I’m The King

The so-called camp is actually a small ravine, some pits are dug out, and then a shack is built on it. This kind of terrain can be sheltered from the wind in winter. For these refugees who lack food and clothing, This kind of terrain is the best place to escape the winter cold, but this kind of terrain also has a fatal flaw. It is not easy to defend. Once it is blocked by people, it becomes a turtle of Wengzhong, and there is no place to run.

Mu Gulu is now in such a dilemma. In Hetao, when Yan Qi led the palace guards to leave them to escape, his beliefs completely collapsed at that moment. The living dead generally lie on the battlefield, just wanting to be quiet. He was waiting for death, but his life was really big. On the chaotic battlefield, he was missing, and finally became a prisoner of the Eastern Army. When his identity was exposed, he was immediately taken away by Ning Xin. Ti slipped past the prison camp,

A period of both hard and soft, coercive and temptation, restored the vitality of the wood bones, filled with the desire for life and the ambition to restore the Rouran tribe, he agreed to Ning Xin's terms.

Among the captured Donghu people, Ning Xin tried her best to find dozens of warriors from the original Rouran tribe. These people became the original team of Mu Gulu. After re-arming them, Ning Xin sent people to They were sent to this fertile plain between the white mountains and the black water. There was no place for them to stand. Only this place abandoned by the Donghu people could become a place for them to settle down again.

Mu Gulu, who returned to this area, relied on the team of dozens of people, and in a short period of time, he laid a site and gathered a group of two to three hundred people, and took root here, but immediately. They were spotted by another large group of refugees here, in order to fight for control of this area, this evening. There was a duel of life and death.

Mu Gulu's luck is very bad, he was found out by his opponent the location of the old nest.

Looking at each other's team of hundreds. Mu Gulu was a little desperate. Although he currently has nearly three hundred people under his command, there are not one hundred who are truly capable of fighting. The rest are old and old, small and small, and there are dozens of women. And this time, the refugees who struck, the team of nearly 400 people, were all men. Although most of them are hungry and skinny. But compared to Mu Gulu's team, it was still too strong.

Mu Gulu’s only advantage is that among his soldiers of less than a hundred men, there are dozens of soldiers who have received formal training, and their weapons are much better than those of the opponent. They have nearly fifty broadswords and twenty sets. Bows and arrows, and hundreds of spears. Although the number of opponents is several times that of him, there are only nearly a hundred people who really have weapons. More people hold only some sharpened wooden sticks in their hands.

A day of fighting. The other party did not take his camp, but left dozens of corpses, but he himself killed and injured nearly 20 people. In this place, being injured means death. The arrows have been shot, and the opponent has filled the trenches in front of the camp. He is now. Can only guard by the fence, watching the enemies not far away start to regroup. Mu Gulu's mouth is a bit bitter, this night. He knew that he could not survive. In the opposing team, there were dozens of people wearing leather armor and holding big swords. Obviously, they were the core force of this team. In a day of fierce battle, this team has not They have been in combat, and now, they have begun to move here, and on their side, the soldiers have been fighting for a whole day, and they are almost exhausted. When the enemy’s new force launches an offensive, they will again There is no strength to stop the opponent.

He looked back at the center of the camp. The old and weak women and children gathered together squattingly and shook his head with a bitter smile. He would no longer be able to protect them. When they died in battle, these old and weak women and children might become the opposite. The food in the belly of these gangsters.

The rest of the people gathered around him.

"Young patriarch, I can't hold the camp anymore. After a while, we will protect the young patriarch and rush out. We still have fifty people. We will definitely be able to protect the young patriarch from rushing out and come to them for revenge in the future." A big man said to Shang. The **** knife walked to Mu Gulu's side and whispered.

"It can only be so." Mu Gulu sighed. The first battle when he came to this place would end in failure. "Bazar, one day, Lao Tzu will take your skin to make a war drum." He stared at the grassy man with long hair in the middle of the enemies in the distance, and said bitterly.

Farther away, Niu Teng was lying on the ground, looking at the battlefield. The scene in the field made him a little relieved. Although there were many people, it was indeed a mob of mobs, capable of fighting, and at most it was that. There are dozens of people wearing leather armor, these people must be the core force of this stream of refugees. If they are resolved, the battle will be over.

"I wipe it, this is a **** group of savages!" By his side, Huang Shan twisted and crawled over from the ground like a snake, staring at the battlefield not far away. Among the more than 400 people, there are many companies. There was no piece of clothing, but only some branches and leaves were wrapped around his waist, barely covering his ugliness, and even if he had clothes on his body, it was still in tatters and invisible.

