After sending Qiu Chi and the other two away, Mohan ordered people to kill cattle and sheep and entertain a group of Xianbei leaders. In addition to being invited to deal with Macheng this time, he did have the intention of expanding the influence of the tribe to this side. Although the Xianbei and Wuhuan often have frictions due to territory issues, on the grassland, they believe in the jungle law that the strong are respected. In fact, the boundaries between the Xianbei and Wuhuan people are not so obvious. As long as they break a tribe, whether they are Xianbei or Wuhuan people, as long as they are willing to take them in, the tribe will be the spoils of the victors in the future, including women, children, young and strong, and wealth.

This time Mohan brought people to the border, which was not just a striking Macheng. He wanted to break away from Qiu Liju's control and invite these Xianbei leaders to come, but also hoped to win over some small Xianbei tribes. If he could successfully subdue these small tribes, he would have the capital to compete with Qiu Liju in Wuhuan.

The banquet was filled with joy, and the guests and guests kept drinking. They just finished in the evening. As the master's family, Mohan also drank a lot, and was a little drunk. He was about to arrange for someone to take these Xianbei heads to rest, a warrior under his command suddenly broke in and said with a ugly expression: "Head, our batch of cattle and sheep were snatched by the bald man!"

"What!?" Mohan glared at his eyes and said angrily: "Dao Dare to snatch my things?"

The person who came was a general under Mohan's command. He shook his head and said, "It shouldn't be that the person under his command happened to him. After all, in this area, the tribe of Diwa is the largest, and he is used to being unscrupulous. Diwa has just sent someone to apologize, and it means that the cattle and sheep that were robbed will be sent back tomorrow."

"How can there be such a cheap thing?" Mo Han sneered, and a greedy look flashed in his eyes: "I heard that Aguli, the former leader of the Jutu Tribe, once led three thousand cavalry to attack Macheng, but was greatly destroyed by the Han people. The tribe was seriously damaged. Although the population is large now, there are only a few hundred soldiers!"

"Yes, the leader wants to..." his subordinate looked up at Mohan and said excitedly.

"Originally, we were just a little bit hard to attack him. Now that his people are causing trouble first, I'm not so polite. Go and gather people and prepare to go to war with me. Tonight, I will flatten the bald tribe!" Mohan stood up and said sternly.

"Will it be too hurrying? And night combat is very unfavorable to us!" his subordinates hesitated.

"There is a saying in the Han military tactics that is unexpected. If you think so, then Daotu will definitely not think that we will take action tonight." Mohan sneered. On weekdays, he likes to listen to some Han military tactics, and his favorite is unexpected. Every time he fights, he likes to win by surprise. This is also the reason why his tribe can become the top tribe of Wuhuan. This time, he is planning to use the same means to clean up Daotu.

"Yes, I'll prepare now!" my subordinate nodded and agreed.

Mohan's troops set out without hiding their movements. If he wants to gain a foothold at the Danhan Mountain, he must establish his reputation. The Jiutu tribe, which has just been crippled, is a good starting point. He wants to use this tribe to establish his authority, and at the same time, he also needs to dig the population of the Tu tribe to enrich his power in the Danhan Mountain area.

Two thousand cavalrymen, leaving only two hundred people to guard the camp, Mohan led the rest of his troops and horses to attack the Jutu tribe in a fierce manner.

The two sides were more than 60 miles apart. When Mohan brought his men to the Jutu tribe, it was already completely dark. From a distance, you could see clusters of bonfires in the Jutu tribe emitting fires. Many of the members of the Jutu tribe sang and danced around the bonfires.

"I snatched my stuff and it was so rampant!" Mohan picked off the caltrops on the horse's back, pointed to the direction of the Dutu tribe, and said loudly: "My sons, break through this camp, women, cattle and sheep, are all yours, kill them for me!"

"Kill~" The soldiers of the Mohan tribe couldn't help but turn red when they heard this, and they roared and urged their war horses to run towards the brightly lit camp.

Mohan clamped his legs and followed the rear of the brigade without any haste. In front of him, there seemed to be a scene where the Dutu tribe surrendered to him in blood and wail.

Less than three miles away, people in the tribe were getting closer frantically, and they had already heard the shouts of killing and began to run around in panic.

"Bowmen lined up, shield hands were in front!" In front of the tribe, a group of people pushed aside the crowd and quickly formed a formation. Under the protection of the shield, Ye Zhao looked at the roaring enemy indifferently.

"Lord, the enemy has entered the range of our army." A general stood beside Ye Zhao, looking at the faint figure in the dark. These generals were the first soldiers to follow Ye Zhao, who had gone to the battlefield and saw blood. At this moment, even when facing an enemy four times that of his own, he remained calm.

