While Yaoying was reading the letter, Mobido looked around and silently estimated the number of people in the Ale tribe.

Alesamobiduo glanced at him, and the corner of his mouth curled up. "Boy, I recognize you. Don't think that my people are not as many as yours. My brothers all crawled out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood. One of them can be used by five people. The old chief of Wujili also suffered at my hands. You are his son, so just call me uncle."

Mobiduo said calmly, "I have long heard of Chief Ale's great name."

Ale stroked his beard and laughed. His teeth were so sharp that they could easily bite through a person's throat. "Don't you want to regain the glory for your father? Let's have a competition."

Mobido frowned, holding the hilt of the knife tightly in his right hand. There was no smile in his light brown eyes. He said, "I am my father's son and the future chief of the tribe. The war is coming. As the commander, I cannot accept the chief's challenge. After the war, I will ask the chief for advice."

Ale raised his eyebrows, glanced at him, and smiled sarcastically: "Better than your father."

Mobito had a blank expression on his face, and the scar on his cheek looked even more hideous.

During the confrontation, Yao Ying finished reading the letter and asked Ale, "How many people did the chief bring?"

Ale looked at Mobito sideways.

Mobito drove his horse away.

Ale rode his horse closer to Yao Ying. He was not strong, but short and thin, as thin as a sharp knife. But when he drew his sword and killed on horseback, no one dared to underestimate him.

"I brought as many people as the princess asked me to bring. Although I don't distinguish between good and bad things and only care about money, I will never break a promise once it is made and a deposit is received."

Yao Ying said sincerely: "Thank you for your hard work, Chief."

She had sought out Ale in the first place because she knew that he was a man of his word, and it was not difficult for him to make a promise - others might risk their lives for their beliefs, but he was willing to risk his life for gold and jade, and he would do his job once he received the money, and he would never wait and see what the situation was like, or waver.

Ale picked his teeth with a dagger and said, "Working for money is not worth the hard work. But let me be frank. I only work for the princess. The people in the royal court can't order me around. The war between them and the Northern Rong has nothing to do with me. No matter which side wins, the princess has to give me a few boxes of gold and the spicy wine that your caravan sells."

Yao Ying nodded: "That's right. Regardless of whether the royal court wins or loses, the chief can get everything I promised."

Ale curled his lips and said, "What if I die?"

Yao Ying said meaningfully: "If the chief dies, the gold will be sent to the chief's people."

Aler curled his lips and snorted.

If the Beirong people were wolves, he and his men were a group of ruthless vultures. They roamed everywhere, and as long as someone hired them, they would chop anyone with their machetes, even if the other person was an old, weak, woman or child who had no power to resist.

Over the years, they have incurred many blood feuds, and many tribes have wanted to skin them, eat their flesh, and drink their blood. However, every member of the Ale tribe is a warrior, coming and going like the wind, and has no weaknesses. Small tribes dare not offend them, and large tribes do not want to start a war. They are free and easy, and are willing to sacrifice their souls for gold and silver coins.

Until one day, Princess Wen Zhao sent a letter and a box.

The letter showed the locations of all the secret camps of the Ale tribe - the Ale tribe was not as indestructible as rumored, they also had their own families and children, and there was a camp specifically for the injured brothers. For fear of implicating their families, the Ale tribe had been carefully keeping this secret.

Inside the box was a large box full of silver coins.

Faced with threats on one side and temptations on the other, Alebu had no choice but to accept the box of silver coins.

Ale once seriously discussed with his subordinates whether to kill Princess Wen Zhao, who held the evidence against them, at the cost of exposing the weakness of the Ale tribe. From then on, the Ale tribe would be hunted down by the enemy until the day when they were completely wiped out.

The subordinates strongly opposed it. They would rather die in the course of their mission than to implicate their families.

Ale was hesitant for a while because he was afraid of the consequences. However, after meeting Princess Wen Zhao in person and learning that she was protected by Buddhists, he gave up the idea.

Rather than destroying everything, it is better to make more money from Princess Wen Zhao.

When Princess Wen Zhao ran out of money one day, he would decide whether to kill her - if she was driven out of the royal court.

