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As night falls, the evening breeze becomes tighter, and the weeds on the hillside are swaying by the wind, and they bow their heads and surrender. ⊙,

Liang Xiao and others gathered in the camel formation, lit a bonfire, set up a copper pot, boiled water, and roasted meat. The water gusted in the copper pot, and the meat squeaked on the roast, and people surrounded the bonfire, and you and I talked softly.

The water boiled, someone took it down, poured it into a basin, sprinkled with a handful of salt, and began to clean the wound.

After several days of fighting, everyone was injured, but it was not so serious that they could not move. However, the situation was still not optimistic. Food and horses could be exchanged with the herdsmen along the way for supplementation, but the medicine was very rare. The medical level of the Huns was much worse than that of the Han people. They basically rely on witchcraft, so there was no extra medicine for them.

Without medicine, if you are injured, you can only rely on your body to heal yourself. Whether it can be healed depends on your destiny.

Not only people, but also horses and camels. Several war horses were injured, especially those of Xie Guanglong and Li Shuyun. Because they were surrounded by the Huns, the two horses were hit by many arrows, and it seemed that they were not good. Xie Guanglong hugged the mount and cried so hard that he cried. No matter how he looked, he was not the same person as that generous guy.

A war horse is different from an ordinary horse. On the battlefield on the front line of life and death, it is crucial whether a war horse can cooperate with the knights. Especially for a knight like Xie Guanglong who is good at fighting with spears, losing a war horse that has been working for a long time is tantamount to breaking his legs.

This is the time when Xie Guanglong regrets the most. If he listened to Liang Xiao's instructions and had Pang Shuo open the way with a knife, there might not have been such a result.

Pang Shuo was also seriously injured, and he was shot in his arms and legs. Tu Niuer helped him remove his armor and scrubbed the wound with salt water. Seeing the injuries on Pang Shuo, Xie Guanglong was embarrassed and took out a small purse and stuffed it into Pang Shuo's hand.

"The injury medicine I often use is pretty good."

Pang Shuo glared at him fiercely and cursed. "Although I don't care, I still accept it. If you make trouble again in the future, I will kill you with one knife, even saving the medicine."

"No. No." Xie Guanglong said in embarrassment with red eyes.

"I took off my clothes. I'll show you the injury." Tu Niuer kicked Xie Guanglong and lit up the small pottery in Liang's hand. "A good recipe for money is a good deal for you. If Dahu hadn't pleaded for you, I wouldn't have been willing to give it to you, this bitch."

"Is that right?" Xie Guanglong's eyes lit up and he took off his pants in a few seconds. There were two big blood holes in his thighs. It made people frightened, but he himself seemed to be fine. It seemed that such injuries were common for him.

Liang Xiao turned his head, his heart softened, and his anger was relieved. He looked at the Huns under the hillside and his brows gradually frowned again.

The Huns did not leave, and lit piles of bonfires under the hillside. The man who was shot to death by him was placed on a stretcher, neither burned nor buried, and placed next to the bonfire. Others sang and danced around the bonfire, and some people cut their faces with knives, as if they were doing some ritual.

Liang Xiao called Guo Wenbin. "What are these Huns doing? Are you sending him back to heaven?"

Guo Wenbin looked at it for a while and shook his head. "It doesn't look like it. Logically speaking, if you were shot to death by the host family, these people should have left. Do they still want to take revenge if they stay here?"

"If I just want to take revenge, I'm not afraid of them." Liang Xiao looked around and said slowly: "What I'm worried about is that they have reinforcements and more Huns will come. If that's the case, we will be in trouble. Wenbin, do you know which tribe under King Hunxie uses golden-horned deer as a sign?"

Guo Wenbin thought for a while, shook his head, and there was a little doubt in his eyes.

"There are many tribes that worship deer. They usually live next to the woods. I don't know much about the golden-horned deer, and I really can't remember it. However, after hearing what the adults said, I also think this master is a bit suspicious. Although he is a high-ranking official, it is rare to see that there are thirty or forty guards wearing iron armor around him. Moreover, this person is so young."

Liang Xiao also felt something was wrong when he heard this. The costumes and mounts of the Huns were of extraordinary quality, and his thin-scale iron armor was even rare. Even in the Han army, there were very few helmets with armor on their necks. If he got it through military achievements, his reaction in front of the formation was somewhat naive, and he was not like a warrior who had been through the battlefield for a long time and had many battles.

Could it be the second generation ancestor of any tribe?

Liang Xiao knew that although the Huns did not pay attention to the succession of fathers and sons like the Han people, not everyone could be a noble. The Huns were slaves, and officials and tribes were passed down from generation to generation, and second-generation ancestors were not uncommon.

A strong sense of uneasiness surged in Liang Xiao's heart.

...

Liang Xiao didn't sleep all night. He had extraordinary ears and could rest in a meditation way. It was most appropriate to take on the task of serving the night. More importantly, he had something to worry about and couldn't sleep well.

After careful consideration in the middle of the night, he felt like he was looking for a prisoner to ask.

