I want to do something big [fast travel]

Qing Jun didn't care what the barbarians were thinking.

Zhong Wenzhuo took the lead and shouted to the soldiers in the chariot formation: "Lang Qi!"

"exist!"

"Wait for another quarter of an hour, I will save you!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhong Wenzhuo had already rushed in front of the barbarian cavalry, licking his dry lips, with a fierce look in his eyes.

"kill!"

The long sword pierced the barbarian's abdomen, the horse neighed and stood up, throwing the knight on his back, and the bright red blood gushed into the air, as if it was raining blood!

The Qing army rushed out from the front, back, left, and right four paths, trapping the barbarians in the middle. Mo Zhigen already understood at this moment that this ring of props was calculated by the Qing people!

"Dismount! Enter the mountain!"

Mo Zhigen got off his horse first and rushed into the forest. Behind him, all the barbarian cavalry quickly followed him and headed towards the forest.

But this action made it easier for the Qing army to attack. They slaughtered the horseless barbarians without any scruples. This wide open space was almost a mess.

In the chaos, Mo Zhigen rushed into the forest, followed by the barbarian army and the Qing army. He held a long knife and panicked.

After running for an unknown amount of time, the sound of shouting for killing gradually weakened. Mo Zhigen knew that he was far away from the battlefield, but he was still not safe at the moment, so he wanted to move on.

But after walking for a long time, the road ahead was cut off by a broken wall.

"Damn it." He spat, intending to make a detour, but he heard a sneer from behind.

"You can't escape, it's better to surrender."

Mo Zhigen held the long knife tightly and turned around slowly.

It's the leading young general.

He remembered the other person's name.

Zhong Wenzhuo.

Behind is a deep broken wall, and in front is the chasing Qing army.

He has nowhere to go.

"I am the great prince of the barbarians!" Mo Zhigen already had the belief that he must die, "I would rather die than surrender!"

Before the word surrender was uttered, Mo Zhigen had already brandished a long knife and rushed towards Zhong Wenzhuo!

"Good come!"

Zhong Wenzhuo was not afraid at all, and met him face to face!

After the baptism of war, he is no longer the newborn calf who did not dare to kill a hundred bandits with two people. Now he can even steal seals and transfer troops, and he is afraid of Mo Zhigen!

when! ! !

The sword and the knife collided fiercely, making harsh sounds, and the two couldn't help but each took a step back.

Mo Zhigen was worthy of being a prairie warrior, and Zhong Wenzhuo's mouth was numb from the shock, and his brows and eyes became calmer.

This man is brave and resourceful, and he is Gesser's only son. He must not be allowed to return to the grassland!

Mo Zhigen was even more shocked.

He is physically strong, and he often fights with Gesell on the battlefield, and rarely encounters opponents, but this young man in front of him can actually make him take a step back!

This man will be the enemy of the barbarians!

Mo Zhigen's heart became ruthless.

Even if I was going to die here today, I would drag this person along with me to die!

Thinking of this, Mo Zhigen rushed towards Zhong Wenzhuo with the momentum of a fierce tiger!

Zhong Wenzhuo hastily raised his sword to meet him, but he didn't think that Mo Rigen would not block him, but he wanted to exchange his life for the other's life!

Life and death are in an instant, Zhong Wenzhuo's mind is blank, and he twists his forward body in an incredible posture, but Mo Zhigen's long knife is pointed at his heart from the neck instead!

My life is over!

Whoosh!

A feathered arrow shot out from the forest and hit Mo Zhigen's wrist. The force immediately caused the long knife to miss its head and stuck in the void.

Zhong Wenzhuo yelled secretly, the long sword turned around, and slashed on Mo Zhigen's knee forcibly, and then let himself fall heavily to the ground.

"Vice General Zhong!" Lang Qi's voice came from afar, "Fortunately, none of the two thousand barbarians escaped!"

Mo Zhigen's tiger eyes widened, but Zhong Wenzhuo laughed out loud.

"Young master Gu's vision is really vicious, and he has filled in another general for Zhong!"

While speaking, Lang Qi and Qing Jun had already tied up Mo Rigen who couldn't stand up, and Zhong Wenzhuo waved his hand in high spirits.

"Go! Go back to Yuecheng!"

Thousands of miles away, the grassland.

"Your Highness, it has been confirmed." Gu Yanqi said softly, "There are about 6 people, at least [-] horses, and [-] young adults."