…

Yao Ying knew very well that the Ale tribe could be a knife in her hand, but also a weapon for others, and she could not trust them completely. She discussed with him for a while and decided on a way to convey urgent messages and receive her. During this time, she kept her mouth shut and did not reveal the royal court's deployment plan.

Mobido, who was listening at the side, couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth. The way she talked to A'er was like a shrewd and ruthless businessman.

After making a plan, the two left Baiquan. Yaoying's two personal soldiers tore off their clothes and stayed behind.

Mobhido asked, "Why don't they return to the camp?"

Yao Ying replied: "If Ale behaves abnormally, they can report it immediately."

This time Mobito actually laughed out loud.

After walking for a few miles, the wind was blowing and the sound of a horn was suddenly heard not far away. Mobido rode his horse to the front of the team, calmly made a few gestures, and rode forward. The others retreated, and several soldiers went forward as scouts to check the situation.

The group climbed up the hill, and the soldier came back to report: "The scouts at the front post have spotted a group of Beirong light cavalry, about fifty or sixty people, and they are heading in our direction. Prince, should we shake them off or fight them?"

"Are you sure there are only fifty or sixty people?"

"There are only so many of them. If it was a team of several hundred people, they would have been discovered long ago!"

Mo Biduo glanced at Yao Ying with a hesitant look.

Yao Ying took off her veil and asked, "Prince, do you want to fight?"

Mo Biduo nodded: "No one knows why this light cavalry appeared here. It may be dangerous to get rid of them. It is better to save horse power and fight directly. The chance of victory is greater. My people are several times more than theirs, so I am sure. The regent ordered the camps to form a blockade to strangle all the lone Northern Rong scouts. There are enough troops in the west, south and north, but the east has not yet deployed troops. If we let these dozens of Northern Rong light cavalry go, they may escape the encirclement."

Yao Ying immediately said, "Then Prince, don't worry about me, just fight me."

"If I underestimated the enemy, Princess, lead your men to retreat immediately and don't worry about me." Mo Biduo clasped his fists towards Yao Ying, turned his horse around, and drew his long sword, "My men, prepare to fight!"

The soldiers drew their swords in response. With Mobhido as the center, more than 200 cavalrymen spread out to both sides like a slowly unfolding folding fan. Several fast horses rushed out from both wings like arrows from a bow. Mobhido held a curved sword in his hand and drove his horse forward. The whole formation was like a curved bow with full force, the bowstring was taut, and the arrows were ready to be shot.

Under the protection of other personal soldiers, Yao Ying retreated to the gentle slope of the hill and looked into the distance at the horizon.

They hid behind the hills, invisible to those coming from the west, but they could see each other clearly.

The Beirong light cavalry was indeed very fast. The sound of the horn was still echoing in the air. In the distance, the yellow sand was rolling and the dust was raised several feet high. Dozens of cavalrymen emerged from the dust and ran towards them.

Mopido signaled his guards to wave the flags: "Form a formation!"

The soldiers reacted quickly and moved forward quietly.

Mobido looked at the Beirong light cavalry that was getting closer and closer, with beads of sweat on his forehead, but his hands always held the curved sword firmly.

The soldiers waited for his orders.

Mobhido raised his hand, and the soldier was about to shoot an arrow when he suddenly shouted, "Wait!"

There were deafening shouts and cries of pain coming from the front, but the shouts did not come from them, but from the Beirong light cavalry - they were killing each other, and the light cavalry at the back were chasing the cavalry in front. Both sides were wearing the same uniforms, but they were fighting each other and galloping all the way.

"What's going on? Are the Northern Rong people fighting among themselves?"

Mobito frowned.

"Where are you going?!"

"We can't leave now. Let's fight these Beirong dogs! We will all die together!"

"The letter must be sent out!"

Yao Ying, who was on the sand dune, heard the roar coming from the wind and was shocked: "Prince, it's Han people! Those who were being hunted are Han people!"

The messenger brought her words to Mobido, who frowned and looked closely at the Northern Rong cavalrymen who were fighting together. All of them were wearing the same armor, and he could not tell who was Han and who was Northern Rong.

"Save those people. The people the Beirong are hunting down may be useful to us."

He said.

Everyone should do so.

