When Yaoying was reading the letter, Mobido looked around, silently estimating the number of people in the Alle tribe.
Alsao Mobido glanced, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "Boy, I know you, don't think that I don't have as many people as you, my brothers all crawled out of the sea of corpses and blood, and one can be used for five people. The old chief of Ujiri also suffered losses in my hands, you are his son, just call me uncle."
Moviduo said neither humble nor arrogant: "I have long admired the name of Chief Ale."
Ale stroked his beard and laughed, his teeth were sharp, which could easily bite people's throats: "Don't you want to take back the glory for your father? Let's compete?"
Mobido's face was straight, his right hand clenched the handle of the knife, and there was no smile in his light brown eyes, and said: "I am the son of my father, and the future chief of the tribe, the war is coming, as the commander, I cannot answer the chief The challenge. When the battle is over, I will ask the chief for advice."
Ale raised his eyebrows, glanced at him sideways, and smiled sarcastically: "Better than your father."
Moviduo's face was expressionless, and the scar on his cheek became even more hideous.
During the confrontation between the two, Yaoying read the letter and asked Ale, "How many people did the chief bring?"
Al squinted at Mobido.
Maubido drove his horse away.
Aleppo was close to Yaoying, he was not strong, he was short and thin, as thin as a sharp knife, but when he drew a knife on the horse and slashed, no one dared to underestimate him.
"I will bring as many people as the princess asks me to bring. Although I, Ale, do things regardless of whether they are good or bad, I only accept money, but as long as I make a promise and receive a deposit, I will never break the contract."
Yaoying said sincerely: "It's hard work, chief."
When she found Ale, it was because she knew that this man promised a lot of money, and it was not difficult for him to make a promise. Others can risk life and death for their beliefs. Watching the wind, swaying at both ends.
Ale picked up the dagger and picked his teeth: "It's not worth the hard work to do things with money. But I'll tell the ugly first, I only work for the princess, don't try to order me from the royal court, they and Bei Rong The war between them has nothing to do with me either. Whoever wins, the princess will have to give me boxes of gold and the spicy wine your caravan sells."
Yaoying nodded: "That's right. Whether the royal court wins or loses, the chief can get everything I promised."
Ale's mouth twitched: "What if I die?"
Yaoying said meaningfully: "If the chief dies unfortunately, the gold will be sent to the chief's clan."
Aller pouted and snorted.
If the Beirong people are wolves, he and his subordinates are a group of ruthless vultures. They wander around. As long as someone hires them, the machetes in their hands can slash at anyone, even if the other party is an old and weak woman and child who have no resistance.
Over the years, they owed many blood feuds, and many tribes wished they could rip off their skins, eat their flesh, and drink their blood, but everyone in the Alebub is a warrior, coming and going like the wind, with no weakness. The tribes did not dare to offend them, the big tribes did not want to go to war, they were at ease, abandoning their souls for gold and silver coins.
Until one day, Princess Wen Zhao sent a letter and a box.
The letter depicts the location of all the secret camps of the Albanians—the Albans are not as indestructible as rumored, they also have their own families and children, as well as camps for wounded brothers. For fear of affecting the family, the Alle Ministry has been careful to keep this secret.
The box is full of a large box of silver coins.
On the one hand, it was a threat, and on the other hand, it was a bait. The Alle Ministry had no choice but to accept the box of silver coins.
Ale once seriously discussed with his subordinates whether to do either one or the other and kill Princess Wen Zhao, who held their handle, at the cost of exposing the weakness of Ale's department. From then on, the Alebu will be chased and killed by the enemy until the day when it is completely wiped out.
His subordinates were staunchly opposed, and they would rather die in the line of duty than implicate their families.
Ale cast his arms against rats and hesitated for a while, but when he saw Princess Wenzhao herself and learned that she was sheltered by the Buddha, he gave up his thoughts.
Instead of burning all the jade, it is better to make more money from Princess Wen Zhao.
When Princess Wenzhao runs out of money, he will decide whether to kill her - if she is kicked out of the royal court.
