In Mohan Camp, although more than a dozen Xianbei heads were still alive, they lived on the grassland all year round and were extremely sensitive to danger. The shouts of killing outside made these Xianbei heads wake up quickly. However, before they could react, Ding Li had already rushed in with his men.

The two hundred Wuhuan soldiers who were left behind the camp did not even resist much, and were killed by Ding Li and his men. More than a dozen Xianbei leaders had just crawled out of their respective camp tents. At first glance, there were Han soldiers everywhere. The body of a Wuhuan soldiers was dragged to a place by these Han soldiers and poured butter and ignited. The heat waves brought about by the raging fire completely awakened the wine of these Xianbei leaders.

"Why did the Han people appear here? Uh..." A Xianbei leader pulled out the knife at his waist. Before he could do anything, a sharp arrow that broke through the air shot through his throat. The sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, his hands pressed against his neck, staring at the front with a clear vision, and his burly body fell to the ground with a bang.

The remaining Xianbei leaders saw that the camp had been completely controlled by the Han army, and then looked at the fate of their companions, they were all silent. Not everyone could be treated as if they were ready to die. More than a dozen Xianbei leaders Han soldiers gathered together and walked out of the camp.

In the distance, thousands of horses galloped, and the two strands of people were entangled together, unable to see clearly, but the sound of fighting gradually weakened.

Even though the morale of the Wuhuan soldiers reached its peak under Mohan's encouragement, the number of people running overnight was far less than that of the enemy, and they were already at the end of their strength.

Mohan tirelessly waved the caltrop in his hand. Every time he waved, several enemies were caught. Although he didn't know the amount of the caltrop, he just looked at the sound of the caltrop when he waved it, and knew that this weapon was definitely not light.

But even though Mohan was so brave, there were fewer and fewer soldiers following him. Until the last charge, the last confidant around him was dragged down from the horse, and in an instant, he was trampled by the galloping horse hooves without recognizing.

Mohan gasped violently, looking at the enemy who had surrounded him, two clusters of arrows were inserted into his chest, and the leather armor on his body had also become fragments. A series of wounds that could see the bones seemed shocking under the rising sun.

Hundreds of corpses fell on the ground in a row, and blood stained the ground red, silently telling the tragic extent of this not-so-large battle.

Mohan looked up and looked at Ye Zhao, who was in the escort of Guan Hai, who had been mingling with Ding Li. He suddenly tore off the remaining leather armor on his body, slowly wiped his caltrops, and looked at Ye Zhao like a wild wolf who had chosen someone to eat. He whistled in a low and hoarse voice: "You Han people can only use this kind of conspiracy?"

Ye Zhao was slightly stunned when he heard this. It seemed that this person was the one who was causing trouble first. He frowned and said, "Although I don't know what kind of hatred you and me have, based on the information collected by Ye's detailed work on the grassland, the Mohan tribe is probably here for my Macheng."

Mohan looked at Ye Zhao silently. He was indeed invited by someone, but the action had not yet begun. Now there were no more than two thousand tribal men left. Thinking of this, I felt extremely frustrated in my heart.

"You are going to do it. Now that you are not as good as others, you are destroyed, but I am just cunning. Ye has always thought that the men on the grassland are all bloody warriors. When they see him today, it disappointed Ye!" Ye Zhao sneered.

Mohan only felt his chest blocking, raised the caltrop in his hand, pointed at Ye Zhao and said sternly: "Stop talking nonsense, Han people, can you dare to fight me."

Ye Zhao frowned slightly. He absolutely disagreed with Dou Jiang when he had an absolute advantage. Looking at Mohan standing alone in the wilderness, Ye Zhao snorted coldly and slowly raised his arm. The archer behind him quickly bent his bow and arrows, and hundreds of arrow clusters locked Mohan.

"What?" Mohan laughed sarcastically: "It turns out that the Han people are just like this. They only know how to fight with despicable tricks, but there is no warrior who can fight head-on with our Wuhuan Erlang?"

Having said that, Mohan couldn't help but feel bitter in his heart. In fact, like Ye Zhao, he would never fight alone if he could fight in groups. But now he is not as skilled as others, and the tiring elite tribe is completely lost in one battle. Now he is alone, and what he can do now is to kill one or the other. He can only use such means that he would never despise in the past to save some face.

"Lord, I will ask for a fight!" Guan Hai's eyes flashed with fierce light, rode out, bowed to Ye Zhao and said.

