The interior of the Hanal tribe is of course a guardian of the tribal camp.

But it’s too sudden that this wave of raids came.

Plus the total repression of the number.

The combination of the two makes the Hanal tribe completely devoid of resistance at this moment.

"Found! The leader of the Hanal tribe is there!"

The heart of the beret that heard the sound was pumping.

Quickly pulled out his own weapon and turned the horse.

When he was young, he was also a famous warrior in the tribe.

But after all, it is old.

He has been white for a long time and has never used force with people.

Nowadays, the one-eyed dragon cloth that comes from the face-to-face rush.

Bileg has the heart to attack each other.

But the old body was a slow shot.

The ruthless weapon directly penetrated his body and then fell heavily on the ground.

At this moment, the one-eyed dragon cloth riding on the horse back and the condescending look of Brigant who fell to the ground and vomited blood.

For a while, the mood is also subtle.

This is the leader of the Hanal tribe.

Before that, he did not think that such a big man would actually die in his own hands!

"Yes, who? Who told you to do this?"

Large pieces of blood spilled from the wound.

The loss of blood made Brigham's old body become colder and colder, and gradually lost his intuition.

But he still struggled to squint at the one-eyed dragon cloth and sent his own question.

In the face of this voice question, the one-eyed dragon cloth and sneer two times...

"Death is dying, do you know so much?"

The voice did not fall, I saw the one-eyed dragon cloth that turned over and did not hesitate to make a blow to Brig.

A fatal blow completely pushed Biele to the abyss of death.

Look at the body that fell in the snow and quickly cooled.

The one-eyed dragon cloth and stretched out his hand, and found a piece of broken animal skin.

Then he squatted and forced to open a hand that must be clenched with a fist.

Put this broken hide into his palm.

Then he controlled his fists and clenched.

There was a scene in which Brigg tried to hold the animal skin before his death.

Finally, I looked back at the Hanal tribe that had become corpse.

One-eyed dragon cloth and shouting loudly...

"Whether you die or not, give me some more, cows, sheep, horses, and the bodies of your own people!"

The Hanal tribe, one of the five major tribes in the Tang Dynasty.

After the baptism of the blizzard.

Thousands of people, led by the one-eyed dragon cloth, and the horses were stunned.

Destroyed between the day and night...

At the same time, the snowfield battlefield.

It is clear that Battelle, who does not know the matter, is fighting more and more with Buzhgud.

The two waves of the two sides are even more murderous.

During this period, it is certainly inevitable to miss.

I saw one of the horse thieves who tried to take the bag of food on the horse.

Between the other side of the competition, a missed hand, directly torn the sack of food loaded with a mouth.

Then in the next second, almost a scene of despair was made.

The sprinkles from the sacks were not the food they expected.

It's a large piece of sand!

I saw more than one person in this scene.

At that moment, the impact on the grassland people who came to plunder the grain was undoubtedly huge.

Many prairie people who have already grabbed a bag of food.

The first reaction was to quickly pull the sack and see what happened.

At first glance, the expression on the face instantly fell into a sluggish!

"Sand, all sand!"

"This is the trap of the Central Plains!"

"Impossible! This is impossible!!"

Several prairie people who had been over-stimulated simply grabbed a piece of sand and stuffed it into their mouths.

After chewing a few mouthfuls, the feeling of muddy mouth made their whole spirits somewhat collapsed.

The anger and desperate roar rushed through the mouth of the prairie.

Just a few breaths of work.

The news that the grain bag is full of sediment has spread throughout the entire snowfield battlefield.

Battelle, who is fighting with Buzhgud, is naturally listening to it.

"sand?"

Battle’s heart jumped.

Reminiscent of the two waves of the Central Plains.

At this moment, Battelle is clearly aware that he has fallen into the trap of the other party.

"Withdraw! Quick withdrawal!!"

If it is impossible to **** food, then this battle is meaningless to their prairie people.

Confirm that the bags of food that you have grabbed are all covered with sand.

Bartle directly smashed the bags of sand to Buzhgud.

Then, taking advantage of Buzhgud’s evasive efforts, he quickly pulled away.

Avoiding the attack of Buzhud.

At first sight, Battelle had run away with the Hanar tribe.

It is too lazy to chase.

On the one hand, their archers are much more important than the light cavalry.

Chasing the enemy is not their specialty.

On the other hand, it is because of this wave their purpose is to cover the transportation team to deliver food.

Instead of fighting with the grassland people.

Thanks to the efficiency of the sled forage.

For nearly a month, the grain transported by the Grain Transport Team has basically filled the granaries of the three grassland cities.

When the gates are closed, how can these prairie people take them?

With such a mentality ~lightnovelpub.net~ Bai Ze and Bu Ri Gude are naturally after the warning of the cavalry under the armor, began to kill people to clean up the battlefield.

During this period, Luo Cheng was a little depressed.

Originally, he wanted to compete with that of Battelle.

Who knows that the sky is not as good as people wish, then Battelle actually let Buzhe Gude intercept.

What else can this have him?

Luo Cheng, who was depressed in his heart, could only rush back and forth with his armpits.

These few downs, but also a lot of daggers, outstanding record.

At the same time, the other side...

Compared with Bai Ze and Bu Ri Gu De and others who have a good time.

This wave, the prairie people are undoubtedly being miserable.

Half grain of grain has not been grabbed, and it has also damaged so many people.

At this time, the mood of each one is very annoying.

After the four retreats.

Battle directly returned to the Hanal tribe with his surviving man.

Along the way, the whole state was a bit decadent.

He is the famous warrior on the grassland.

As a result, after encountering this group of Central Plains people, they even suffered two defeats.

For a time, Battelle’s self-confidence was also a little bit frustrated.

Just when he was so upset, the thick **** smell that swept the wind was a wrinkle.

Although they have just killed a person with the Central Plains, they are all covered in blood.

But in the case of the wind, this **** smell is blowing backwards.

How can Battel, who is at the forefront of the team, blow directly on this **** smell?

Between the thoughts flying, Battelle sucked his nose subconsciously, and then a strong uneasiness rose in his heart.

"Fast, fast back to the Horde!"