"Rise the shield!" Ye Zhao slowly raised his right hand. Two hundred archers quickly bent their bows and arrows, but did not shoot immediately. Instead, the Wuhuan people's arrow clusters were already shooting overwhelmingly. The shield hands in the front row quickly raised their shields to protect themselves and the archers. The sound of arrows shooting on the wooden shields was as dense as raindrops. A cold cluster of arrows shot in from the gap in the shield, and passed through Ye Zhao's cheeks. The archer slammed into the chest of an archer behind Ye Zhao. The archer screamed and fell straight to the ground.

Mohan also discovered this man. Neither the Xianbei nor the Wuhuan people on the grassland had a special infantry shield formation. At most, the shield was just a small shield tied to his arms. This sudden infantry was obviously the Han soldiers, which made Mohan even more murderous intent for digging the bald. This damn bastard was completely surrendered to the Han people! Unforgivable!

"Kill all this Han army for me!" A trace of ferociousness flashed in Mohan's eyes, and the caltrops in his hand led to Ye Zhao's direction, making a violent roar like a lion and tiger.

"Raise the arrow!" Estimating the distance between the other party, Ye Zhao said in a deep voice.

"Swish~"

An archer who had already prepared quickly pulled the bow and shot a special arrow into the sky. The sharp whistle was still very harsh even on this noisy battlefield. At the same time, more than ten fast horses began to run in different directions under the urging of several Wuhuan knights. Each horse was pulling a long rope on the back. At this moment, under the pull of the war horses, they jumped straight in an instant. In the Wuhuan cavalry formation, one by one, one by one, was intertwined into a net. Countless horses running wildly were caught off guard and tripped by the thunderous aura. At this moment, the momentum of thunder became a joke.

If it was daytime, such an obvious trap would not be visible, but at night, you can't see your fingers, even if you are carefully searching on the ground with a torch, you may not be able to find it, let alone without any warning.

"Shoot the arrow!" Looking at the Wuhuan people who were overturning their horses, Ye Zhao raised his right hand and slashed the air hard. Two hundred arrows that had been pulled out of the air, ruthlessly gathering towards the soldiers of the Mohan tribe, and the wailing sounded.

Almost at the same time, two teams of men emerged from both sides of the bald tribe, and they were full of figures, so they could not see how many people were.

"Not good! I've been trapped!" Mo Han was shocked and let out a cold sweat, and did not care about the loss, so he turned his horse's head and left.

But at this moment, the two thousand Wuhuan cavalry brought by Mohan were already in chaos, running around like headless flies, and they could tell where they were clear about the north and south, and they could only be entangled in the crowd and drifted with the flow.

On the other hand, Ye Zhao did not ask the soldiers beside him to press up immediately, but instead directed the troops to maintain their formation, slowly advance, and kept firing arrows at Mohan's men. When he met the soldiers who were not dead on the ground, he immediately went up and made up for a knife.

If you look at it from the perspective of the bystander at this moment, you will find that Ye Zhao's men are not pressing tightly, but they just shoot arrows around them slowly. Instead, the soldiers of the Mohan tribe trampled on each other and many dead.

From the beginning of the raid, after a brief encounter, it turned into a complete pursuit and annihilation battle. From the Jutu tribe to the Mohan tribe, a distance of only a few dozen miles, Mohan ran all night, and even until the sky lighted up and the outline of the tribe appeared in front of him, he realized that he had been driven back here unknowingly.

Looking around, Mohan sadly discovered that the two thousand tribal warriors who were aggressive last night were now only a few dozen people left by his side.

In the distance, Ding Li and his men were swimming around each other, and did not go forward to attack. Only when someone wanted to break out in another direction like a headless fly, someone would come up and let a rain of arrows and shoot them. The scene reminded Mohan of driving the sheep.

humiliation!

The strong sense of humiliation made the anger in Mohan's heart spread like fire, especially when he found that the number of people on the other side was actually not large, the sense of shame was like ten thousand ants eating his heart, making his breathing thicker.

"Stop!" He suddenly slammed the horses, Mohan turned his head, looked at the two troops attacking towards him with fierce eyes, raised the caltrops in his hands high, and roared: "My sons, we can die in battle, but we cannot be killed in battle like a sheep like this. Take up your weapons and use our blood to tell these Han people the courage of our grassland men!"

"Roar~" With Mo Han's roar, dozens of Wuhuan warriors who were already running around him who were running around turned their horses and attacked them with their enemies raised their weapons one by one, making crazy roars.

"Care with me!" Mo Han rushed to the front this time, and took the lead in facing the rushing Jutu tribe. The iron caltrops in his hand flew over. Wherever he passed, there was no warrior in the Jutu tribe who had joined the general.

At this moment, Ye Zhao and his men appeared on the edge of the battlefield under Guan Hai's escort. Seeing dozens of people fighting against their enemies ten times more than theirs without hesitation, even though they were in hostility, Ye Zhao couldn't help but exclaim: "This person has some courage."

"Lord, do you want help?" Guan Hai looked at Ye Zhao.

"Don't worry, I'll send Ding Li to take over his nest first! Remember, don't kill those Xianbei leaders." Ye Zhao shook his head and said.
Chapter completed!