"Are you sure?" Ye Zhao raised his right arm and did not put down, frowned and looked at Guan Hai and said, "This person is already determined to live and die, and he is afraid he will not hesitate to exchange his life for his life!"

"Don't worry, lord, even if you die, you can't let these bastards underestimate us Han people!" Guan Hai thrust his chest and said loudly.

"Okay, it's a bit better to win." Ye Zhao turned around, glanced at the group of Xianbei heads who were escorted by Ding Li to the outside of the camp, and said coldly.

"Here!" Guan Hai agreed and slapped his horse and danced his sword. Before the person arrived, the sword in his hand had already swung the sword in his hand and slashed at Mo Han.

Although Mo Qian felt a little regretful that he could not provoke Ye Zhao, he was able to kill a powerful general on the other side. He roared and ignored the sword that Guan Hai was slashing. He used all his strength to swung the iron caltrops to hit Guan Hai. Just as Ye Zhao said, he was already determined to live and die. At this moment, he wanted to fight, just to kill one more Han man and to slash the Han army's majesty.

Ye Zhao's eyes suddenly turned cold, and a horrifying murderous intent flashed in his eyes. He raised his right hand high and clenched it into a fist. If Guan Hai was really short, Ye Zhao would definitely tear Na Mohan into pieces.

There is actually no complicated change in the battle of life and death. On the battlefield, the focus is on one blow. Under the nervous gaze of the crowd, Guan Hai lowered his body forward on the horse's back, and the sword in his hand flew over Mohan's throat. The caltrop immediately hit him, smashing Guan Hai's knife, rubbing the armor on Guan Hai's back, and hitting the horse's buttocks hard.

"Xilulu~"

The war horse rushing forward suddenly stood up, and the two retreated back were in this section, and the front hooves fluttered in pain. Mohan's head rose up with a blood column soared into the sky. Guan Hai spit out a mouthful of blood. Taking advantage of the moment the war horse landed on the ground, he rolled down from the horse's back, stood up with a sword, gasped heavily, stepped forward and picked up Mohan's head, turned around to face the direction of Mohan's camp, raised the head high, and let out a roar.

"Roar~" Behind Ye Zhao, many soldiers roared excitedly with their weapons and waved their weapons. On the other hand, the Xianbei leaders all looked like earth and looked at Guan Hai in fear.

Ye Zhao's eyes suddenly lit up. At this moment, Guan Hai had a sharp aura that had never been before. Although Guan Hai was powerful in the past, he was just ordinary generals with great strength, courage and some means. But at this moment, Ye Zhao felt a sense of oppression from Guan Hai. It was a breath of a strong man. Although it was very weak, Guan Hai had undergone transformation at this moment, both in his heart and in his strength.

"Okay!" Ye Zhao couldn't help but exclaim, then turned his head to look at the Xianbei leader and sneered: "I wonder why you are invited here this time?"

"Sir, we don't know that Mohan is going to deal with you. It's not our business at all. We are here, just dealing with Mohan, and we have absolutely no idea of ​​being an enemy!" A Xianbei leader hurried forward and said.

As soon as he said that, the others responded one after another. Originally, this matter had nothing to do with them, but now he was suffering from a disaster. The most important thing is that the Han people in front of him were too cruel. They rushed into the camp and killed people without asking questions. In addition to them, they even killed the guards they brought. At this moment, Mohan, who is a certain warrior in the Wuhuan clan, was killed by someone, and they really didn't want to have a conflict with Ye Zhao.

"That's what..." Ye Zhao jumped off the horse's back and asked casually: "How do you tell me to believe it?"

"Sir, we can swear to the wolf god!" A Xianbei leader raised the wolf teeth necklace in his hand and said in a stern manner.

Xianbei people believe in wolves, but unlike other places where they worship gods, their attitude towards gods is to kill! Adult Xianbei people can only be considered real warriors by hunting a wolf with their own hands. Not only them, but they can wear wolf teeth jewelry on the entire grassland, which is a symbol of honor.

"Don't be so serious. I believe you have no intention of being an enemy of me." Ye Zhao patted the other party's shoulder: "Please come in. It just so happens that I have something to discuss with you. Since you are all here, I will save you from invitations."

Seeing Ye Zhao enter the tent directly, the Xianbei leaders looked at each other, wondering if they should follow in.

"Hmm?" Ding Li saw that everyone was still moving, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and his right hand slowly grabbed the handle of the knife.

Yes, it seems that it’s impossible not to go in.
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