"Oh, it's really ridiculous. Before this battle was fought, I started screaming. Do you really think that there is no one in my Chahar department!"

Achle put on his stirrups, picked up his saber and rushed up.

"Watch out for their spears."

Zhebie knew the strengths of the people in the Central Plains and reminded him.

"How did you come!"

Seeing that Zhebie was wearing armor, Mengen's eyes almost popped out.

He let this kid stay in the tribe for a long time, why did he run out?

"Aon, I have grown up and can go to the battlefield."

What's more, his martial arts are not low enough to handle.

Meng En sighed, even if he was the little prince of Jiuli and Chahar, he still had to learn to be on his own in the end.

In the center of the battlefield, the teenager sent by Da Zhou was picked off in only three rounds.

"Is this the level of your Central Plains people?"

Achle laughed arrogantly, and he had never been afraid of anyone in terms of trying a knife.

"Wei Ran, come back."

Chen Cang ignored Achle's clamor, after all, their existence is to delay time.

The real elites have already sneaked into the enemy camp, and then they will cooperate with the inside and outside to surround these aliens and catch them all in one go.

Not far away, a red figure moved quickly, and light appeared in Chen Cang's eyes.

It's His Royal Highness, she's finally back!

And the sudden sound of hooves naturally caught Achle's attention.

In the darkness of the night, the figure of General Da Zhou gradually reunited with her.

No wonder he is so familiar, this Gu Ying is obviously the main general of Da Zhou.

The girl tied her long hair high, and her silver armor shone under the refraction of the sun.

"General Achle, long time no see."

She still remembers the feud between the two arrows.

Zhebie, who was in the Chahar Department, held the reins tightly in the palm of his hand, staring at the shadow in front of him.

He has convinced himself countless times that there are not a few people in the world who look alike.

But when her voice sounded, a nerve in Tebee's mind finally broke.

"Sure enough, it's you, Gu Ying! You traitor!"

Achle's face was flushed with anger, and he was cursing.

"This general is the chief general of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Si Tu, who has never surrendered to your Chahar Department, so why is it a traitor."

Tightening the reins, Situ swung the nine-pan whip and attacked Achle straight.

In just two strokes, Achle's saber was entangled in the whip and could no longer move.

Wrapping the whip around his neck, Situ whipped the whip and walked without him.

"Your people, return it to you!"

Si Tu sat high on the horse with a solemn expression.

The face is so familiar, but Zhebie feels very unfamiliar.

It's fake, how could his Ah Ying be turned into an enemy general?

Seeing that she was about to leave, Zhebei chased after her. He must ask clearly!

"Aying!"

But before he could move forward, a whip was thrown in front of his horse.

"My name is this general, Si Tu."

Looking back, the tenderness in the beautiful eyes is no longer, replaced by indifference and chill.

"If you take another step forward, don't blame General Ben for being rude!"

His status is noble, and he is the heart of the Khan, and he must not be captured by Da Zhou.

"Si Tu, Si is the surname of Da Zhou, is that Tu the slaughtered slaughter?"

Seeing her resolute back, Tetsubie laughed as if he had lost his soul.

The nine coiled whips hanging down to the ground were meandering with little bloodstains from Achle.

No matter how stupid he is, he should understand the scene in front of him.

Why was Da Zhou able to find the king's tent in such a short period of time, and why was she able to directly call Achle's name and position?

There are also arrow wounds on her body that belong to Chahar's bow and arrow.

he should have understood

The funny thing is that he just said that he would go back and marry her.

But in the blink of an eye, they met on the battlefield.

It is simply, the big joke of slipping the world!

But at this moment, Da Zhou's most elite iron cavalry headed by Li Ge came back.

Following behind them were the Chahar women and children who were bound up.

"Chen Cang, what's going on?"

She clearly gave an order not to hurt women and children!

"Go back to Your Highness, even if we can find the exact location of the king's tent, there are many Chahar warriors, just in case."

"So you used women and children as threats!?"

Si Tu was so angry that the end of his eyes turned red, and the Jiupan whip in his hand was tightly gripped.

"His Royal Highness, they are all descendants of the enemy army, even if they are killed, there is nothing wrong with them."

What Chen Cang did not understand was why His Highness would care about the lives of these ants.

Battles between the two armies and massacres are common.

The kindness of His Highness should not be used on the enemy.

Looking at the familiar faces, Situ's fingertips were deeply embedded in the palm of his hand, and he took a deep breath.

"You are right, you are my wife's kindness."

Chen Cang was right. If Chahar could surrender without a fight, Da Zhou's soldiers would be able to have fewer casualties.

In the face of war, there is no right or wrong, just different positions.

"Menggen, if you surrender, your clan will be unscathed!"

Si Tu shouted to the front, she hoped to quell the war, but the reality often backfired.

The women, with their hands tied, lined up in front of the formation, beside them were soldiers with long knives.

But the prairie people are tough, and these women would rather die than surrender. They put their necks on the blade of the knife, and the blood splatters in the air and drowns in the yellow sand.

Qi Qi died before the battle.

Even if Si Tu wanted to stop it, it was too late.

The strong smell of blood wafted in the air, and the Chahar people in front of them had already turned red, and they rushed towards them with all their might. This battle has to be fought.

"Array!"

Situ shouted loudly.

In an instant, rows of black shields were lined up in front of her, under the yellow sand, the wind was surging.

When they got close, Si Tu hid behind the shield and said loudly,

"Archer ready, let go!"

Immediately, thousands of arrows were fired, and the black feathers in the sky blocked the sunlight, and the Chahar people turned their backs.

But the battle-hardened warriors will never back down for the glory of their relatives and tribe!

He jumped off his horse, took out the weapon he had in hand, and rushed up screaming.

The two armies scuffled together, and the yellow sand flew up for a while, fascinated by Zhebei's eyes.

The scene in front of him began to blur, and when he saw the surroundings clearly, a long gun had already crossed in front of him.

The sharp point of the spear stabbed straight into his neck.

In front of him is a long spear that can kill him instantly, and on the side is Si Tu who is wielding a long whip.

Every whip she swung fell on his clan.

And it was him who caused all this.

He was Chahar's sinner, and she pushed Chahar into the abyss.

Damn it, it should be him

With his eyes tightly closed, Zhebei put down the machete in his hand, which was equivalent to giving up his own life.

But the expected pain didn't strike, the palm was tightly held, and Zhebei suddenly opened his eyes.

"The battlefield is not a place for you to be stunned!"

Pulling him out of the danger zone, Si Tu noticed something was wrong with him, leaned down and said stiffly,

"If you hate me, you should live a good life. I will wait for you to take my life in Shangjing!"