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Chapter 121 Prisoners of Hu Camp

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    In the south, not long after Huang Mingyuan arranged for Chen Yuandong to go, he also approached the Zhalanbu camp with his remaining strength, and then lurked behind a relatively hidden mound nearby.  When the herdsmen were preparing meals at about half time, Huang Mingyuan suddenly ordered all the soldiers to mount their horses and set off immediately.

    Huang Mingyuan rode a green horse, holding a long spear in his hand, leading the charge towards the Zhalanbu camp.

    At this time, there were only six to seven hundred strong men in the tribe, and they were all scattered in their own homes. As soon as they fought, they were not prepared at all, and they were caught off guard by the powerful Sui army.

    The Sui army, which descended from heaven, rushed into the camp, trampled through every tent, and overturned the tables of every house.  How could these ordinary herdsmen still be in the mood to eat? They had already fled desperately for their lives.

    There are too many experiences and lessons in the history of the Han people and the history of the grasslands to attack this kind of village where soldiers and civilians live together.  Every time at the end of the dynasty, rogue bandits enslave the refugees, regardless of whether they are soldiers or civilians. They seem to be numerous and powerful, but as long as they break through his camp and cause internal chaos, you don't even need to fight him, he will defeat himself.

    Zalandar is still dreaming about his spring and autumn dreams in his tent.  He thought that once Brother Du and others defeated the horse bandit "Gust of Wind", he would be the real king of the Nuozhenshui area. Then he would conquer the unconquered subjects, expand the territory, and become a real king of Monan.

    But when the Sui people rushed into the camp, all these dreams shattered like bubbles.

    The Sui army's attack did not last for a quarter of an hour, and no organized resisters could be found in the entire camp that was torn apart.  Seeing that things were in disharmony and that the situation was over, Zharendar was decisive and did not hesitate. He got on his horse and ran towards the north. As long as Zharandu brother's team was still there, the Zharendar tribe would not be destroyed.

    As soon as the Sui army launched its attack, a man with a beard and messy hair who was kept in the slave camp had already noticed the movement.  With a wink at his companion, the man fell to the ground, twitching, and then became motionless, as if dead.

    The man and a group of prisoners around him loudly begged the guards to move the body out.  The barbarian guard was helpless and was afraid that the dead body would cause disease, so he opened the cage door with a curse.  This group of Han slaves were trained to be very stable and obedient.

    The barbarian guard entered the prison without paying much attention and asked two slaves to carry the body out. He did not want to be contaminated by these disgusting things.

    The two big men dragged the body out. The barbarian guard turned around and was about to walk out of the cell door, but he didn't realize that the man had already walked to the side near the door.

    ???????????????? After a while, this skinny man suddenly stood up, grabbed the Hu guard¡¯s neck with both hands, and twisted it with the force of his arms.  Then the man picked up the scimitar in the man's hand and rushed out.

    Another Hu guard was shocked when he saw this scene. Before he could call out, he was hit by the knife thrown by the man and fell down.  Dozens of slaves behind him followed him out of the low cage, and Huang Mingyuan's army had already entered the camp.

    "It's the Sui army."

    Immediately someone shouted to the cavalry: "Hey, we are Sui people."

    Huang Mingyuan also noticed this scene and hurriedly ordered Tang Zengzuo beside him to lean towards the group of people.

    The man in the lead was holding two scimitars, but he didn't look at the Sui troops and went straight towards the barbarians.  He slashed left and right, his sword was bleeding, and he was like a god of murder, cutting a path of blood among the barbarians.  Huang Ming looked at this man's bravery from a distance and was filled with admiration.

    At this time, Xiong Kuohai was also killing with great vigor, holding a big ax and covered in blood.  Originally, he was guarding Huang Mingyuan's side during the charge, but now he has already rushed forward.  Seeing the rampant killing of this unknown man here, the hero cherishes the hero and rushes towards him.

    "Hey, this strong man, let's compare with my old hero."

    The man glanced at Xiongkuohai and then said in a low voice: "Okay!"

    The two of them got on horseback and dismounted, and shot into the crowd of barbarians like two arrows off the string.  Regardless of who stood in his way, there was no one enemy who could defeat him. They killed him until corpses were scattered all over the field, blood flowed into channels, and countless people were pushed over and overturned. For a moment, there was no clear winner or loser.

    This man had known Zalandar before, and when he saw him getting on his horse and heading north from a distance, he knew he was going to escape.  At this time, the camp was in chaos, with crowds of people everywhere, and no one could care about Zalandar.

    This man is different. He has lived as a slave for more than a month and the humiliation brought to him by the barbarian tribe. Naturally, he needs to pay off one by one.

    The man suddenly jumped onto a mounted Zalan rider.Behind him, the scimitar in his hand had already pierced his chest.  He pushed the knight off his horse, grabbed the horse's belly, and chased after Zalandar who was escaping.

    Nazalandar spanked the horse's butt hard, and several of his followers stopped him, and then he ran away quickly.

    The man brandished his scimitar and rushed left and right. When he reached the north camp wall, he reined in his horse and trampled to death a barbarian who was charging forward.  With a slap on the horse's butt, the horse jumped more than ten feet, climbed over the wall of the village, and rushed north.

    When two Zhalan cavalrymen saw someone chasing them, they hurriedly came to stop them.  I saw this man bending backwards, lying flat on his horse, waving two scimitars left and right in his hands, and the three horses clashed. The two Zhalan cavalrymen each had a long gash in their chests, and their intestines flowed all over the floor.  , fell down and dismounted.

    The man didn¡¯t even look, and kept chasing forward.  After chasing for several miles, I finally saw the shadow of Zalandar in front of me.

    Zalandar was sitting on the horse in a miserable state.

    The man looked at him from afar, with a fierce look in his eyes.  He picked up the bow and arrow hanging on the back of the horse, opened the bow and nocked the arrow, and shot at Zalandar.

    Zalandar was riding a horse to escape. Hearing the sound of thunder behind him, he immediately leaned on the side of the horse to dodge.

    But he saw that the arrow was not meant to shoot a person, but hit the horse's hind leg.  The horse whined and fell to the ground.  Fortunately, Zalandar was strong and jumped off the horse, but he was also thrown to one side.

    Zalandar shook his somewhat confused head, picked up the machete and ran away.  The opponent is skilled in bow and horse, and he is injured, so he may not be a match.

    This man reined in his horse with one hand and held a scimitar in the other, rushing towards Zalandar.  Seeing that he was about to escape into the nearby bushes, he took the machete upside down and threw it at Zalandar.

    The scimitar was thrown out in an arc, hitting Zalandar in the back of the heart.  Zalandar screamed "Ah" and fell to the ground, dead.

    The man calmly rode over, jumped off the horse, pulled out the scimitar, and chopped off Zalandar's head, then got on the horse again and turned back.

    By the time the man returned to the Zhalan tribe¡¯s camp, the battle in the camp was over.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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