Are you crazy? Trying to trick him into military service? He's the number one dragon on the fro

Mirohan called out several times, but no one responded.

He looked around in surprise and doubt, only to find that Helian Feng had led five or six hundred warriors to break through to the northeast, getting further and further away from him.

He sighed inwardly, then disregarded everything else and continued to urge his horse on!

In this situation, for them, it's better to leave as many as possible; if they all gather together, they'll be wiped out.

As time passed, Mirohan was horrified to discover that only a hundred or so of the warriors who had been by his side remained, while there were thousands of pursuers behind him!

At that moment, he wished his warhorse could grow eight legs and run even faster!

As he ran, Mirohan noticed that the sounds around him were getting quieter and quieter, and warriors from his tribe were disappearing from sight one after another.

He subconsciously looked around, only to find that Lu Xiao was already fifty paces behind him, drawing his bow and aiming at him!

"die!"

call out--

As Lu Xiao roared, the Mountain-Shattering Arrow, carrying the force of thunder, hurtled straight towards Miluohan.

Although he had anticipated Mirohan's movements, the outcome was still off, and the Mountain-Shattering Arrow only struck the rump of his warhorse.

With a neigh, the warhorse reared up.

Mirohan forcefully pulled on the reins, barely managing to steady his warhorse. He wanted to continue his escape, but found it was too late.

Because Lu Xiao is right there!

Qiang Qiang——

In a moment of haste, he drew his curved sword from his waist and instinctively parried.

But in the next instant, his precious scimitar was cleaved in two, and then he felt a weight on his shoulder as he was swept off his horse!

"Milohan, are you not ready to die?"

Lu Xiao sat high on his warhorse, staring down at him, while two Zhou cavalrymen followed closely behind, blocking Mirohan's retreat.

Seeing this, Mirohan raised his head and said with a generous expression:

"I am the King of the Northern Hu, you cannot kill me at will!"

"Whether to kill or not is not up to you, but up to me."

Hearing this, Lu Xiao sneered, then thrust his spear forward, plunging it directly into Mirohan's heart, uttering his last words to his dying man:

"So what if he's a king of the Hu tribes?"

"Anyone who dares to invade my Great Zhou shall die!"

puff-

Filled with bewilderment and fear, Mirohan fell backward onto the grassland.

He thought he could survive by virtue of his status as the King of Hu, and even return to the royal court safely after being sent to the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but Lu Xiao did not give him that opportunity at all.

"My lord!"

Shortly after, Zhou Daxing arrived, clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute, and reported:

"Most of the Hu soldiers who fled with the Hu king have been wiped out, but unfortunately, one Hu man who seemed to be of high status escaped. The brothers are currently looting his valuables, and he will be back soon."

"Don't join me, go directly to find their temporary camp."

As Lu Xiao spoke, he pointed the tip of his spear at Mirohan's corpse:

"Cut off his head and do a quick clean-up."

"Here you go!"

Half an hour later, the group returned to the camp where Mirohan had stayed.

When Huangshan saw him return, he said excitedly:

"That King Hu was truly benevolent; before leaving, he thoughtfully prepared soup and roasted meat for us."

"My lord, this mutton soup is just right, it tastes delicious!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Xiao smiled and accepted a bowl of mutton soup, then instructed the guards beside him:

"Let the brothers eat and drink well, rest for a couple of hours, and then we'll head straight back!"

"Not going to the Northern Hu Royal Court?"

Seeing that he wasn't planning to continue north, Zhou Daxing curiously approached him:

"My lord, now that the King of Hu is dead, the Northern Hu court is bound to be in chaos, especially his sons who will probably fight tooth and nail to seize the throne. If this happens..."

"Don't forget the Tongtian Witch of the Northern Hu."

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Xiao interrupted him, inviting him to sit down and eat meat and drink soup together before continuing:

"According to what that Yabghu, who was also the younger brother of Mirohan, said before his death, Tongtian Wubagulun was stationed in the royal court, with more than 10,000 cavalrymen by his side."

"Although we could put together a force of considerable size, that is the Northern Hu royal court, and there are countless other Hu tribes nearby."

"Their king is gone, and these tribes will surely fight each other, but as long as we dare to go, they will all turn their spears on us."

Seeing Zhou Daxing's knowing look, Lu Xiao smiled.

"The reason we said we would head straight for the Northern Hu royal court was to block Miro Khan's way back."

"Now that our goal has been achieved, what's the point of all the fuss?"

After saying that, he drank the perfectly flavorful and perfectly heated mutton soup in one gulp, then tilted his head back and lay down on the grassland, gazing at the starry sky and murmuring softly:

"After this battle, it will be up to the Hu people to decide what to do!"

Two hours later, although it was already late at night, Lu Xiao still ordered his soldiers to return.

Without him.

The Hu people, including Mirohan, were fleeing for their lives, while the Hu were in pursuit, so neither side had any equipment for sleeping in the open.

The grasslands are still quite cold in early March, especially at night.

Therefore, Lu Xiao dared not let his soldiers stay for too long, otherwise they might freeze to death!

The pursuit of Mirohan took almost a full day and night. Now, as they leisurely returned to the White Wolf camp, they belatedly realized how far they had traveled north!

……

The weather was sunny on the seventh day of the third lunar month.

Fan Changxin, along with Zhou Qi, Zhao Qing, Qian Haiyun, and Wang Xingrong, the four纨绔 (playboys), cleaned up the battlefield of Yingjiyuan, while also satisfying their curiosity.

Although this place is a bit far from the White Wolf camp, in the past few days, Long Gui, Luo Yang, Deng Yunluo, Xiao Ke, as well as Zhao Xun and Qin Sheng, have been leading their troops to search for the fleeing Hu people within a radius of ten to twenty miles centered on the camp, so it is relatively safe.

At this moment, looking at the broken swords and shattered weapons scattered on the ground, and the gruesome deaths of the Hu people, Fan Changxin couldn't help but sigh:

"This is war!"

"...Lord Fan, will the corpses of these Hu people eventually be...headed off and their heads erected into a mound of heads nearby?"

Zhou Qi hesitated for a moment, but couldn't resist his curiosity and asked.

Because on their way here, not long after they left the White Wolf camp, they saw a mound of skulls that had been there for some time.

The four playboys were all terrified.

Upon hearing this, Fan Changxin nodded, but then shook his head:

"This matter depends on the Marquis's mood; there's no point in us speculating here."

"Young Master Zhou, please take matters into your own hands and separate the remains of our Great Zhou soldiers from those of the Hu people, placing them in a prominent location. Later, a special mortician will take them home."

He had no intention of being polite to the four playboys, after all, this was something Lu Xiao had instructed him to do, and he himself wanted to help the four playboys adapt to military life on the frontier as soon as possible.