"Da da!" The sound of marching.
The sky was dark and there was no one within ten meters. However, the Yin Mountain Range in the distance was still faintly visible. The night wind was very strong.
Mordo led 5,000 elites and set off overnight. He even abandoned the logistics team that escorted the food and rushed to the tribe. Although he knew that the tribe was finished, he still hoped to return as soon as possible to save his people.
At this moment, a Xiongnu soldier who had been scouting for information came back on his horse.
"Leader, we didn't find anything unusual up ahead. After passing through this valley, we will reach the territory of our White Tiger Tribe. Should we let our brothers rest for a while and wait for our tribesmen to deliver the rations and materials?”
Don't say "ride!"
He looked at the exhausted clansmen beside him. Although he was extremely anxious, there was nothing he could do. Just as he was about to give the order to set up camp and rest...
Not far away, a dense number of torches appeared on the mountain ridge, illuminating the distant area. It seemed that the wind was blowing and the sound of rustling could be heard.
"Not good, it's an enemy."
"Attention, everyone. The enemy is attacking, attacking.”
"It's those damn barbarians. Everyone, be careful.”
Modo's pupils shrank. His eyes were filled with anger, as if he wanted to eat someone alive. He would recognize this figure even if he turned into ashes. They were mortal enemies and had fought before. After hearing the bad news in the tribe yesterday, he hated him to the core.
Mordena laughed sinisterly.
"This group of bastards, you still dare to come here by yourself? You're simply courting death. Have you forgotten the shadow that I left behind for you back then?”
" Kill!" Mo Duo Na raised the black-gold long saber in his hand and shouted sternly," Warriors of the White Tiger Tribe, follow me. Kill!"”
At this moment, Modo's mind was filled with anger and hatred, forgetting that there might be a trap ahead.
Modo gripped his horse's belly, and the horse neighed as it charged towards the barbarian cavalrymen on the ridge. He brought everyone to charge forward crazily. The fatigue of their bodies could not resist the hatred in their hearts.
Behind him, countless Xiongnu cavalrymen drew out their scimitars and followed him on their horses. It was a majestic sight. Ying Dan, who was on the mountain peak, saw all of this and smiled.
It was this group of despicable barbarians who had stolen their women and livestock. They could not let any of them off.
In front of his enemy, his hatred was monstrous!
The Xiongnu knights swept toward the ridge beside the Yin Wind Mountain Pass. At this moment, a turn of events occurred.
"Huala, ah!~~"
"Ah ~~, not good!"
The Xiongnu cavalrymen who were charging forward suddenly fell over, and a change occurred.
Before the Xiongnu cavalrymen at the front could figure out what had happened, they instantly fell off their horses and fell headfirst to the ground. It was a very miserable sight.
Modo was caught in the middle, and the mount under him fell down. Modo clamped the horse's abdomen tightly, and with his powerful strength, he managed to control his falling center of gravity. Fortunately, his reaction was fast, and he was not thrown out immediately.
Even so, he couldn't stand firm after landing. He rolled a few meters before stopping. Her proud whip hairstyle had already turned into a drenched chicken, covered in dust.
He turned around and saw a huge pit behind him. It was about three meters wide and covered with dry grass.
His beloved warhorse had fallen into a pit. A sharp wooden spike had pierced through its abdomen. It was moaning in a low voice. It was afraid that it would not live long.
Immediately after, the cries of Xiongnu cavalrymen and the neighs of war horses sounded again. More Xiongnu cavalrymen fell into the trap and went to die in rows.
These Xiongnu people were not as skilled as Mo Duo. The sharp antlers pierced through their bodies at the first moment. They shouted half-dead in the pit. Before they could react, another Xiongnu soldier fell on their heads and directly hit them with candied haws. The two of them were dead.
Modo's eyes were about to split open. He raised his right arm and roared,"Everyone, stop. Don't move. Go north. Quick, quick, don't panic."
"Despicable barbarians and dogs, how dare you set a trap? I won't forgive you!”
Modo's eyes were about to spew fire. He tightened his grip on the gold-and-black-edged big bone saber and let out a long, mournful howl,""Brave warriors of the White Tiger Race, take out your scimitars and use your valor to show these despicable barbarians and dogs what a true warrior is!”
"Revenge for our dead brothers! Don't let a single one of them off!”
