The opening of the Three Kingdoms inherits the bravery of the overlord of Chu

Chapter 67 Savage
Shenmuyuan, on the endless grassland, a cavalry galloped wildly, the horse neighed, the hooves of the horses flew, splashing countless grass waves.

Behind Zhao Feng, Yanyun Eighteen Riders followed closely, each of them was enveloped in a murderous aura, just like the black robes on them, giving off an aura of death.

"Shut up!"

Zhao Feng stopped the black horse riding on the snow, then raised his right arm high, and shouted back: "Get off the horse and rest for an hour!"

"Bawan, send a team of rangers out to find out how far we are from Baitupo?"

"promise!"

Bawan bowed to accept the order and arranged for manpower to do it.

It's been two days since we set off from Meiji, and everyone knows the truth about the speed of soldiers, but Zhao Feng doesn't want to fight an unprepared battle because he is unfamiliar with this place.

The battle with Conghu is both inevitable and unavoidable.

The Baihu tribe, which has hundreds of thousands of people, is more difficult than the Southern Xiongnu, because they are scattered widely, and there are people from them in Shangjun and Xihejun.

But if Li Wenhou's spearhead is not knocked out, the safety of Meiji City is still unknown. Not only will it face Fu Luo's counterattack, but it will also face the invasion of the Hu people.

But if this business can be determined by a single battle, defeating Li Wenhou's Baihu tribe will definitely kill chickens and scare monkeys, and make the Hu tribe on the grassland flee, and Meiji City can be regarded as stable.

Zhao Feng swallowed a mouthful of dry rations, a sharp pain came from his throat, the incident happened suddenly, so the rations he had prepared were very little, and he could only eat the roughest coarse rations.

"My lord, water!"

Wang Yang, the boss of Yanyun Eighteen Riders, handed Zhao Feng a water bag. Zhao Feng took the water bag, took a sip, then got up and glanced at the Hun soldiers behind him. The look of a stand.

Zhao Feng walked over with the water bag, and saw a Hun who was eating dry food, but he couldn't swallow the dry food, choked so much that his tears almost flowed down his face.

Although dry food is rough and hard to swallow, no one wants to go hungry.

"Here, give you water!"

Zhao Feng handed over the water bag and said: "Eat slowly, when you are full and rest well, we will set off again, marching and fighting, there is no rush."

"General..."

The Xiongnu soldiers looked up at Zhao Feng, holding the water bag in their hands, not knowing what to do. Every ethnic group has xenophobic sentiments, the Han people are like this, and the Huns are no exception.

On the prairie, the jungle has always been the jungle, the one with the big fist is the elder brother, the defeated ones are destined to become slaves, their Shan Yu was defeated, ran away, abandoned them, they became the defeated ones, they who thought they would become slaves, did not Thinking of Zhao Feng's special treatment of them, and the fact that those who volunteered to join the army were divided into sheep and land, and treated as Han people, they were really moved.

"Drink, you are good, I am very optimistic about you!"

Zhao Feng patted the Hun soldier on the shoulder, and then said to the other Hun soldiers around: "You are all doing well."

"Lord!"

Ba Wan paused, and hurriedly cupped his hands to Zhao Feng and said, "I am willing to serve the Lord."

"Willing to serve the general!"

A group of Huns stood up and saluted Zhao Feng.

"All free!"

Zhao Feng said in a deep voice: "The battle is imminent, but I have one thing to say, I can't say it quickly, since the moment you volunteered to join the army, I will treat you as a family, whether it is Huns or Han people, as long as you are loyal to me, I will treat all of them equally. If you have Han soldiers, you will have none of them. At the same time, the military laws of Han soldiers will also be used on you. You will be rewarded for your merits and punished for your mistakes. I hope that in the future, you will be better than Han soldiers. Well, there will always be a place for you in Meiji City."

"well!"

The Huns shouted in unison, these days, Zhao Feng kicked away the last stone that weighed on their hearts. They were defeated, but they were still the masters of this grassland, not slaves.

"Actually, we were originally a family!"

Zhao Feng paused for a moment, then continued to speak: "The king of Rizhu is better than the dead and Shanyu Guihan. We are one family. Our common enemy is the Xianbei people. It is they who drove you out of the desert. The general hereby swears that one day, he will bring you back to Danhan Mountain."

The Huns suddenly calmed down and fell into deep thought. Yes, 200 years ago, the desert was theirs, and the Xianbei people were just a small race, but now, they have become a small race, and we must always guard against the Xianbei people going south. The Xianbei people are theirs enemy.

Bawan came to his senses first, half-kneeling in the tunnel and said, "I, Bawan, swear to Sirius God, that I will be loyal to my lord forever and never betray."

A group of Huns also came over thoroughly, and knelt down one after another: "Swear to the general to the death, to the general to the death."

"Bawan, as their general, you should pay more attention to them, revive their fighting spirit, and let your yurts stand on Tanhan Mountain again."

Ba Wan looked at Zhao Feng very touched, and said in a deep voice: "The last general thanked the Lord."

Zhao Feng shouted loudly: "Get up, fill your stomach first, muster your energy, and give me a big fight, show your aura, and let the barbarians see that the Huns still live on this grassland."

"Yeah, fuck the son of a bitch!"

"Definitely!"

……

The morale of the soldiers of the Huns suddenly rose. Looking at them with high fighting spirit, Zhao Feng couldn't help but think of a sentence, no one in this world is born weak, but they haven't awakened the divine power in their hearts.

After a while, Youqi rode back and brought back a barbarian. The leader of Youqi reported to Zhao Feng: "Baitupo is still more than a hundred miles away from here, we need to go around a river bed from the east, and then go straight Going down, and there are many river beaches, which is not conducive to horse racing, I am afraid it will take a day or two."

"Is there another way?"

Shi Chang pushed the Hu man back out, and replied: "According to this man's explanation, there is indeed a shortcut. Not only can you go straight to the back of Baitupo, but you can save half the distance, but you need to go through a dense forest. There are many snakes and insects in the forest, and the smog and miasma are thick, making it even more difficult."

"Oh!"

Zhao Feng suddenly became interested, and asked the barbarian, "Have you ever been to that dense forest?"

The barbarian looked at Zhao Feng in horror, and said tremblingly, "My lord, spare me. I just know where the dense forest is, but I have never walked it. I heard that there are savages eating people inside, so I can't go there."

"Savage?"

Zhao Feng was stunned for a moment, this is an unsolved mystery, and immediately shouted: "If you don't want to die, just lead the way."

"what……"

The barbarian was stunned for a moment, looking at the scimitars shining left and right, he could only obey.

(End of this chapter)