He woke up Tu Niuer and Pang Shuo, and found Li Shuyun, who was on duty in the second half of the night, and told his thoughts. Tu Niuer and Pang Shuo naturally had no objection, so they wiped their faces with their sleeves and went to prepare. Li Shuyun looked at the Huns who were crying around the fire in the distance, a little worried.

"Sir, the lament will win. You shoot their leader to death, if..."

"Nothing happens." Liang Xiao interrupted Li Shuyun, stood up, twisted his neck, shook his arms, and made a crisp sound of joints. "They are just mourning soldiers, but we are dead and have to die before we live. You call all your brothers up and ready to respond at any time."

Li Shuyun nodded and did not argue anymore. He followed Liang Xiao for a long time, trusted Liang Xiao more, and knew to protect Liang Xiao's prestige in front of everyone. He walked over quietly and called everyone up to make them ready to respond.

Putting on iron armor and taking a bow and arrow, Liang Xiao and the other two set off quietly. Tu Niuer sneaked in front and Pang Shuo behind, and Liang Xiao followed closely behind Pang Shuo. Seeing Tu Niuer walking against the ground like a black leopard, silently, Pang Shuo smacked his lips gently, his envy overwhelmingly.

Although he is taller and stronger than Tu Niuer, he is not a little bit different from Tu Niuer in terms of martial arts. Even after Zhongliqi's guidance, he still cannot compete with Tu Niuer. As for this kind of lurking small skill, he can only envy him.

"There is a shortcoming, and the strengths are a shortcoming. Fighting in the face of battle, the cow is not as good as you." Liang Xiao gently patted Pang Shuo's shoulder and comforted him.

Pang Shuo chuckled twice, holding the iron knife in his hand tighter.

They circled around and took advantage of the cover of dense grass to the hillside. A hundred steps away, a Hun knight lay on the back of the horse, as if he was asleep, and knew nothing about the danger of approaching. However, Liang Xiao still did not dare to push too close. He himself had no problem, but Pang Shuo's steps were a little heavy, and the war horse was more alert than people. If it was pushed too close, it would be easy to be discovered by the war horse.

With fifty or sixty steps left, Liang Xiao pointed Pang Shuo's shoulder and stopped. The two of them hid in the grass in a kneeling position with one leg, listening to every move ahead. Pang Shuo held the iron knife tightly, widened his eyes, and paid attention to the movement within five steps in the radius. Liang Xiao held the bow, plastered the arrow, closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and listened intently.

There was silence between the world. Liang Xiao heard Pang Shuo's deliberate slowing breathing, heard his fierce heartbeat, and heard more than ten steps away, Tu Niuer, who was approaching the Huns carefully, and also heard the sound of the Huns' war horses in the distance. Further away, the hoarse crying of the Huns came with the wind, intermittently, as if a ghost was crying at night.

Liang Xiao breathed long, and a stream of heat rose from his waist, rose along his spine, spread out on his back, and injected into his arms. After resting in the middle of the night, he has now returned to 80% of his usual state. Although his muscles are still a little sore, his feelings are very clear. He can feel the night wind blowing through his skin, and the heat flow erodes the flesh, as if even every hair is standing up, collecting the news sent by the wind.

In the unbearable torture, Tu Niuer finally sneaked to the side of the Huns after two meals. The Huns' war horse felt the danger and raised their heads. The Huns on the horse's back immediately woke up, straightened their bodies alertly, held the hilt of the knife tightly, and watched everywhere.

Liang Xiao held his breath, held the bow with his left hand and lightly slammed the arrow with his right hand, focusing all his attention on the Huns.

The surroundings were silent. The Huns breathed a sigh of relief and pushed the half-pulled knife back again. The knife rubbed the scabbard and made a hissing soft sound.

At this moment, Tu Niu'er suddenly rushed out of the grass, ran a few steps, and jumped up.

The war horse was surprised and swung its neck suddenly, turning around and about to leave. The Huns suddenly woke up, quickly pulled out the battle knife, and chopped it towards Tu Niuer. Tu Niuer tweaked his left hand, opened the Huns' arms, and hugged the Huns' neck, and took him off the horse's back. The two rolled to the ground, and Tu Niuer covered the Huns' mouth with one hand and pinched his neck with the other.

The Huns whined twice, their heads tilted and their bodies softened.

Without saying a word, Tu Niuer carried the Huns and ran back.

The Huns' war horses alarmed the others. The Huns scattered nearby saw the war horses in the air saddle and immediately realized that something was wrong. They soon discovered the running Tu Niuer. While sounding the horn and making alarms, they pulled the bow and arrow, urging the horse to chase after him. Tu Niuer did not even look back, no longer concealed his figure, carried the prisoners, and ran with all his strength. The arrows roared beside him, and he ignored them.

Even so, carrying a person still affected his speed. With just a few breaths, the Huns rode their horses and chased behind Tu Niuer.

Liang Xiao suddenly opened his eyes, stood up from the grassland, his bent body quickly straightened, leaned back slightly, and shot an arrow.

"Swoosh!" The Huns who had just chased after Tu Niuer were caught in an arrow and fell off the horse-

(To be continued.)
Chapter completed!