Mu Jing said solemnly: "Ten thousand horses represent ten thousand cavalry. These barbarians, old and young, women and children, can ride on horses and fight. We only have more than 4000 people, and there is a huge disparity in numbers."

"We have captured more than a dozen barbarians. If they haven't returned to the tribe today, the barbarians must be suspicious." Gu Yanqi frowned, "Your Highness, I suspect that the barbarians are already prepared. This battle needs to be done quickly."

Mu Jing nodded: "It's not too late, order the whole army to set off immediately."

Gu Yanqi propped himself on the ground and planned to stand up, but he fell down on the ground with a pain in his heart, and was hugged by Mu Jing with ease.

"You stay here, you can't go anywhere." Mu Jing carefully put the person on the ground, took out a pill from his arms and handed it to his lips, "You just fell ill the day before yesterday!"

"Your Highness, you and I have three chapters—"

"If you die of illness, there will be no agreement!"

Mu Jing knew Gu Yanqi's eloquence very well, so he didn't listen to him at all, stared at him after taking medicine, and forced him to lie down in the tent.

"If you run away from here after I come back, I will..." After thinking for a while, he pointed to the two soldiers who took care of Gu Yanqi, "I'll cut off their heads!"

Gu Yanqi frowned: "Yan Qi's mental illness has nothing to do with them."

"If I don't do this, I'm afraid I'll see you on the horse again soon." Mu Jing said without a doubt, "I'll leave a team of cavalry guarding you, this time you can rest well."

Gu Yanqi stared at him intently for a while, then suddenly smiled and said, "Your Highness, then you will have a fierce battle this time!"

Glittering sweat dripped from his forehead and slid down to his lips with a chuckle.

Most of the time, he is as gentle and elegant as his appearance, but sometimes, especially when he reprimands Fang Qiu and points out the country, he can always burst out with amazing courage.

as now.

Even if Mu Jing knew that the other party had a husband and loved his husband deeply, she couldn't stop herself from being attracted to such Gu Yanqi.

He understood more deeply than ever before what kind of intelligent and powerful person Gu Yanqi is.

This person has clear goals, has decisive action, and will never allow himself to be controlled by anyone.

Anyone... except He Zhengqi.

Mu Jing's eyes darkened half a point.

Gu Yanqi lay quietly in the small habitat, closed his eyes and rested for a while, then heard the sound of horseshoes going away, waited for a while, and sat up suddenly.

The guards on both sides hurriedly stopped them.

"Young master, you must not be troubled!"

Gu Yanqi lifted the blanket covering her body and smiled lightly.

"That can't be done, I suddenly remembered something, I must tell His Highness, otherwise this battle may be lost."

"If you have anything to do, let us convey it to you!"

help?

It doesn't help.

Today's attack is the royal tribe, which is also the tribe directly under the jurisdiction of Gessel, and is the political and military center of the entire barbarian tribe.

Whoever leads the soldiers to conquer here will be the greatest hero and win the most honors in this grassland battle.

This first achievement must belong to Mu Jing, but the next achievement, Gu Yanqi is sure to win!

No one can help with this matter, except himself!

"That can't be done. No one can do this except me." Gu Yanqi threw the two guards out without knowing where the strength came from, "Don't worry, His Highness will not make things difficult for you two."

Wushi, Yuecheng.

It was completely dark, He Zhengqi asked the guards to hold the lantern, and walked to the city gate with Zhong Wenzhuo.

"Although the two countries are not envoys in war, you have a special status. If Gesell finds out, you may not be able to come back." He Zhengqi stood in front of the city gate, and finally said, "If you are detained, I will Mo Zhigen will not be exchanged."

"Don't bother you." Zhong Wenzhuo flaunted the brocade bag embroidered with gold thread at his waist, "Yan Qi told me how to do it a long time ago."

He Zhengqi glanced at the kit, an inexplicable expression appeared between his brows, he snorted, and ordered the city gate to be opened.

"You go, but no matter what happens after you go, I will not save you."

"understood."

Zhong Wenzhuo galloped out of the city gate on his horse and headed towards the barbarian camp. After a while, he entered the camp and was tied up and brought to Geser.

The commander's tent was full of barbarian generals and leaders, with solemn faces, guarding Geser, who was sitting in the center.

When Zhong Wenzhuo walked into the tent, he heard everyone shouting together.

"You Nanman, when you see the Great Chanyu, why don't you kneel down!"

"If I kneel, I also kneel to Emperor Daqing, why kneel to you!"

Gesser shouted: "Aren't you afraid that I will cut you off?!"

