Realm of Power

The crisp sound of "collapse" bowstrings was almost inaudible on the deafening battlefield, but in Hu Lie's ears, it was like thunder.

Throwing the bow in his hand to the ground, Hu Lie didn't even think about looking at the results. He turned around and ran away as quickly as possible. From a distance of a hundred meters, with his skill as a eagle shooter, if he couldn't send an arrow Entering the target's chest, Hu Lie had been killed countless times by his opponents.

So the moment the bowstring was loosened, Hu Lie knew that he should start running for his life.

The sacrifice of 5,000 Fengtai cavalrymen was to give him the opportunity to shoot an arrow. As long as he could kill the imperial envoy, everything else was worth it. Therefore, every time Monroza discussed with him the planned attack on the imperial camp, , Hu Lie only listened to the first part, and the rest was all nonsense.

Only an idiot like Monroza, who doesn't even understand his opponent, would think that five thousand Fengtai cavalry can shake the tightly defended camp of two thousand imperial elites. If the imperial army's combat power is based on the prairie army's Calculating the combat power of one to two, then the 50,000 wolf sharp army would not have been killed by the emperor in Onnacuo without even getting close to the imperial formation, and the Yelu family's 100,000 northwest wolf riders would not have been killed in the empire. Wilderness, facing less than half The imperial army did not even have the courage to fight, so they directly chose to surrender. Even the head of the Long family who severely damaged the Fengtai tribe in Daizhou and finally forced the Fengtai tribe to compromise, such a person, no matter in the hearts of the prairie people, In the hearts of the people of Central and South Africa, he is definitely a figure like the God of War. In the southwest, nearly 200,000 people were killed by the emperor. In the end, he had to swallow his anger and did not dare to take any revenge. This is strength. gap,

Hu Lie ran out of the darkness, his speed was terrifying. His target was the woodland about fifty meters to the left of the battlefield. As long as he could get in before the imperial cavalry who were chasing him, he had more than half a chance of survival.

For an experienced prairie hunter, the woodland is the best place to hide. Hu Lie was confident that as long as he could rush in, he would be able to survive the coming storm. He heard the sound coming from the slope. A burst of chaotic sounds, various yelled orders, and a loud and cold horn sound came from the slope.

"Woo!" The imperial cavalry who were trampling and chasing in front actually gave up on the prey that had reached their mouths and began to run in disorder. The completely chaotic scene made everything weird.

"Successful!" Hu Lie took one last look at the crazed emperor in the distance, quickly climbed up the trunk of a big tree in the forest, and curled up his body as much as possible until his body was completely hidden in the leaves. , at such a high distance, in the dark night, unless the other party climbs every tree with a torch, it will never be discovered. Hiding on the ground is dangerous, even if you are hiding on the ground. In the pit, you will be unable to hide in front of the imperial cavalry that sweeps over like a broom. Don't count on the stupid method of hiding in the pile of corpses and pretending to be dead, because in order to find the murderer, the frantic emperor will definitely kill everyone. Every corpse was dug out again, and whether it was dead or alive, it was tortured. Even if the body was so mutilated that it was unrecognizable, several knives were inserted into it with sharp blades.

The emperor's disciples were attacked by surprise, and this was before such a one-sided victory. One can imagine how furious the emperor's soldiers would be, because all their efforts were in vain. If they could not win at dawn, If they found the attacker before, they would most likely be beheaded by the emperor. In order to find the attacker, they would not hesitate to use any means.

In fact, just now, Hu Lie had discovered that among the corpses on the ground, many people were not dead, but were injured and pretending to be dead. This was exactly what he expected. Even the warriors of the Fengtai tribe were facing the rolling incoming corpses. Even the imperial cavalry will be beaten to pieces. Hu Lie doesn't care what will happen to these people in the end.

But Hu Lie knew that Munroza was going to be unlucky.

Because except for a few thousand cavalry commanders, the other Fengtai cavalry did not know him, which was why he was ordered to come. Most of the Fengtai cavalry who participated in the attack thought that the person responsible for the attack plan was Meng. Roza, Monroza is a close confidant of Mongolia. This is known to everyone in the entire Fengtai tribe.

