"Therefore, we all head north and arrive at the foot of Daqing Mountain first to wait for them!"
The five armored Tartars straightened their bodies and shouted, "As you command, Lord Centurion!"
It turned out that this bronze-armored Tartar was none other than the Tartar centurion Hun Gudu, who had come from Canglang Lake on the orders of the centurion Timur to ambush Zhao Muyun and his party, vowing to avenge his elder brother who was shot dead by Zhao Muyun with an arrow at Black Camel Mountain.
He led his own 100 cavalrymen, each riding two horses, and traveled at night.
Just yesterday morning, they met a group of distraught and shivering women and children on the road.
Upon inquiry, they learned that a group of Dayin people had attacked their tribe, killed all the elderly and young men in the tribe, burned their tents, and left them homeless.
The women asked them pitifully for food.
Hun Gu was extremely angry, and the Tartars under his command were also screaming in anger.
Needless to say, this group of Dayin people are most likely Zhao Muyun and his group.
Hun Gudu asked his subordinates to distribute some food to this group of people, and asked many details about Zhao Muyun and his group. He asked them to seek accommodation at Canglang Lake, and then marched hurriedly.
If they hadn't had something important to do, they would have taken these women for themselves.
However, they met several groups of wandering women along the way, and all of them were attacked and driven away by Zhao Muyun and his men.
Hun Gu didn't care about these women anymore and ordered his men to advance at full speed. Finally, they met Tang Yanhai today.
"This Dayin man who shot my eldest brother to death killed so many of our elderly and children, burned so many of our tents, looted our horses, and left our women without fathers and children!"
"We must capture him and bring him before the Captain and King Zhelan for trial!"
"Chase!"
Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves was like thunder, and one hundred Tatar cavalrymen rumbled towards the foot of the Daqing Mountain in the north.
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Right now!
In the northern part of Shuozhou, there is Jingbian Military Town.
The sky was overcast and the atmosphere was very depressing.
Thousands of Northern Di Tartars lined up motionless in the valley.
Five hundred leather-armored Tartars swarmed to the city wall of Jingbian Military Town like ants.
"Fuck it, hold on, cum back to me!"
Zhong Dahu raised a big knife and roared at his men on the wall.
"Captain, we have used up all our arrows and we can't hold on any longer!" The deputy, covered in blood, shouted with a bitter face.
"Lao Luo, hold on a little longer. Lord Yang said we should hold on a little longer!"
"But there are more than 200 of us, and we've held out for two hours! A hundred of our brothers have already died here!"
"What? Half of them are dead?"
Zhong Dahu widened his eyes and looked towards Wuzhou City behind the city wall.
Then, there was no one in sight over there.
"Master Yang, when will you come?"
The light in Zhong Dahu's eyes gradually dimmed.
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