Outside the Lulong Fortress in August, a line of wilderness is dotted with miserable withered grass.
The frost has arrived early in the northern area, and it is already gray and white outside the customs.
In the entire wasteland with a single tone, there is only a sputtering splash of fresh color on the low-lying dead grass blades.
A young-looking Wuhuan man was lying in a nest made of gray and yellow grass.
There was a huge gaping hole in his throat, and the blood was gurgling but had not yet dried up, leaving him in the brief moment of peace before death.
The heat was drawn away from the body along with the blood spurting from the wound.
The blood formed a small lake under his body, wetting the fur he was wearing and his loose braids, reflecting the clouds in the sky.
He exhaled his last breath and looked at the small colored stones tied in his braid to pray for peace, and his face fell heavily into the blood.
In his last consciousness, he thought of his grandmother.
"drink!"
The sound of horse hoofbeats suddenly came closer, and the huge horse hoofs as big as the mouth of a bowl stepped on the cheeks of the dead young man, turning his features into a ball of mud.
The earless man named Lao Lei collided with a rough scimitar in his hand, causing a tooth-itching squeaking sound.
The Han army and the Hu sentries and cavalry were in tacit understanding on the wasteland, facing each other on the left and right.
Watching the fight in the middle of the pasture.
When the two sides encounter each other, this is a romantic game unique to the most elite scouts in the army.
Lao Lei held the handle of the knife with both hands and held the scimitar coming.
The two were riding together, so close that they could almost smell each other's breath.
"You can't."
Lao Lei, who had already killed an opponent, looked at his opponent's face with bulging veins and still had enough energy to taunt him.
The high-quality supplies provided by the military were not in vain.
Every grain of rice and every piece of chicken is transformed into the power to support the body's operation in the rigorous and arduous daily training.
The solid muscles bulge and roll under the military uniform, bringing extremely strong pressure to the enemy.
Swinging the knife again and again, clashing violently.
A lot of sweat appeared in the beard and hair of the enemy barbarian, and his hands began to tremble.
Lao Lei has been Zhao Yun's personal follower for some time.
According to Zhao Yun's merciless temperament, the more senior generals are, the more rigorous training they will receive.
A small tremor on the part of the enemy did not escape Lao Lei's attention, and a stern look appeared in his eyes.
Withdraw the sword slightly and seize the gap.
The sharpened blade was only slightly dull when cutting through the hard neck bone.
The sword flashed, blood burst out, and a head flew high into the air. Someone grabbed it by its braid and lifted it up high.
The headless corpse, with blood spraying from its cavity, slowly slid off the horse's back.
Under the head with despair frozen on his face, blood was dripping.
The hanging blood vessels are twitching.
"Okay!" There were bursts of cheers from the Han army's ranks.
The physical strength of people in this world exceeds the scope of Gongsun Yan's understanding.
Under such conditions, the bravery of individuals in this world is magnified, and some brutal military customs that should have been withdrawn long ago are preserved.
But when personal bravery is magnified, a victory and a victory can bring unparalleled excitement.
The dozen or so cavalrymen of the Han army raised their weapons high, banged their chest armor, and shouted loudly to show off their military achievements.
A Han soldier rode forward, took the bridle of the war horse that had lost its owner and was standing dazed, and directly pulled it back to its own team.
Lao Lei laughed loudly, holding his head high as if showing off, letting the hot blood pour into his sleeves, dyeing half of his body red.
He was riding a horse and cruising in the middle of the meadow.
Opposite, the Wuhuan people's team was completely silent.
Hu Qi, whose little boss had already been killed, showed some timidity when faced with another invitation to fight.
The Han army was very strong.
This timid knowledge spread.
The horse under the Wuhuan Knight seemed to have sensed something. The horse's hooves were treading uneasily, and there was some commotion.
The north wind blows through the low-folding white grass, and the fishy smell lingers.
"If you don't dare to come, just get out!"
Lao Lei's blood-stained sword was pointed directly at the opposing team.
"Yes!, go back."
Behind him were the knights of the Han army, old soldiers on white horses, and new soldiers who had been reorganized a few months ago.
Zhao Yun reorganized Baima Yicong, issued new orders, and rectified some bad habits.
However, the original fierce style of the Youbei Assault Cavalry in the army was deliberately retained.
Under the leadership of veteran soldiers and officers and soldiers in turn, the new soldiers left Lulongsai and wandered in the wilderness. They gradually grew up in increasingly frequent and fierce frictions.
A Wuhuan Huqi with a sun-baked complexion was riding on a horse, with his companions looking at him intently behind him.
He held the reins and put his hand on the scimitar at his waist, clenching and unclenching it.
Just now he was just an ordinary scout, but now he has to take on the responsibility of deciding whether to stay or leave the entire team due to the death of the leader and deputy leader of the team.
finally.
He looked at the head held in Lao Lei's hand and exhaled a white breath.
He raised his hand to signal, and slowly retreated with his team, leaving the Han army's loud laughter and curses behind.
The Han army did not pursue them. Lao Lei stood on his horse and watched their retreating figures.
He restrained the wild and exaggerated smile on his face.
He threw the head away in disgust, fearing that the lice in the braid would crawl over.
"Close the team!"
He shook off the blood stains on the knife, and there was a chip on the knife.
I don’t know whether it was hit by a machete or a hard neck bone.
With the sword, the weapon is like a warrior's bride. This gap makes Lao Lei feel distressed.
As the sound of horse hooves faded away, the wasteland that was noisy with blood a moment ago calmed down again.
There were only two corpses left, lying in the withered yellow grass, as gorgeous as gorgeous flowers, dotted in the withered yellow grass.
After a while, there will be wandering carnivorous scavengers, smelling the blood, and come to enjoy the delicious food.
"Uncle Tian, Zixiu."
After the meeting, Gongsun Yan left two people behind.
She led the two of them to a corner of the conference room, which was covered by a curtain.
He opened the curtain casually.
The things displayed inside were suddenly exposed in front of the two of them.
In the conference room, the light was not very bright, but it was enough for Xia Houlan and Tian Kai to take a breath of cold air, and their eyes were dazzled by the sharp light.
The smell of knife oil filled her nose, and Xia Houlan swallowed hard.
"I want to collectively change the uniforms for the army generals, but I don't know which one to choose. Please help me with the details."
When Gongsun Yan's words reached his ears, Xia Houlan didn't pay attention to the strong aura of rich people in them.
He only thought intoxicated that he would marry his new bride.