Naturally, this matter will be blamed on Mongolia.

that's enough

Facing the anger of the empire, on the one hand, it must be the Yelu family who are not well protected, and on the other hand, the Fengtai tribe who launched the attack. There is no hope that the large-scale operation of five thousand cavalry can be concealed, and Hu Lie knows very well that The Yelu family, who will come to clean up the situation at dawn, will immediately point the finger at the Fengtai tribe. No one who can struggle to rise in such troubled times is a fool. Who will get the greatest benefit from this attack? Anyone with a discerning eye Will look to the north of the Fengtai tribe, not to mention the imperial emperor who is called the Whip of the Immortal Heaven. Mongolia is in trouble. No matter how outstanding this young man is, he has even been regarded by various tribes as the future golden khan. At this moment, he is still just a little wolf. In front of Mongolia, the little wolf, the empire is undoubtedly the black storm that sweeps everything. Facing the anger of the powerful empire, the final result is to be thrown out by Fengtai as a victim to calm down. this matter

Hu Lie is quite satisfied with his disciple. His shooting skills can be said to be better than those of others. He has keen eyesight and an open mind. Among the younger generation in the grassland, apart from the dead Yeluguda, he is Munroza. The most outstanding one, but it is a pity that he, Hu Lie, is Meng Roza's teacher, but he is also the brother of the Fengtai tribe leader who grew up.

Mengluo was taught because Mengluo was the young patriarch, and his disciples were famous in the grassland with their archery skills, but no one knew that he was the one who taught him. This also shows how indifferent this disciple is to his teacher.

After Yeluguda died in the battle at Yanzhou, the aura of the Golden Family was so strong in this disciple who rose like the sun on the grassland that all the surrounding tribes came to seek refuge. In order to achieve the goal of the myth, Mongolia even called his own arrows to the outside world. The art was given by the Immortal Heaven, and it was a gift from the Immortal Heaven to the Golden Family. Even though Hu Lie was very angry about it, he had absolutely no choice.

Mongolia is so dazzling,

Most of the people who were increasingly dissatisfied with the Yelu family had completely given up their illusions about the future of the Yelu family because of Yelu Guda's death. They turned their attention more to the Fengtai family. The prosperity turns to decline, and there is no successor. The Fengtai tribe, which has the blood of the golden family, attracts Mongolia from various tribes, and it is obvious that all tribes feel the possibility of sharing the benefits.

The Fengtai tribe was able to replace the Yelu family in just half a year because of the Mongolian Luo family.

Heroes from all tribes gathered in Fengtai tribe because of Mongolian Luo.

In the Spring Festival, the most solemn spring and winter festivals on the grassland every year, the noble ladies of each tribe are riding on horses like flowers and butterflies. They wear blue robes, keycaps with sun and moon gold threads, and hold in their hands Wearing an exquisite little riding crop woven from her own hair, holding goat's milk wine in a grand spring festival, the object of her affectionate singing is still Mongolian.

The marriage posts from major ministries still read Mongolian Luo. In order to show their respect for Mongolian Luo, these major ministries even sent their own children to serve under Mongolian Luo. These children have their own clan armies. Add up the front and back, and converge in Mongolia There are already fifty thousand prairie cavalry under Luo's command, and they are all elites with excellent combat capabilities. The sound of horse hooves from these unruly cavalrymen who practice on the plains every day can be heard even in Fengtai, ten miles away. The base camp can also feel the vibration of the ground.

Go south, Imperial Capital

These two words are mentioned in Mongolia's mouth every day now. Those young and enthusiastic disciples of various ministries are also stimulated by these two times every day as if they were given chicken blood. Their eyes are red and scary. There is no doubt that as long as Mongolia When Luo gives an order, they will turn into iron currents and roll southward, pouring into the land of the imperial capital until they push Mongolian Luo onto the throne of the prairie king.

A patriarch who may be replaced by his son at any time, and a teacher who has been humiliated by his disciples. This is a vivid display of the relationship between the younger and older generations of Fengtai tribe.

"What is he trying to do? Even if he wants all the ministries to hear his ambition, can't he just keep his voice down?"

Mongolian Tielie is like this. Every time he hears the solemn voice of his son training cavalry in the distance, the look on his face will be solemn. Any patriarch who is replaced by his own son has never died a good death. Wolf Pack The law is most vividly reflected in the inheritance of the grassland people. There can only be one wolf king in the wolf pack. When the younger generation grows up, the old wolf king is either bitten to death or often driven away. It is gratifying to have an outstanding son, but in the prime of life, it is the time when the main family declines and rises once in a lifetime. It's another thing when a majestic and heroic man is showing off his talents and suddenly realizes that there is a son who is more brilliant than himself.

