Before the man answered, someone next to him immediately said, "No, Marquis, our family members are all in Hexi. If we go to Liaodong, the emperor will definitely issue an order to destroy the nine clans. Our family will not be able to protect us!"

When the others heard this, they woke up and said, "Yes, don't go to Liaodong."

Feng Polu pondered for a while and said, "But if we just go back like this, the emperor probably won't forgive us. At that time, our family will probably still be sent to the execution ground."

Everyone looked at each other, and some people suddenly thought that this failure in Xishan was, after all, Feng Polu was determined to fight the Northwest Army and determined to fight the decisive battle with the Northwest Army, which led to a disastrous defeat.

Although most of the people present strongly agreed to the decisive battle from the city at that time, after a big defeat, when they thought that the future was bleak, many people secretly blamed Feng Polu for his great success.

Some people even thought that even if they return to Hexi this time, the emperor might not be able to take heavy measures against everyone. After all, the main responsibility is Feng Polu. Feng Polu may be blameless, but others may not be really implicated. Even if they are implicated, they may not end up being executed.

However, if he followed Feng Polu to Liaodong, Qin would definitely not show mercy, and everyone's family members would be spared.

Feng Polu was naturally not a stupid person. He had already seen something strange from everyone's faces, and frowned and asked, "If I really want to go to Liaodong, are you willing to follow?"

Everyone didn't want Feng Polu to ask seriously, but looked at each other, but no one spoke.

Feng Polu sighed and said, "I just asked casually, how can I leave your family alone? But we just go back like this, the danger is too bad. The barbarians betray us, which led to a disastrous defeat. Think about it, what can we all overcome the difficulties?"

Immediately someone came to understand and said, "Marty, let's say that the barbarians did not obey the orders and were very happy with the merits. They insisted on leaving the city to fight the Northwest Army. They even threatened us. If we don't go out of the city to fight the final battle, we will return to the north of Mo! "

This man naturally understood that Feng Polu was just trying to find a scapegoat to clear his guilt.

None of the others were stupid, and they immediately understood and all their faces showed their spirits.

"Damn it was the unreasonable acts of the Yi barbarians that caused a huge disaster." Someone immediately followed and said, "The Marquis had already made careful arrangements, but these Yi barbarians did not obey the orders and fought with each other, which led to our defeat in Yunshan."

"If I had known that these barbarians would not be able to become great. If we hadn't been to these people, we might have been able to wipe out Chu Huan."

"The Marquis has been through many battles and is invincible, but this time he was affected by the barbarians. We jointly wrote a letter to inform the court that all the consequences were caused by the barbarians."

Feng Polu had a slight light in his eyes. He was about to speak, but he heard a sound of horse hooves suddenly remembered that in the night, the sound of horse hooves was very clear and rumbling. Feng Polu had experienced a long battle formation and immediately heard that there were no less than a thousand cavalry.

"Not good!" Feng Polu reacted quickly and rushed towards his war horse. The others suddenly changed their colors. At this time, they didn't care about their fatigue and had agility. They all got on the horse one after another.

In the darkness, a team of cavalry had approached. He heard a call from there. Feng Polu was about to slap his horse and escape, but when he heard the call, he raised his hand and said, "Let's wait!"

Everyone thought that the pursuit had arrived and their lives were at stake. What else would Feng Polu have to wait for?

Vaguely, a team of thirty or fifty cavalrymen appeared not far away. They couldn't see clearly in the night, and they were shining. When they heard the shouts from there, Feng Polu immediately said: "Is it the Yi barbarian!"

The others listened carefully, and soon someone said, "Yes, it's a barbarian."

"It seems to be the Yi barbarians who retreated here." Someone immediately breathed a sigh of relief. The Northwest Army chased under Yunshan City. The Qin army at Yunshan City was in chaos and escaped. When Feng Polu fled, he knew that the more people he went to, the more he became the target of the Northwest Army's pursuit, so he secretly left the brigade with his dozens of men in the middle.

Thousands of soldiers and horses were scattered in various places, and they didn't know where they were. At this time, they heard the shouts of the barbarians, and they were obviously the soldiers who were retreating from the city and rushing here.

Feng Polu had his clothes and armored, but saw that the team of Yi barbarian cavalry had approached. Seeing Feng Polu and others, they were all slamming their horses and looked at each other, but saw that a cavalry had turned their heads and galloped backwards.

Feng Polu was worried that if he had just brought dozens of troops back to Hexi like this, it would be a bit shabby. At least he could gather the defeated army and lead thousands of troops to withdraw, he could explain some of it.

"Is Shuwutai with you? Where is Ibrahimovic?" Feng Polu asked in a deep voice.

The barbarian cavalry just rode horses and held swords, and didn't speak.

"Where are you talking about, you're deaf?" Feng Polu shouted sternly, "Is there anyone who can understand the words?"

The Yi barbarian cavalry were all shook their heads. Feng Polu was about to speak, but suddenly, he saw a Yi barbarian take off his fur hat and seemingly tidying up something. Seeing that person, Feng Polu's face suddenly changed. Before the people around him could react for a while, Feng Polu had turned his horse's head and said in a deep voice: "Go away!"

The others were stunned and did not react for a moment. At this moment, everyone heard the sound of horse hooves coming from the side. In the dark night, they saw the figures of cavalry as ghosts as ghosts. Feng Polu's face had never been shocked. After all, the others were all people who had been fighting for the rest of their lives. They faintly realized that something was wrong. For a moment, people shouted at the horse neighing. In just a moment, countless barbarian cavalry formed a large arc like the moon, surrounding Feng Polu and his men. Behind Feng Polu and others, there was a peaceful lake blocking the way.