Seeing that those men were surrounded by the Northern Rong cavalry, Mobito no longer hesitated, and rushed out from behind the hill and gave up the battle formation.

"Follow me and kill!"

The soldiers shouted and followed him. Two hundred men suddenly rushed out, like a divine army descending from the sky. The Beirong light cavalry under the sand dunes were horrified, but did not retreat. Instead, they killed the few Han people who were still alive more frantically. They seemed to know that they had no way out and were determined to kill the Han people no matter the cost.

The long sword chopped down, and the Han people fell to the ground one after another.

The personal guards escorted Yao Ying to a higher and safer place. She looked back from time to time and suddenly felt her heart beating irregularly.

The strong wind blew up the dust, and the words the Han people who were being chased just shouted were clearly the official language of the Wei Dynasty.

Yao Ying's hands began to tremble, and she turned her horse around.

"Hold the flag! Go help, tell them to run this way!"

Four of the personal guards responded, holding up the banner and galloping down on horseback.

At the foot of the mountain, the Han people who were being hunted were also shocked to see Mo Biduo rushing out. One of them saw the moving flags on the hill and an expression of unbelievable ecstasy appeared on his face.

"Princess Wen Zhao!"

"Run that way!"

Several people wanted to break out of the encirclement, but the elite cavalry of the Northern Rong would rather give up and escape and keep chasing them. The soldiers of Mobido could not recognize them and were somewhat restrained.

They rushed left and right, trying to break through again and again.

Yao Ying followed her personal guards down the hillside, her heart beating faster and faster, and her palms were covered with sweat.

The personal soldiers ran in front with flags raised, shouting in dialect over and over again, guiding the Han people in the direction of escape.

A hail of arrows followed, and a black horse was the first to break out of the encirclement of the Northern Rong cavalry, brushing past Mobido and galloping towards the direction of the flag.

Yaoying was deeply saddened and stepped forward.

Soldiers were fighting with swords around her, and a black horse was galloping towards her. The man on the horse was not wearing armor, but a narrow-sleeved leather jacket like ordinary herdsmen, and had a pair of golden hammers in his hands.

Yao Yinghun's body stiffened.

For a moment, she thought she was dreaming again.

But the roars and shouts of killing around me were so clear, the war horses were neighing, blood and flesh were flying, swords were clashing, arrows were flying like heavy rain, horses' hooves were trampling over the sand dunes, and the yellow sand was like a rolling cloud covering the ground.

The scene in her dream really reappeared. The great ecstasy was replaced by fear in an instant. She felt cold all over and galloped towards him on her horse, her horse running at full speed.

"Brother——"

The man seemed to be able to hear her cry. His narrow, long, phoenix eyes stared at her without blinking, as if he was afraid that she would disappear. He spurred his horse and galloped towards her, stretching out his hand.

The sound of horse hooves seemed to resonate in Yao Ying's heart.

Don't be so reckless, don't be like in your dream!

"careful!"

The black horse was as fast as lightning and it was close in the blink of an eye. Suddenly, the black horse stepped on a hole, and after a sharp neigh, its front hooves stumbled, throwing the man on its back out.

The man rolled on the ground several times, his helmet fell to the ground, and he stood up staggeringly, his black hair disheveled, his face splattered with blood, and his eyes were as red as blood.

Yao Ying reined in her horse, jumped off, and stumbled towards him, her eyes blurred with tears.

There was no long knife suddenly stabbing at him from the side, he was not stabbed, no blood was gushing out, he stood in front of her in good condition, as tall as before...

Yao Ying was ecstatic. At that moment, the three years of separation, fear, worry and pain all disappeared in an instant. She could not think of anything. She opened her arms, threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly.

"Brother!"

The man shook a few times, then looked down at her, his narrow phoenix eyes staring at her without blinking. His lips moved, but his voice was drowned out by the deafening shouts and screams.

Her name is Li Zhongqian.

He should correct her.

But she rushed towards him like this, eagerly, ecstatically, hugging him tightly with attachment, tears in her eyes, as if he was the most important person in the world to her...

He closed his eyes and raised his arms to hug Yaoying.

A Yue, I found you.

The author has something to say: I updated too late last night, sorry, I will update it again