and their eyes were half open. Some people were still in tears, although most Everyone was coughing desperately, but they still held the weapon in their hands vigilantly and looked at the marching team.

The nonsense and costumes of Tunmi and others, especially the several enchanting, big-eyed and charming women in the merchant team, quickly dispelled their doubts. No team would take a woman with them.

A leader-like person approached, greeted Tunmi politely, and asked for some water. They needed to moisten their thirsty throat. Tun Mi enthusiastically agreed to them, and asked people to remove the water bag from under the hump, and generously gave it to these gray-headed knights.

They apparently just came out of the continuous fire scene. Not only was the blood boiled at the speed of the journey, but the flying ash was so choking all the way, so that I couldn't breathe. At this time, there was a lot of clear water, everyone drank to their heart's content, and others drank it to the fullest, spraying the water on their heads and necks, and these sturdy knights burst into laughter.

The leader with a beard and beard under his chin and a slightly refined and gentle sip, he didn't move, and the twenty sharp-eyed men standing in front of him stood upright on the horse. Although each of them was choked with black and gray faces and chapped lips, they were still like piles, and they didn't even move their eyes elsewhere.

Guarding dutifully in this way, and everyone's body is like cast iron, it can be seen that as long as they pull out the long knife at their waist, they are all heroes. Tun Mi couldn't help being darkened in his heart, and he was also secretly curious about the identity of the leader who didn't seem to be overbearing.

But no matter who he is. This battle is inevitable. To escape from the fire, what they want most must be clear water. So Tunmi had already poisoned people in the water in advance. Although these samurai only had a few hundred people, looking at the mighty momentum, even the armored team of thousands of people could not match it.

Tun Mi and others believe in: As long as they can kill the opponent, what method is the most labor-saving. Then what is the method. Despicableness is an appreciation; shamelessness also requires skill. Can not be a hero, never pretend to be a wolf with a big tail!

Seeing the subordinate's presumptuousness, the slightly gentle leader laughed and said to Tunmi, stroking his chest: "My subordinate is too rude. I wasted so much water, I will do something to you in a moment. Compensatory".

Tunmi smiled and said: "It doesn't matter. There are rivers and seas everywhere on this grassland. Our water resources will be replenished soon." He handed a bag of clear water to the man and said with a smile: "You drink a little too. It's unfortunate, I don't know if it was the thunder fire or the shepherd's carelessness. It caused such a big fire, which would burn a large piece of it. The pasture."

"Thank you!" The man took the water bag, and while unscrewing the cork, he smiled and said: "Yes, I just walked out of the fire scene. I wanted to go north, but it burned more violently. We don’t know how big the fire scene is, but we dare not take risks. Well, this time, Horqin has suffered a heavy loss.”

His tone seemed to have a hint of schadenfreude, Tunmi looked at him vigilantly, but saw that the man unscrewed the cork, just put the water bag to his lips and stopped moving, his eyes fixed on With his horse.

Tunmi looked down subconsciously, her heart tense in her heart

He was too careless. There was still a mass of unwashed blood under the horse's belly, including his boots, with blood on the top. This is not an excuse for slaughtering cattle and sheep. You must know that people who walk on the grassland all the year round use a slap-sized knife to slaughter a sheep until the whole sheepskin is peeled off without splashing a drop of blood on the ground. Will you get boots? Even worse, it is even more impossible to spray on the horse's belly.

"Would you like to explain that you met a horse thief on the road?" Tun Mi thought, the man had already put down the water bag, and slowly touched the saber around his waist with a watchful expression on his face: "Oh, You are businessmen from the Western Regions, don’t know how Yili collects the current taxes?"

There was a wry smile in Tun Mi's heart. He was doing a non-profit business. How could he care about Turfan's taxes?

The gentle-looking middle-aged man stared tightly into his eyes, and Tun Mi slyly swept left and right, then raised his eyes, met the man's eyes, and laughed. The leader pressed the knife and laughed briskly.

The laughter didn't stop, the shoulders of the two moved at the same time, and the sabre around the waist had already swung a halo, and with a gust of wind, it rolled towards each other's head.