Modo shouted and waved his saber. He rushed up the mountain on foot and gave up on the cavalrymen's attack. This gave the barbarians a chance. After all, walking was definitely not as fast as cavalrymen.
"Release the arrows! Quickly release the arrows!"
"Shoot these Xiongnu dogs to death!"
On the ridge, a young barbarian headman gave the order. Arrows immediately rained down from the ridge. The cries of the Xiongnu continued to ring out in the valley. The Xiongnu cavalrymen on the mountainside fell like wheat being harvested. Even a brave man like Modo could not raise his head under the dense rain of arrows.
The Xiongnu didn't pay much attention to defense, and the powerful arrow rain easily took the lives of the Xiongnu soldiers. In just a few minutes, more than a thousand Xiongnu soldiers had died.
The people at the back were pressed down below and could not move. If it was not for Modo leading the charge, the people at the back would have lost the desire to charge.
The battle continued. Modo was unwilling to give up. He led the charge and continued to resist the rain of arrows. In less than ten meters, he would be able to get close to the faces of these damn barbarians. As long as he got close, the long saber in my hand would definitely be able to cut off his hateful head.
Who would have thought that these barbarians would make a move later? After they stopped shooting arrows, someone shouted,
"Quick, one two, one two,
Pushing,
Hurry,
One two, one two,"
"Good,"
Rumble!
Rumble!
A powerful tremor suddenly sounded. A two-meter-tall huge rock appeared in front of him and slowly rolled down.
After a few meters, he suddenly accelerated. Mordo was shocked and his expression changed.
"Not good, it's an ambush. Quick, retreat, retreat.”
However, the huge rock had already formed an impact force and began to roll violently.
Screams were everywhere.
How could a mere flesh body compare to a hard object? This round of killing was extremely great.
At least half of Modo's people had died.
Fortunately, Modo reacted quickly. His face happened to be pressed against the boulder, but he was also grazed. He grimaced in pain.
His subordinates did not react so quickly and were crushed into meat patties by the giant rock head.
"Hahaha!"
The barbarians laughed arrogantly on the ridge. Soon, after a few rounds of arrows, thousands of barbarian cavalrymen rushed down from the ridge and rushed into the Xiongnu formation.
The barbarians have seen the arrival of victory
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
Intense shouts rose into the sky.
"Die!"
A barbarian cavalryman galloped on his horse and slashed down with his broadsword, cutting off the left arm of a Xiongnu cavalryman. At this moment, the barbarians were full of killing intent.
"Ahhh
The Xiongnu cavalrymen screamed miserably. The scimitars in their hands danced wildly, and then they stabbed into the chest of the barbarian cavalrymen, dying together with them.
Similar scenes kept happening on the battlefield.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In the crowd, Mordona was waving his black and gold long saber crazily like a mad tiger. As long as the barbarian cavalrymen were touched, their chests would be sliced open or their necks would be broken. As expected of a famous Xiongnu warrior. Even though he had just experienced a blow, he was still so brave.
However, this group of barbarians seemed to be endless. After killing a batch, another batch would surge up.
No matter how powerful he was, he couldn't resist this human wave tactic. At this moment, he felt his arms ache and panted heavily. His feet even took a few steps back.
At this moment, a barbarian cavalryman felt that he had an opportunity. The scimitar in his hand was like a poisonous snake as he approached and slashed at Modo's neck. However, Modo retaliated and chopped off his head.
The battle continued. The more it was like this, the more the barbarians charged forward. He didn't give Mo any chance to rest.
At this moment, Modo felt more and more powerless. His body was also injured. The long saber in the hands of the despicable barbarians began to become heavy. His breathing began to pant and he became powerless.
Gradually, he felt his vision begin to blur. In the haziness, Modo saw his own people fall one by one like wheat being harvested. There were fewer and fewer people, and more and more barbarians.
The Xiongnu warriors were as brave as anyone else, but these despicable barbarians had set up traps to wait for fatigue. On the other hand, the Xiongnu warriors had gone through a long journey and were exhausted. They were also ambushed, and more than half of them were killed or injured. They lost the will to fight.
Just when Modo was at his weakest, a tall man appeared from the Barbarian Tribe's formation and walked over with a mocking expression.
The killing intent in his eyes grew stronger and stronger. Was this the famous Modo of the grasslands, the 20-year-old Modo who became the tribal leader?
