We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

In the light of the fire, the Mohe soldiers on the sentry post looked ashen and shouted incoherent words.

In the light of the fire, they saw the dark army coming from all directions, and a chill instantly spread throughout their bodies.

A soldier shouted and ran down from the sentry post, jumped on his horse and prepared to fight.

puff--

A meteor-like arrow fell from the sky and nailed the soldier to death under the horse's hooves.

Li Che slowly put down the bow and arrow and rubbed his wrist.

This bow was confiscated from the Changsun family. It has a force of one stone and can barely be considered a hard bow.

After these days of training and planned weight gain, Li Che's strength is no longer an obvious shortcoming. The foundation of this body is not bad. After all, he is a prince.

At least shooting a crossbow is not a problem, and his strength will continue to increase as he gets older.

"Your Highness has such amazing archery skills." Zhuge Zhe beside him couldn't help but admire.

Li Che laughed and said, "I want to be a cavalry prince, so how can I not understand the art of fighting on the battlefield?"

Zhuge Zhe looked at Li Che with a complicated expression.

Military generals might be willing to follow such a prince, but civil officials had very different ideas.

It sounds good to be the prince. Going to the battlefield in person will surely make his soldiers fight bravely, but the danger is also real.

If anything goes wrong, the Ninggu Commandery will collapse, especially since Li Che has no children.

Zhuge Zhe thought to himself that the prince didn't worry about these things, and as a subject, he should share his worries and solve his problems.

Find a chance to find a few talented and beautiful women for the prince as soon as possible, and keep the young prince as soon as possible...

As Zhuge Zhe's thoughts drifted away, the situation on the battlefield had become increasingly intense.

It is early spring now, the time when all things come back to life. The tribes outside the Great Wall are recuperating and wars rarely occur.

The Li Mo tribe was located at the southernmost tip outside the Great Wall, and had Shanhaiguan and Ninggu County as support. They never expected to be attacked at night at this time.

Some people even climbed up from the women with their naked buttocks, picked up weapons and joined the battlefield.

Others scrambled out of the sheepfold, also naked...

There is no other way. There are few women in the barbarian tribes, and some Mohe people cannot be satisfied, so they have to use sheep as a tool to vent their anger.

This situation is common among various barbarian tribes, and even pirates during the Age of Exploration had this custom.

As for why they are all sheep?

Maybe they were about the same size as humans?

These people had just woken up from their sleep, having experienced a fierce battle before falling asleep. At this moment, their steps were a little weak, but they were forced to join the battle.

In this situation, they were naturally no match for the Ninggu army, which had been well-rested.

But what surprised Li Che was that even though there was no chance of winning, the other party still did not collapse, flee, or surrender...

Instead, they picked up everything at hand that could be used as a weapon and fought to the death.

Even though their opponents were Ninggu soldiers wearing two layers of leather armor, with tactical formations and rich combat experience, the Mohe people still attacked like moths to a flame.

Li Che couldn't help but feel alert. Only at this moment did he truly realize the difference between the Xia people in the Central Plains and the barbarians.

The Xia people loved peace and knew how to be tolerant. As long as they could farm in peace, they would not take risks.

The barbarians are different. They eat raw meat and drink blood, and are naturally not respectful of life and death, including themselves.

When fighting, he is like a wild beast, only crazy and no rationality.

No wonder that before the invention of the Maxim machine gun, nomadic peoples had always been a major concern for farming peoples.

In essence, these are two completely different kinds of human beings.

"Don't be greedy for credit, maintain the formation!" Wang Sanchun chopped down two Mohe people who rushed up with a knife and reminded the soldiers loudly.

War makes people lose their minds. Although the Chinese people love peace, it does not mean that they have no will to fight.

On the contrary, when their fighting spirit is aroused, they will instantly enter a state of rage and will not even fear the pain of life and death.

Several soldiers were so bloodthirsty that they left the cover of the battle formation and were besieged and killed by the violent Mohe people.

Some people even rushed into the burning tent, but the fire spread instantly and they were burned to death.

In short, we still lack experience in facing barbarians.

Although the Ninggu Army had experienced many battles, they were all small battles against bandits and robbers, and at most could be considered security battles.

If the people attacked at night were bandits, they would have been defeated long ago.

But at this moment, they were facing the Mohe people.

The Ninggu Army had a strong ability to respond. The captains and captains of each battalion were all the best among the criminal army, and they quickly adjusted their tactics.

They formed groups of five, covered each other, and took turns charging towards the center of the camp.

While clearing out the remaining enemies, he extinguished the flames. As long as he saw a breathing Mohe person, he would chop him down with one blow and then finish him off with another.

Relying on steady tactics, the Ninggu army swept all the way and reached the enemy's royal tent with very few casualties.

The Mohe king's tent stood tall and majestic, and more than a hundred Mohe warriors stood solemnly outside the tent, all wearing iron armor and with sharp eyes.

Judging from their magnificent military appearance and excellent armor, they are the most elite soldiers in the Li Mo tribe.

The middle-aged man surrounded by the soldiers was the leader of the Limo tribe, Boshulu Deerbu, who called himself the King of Limo.

De'erbu was about forty years old, which was considered an elder among the Mohe people whose average age was less than thirty.

There was a hint of wisdom in his deep eyes. Even when surrounded by Ninggu soldiers who outnumbered him by dozens of times, he still maintained the composure and rationality that a leader should have.

Dunzi cut off the head of the last stubbornly resisting Mohe man with one sword, then looked up at the king's tent not far away.

When he saw the Mohe king's flag fluttering in the wind beside the royal tent, a trace of greed and desire flashed in his eyes.

The victory of capturing the flag is right before our eyes!

He casually threw away the shield that had turned into broken pieces of wood in his hand and gripped the sword that had already been bent.

He had just chopped off seven or eight heads in a battle. The supervising soldier behind him recorded it clearly, and his comrades in the same squad could also testify for him.

These military achievements were enough for him to be promoted to sergeant, but Dunzi still felt it was not enough.

From a down-and-out criminal to a sergeant in the Ninggu Army, Dunzi sincerely believed that as long as he followed in the footsteps of the Prince of Ninggu, he would be able to bring honor to his family!

By then, if I can return to my hometown, I won’t have to face my parents’ disappointed eyes anymore.

When Dunzi thought of the expectant eyes of his fellow villagers, he felt his blood boiling.

He gripped the knife tightly in his hand and strode straight towards the king's tent!

Just as he took a step forward, Dunzi suddenly felt a tightness on his back, and a strong hand pulled him back.

"You little bastard, are you trying to kill yourself?!" Wang Sanchun, riding on his horse, grabbed the stool and said, "Didn't you see those hard bows?"

Dunzi then noticed that the royal tent was already surrounded by Mohe warriors holding bows and arrows, all of them with stern faces and murderous intent.

Dozens of hard bows are enough to shoot any creature rushing towards them into a sieve, and can even easily penetrate ordinary wooden shields.

Under the control of Wang Sanchun and the captains of each camp, the soldiers who were blood-thirsty stopped and surrounded the king's tent.

The two sides confronted each other like this, and the battlefield fell into an eerie silence.

At this moment, a stuttering voice in Xia language came from the royal tent: "King Li Mo requests to see your generals!"