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Yaoying knew that Alebu could become a knife in her hand and a weapon for others, but she couldn't trust him completely. After discussing with him for a while, she decided on a way to convey urgent news and respond to herself. Reveal the deployment plan of the royal court.
Moviduo was listening on the side, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help twitching. She and Ale were talking like a shrewd and ruthless businessman.
After making a plan, the two left Baiquan, and Yaoying's two personal soldiers tore off their clothes and stayed behind.
Morbido asked, "Why didn't they go back to the camp?"
Yaoying replied: "If Ale has abnormal behavior, they can report in time."
Mobido really laughed out loud this time.
After walking for a few miles, the wind and sand were blowing, and suddenly I heard the sound of a horn not far away. Mobido galloped to the front of the line on his horse, made a few gestures calmly, lightly rode forward, others retreated, and a few soldiers Go check the situation as a scout.
The group climbed up the hill, and the soldiers beat their horses and came back to report: "The scouts in front of the post station found a group of Beirong light cavalry, about fifty or sixty people, and they were just heading in our direction. Prince, do you want to get rid of them, or fight?"
"Are you sure there are only fifty or sixty people?"
"There are only so many people, if it was a team of several hundred people, they would have been discovered long ago!"
Moviduo glanced at Yaoying with a hesitant expression.
Yaoying took off her hijab and asked, "The prince wants to fight?"
Moviduo nodded: "No one knows why this light cavalry is here, there may be hidden dangers if you get rid of them, it is better to save horsepower and fight directly, the odds of winning are better. I have several times more people than them, and I have a certain degree of certainty. The king regent ordered all camps to form a blockade to kill all the lone Beirong scouts and cavalry. There are enough troops in the west, south and north directions, only the east has not had time to arrange troops and horses. If these dozens of troops are spared A Beirong light cavalry, they are likely to escape the encirclement."
Yao Ying immediately said, "The prince doesn't have to worry about me, just fight."
"If I underestimate the enemy, the princess will immediately lead the people to retreat, don't worry about me." Moviduo clenched his fists towards Yaoying, turned his horse, and drew out his long sword, "My sons, prepare to fight!"
The soldiers drew their swords in response. With Mobido as the center, more than 200 cavalrymen separated to both sides like a slowly unfolding folding fan, and a few fast horses galloped out from the two wings like arrows from the strings. Holding a machete in many hands, driving the horse forward, the entire formation is like a curved bow full of strength, the bowstring is tight, and the arrow is ready to go.
Under the protection of other personal soldiers, Yaoying retreated to the gentle slope of the hill and looked at the sky.
They were hidden behind the hills, and those coming from the west could not see them, but they could see each other clearly.
The Beirong Qingqi was really fast, and the sound of the horn was still resounding in the air. The yellow sand was rolling in the distance, and the dust was raised several feet high. Dozens of riders and horses rushed out of the dust and rushed in their direction.
Moviduo motioned for his personal soldiers to wave the flag: "Formation!"
The soldiers responded quickly and moved forward quietly.
Moviduo looked at Beirong Qingqi, who was getting closer and closer, sweat beaded on his forehead, but his hands always clenched the machete firmly.
The soldiers waited for his order.
Moviduo raised his hand, and the soldier was about to release his arrow when he suddenly shouted, "Wait!"
The screams of killing from the front were loud, mixed with screams of pain, but the shouts were not from them, but from the Beirong Qingqi. They were killing each other, and the light horses at the back were chasing and killing the cavalry in front. The two men and horses were all dressed in the same clothes, but they fought each other and rushed all the way.
"What's the matter? The Beirong people are in strife?"
Morbido frowned.
"Where are you going?!"
"We can't go anymore, we are fighting with these Beirong dogs! Everyone perishes together!"
"The letter is going to be sent!"
Yaoying on the dune heard the roar from the wind and was shocked: "Prince, it's Han! The ones being hunted down are Han people!"
The messenger brought her words to Mobido, Mobido frowned, and then took a closer look at the Beirong cavalry who were strangled together. Rong people.
"Rescue those few people, the people who Beirong people chased and killed may be useful to us."
he said.
Everyone should be.