Back then, he was just an unremarkable figure, while Mo Duo had already become famous in the grasslands ten years ago. Under Mo Duo's leadership, the White Tiger Tribe had developed quite well in recent years.
When he thought that such a person would die in his hands, a hint of madness appeared on the young barbarian's face. As long as I kill him, I'll be able to gain the favor of the Great Qin Young Master and become rich and powerful in the future.
Therefore!
"Modo, give up. Look at how many people are left by your side.”
Modo bit his tongue hard and raised his spirits. He waved the long saber in his hand fiercely and said sternly,"A small fry like you wants to kill me! Dream on! I'll kill you like killing an ant. Let's see who dies.”
"Kill!"
The young barbarian didn't indulge him. With a loud shout, he urged his horse forward. The heavy axe swept through the air and swept fiercely towards Modo's chest. The air buzzed!
Under the inertia of the charging horse, the huge axe that weighed about 100 jin hacked down at Modo, who was still standing at the same spot.
The force was not small and the speed was extremely fast, not giving Mo much time to react.
An ominous glint flashed in Modo's eyes. He raised his heavy black gold saber and did not back down. He stomped his foot and smashed it at the huge axe that was whistling towards him.
"Clang!"
An intense metal clashing sound suddenly rang out. The young barbarian leader felt a sharp pain on his tiger head, and the giant axe in his hand couldn't help but deviate from its direction.
How was this possible?
Who would have thought that not only did Modo resist, but he also gained points.
Modo suppressed the blood in his mouth and planned to continue attacking.
At this moment, Mordo's right hand suddenly raised again, and the heavy black gold long blade was already whistling towards him.
The young barbarian headman was stunned for a moment. It was a little rushed. He could not react in time and barely turned half his body. He dodged the dangerous attack.
He was immediately forced off his horse. He did not dare to be careless with Modo in front of him. He did have some tricks up his sleeve.
Seeing the barbarian leader being forced off his horse, Mo Duo laughed out loud.
"With this method, in the past, I could have let you see the Shaman with one slash. You killed my clansmen and injured my brothers.”
The next second. He had already made his move. With a high jump, he used the force of the sky to suppress it.
The barbarian leader was a little afraid. He raised his head and didn't expect Mo Duo's saber to be so sharp.
The black and gold long blade had already slashed at his left shoulder and chest.
"Kacha!"
A crisp sound of bones breaking rang out. Modo's blade had cut open half of the barbarian headman's chest. Blood spurted out and flew out.
His head tilted, and he was no longer alive.
The young barbarian headman's eyes widened as he stared at his shattered body. His eyes were filled with disbelief!
He had just been chosen as the leader of the barbarians. How could he be so weak?
And now…it ended just like that?
There were also those women he had captured, and he hadn't had the chance to enjoy them properly…There was also countless gold and silver that he had just obtained.
"No!"
The human-headed barbarian felt his life force fading rapidly. Although he was unwilling, he had no choice.
In the end, he fell to the ground with a whimper.
"Hehe ~~"
Modo laughed sinisterly. Suddenly, a salty taste surged up his throat. His face turned pale and he spat out a mouthful of hot blood. He clutched his chest and knelt down.
The movements just now were too intense. Not only did they consume what little physical strength he had left, but the new and old injuries on his body seemed to have started to act up. The intense battle just now had obtained a moment of rest.
However, the barbarians would not let him go just like that. At this moment, Modo was already unable to resist. He had already used all his strength in the battle just now. If it was not for the fact that he was unwilling to admit defeat and held on for a while, he would have died long ago.
However, at this moment, the endless number of barbarian soldiers surged forward again.
Before Modo could catch his breath, he could only stand up slowly and continue to resist with his long saber.
After blocking one slash, there was still another slash behind. Then, he counterattacked and slashed at nothing. His eyes, limbs, and hands no longer listened to his commands. There were countless enemies in front of him, and his eyes began to bleed.
"Am I going to die like this? I can't accept this, I can't accept this."
At this moment, the three barbarian soldiers picked up the spears in their hands and pulled them out. Modo could no longer resist. He knelt down with his head raised and slowly fell down.
Just as he fell, he seemed to hear a low and loud horn sound from afar.
It was definitely not the horn of the grassland tribe, nor could it be his reinforcements. Listening carefully, it was very familiar.
That sounded like…Great Qin's horn!
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