Thirty-six envoys attacked the Xiongnu Post at night.

Bai Guangji led the crowd into the crowd and quietly approached the Xiongnu guards who were enjoying the rain in the world. The drought in the northern grassland made the strong Huns forget the danger one by one. They just raised their heads, squinted their eyes, and opened their mouths to drink the gift from God.

The rain gradually increased, gradually turning from light rain to moderate rain, and the crowd gradually dissipated. In the cold winter, if the fur on your body was wet, it would be difficult to dry it thoroughly.

"kill!"

Bai Guangji shouted softly and stabbed the Baichang who was leading the team hard.

The Huns were immersed in the joy of the fall of sweet rain. Driven by the instinct of a long battle, the moment the sword edge entered his body, he finally realized the danger.

"Southern Man!" Bai Chang cried out with pain, and the stinging feeling of the sword entering his body made him scream instinctively. Bai Guangji's sword pierced the strong abdomen of the Huns, but was blocked by the thick fur, but the strength was much smaller, which allowed the Huns to turn around and stare at the opponent who was attacking.

"Bei Barbarians, are you a barbarian?" Bai Guangji roared angrily, and tried his best to pound the iron sword into the belly of the Huns, then flew up and kicked his unwilling opponent into the Peacock River.

The river water is frozen.

The injured Huns fell into the ice hole, and their heavy bodies crushed the ice surface and were instantly traced. In such bad weather, the life of this lucky Hun man also means the end. Of course, if he was lucky enough, he might become a fossil or mummy in Lop Nur in one or two thousand years. It became a mystery that scientists scrambled to study how he died and was responsible for any position during his lifetime.

As soon as Bai Guangji launched the attack, the thirty-six warriors who accompanied him also shouted and rushed to the lonely Huns and the inn.

In the rain curtain, swords and swords are shining.

The blood and rain had long been unclear. The Huns who came to their senses did not show weakness. They tried hard to block the door and prevented the Qin people from rushing in. Seeing this, Bai Guangji's eyes were red and his sword was raised.

The Huns were killed for a long time.

These Huns were in a hurry and had no leader. They were snatched into the door by Bai Guangji. In a short period of time, the Huns who had not yet fully reacted had to retreat step by step and guard the stairs at all levels.

"Just get into the backyard quickly, don't worry about the others." Bai Guangji said anxiously.

The number of Xiongnu envoys was more than 160, five times more than the thirty-six Qin envoys. In such a situation where there were many enemies and we were few, it was obviously unnecessary to disperse troops to attack those irrelevant targets. Moreover, according to the previous agreement with Li Zhongxiang, Bai Guangji and his main task was to lead the head of the Xiongnu envoys, especially the prince of the Zhelan tribe who was in charge.

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forecourt.

When the sound of shouting for killing came faintly, Zong Rida, who was in his room, didn't care much.

These Hun barbarians stayed in the inn day by day. They had so much energy that they had nowhere to vent, and it was common for them to compete with each other. Today, I guess they were overly excited after seeing Tianlin.

Today is a good day.

Just now, after pushing An Qinglan into Huai'en's room, Zong Rida listened at the door for a while. At first, An Qinglan shouted and scolded a few times. But soon, there were conversations between men and women, and the sounds of teasing each other. Later, there were no sounds.

This is a good sign.

It is very likely that the fierce girl has been conquered by the handsomeness and elegance of the second prince of Zhelan. You must know that among the Hun tribe, Prince Huai'en is the favorite of many Hun girls.

What a pity.

A thorny rose was picked by the boy Huai'en. Thinking of this, Zong Rida felt that the object under his crotch was slowly raising his head. When he imagined stripping An Qinglan's clothes, the little brother raised it high, ready to shout and charge at all times. When he imagined that he was about to pounce on it, he suddenly shook and then collapsed in dejectedness.

In the excitement of fantasy, Zongrida's long-standing little brother failed to persevere until the end and became a deserter in the middle, which disappointed Zongrida very much.

Perhaps, it was because he was too indulgent when he was young. Thinking about it, every time after victory, he would ask himself to find women from the captured tribe and vent his desires well. Over the past ten years, this habit not only brought about the consequences of letting Zongrida sprinkle his seeds across the grassland.

Not lasting.

This kind of pain that belongs only to men made Zong Rida's psychology gradually change, just like when he immediately transformed himself into Huai'en after seeing An Qinglan.

Facing those mature and enchanting women, the elderly Zong Rida was already unable to do it, and he just wanted to enjoy it. However, this does not mean that he has no obscene thoughts.