Seeing that those few people were surrounded by Beirong cavalry, Mobido no longer hesitated, galloped out of the back of the hill, and gave up the battle formation.
"Kill with me!"
The soldiers roared and followed him, and two hundred people suddenly rushed out, as if divine soldiers had descended from the sky, and the Beirong light cavalry under the sand dunes were shocked, but they did not retreat, but even more frantically beheaded the few Han people who were still alive. They seem to know that they have no way out, and they will kill the Han regardless of the cost.
The long sword was cut off, and one by one the Han fell to the ground.
The personal soldiers surrounded Yaoying and evacuated to a higher place, where she was safer. She looked back from time to time, and suddenly felt her heart beating out of whack.
The strong wind swept the dust and sand, and the Han people who were being hunted down just shouted clearly the official language of the Wei Dynasty.
Yaoying's hands trembled, and she turned around.
"Hold the flag! Go help and tell them to run this way!"
The four of the personal soldiers should be, holding the flag and galloping down.
At the foot of the mountain, the Han people who were being hunted down were stunned when they saw Mobido rushing out. One of them saw the flag moving on the hill with an expression of unbelievable ecstasy on his face.
"Princess Wen Zhao!"
"Run over there!"
Several people wanted to rush out of the encirclement, but the Beirong elite cavalry would rather give up escaping than bite them tightly. Mobido's soldiers couldn't identify them, and some were tied.
They rushed left and right, trying to break through again and again.
Yaoying galloped down the hill behind her personal soldiers, her heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and her palms were sweating.
The personal soldiers ran in front with their flags up, shouting in dialect over and over again, guiding the several Han people in the direction of their escape.
After a rain of arrows, a dark horse first rushed out of the Beirong cavalry, brushed past Mobido, and galloped in the direction of the flag.
Yaoying grieved in her heart and went forward to meet her.
The surrounding soldiers raised their knives to fight, and the black horse ran towards her. The man on the horse was not wearing battle armor, but was wearing the narrow-sleeved leather jacket of an ordinary herdsman, with a pair of golden twin hammers in his hands.
Yaoying stiffened.
For a moment, she thought she was dreaming again.
But the roars and slaughter around him were so clear, the horses neighed, flesh and blood flew, swords clashed, arrows swept past like a torrential rain, horses hooves stepped on the sand dunes, and the yellow sand was like clouds surging on the ground.
The scene in the dream really reappeared, and the huge ecstasy was replaced by panic in an instant. She was cold, and she ran towards him on her horse, her horse flying with hooves.
"Brother-"
The man seemed to be able to hear her cry. Those long and narrow phoenix eyes stared at her unblinkingly, as if afraid of her disappearing.
The sound of a horse's hoof seemed to be treading in Yaoying's heart.
Don't be so reckless, don't be like the dream!
"Be careful!"
The black horse was lightning fast, and in the blink of an eye, it had already galloped to the front. Suddenly, the black horse stepped on a cave, and after a shrill neigh, it tripped on its front hooves and threw the man on the horse's back out.
The man rolled a few times on the ground, his helmet fell to the ground, and he staggered to his feet. His black hair was scattered, his face was splattered with blood, and a pair of phoenix eyes were as red as blood.
Yaoying pulled back her horse, turned over and got off the horse, and stumbled towards him, tears streaming down her face.
There was no long knife that suddenly stabbed in the diagonal ground, he was not stabbed, and there was no blood flowing, he was standing in front of her, as tall as before...
Yaoying was ecstatic. At this moment, the separation, fear, worry, and pain of the past three years were all vanished in an instant. She couldn't remember anything. She opened her arms, plunged into his arms, and hugged him tightly.
"Brother!"
The man shook a few times, looked down at her, his long and narrow phoenix eyes stared at her without blinking, his lips moved, and his voice was drowned in the screams of killing.
Her name is Li Zhongqian.
He should correct her.
But she rushed towards him like this, eager, ecstatic, hugging him tightly, with tears in her eyes, as if he was the most important person in the world...
He closed his eyes and raised his hand to hug Yaoying.
Ayue, I found you.
The author has something to say: The update was too late last night, sorry, make up a new one