(Thanks to the great local tyrant "0Bona Baichuan0" for the reward. Your butt is not hot yet, and you are the elder who is now booked again!)

According to the agreement between Hu Hansan and Yan Qing, their plan was to divide it into two groups, one left and one right to attack the Hu people.

There are two benefits to doing this. The first is to narrow your own goals and further reduce the possibility of being discovered.

Secondly, this can form a surround, preventing fish from leaking the net, and also putting greater psychological pressure on the enemy.

So, Hu Hansan and Yan Qing all went to the Hu tribe separately.

At this time, the grassland was quiet, and the Hu people who were originally grazing outside had been killed by the scouts.

When he was only four miles away from the Hu people's settlement, Hu Hansan gathered his subordinates, and at this time he wanted to make the final pre-war mobilization.

He only heard him say to everyone: "Brothers, today the young master gave us this opportunity, so he must seize it! I will show you all the things you train on weekdays, and that person cut down the most heads..."

After pausing, Hu Hansan continued: "You all know that the young master said that those who want to be promoted in the future must exchange their heads!"

"Sir, please give the order quickly! The young master is still waiting for the Hu people's head!" Below, a soldier said excitedly.

Then, someone said again: "That's right, sir, if we don't take action, the people over there will be the first one!"

Hu Hansan's subordinates were excited by being coaxed together like this. They were usually trained as dogs in the military camp, but now they don't want to kill the enemy and prove themselves.

Hu Hansan laughed and said, "Okay, it's my Hu Hansan's brother!"

Speaking of this, Hu Hansanyi pulled the reins and turned his horse's head, then pulled out his sword and pointed at the sky: "Brothers, we are the most powerful sword in the hands of the young master. Kill me..."

As soon as Hu Hansan's word "kill" came out, all soldiers' reflexes were used to clamp their legs, and then suddenly waved their whip.

For a moment, the horse's hooves roared, and the soldiers increased the impact speed as quickly as possible.

Hu Hansan was at the front of the team, raised his sword in his hand and shouted: "Long live the young master... kill..."

"Long live the young master, kill..." the soldiers shouted.

As the soul of the entire army, as the idol of all soldiers, and as the gift of power and wealth, Wei Wuji is naturally the source of courage of the soldiers.

On the other side, Yan Qing's subordinates also launched a charge at this time...

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The Nati tribe, a tribe whose name is not even known, is today the day of their tribe.

Although their population is only over a thousand, they also have their own customs. Today is the day when they worship the gods once a month.

The Naiti tribe is really too weak. Not only is it exploited by the Donghu people, but it is also often blackmailed by nearby tribes.

If more than ten years ago, they could relied on slaughtering the villages outside the Great Wall to supplement their consumption. Now there are no villages outside the Great Wall, so they could only pray for the gods to bring good fortune.

But at this time, the Naiti tribes who were praying in the central clearing ground in the city felt a strange feeling at this moment, which made them feel uneasy.

A few minutes later, they immediately understood where the strange thing came from, and it was the earth under their knees, which was already shaking.

As tribes living on horseback, they instantly realized that this was the sound of a large group of horses flying.

They could even quickly estimate that the horses coming were about three or five hundred.

The most insignificant thing on the grassland is killing, so they have a strong sense of crisis.

The chief of the Nati tribe, the vicious man kneeling on the altar, stood up and said in tribal language: "Warriors, take up weapons and step on the horse, and protect their women's children!"

Yes, when the enemy and us were not clear, he directly decided the other party as the enemy.

Everyone below was busy and had good weapons, and they were all carrying them with them... but their own war horses were at home.

Looking at the busy scene below, a man with broken arms stood beside the chief, but at this time he comforted: "Chief, I'm afraid the other families are coming to ask for horses and cattle and sheep!"

The families in this population refer to the tribes near theirs on the Hanoi grasslands. They were also such a large formation half a month ago.

Although the chief also made such a judgment in his heart, he always felt a little uneasy, as if he had been abandoned by the gods.

The horse's back was very fast, and in less than a minute, they armed themselves. Although they had already predicted the "enemy" in their hearts and there would be no real battle, they still did not dare to relax themselves.

Just when the Nothi tribe was ready to fight, they hurried in from outside the tribe, but were responsible for guarding outside.

Just as the chief was about to ask questions, the visitor cried and said, "The people of Wei are here, and everyone outside is dead..."

"A native of Wei?" The chief read, then looked into the sky, but found a black dot getting closer and closer to him.

With a "swish", the chief lost consciousness and a Wei army-style feather arrow was inserted into the center of his forehead.

The moment before losing consciousness, the chief could not let go of the tribe was still how to continue.

"The leader is dead..." Someone roared sadly among the tribal warriors gathered below.

However, they were not panicked, thinking that the one-armed man standing beside the loss of the chief had already picked up his weapon.

"Warriors, if the enemy wants to drink our blood, we will send them to hell!" the one-armed man roared.

"Kill, avenge the leader!"

At this time, the Nati tribe was united and had been forced to a dead end, so they had to fight to the death.

But in a blink of an eye, a large black cloud appeared above the Natiba... It was the greeting of the god of death.

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"Shot all the arrows on your back..."

Among the speeding teams on both sides, Hu Hansan and Yan Qing both issued the same orders at this time.

This is the one who proposed to send a shot. Within fifty meters of the range, you must shoot all the arrows in the quiver to give the enemy a thunderous momentum.

However, this kind of fighting style was also called "flash war" by the young master, but there was no in-depth explanation of this name, which made Hu Hansan a little puzzled.

Soon, fifty meters passed, and even if there were no light-shooting arrows, they threw down their bow and began to prepare for the rush.

Soon, the teams on both sides rushed into the town of Naiti tribe and raised their butcher knives to the people of Naiti tribe who were already confused.

On one hand, there are elite soldiers with the fastest speed, and on the other hand, there are tribal people who are in chaos and disorder, with almost no circumcision space.

The situation and results of the war are obvious, and this is one-sided massacre.

The entire Nati tribe was killed ten minutes later, and was replaced by the helpless cry of the elderly, weak, women and children.
Chapter completed!