"Marty!" Someone said in surprise: "These barbarians are going to rebel?"

"No!" Another general had obviously discovered something strange, "Look at the top of their heads!"

Everyone then saw that although most of the Yi barbarian cavalry were wearing fur hats, and a few even had armored helmets, a very small number of them were naked.

There is no grass growing, and there is no hair on the head.

"Is it An Lei's people?" Finally someone reacted, "They are all An Lei's people!"

Although the Yiman tribes have many similar customs and live in the grasslands of the northern desert, there are also many tribes with great customs differences. One of the biggest customs differences is that the buns of many tribes are very special, and some tribes have unique buns, and their tribes can be judged from their hairstyles.

As for the fact that the Mobei grassland was bare-headed and not haired, there was not only one tribe, but the four tribes who came to Xishan this time were only the tribes where An Lei was located, all the cavalrymen of all had no hair left. At first, Feng Polu really thought that these Yi barbarian cavalry were also soldiers who had dispersed. When he saw someone on the other side, he immediately knew that something was wrong.

An Lei withdrew with nearly two thousand troops under his command, and Fan Persie followed suit, which eventually led to Qiu Fengyuan's defeat. The actions of these two tribes were equivalent to tearing apart from Qin and becoming the enemy of Qin.

Feng Polu was not a stupid person. After thinking about it carefully, he naturally understood that An Lei had other plans to withdraw at the battle, but it was undeniable that An Lei was jealous of him.

Because of the brave blade, An Lei kidnapped Shu Chitai. Although Feng Polu came forward to solve the problem later, the method used was very domineering. He beat him with a horse whip in front of An Lei's troops.

There is no doubt that whipping a tribal general with a horse whip was obviously treated as a slave without giving him a trace of respect.

Feng Polu earned his reputation by attacking the Yi barbarians and was invincible on the Mobei grasslands. The Mobei Yi barbarians regarded Feng Polu as the god of killing. Even those Yi barbarian chiefs were humble to Feng Polu. Because of this, Feng Polu never looked down on the Yi barbarians in his bones, and he really regarded the Yi barbarians as his slaves.

But he forgot that the Yi Barbarians attached great importance to reputation. In the eyes of the Yi Barbarians, their names can be lost, but reputation cannot be insulted.

Because of his brave sword, An Lei was not afraid of great changes and dared to kidnap Shu Chitai, which also shows his importance to reputation. Feng Polu beat him with a whip in public. How could An Lei not hold a grudge in his heart?

At this time, the cavalry surrounding them were all An Lei's men, and Feng Polu knew that the situation was in danger.

It was soon silent. The Yiman cavalry rode on the horses, holding a sabre in his hand, and looked at Feng Polu and his men like a wolf staring at prey. Everyone under Feng Polu also knew that the disaster was coming, and they were holding a knife in their hands and waiting for the battle. But everyone knew that facing thousands of Yiman cavalry was undoubtedly an egg hitting a stone.

"An Lei, get out of here!" After a while of silence, Feng Polu finally roared loudly: "You, a traitor, dare to betray me!"

But he heard a horse neighing, and then he slowly came out of the crowd, with a strong figure and a gloomy face. It was An Lei.

An Lei held a scimitar in his hand and stared at Feng Polu like a wolf. Suddenly, he burst into laughter. The barbarian cavalry around him also laughed wildly, and the laughter was like a group of beasts roaring, making people creepy.

"Stop!" Feng Polu roared with a striking momentum, and his laughter suddenly stopped.

Feng Polu saw his roar as if he was trying to suppress the barbarians, and immediately felt a little confident. He said in a deep voice: "An Lei, I know that you have resentment, but don't forget that your chief is still in Hexi. Do you want to ignore your chief's safety?" He shook his horse's reins slightly, and in order to show that he was still calm, he urged the horse to move forward a few steps, "An Lei, as long as you and I go back to Hexi with you and apologize to the Lord, your chief will naturally be safe and sound. Even you, I, can't explain to the Lord!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a "puff" sound, and then he felt a severe pain in his abdomen, his expression froze, and he slowly lowered his head, but found that an arrow had actually shot into his abdomen.

This arrow was extremely strange and had no signs, but I didn't know where it came from.

"You!" Feng Polu felt cold in his heart, and he heard the sound of "swoosh swishing" sound. He saw an arrow burst out from the barbarians. The arrows were like rain. Feng Polu endured the severe pain in his abdomen and waved his sword to block the grid. However, behind him, screams came one after another. Many people fell off their horses in the random arrows.

An Lei said nothing, turned his horse's head and returned to the crowd. The Yi barbarian cavalry kept arrows. Feng Polu and others could only resist and could not rush forward. In a moment, most of the subordinates behind him had been caught in the horse, leaving only a few people. These people shouted and scolded, but the Yi barbarians were cold and terrifying and ignored them.

Feng Polu was already in more than ten arrows at this time, and his hand was swinging his sword no longer had the strength. Even the war horses under his seat were filled with arrows. Feng Polu's eyes raked violently, and he shouted violently, slapped the horse forward. Before he had taken two steps, another dense rain of arrows came. In the blink of an eye, Feng Polu and the war horse under his seat were already like hedgehogs.

Feng Polu's eyes were blood red, and he looked straight ahead, holding one hand, but the knife in his hand had already landed on the ground. There was both anger, despair and unwillingness in his eyes. He shouted hard: "Beast!" But he could no longer hold on and fell from the horse's back.

Soon, all the Yi barbarians collected their bows. The night wind was desolate, and the strong smell of blood drifted around. Feng Polu and dozens of subordinates were all lying in pools of blood, motionless, and all died.
Chapter completed!