He is very clear about his son. From the fact that he shows no mercy to his brothers, it can be seen that after Mongolia really went south to the imperial capital, he was the first person to be eliminated. I'm afraid it's not the Yelu family, but the current patriarch of the Fengtai tribe, Mongol Tielie. If he wants to become the Khan of the Grassland, the best thing to do is There is no better way than to marry Yelu Qiyeguang. As long as the empire and the Yelu tribe can fall out, the possibility of finally marrying Yelu Qiyeguang is at least *100%, then the possibility of killing his troublesome father is 100%, because if not , other major ministries will not fully support him as the new king of the grassland.

"Are you sure your plan will work?"

Mongolian Tielie put down the wine glass in his hand, stood up with a dull look, and came to the door of a certain gray tent. A blind young man from the prairie was lying at the door of the tent, basking in the sun, chewing grass roots with a leisurely look, as if I couldn't hear the muffled thunder that just rolled over my head, but still, I'm blind, what else can I expect?

"The founding ceremony of the Yelu family is only one day away. Judging from the time, we should have already started. I am worried now whether it is too late. As long as there are no problems with Teacher Hu Lie, there should be no problems!" the young man heard. Mongolia Tielie's voice, the corner of his mouth curled up, and the face that was 70% similar to Mongolia Tielie made a trace of anger flash in Mongolia Tielie's eyes.

"Mongolia's 50,000 cavalry will go south tomorrow, are you really prepared to watch like this?" the young man said with a sigh.

"You don't need to think about this kind of thing. You can go back to the North Grassland tomorrow. My old camp in Fengtai is not a problem in supporting a waste like you. Don't let me see you again from now on."

Mongolian Tielie's face twitched, he took a deep breath, and said categorically. A trace of astonishment flashed across the blind young man's face, his lips trembled, and he finally fell silent. The Fengtai tribe rose up, and in the battle of Daizhou, the big ones were killed by the Long family. Defeated, all the men left in the old camp on the North Prairie had to be transferred back.

Now, apart from the tents full of weeds, there are no other people!

If he doesn't let himself go to the grassland to fend for himself, or kills him halfway, I believe the possibility of Hu Lie coming back alive is slim.

How cruel!

As long as he dies, no one will know about Mongolian Tielie. Mongolian Tielie is still the patriarch of the Fengtai tribe. Although he has lost an opportunity to gain support from all the tribes, Mongolian Tielie is still in his prime after all. Fengtai tribe His wings are already full, and given time, he may not have the chance to aspire to the royal court.

Just die like this? Not willing to give in!

The blind young man leaned against the tent with a wry smile on his face. His ruthless father and his younger brother, who regarded him as a thorn in his side, heard the wind and stood up tremblingly, whispering, "Tell Mongolia, Mongolia is strong." Ten thousand Fengtai Wolf Cavalry have been transferred back, and they will take action tonight!"

"What about you, what are you going to do?" A deep voice sounded like the wind blowing from the corner of the tent.

"I want to go to the west and see it. Qi Yeguang said that the world there is wider and he probably won't go back to the North Grassland again!"

The fire was soaring into the sky. On the cold and bloody city wall, there were only black heads and sharp scimitars held high. They held up the cavalry bucklers and faced the arrows shot head-on, like marching ants swarming towards the elephants. The cold spear points The sharp point penetrated the body of the cavalry in front from the crenellations of the city wall, bringing up a hood that shone in the firelight. The red awn, from time to time, screaming human bodies fell from the towering city wall, broken spears and scattered corpses, just like a row of pushed down straw piled there, scattered corpses, broken spears, The chipped scimitar, the broken bow and arrow, the incomplete military flags of various colors,

"Father"

The last thing that came into Bonnie Berlant's mind was the almost forgotten, white-haired Duke Berlant, Marshal of the Riedian Army under the banner of the Riedian Army, which had been torn into rags like rags. His old but energetic face, Smiling to herself, Bonnie stretched out her hand, trying to catch it all. The strange feeling coming from her hand made Bonnie try to open her eyes, and what she saw was a very irritating white and fat figure. Face

"You are really lucky. If the arrow hadn't been blocked by the innermost goggles, you would have gone to see your father right now!" The fat man looked annoyed and snorted, "Stupid, so stupid. Extreme! Didn’t I tell you, wear two layers of thick armor, it’s best not to show your face, why is it like this!”