Facing such a powerful Gesser Da Shanyu, Zhong Wenzhuo said neither humble nor overbearing: "Zhong came here to discuss the withdrawal of troops with Da Shanyu. ,As you wish."

Gessle laughed out loud upon hearing this, causing the barbarians to be at a loss. Just as he was about to laugh, Gessle suddenly slapped the table.

"He Zhengqi, that bastard, does he think that I, Gesser, is a coward who can only fight with the wind! Someone, drag him down for me, cut off his head and return it to Yuecheng!"

"Don't get excited, Great Chanyu." The barbarian had already rushed into the tent, but Zhong Wenzhuo was still unhurried, "Don't you want to know what happened after Prince Mo Zhigen's surprise attack on Liang Dao?"

There was a sudden dead silence in the tent.

Gesser couldn't help breathing a step faster. He suppressed his emotions and asked in a normal tone: "I know where my son is going. I don't need you to make it up here!"

Zhong Wenzhuo chuckled, took out a wooden box from his pocket, and opened it.

"Can this thing win the trust of Shan Yu?"

Gesser looked intently, and saw that the box contained a string of luxurious ornaments decorated with jade and emerald. The style was rough, and it was Mo Zhigen's favorite necklace on weekdays.

"You!" He swallowed back the words abruptly halfway, "Trying to deceive me with a necklace that I don't know where?"

Zhong Wenzhuo didn't care, he put the wooden box on the ground and continued.

"Yuecheng wants to exchange Prince Mozhigen for the retreat of the barbarians and 3 taels of silver compensation. I have brought the words of General He. I don't know what Da Shanyu thinks."

There was a gasp in the tent, but it disappeared quickly.

Although Gesser tried his best to pretend to be tough, his face showed a little upset after all.

"If I don't retreat."

"If there is nothing wrong, I will wait for your reply and leave." Zhong Wenzhuo smiled and did not answer directly. He walked out of the big tent on his own. No one in the barbarian army inside or outside the tent dared to move. .

"Wait." Gessle's weak voice came from the throne, "Who told you to keep the food."

Zhong Wenzhuo turned his head, and he saw the fierce light in Gesser's eyes.

"Whether it's He Zhengqi or Mu Jing, they only think that Liang Dao is protected behind Yuecheng, safe and sound!"

"Who told you that Mo Zhigen was going to sneak attack Liangdao!"

Zhong Wenzhuo showed a smug smile.

"It was Gu Yanqi who told me to guard the way of food."

"Gu Yanqi? The new general?"

"No, although he was not famous first, he will be famous all over the world one day."

Zhong Wenzhuo didn't delay any longer, he walked straight out of the tent, and immediately the barbarians surrounded him, looking at him vigilantly.

"I'll take you to the tent."

Zhong Wenzhuo nodded, followed the people for a long way, and said: "Wait, I have to go to the toilet first."

The barbarian looked at him suspiciously.

Zhong Wenzhuo said: "I'm here to deliver a letter, and I still have to wait for your Shan Yu's reply, so don't be afraid that I will run away."

The barbarian army was persuaded by him, pointed to a remote place, and let Zhong Wenzhuo handle it by himself.

Zhong Wenzhuo hummed a ditty and walked over. Before turning around the tent, he looked at the spacious and luxurious Shanyu Wang tent from a distance.

Gu Yanqi's first strategy was to guard the grain road and wait for the enemy.

Gu Yanqi's second strategy is to attack the enemy bandits in order to confuse the enemy's mind.

The first plan, Mo Zhigen has already tasted it.

I don't know how the second plan, Shanyu Geser, thinks it tastes again.

Inside the king's tent, there was silence.

Gesser did not speak, and the barbarian leaders below did not dare to speak.

Time passed so slowly and painfully, it also made the tribal leaders beat their hearts.

Prince Mozhigen has been arrested, so it's time for the Great Chanyu to withdraw his troops.

I have been away from home for several months, and I don't know what happened to the children and livestock at home.

Kong is wasted here, and he is just a dead person, so why continue to stay.

"Mo Zhigen is not dead yet." Gesser's voice came from above his head, "As the messenger said, as long as the troops are withdrawn and compensation is added, they will release Mo Zhigen and [-] warriors. "

The barbarian leaders lowered their heads and did not speak.

It's okay to save people, they planned to go home, as long as they pay compensation and don't use their treasure.

Gesser is worthy of being the king of the grassland, the great chanyu of the barbarians.

He sat for a long time, and finally opened his mouth.