"Don't underestimate them, these people are desperadoes, you must kill the leader in the first place, so that they will have no leader." Niu Teng whispered.

"I'll wipe it, it's a group of dragons. This is a group of earthworms. Give this guy to me." Huang Shan licked his mouth, his eyes lighted up.

"They are about to start the offensive. This time it is still the refugees in front, and the bandit leader brought these elites in the back. It seems that they are going to break through the camp during this attack, and wait until their offensive begins. , We went up and hugged their ass." Niu Teng said. "The first wave of all riding crossbows will cause a large number of casualties to the opponents in the first place, and kill this group of leather armored people. Otherwise, it will be troublesome to get the chaotic people entangled. These people are desperadoes. It’s very troublesome to fight back without killing their heads in one fell swoop."

"understood!"

In the chaos, hundreds of chaotic people roared wildly, brandishing their rudimentary weapons, and rushing towards the fragile fence. Behind them, dozens of leather armor elites brandished knives and followed them. It was just a group of refugees and gangsters. When they attacked across the board, even a reserve team and a guard did not shed. When they rushed toward the fence like a tide, Niu Teng was behind them with twenty The rest of the special service team cats down and rushed up like a ghost.

The soft-bottomed deer stepped on the ground with a very soft voice. In this killing field with loud shouts, it was almost negligible. What they never expected was that in this area, there are people who dare Conspired against them, and there are only twenty people.

Bazar is at the end. As the leader of this group of people, he is more life-saving than others. He has worked hard in this area for more than ten years, and finally has today's scale. The team of hundreds of people is not in this area. The biggest one is enough to keep him safe, and as a leader, he can naturally enjoy a life that people here can't even think of. So he always charges behind. As a gangster, although it has been years since he no longer rushed to fight shirtlessly, he still retains a little bit of intuition.

He felt a chill in his back.

He turned his head unconsciously, but the sight that he saw made him stunned. A group of people had touched a few dozen steps behind him. With the light of the torch, he could tell at a glance that these people were definitely not in this mountain. People here, because they are uniformly dressed, all of them are burly, fat and strong. People here, except for leaders like him, it is difficult to find people of this body shape. People here have the biggest similarity. It's skinny.

"There is an enemy behind!" he roared loudly.

He only yelled this short sentence, but the people who touched it suddenly accelerated. They only sprinted and approached them.Then, these people fanned out, holding the Bazar in their hands that had never been seen. A kind of weapon I've been to, the chick sound is accompanied by a black light rushing toward my face.

Bazar only felt cold in his chest, he lowered his head in amazement, and saw several dark short feathers stuck in his chest.The only iron armor in his team worn on him did not protect him in the slightest.

He felt the power flow quickly from his body, and a trace of coolness quickly spread from his chest to the limbs. Around his body, the screams sounded almost at the same time. His biggest reliance was dozens of people wearing leather. The big man in A was almost half-fallen by a blow from his opponent.

He let out a earth-shattering howl, his body fell back to the sky, and fell heavily to the ground.His eyes were wide open.He did not stare at him. It was just a fire and an unpowerful stream of refugees. Why did he cause such a thing? Criticize the god. Huang Shan walked to this leader who was different from an adult at first glance, squatted down, looked at these wide-open eyes, and snorted coldly, "Boy, you are out of luck, look at us. If you start, then you can only send you to the west.'' With a wave of the dagger in his hand, he cut open the opponent's throat.

Twenty-odd special service team members swept over like the wind, and the broad knife in their hands flashed with cold light, accompanied by a miserable howling, these guys who seemed to be extremely elite in the eyes of Mu Gulu, in the hands of the special service team members, there was almost no one. The enemy of the union, in a blink of an eye, dozens of leather armors were swept away.

Already preparing to break through and abandon the old and weak women and children in this camp, the wood bones were pleasantly surprised to see that this kind of rescuer like a sacred soldier killed the Bazar and the group cleanly, listening to ride a crossbow. With the familiar howling, he knew who was coming.

"Surrender and don't kill!" He waved the machete in his hand and rushed to the other refugees who were panicked.

"Abandon the weapon, squat down, hold your head!" Dozens of Rouran tribe soldiers rushed out, howling loudly, and came to life from desperate situation, so that their morale was greatly boosted, and the exhaustion of a fierce battle at this moment, has been Without a trace. (to be continued)

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