Huai'en was just a weak and unsupportive prince. All the affairs of the Xiongnu mission were actually controlled by him, the right supervisor, including the conditions for putting pressure on the King of Loulan and the wealth of the Xiongnu mission. These things were controlled by his Zongrida alone.

Release, on mission.

It seemed like a very dangerous thing. At the beginning, when he took on this task, Zong Rida was still a little dissatisfied. After all, he was still far from the Right King, and the possibility of him climbing further was much smaller, but now he was satisfied.

In the room.

The two female slaves of Yuezhi who were only eleven and two years old were wearing thin short navel-exposed outfits. Apart from two small protrusions, only one of the ribs was clearly visible on their thin chests.

Yuezhinu squatted under Zong Rida's crotch and was trying hard to swallow the ugly thing. Unfortunately, under such stimulation, Zong Rida's brothers were still depressed and had no intention of getting an erection as if they had been defeated. Another Yuezhinu was held in his arms by an old guy, with tears drooping on his petite face, and a pair of cherry lips were tightly pressed against the mouth that exuded the rotten aura of the elderly.

One to two.

Zong Rida has never been as interested as he is now. He bought these two girls from the Great Yuezhi from the Xiongnu. Although they have not yet grown up, the pleasure of pitying the underage girls is something that others cannot understand. Today, due to the temptation of An Qinglan's towering and seductive body, Zong Rida's sexual desire suddenly became erect.

Under debauchery.

It's gone day and night.

"Who is shouting? How dare you disturb the rest of this supervisor?" Zong Rida shouted angrily.

The shouts of killing outside made him feel a little impatient with his eyes closed and enjoying the service from up and down. The brother who was already getting up again also completely lost his voice after a shrill cry.

"Master Jianwei, it's not good. Qin envoys are coming in?" As if responding to Zong Rida, the inn was not very strong. The door of the inn fell to the ground with a strong impact.

The blood-stained Hun warrior stood up staggeringly, looking at Zong Rida's naked body in shock, and two half-naked women who had not grown. After a while, he finally closed his eyes and shouted, turned around and ran out of the house.

I saw the scene of my boss being unsatisfied.

This is a taboo. In awe of shame, Zong Rida is likely to attack his unlucky subordinates. When he thinks of this, the loyal and strong Hun man wishes he is not him, but someone else.

"Qin Manzi." Zong Rida's yellow face changed suddenly. He pushed away the girl riding on him, then kicked the girl under his crotch to the ground, quickly put on a fur and ran out of the door.

The Qin envoy rested in another inn in Loulan City. He knew about this. However, he did not think that the Qin envoy, which was less than a hundred people, would bring him any danger. Even though some time ago, the southern barbarian named Li Zhongxiang shot and killed three Hun warriors in a row on the competition ground.

There is only one Qin person like Li Zhongxiang.

However, there were a group of warriors of the Great Huns, and even more, who could take on missions and escort tasks, were all warriors in the tribe. At this point, two or three Qin people could not deal with one of the Huns.

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The shouts of killing in the front yard of the Xiongnu Inn sounded particularly clear in the quiet night.

Li Zhongxiang tightly pressed his body against the edge of the Peacock River. A poplar growing along the river provided strong support for him. Beside him, the three companions leaned back a little and leaned against the river bank. Their location was less than a hundred steps away from the place where the Huns had fallen for a long time.

Climbing over the poplar tree into the inn was a route designed by Li Zhongxiang early in the morning. However, he had to wait until Bai Guangji took action in the front yard before he could start to act, because he had to wait until the two Xiongnu whistles that were alerted under the poplar tree were attracted to their attention before he could make some moves.

"Swoosh!"

Li Zhongxiang drew arrows and aimed at the Huns who were left behind. His companions had already gone to the front to reinforce. Without the friends, he would have no chance of survival.

"puff!"

The arrow hit the throat, and Li Zhongxiang's first arrow passed through the neck of the Huns holding a torch. The unlucky Huns' whistle was very confused. Who would have such good eyesight and archery skills in the night?

The slight sound of the corpse falling down, covered by the loud shouts of killing in the front yard, did not attract anyone's attention. Li Zhongxiang stepped on the thick tree trunk a few steps, and then jumped past a high rammed earth wall. There were only two rooms with lights on the back yard of the inn, namely one east and one west.

Among them, Li Zhongxiang was still a little confused about which one was Prince Zhelan's residence. At this moment, the Xiongnu soldiers who witnessed Zong Rida's ugly journey appeared in the corridor. Li Zhongxiang, who originally wanted to shoot this person with an arrow, hesitated for a while, and finally decided to wait.

East or west.

This judgment determines the success or failure of the attack.
Chapter completed!