"Son can be born again, the people from Yuecheng—" There was deep-seated hatred in that voice, "No one is allowed to stay!"

"I want to slaughter the city!"

Quiet in the tent!

"Go!" Gessel stood up, "Kill that messenger!"

"Report—!"

The sound of soldiers panicking came from outside the account.

"Qingren's messenger has escaped!!"

Thousands of miles away, grasslands, royal tribes.

The sound of horseshoes awakened the sleeping tribe. The barbarian warriors picked up their long knives, mounted their horses, and, led by their generals, faced the enemy head-on.

More than [-] cavalry rode straight forward, and the ground trembled under the galloping horses!

Mu Jing rushed first, squinting his eyes to observe the enemy.

As the intelligence said, even though the young and middle-aged have left, the tribe still has 7 to [-] people, including [-] formed cavalry!

This is the guard Gessel left for the lair!

They have only four thousand cavalry!

With such a big gap, the opponent is the barbarian elite cavalry, and the battlefield is on the grassland where the barbarians are best at. Can they win!

can!

None of the Qing army was afraid, they were like wolves, licking their chapped lips, just like licking the flesh and blood of the enemy!

Wolf!Be fearless!

Qing Jun showed a hungry smile.

Mu Jing stepped forward, watching the [-] barbarian cavalry and [-] barbarian knights rushing straight forward, drew out his long sword and raised it above his head, and then slashed down fiercely!

"kill--"

"kill!!!!"

The four thousand Qing army howled and rushed forward! ! !

The tactics of the two sides were similar, specifically they wanted to disperse the opponent's team. As soon as they fought, many soldiers were injured and left behind, and even were trampled to death by horses.

All of a sudden, swords, swords, and flesh flew across the grassland, and it turned into a hell on earth!

But night battles are not what the barbarians are good at, and the Qing army has long been used to night battles during the day and night attacks for more than half a month.

It can even be said that they are used to any form of cavalry combat!

With the support of high morale, Mu Jing, as the coach, took the lead and cut deeply into the right side of the barbarians, breaking a crack in the dense formation!

In the blink of an eye, the steed had already run more than ten meters away, and Jing Zhongjin continued to keep up, expanding the crack!

In a few minutes, the barbarian cavalry was divided into two!

Mu Jing flicked the blood on the sword, the wind on the prairie blew his long hair into a mess, revealing those resolute and deep eyes, the horse galloped endlessly, and returned to the enemy line again!

When Gu Yanqi arrived at the battlefield, the barbarians were already at a disadvantage.

But the general Gesser stayed here was not extraordinary. He realized that the night battle was not good for his side, so he gave up decisively and called the cavalry back to the tribe.

The royal tribe is surrounded by tall fences, which are different from the three fences in front of Yuecheng. The thick wooden poles and iron poles are intertwined, making the fences difficult to tear down like a city wall!

Mu Jing has already noticed this, but his position is quite far away from the general. By the time he rushes to the general, the other party will already be able to retreat into the tribe!

Gu Yanqi drew out his long sword and smiled.

"I can't let you go back."

Before he finished speaking, he rushed out, and the pure white horse under his seat was like lightning, cutting through the dark night sky and rushing straight into the barbarian formation!

"General be careful!"

Gu Yanqi's actions are also as quick as lightning!

He quickly passed through the sparse crowd on the outer layer, avoiding the densest enemy army, and before the barbarians surrounded the general layer by layer, he threw his long sword suddenly!

The silver-white long sword pierced the sky like an arrow, rushed towards the general, and accurately sank into his chest!

boom!

The barbarian general shook his body and fell off his horse!

The barbarian formation suddenly became chaotic!

Mu Jing was refreshed, and he immediately searched for the battlefield, and found the figure in his heart with the flames burning everywhere.

He also found it as he wished.

There was a blush on the pale cheeks, and the bruised lips also had a strange charm. Gu Yanqi squinted his eyes and looked around the entire battlefield with pleasure.

Losing the last general, the barbarians have no power to fight back!

The Qing army was like a pack of wolves, and the barbarians who fought twice as many as them scattered and fled!

Gu Yanqi looked at the trembling barbarians in the tribe, there were only cowards full of hatred who couldn't even hold a long knife!

He knew that the jewel of the prairie, Geser's royal tribe, had been smashed by the Qing army!

Of course, there are still many survivors here, but what's the use!

Those who can pick up the long knife for Gesell and mount the horse and go south have been killed!

The backbone of the barbarians has been discounted!

After today, the suffering of the barbarians in Daqing has become history!