Immediately, two armored Tartars followed Hun Gudu.
The three of them walked through the crowd of Tartars and quickly headed towards where the Wuhuan woman was.
"Huan Naxue! Surrender obediently. Our captain will bring you to King Zhelan. As long as you become the king's wife, your people will no longer have to eat sand in this Gobi Desert!"
Hun Gudu rushed forward with great momentum and shouted at Huan Naxue.
Beji Huannaxue of Wuhuan swung his sword vigorously, forcing back an armored Tartar. He pointed his sword at Hun Gudu and asked coldly, "Who is your captain?"
"His name is well-known in the grasslands south of the Daqing Mountains. Lord Timur, have you heard of it?" Hun Gudu looked frivolous.
"Timur? The mad dog who wants to kill us all?"
Huan Naxue's eyes were blazing with fire, "I'm going to kill you, my running dog, first, and then I'll settle the score with him!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a sword stabbed towards Hun Gudu, who lightly blocked it with his knife and deflected Huan Naxue's sword.
The difference in martial arts skills between the two men was immediately apparent.
"You don't know your own limitations!"
Hun Gudu's playful expression suddenly changed, and the scimitar in his hand attacked like a storm.
Huan Naxue was forced to retreat again and again. The tribesmen around her rushed to help, but were caught by the two armored Tartars who were with Hun Gudu.
Hun Gudu is now very clear that as long as the princess of the Wuhuan tribe is captured, her people will be cautious and even obey him.
After subduing the Wuhuan people who can survive in the Gobi Desert, wouldn't it be easy to capture Zhao Muyun?
Hun Gudu's attack accelerated, and Huan Naxue found it even more difficult to resist.
Uncle Kui rushed over and wanted to help, but was stopped by the Tartars who rushed over.
ah!
Huan Naxue cried out softly as Hun Gudu swung his sword and hit her hard. The sword almost slipped out of her hand, and her arm was already numb from the shock.
Hun Gu let out a lewd laugh and reached out to grab Huan Naxue's towering breasts.
At this moment, the panicked shouts of his Tartar men came from behind: "Master Baichang, they are back again!"
There was even more commotion behind the Tartars, and several Tartars were screaming in agony.
Who's back again?
Hun Gu heard the sound, and the dog's claws grabbing his chest paused for a moment. He turned his head and glanced back.
Sudden!
An intense chill struck him like lightning.
not good!
Hun Gudu immediately realized that the crisis was coming, and he hurried to avoid it.
However, an arrow was already close at hand and accurately shot into the back of his neck, and then the bloody arrowhead emerged from his neck.
Hun Gudu's body felt as if it had been electrocuted. His eyes were red like a devil, and he made a grunting sound from his mouth. He swung the scimitar in his hand madly and slashed at Huan Naxue.
"Be careful, Beggie!"
Seeing this, Uncle Kui rushed over and pushed Huan Naxue away.
Phew!
Uncle Kui was stabbed in the back by Hun Gudu, his skin was torn and blood splattered everywhere.
"Uncle Kui!"
Huan Naxue almost bit her teeth off. She quickly picked up the sword on the ground and rushed towards Hun Gudu with a roar.
Blood foam kept coming out of Hun Gudu's mouth and he was waving his scimitar in a disorderly manner.
He had just taken a few steps, before Huan Naxue could stab him, he stumbled and fell to the ground, paying tribute to his brother Hun Gudu with the same death.
Only then did Huan Naxue see the arrow on Hun Gudu's neck!
What precise archery!
She immediately looked in the direction from which the arrow came, and was extremely surprised to find that on a large rock not far away, a figure as tall as a pine tree was standing proudly.
He held the bow in one hand and took arrows from the quiver at his waist with the other.
The domineering aura that looked down upon the entire venue made people feel an oppressive feeling like a mountain.
It was he who just shot Hun Gu Du to death with one arrow and rescued Huan Naxue.
Huan Naxue's heart warmed up, and she waved to Zhao Mu without caring whether the other party saw it or not. Then she shouted and rushed into the Tartars with her sword.
After Zhao Muyun and others drove away the Tartars who were pushing the stones, they used the stones as cover and shot arrows at the Tartars from behind.
After shooting down a few Tartars, Zhao Muyun stood on a rock and observed the whole scene.
Hun Gudu's conspicuous bronze armor immediately attracted his attention.
Catch the leader first!
Zhao Muyun just happened to see Hun Gudu stretching out his evil hand towards Huan Naxue. Without hesitation, he aimed at the back of Hun Gudu's neck and shot.
The conditions for long-range shooting are much better now than last time in Black Camel Mountain.
The distance is only a hundred steps, and the passage is less affected by the wind. The compound bow in his hand has been improved for the second time and is very powerful.
Therefore, with one arrow, he accurately hit the bronze-armored Tartar.
With the death of their leader, the group was leaderless, and the morale of the remaining sixty or seventy Tartars suddenly dropped.
Although they were very powerful, they were trapped from both sides and outnumbered by the enemy, so they had no choice but to fight to the bitter end.
After resisting for half an hour, they were all killed, and the Wuhuan people paid the price of more than one hundred people.
On Zhao Muyun's side, because of the huge rock, they were blocking the road. Even if the Tartars dismounted and wanted to rush over, only two people could pass at a time.
Therefore, Zhao Muyun, Han Zhong and six others stood guard here firmly and did not let a single Tartar pass alive.
Peace returned to the narrow passage.
The remaining Wuhuan people rushed forward, gritting their teeth and finishing off the dead Tatars, taking away the surviving war horses, stripping off their armor, iron armor and boots, and taking away their bows and arrows and scimitars.
In a short while, these nearly one hundred Tartars became naked corpses. The Wuhuan people stripped the Tartars of everything, leaving only a tiny piece of cloth to cover their crotches.
“We won!”
Han Zhong and others were extremely excited.
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