The water bag was thrown into the air. I don’t know who’s knife split it first. It was like a broken silver bottle. The bright silver drops filled the sky, reflecting each other’s chilly light, and it struck each other sharply. together.

Two people shouted one word at the same time: "Kill!"

A chaotic battle broke out on the grassland where the flames have just burned and the black and gray butterflies are flying in the sky

When the huge red sun like wheels hangs on the horizon with a soft red light, it looks like it has reached the end of the sky. However, that is not the end of the sky, but the end of life.

There is already a Gobi underfoot. Only scattered vegetation swayed in the evening breeze. Tun Mi led the cavalry team to chase down the cavalry leader, and he had been chasing him to the end.

Tunmi didn’t want to kill them all. It would be beneficial for them to leave a few victories to various tribes to tell their wrongs, but this cavalry team of hundreds of people was too powerful, even though most of the soldiers did. Poison, and quickly lost his combat power, but this leader, relying only on the force of more than two dozen guards around him, rushed out of his surroundings of more than 200 people.

Tun Mi is well aware of the abilities of his subordinates, and they are not inferior to the warriors of the grasslands. The melee ability is even stronger, and the opponent's guards are so powerful. There is only one explanation. This team looks like an ordinary team of knights, but in fact, all of them are selected from among the brave and well-fighting Mongolian athletes.

The leader they are protecting must be an extraordinary character, so I would rather kill the wrong person than let it go!

It's not as anxious as a dog at home. Desperately whipping the mount, there are only two followers behind him.

He is the grandson of Tiansheng Khan. The Celestial Khan had personally caught the emperor of Great Ming; the Celestial Khan once forced the descendants of Genghis Khan to desperate; then, in his hands, he handed over to Bayan in humiliation, and was even deprived of the title of Great Khan.

His palace is no longer allowed to be called a palace, and the crown on his head is forced to be cut off. He can only sit on his knees in the palace. This series of things reminds him of his humiliation. He wanted to regain his former reputation. He wants to regain the glory of his grandfather, and his ambition is even greater than Bayan.

But Huoshai is really not a good partner. The leader of the Mongolian black dog special department likes to kill people with a knife. He always encourages people who do not assault to conflict with Bayan, and Huoshai sees. It seems to have been rushing to the front line, but rarely has substantial conflicts with Bayan. This made it necessary to look farther east and cross the Bayan section to get in touch with Doyan Sanwei directly.

Meng En’s negotiation with the Queen of Yin Qi involves cooperation between two powerful tribes, and there are too many details to be discussed. When the battlefield situation is changing rapidly, Meng En will send the news across the Bayan tribe. It was impossible, so he came in person.

This is an adventure. But the price of risk is worth it, success and failure. That's the difference from slave to emperor. It's worth throwing your head and blood, let alone a secret meeting.

The route he chose was the border between the White Army and the Bayan forces~IndoMTL.com~ mainly passed through the peaceful Horqin grassland. In the enemy’s territory, the fewer people they bring, the less noticeable they are. He only Bringing a close-fitted iron guard that can be used for hundreds of thousands to do this adventure. But no one thought that the big winds and waves broke through and were planted in this small gutter.

"They should be a gang of horse thieves," and didn't pant and think. A profuse sweat with hundreds of thousands of people, was chased by a group of hundreds of horse thieves and ran desperately without grinning, and some wanted to cry.

The setting sun is about to set, and the twilight is approaching. On the vast grassland, green grass waves are rolling. In the grass waves, hundreds of knights seem to be chasing the slowly setting sun.

Tunmi pulled up the bow again, the sharp arrows clustered against the dark red sunlight, like fangs dripping with blood.

He gave a grinning grin, and the arrow pierced through the wind without pulling it toward him.

Shooting the next day was also an arrow.

Tunmi shot an arrow and shot a round of the sun, the only leader who united and commanded the many tribes of Oirad. However, Tunmi himself didn't know that he was going to be killed soon, but he was such a big man.