Several Northern Barbarian tribes passed along the way.

The white flock is particularly conspicuous on the withered grassland.

But Zhang Chu just glanced at him from a distance and ordered the troops to detour and not to disturb the Northern Barbarian tribes in the distance.

There are too many Northern Barbarians.

There are endless kills.

The purpose of his trip was only Wushi.

I don't want to create extrapolation.

But he stopped the battle and calmed down.

The Northern Barbarians who passed by along the way did not think so.

He has only entered the grassland for more than 300 miles.

Behind their butts, some sneaky Northern Barbarian herdersmen were placed.

After walking for four hundred miles, there were already five hundred people in the Northern Barbarian herders behind their butts.

The Northern Barbarian herders are not pure producers.

They can pick up whips and sheep sheep, and they can rob, and they can wear leather armor and dare to siege the city and siege the land!

When Zhang Chu was still the leader of the Four-Liangang in Jintian Mansion, he often heard that there were caravans who were always on the Beiman route. Because they violated the taboos of the Beimans, they planted water on the grassland and had no news of their lifetime.

At that time, Zhang Chu suspected whether the messy taboos of the Northern Barbarians were really taboos, or was the excuses for the Northern Barbarians to make up killing and robbing people...

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Zhang Chu wanted to clean up these grassland hyenas.

But it is difficult to set up ambush on the grassland.

It is difficult to hide the movements of the three thousand soldiers and horses from these hyenas that were born and raised on the grassland.

Zhang Chu tentatively sprinkled five hundred spirits and rode out.

As a result, when the grassland hyenas saw that they were crowded, they would scatter from afar.

When they were fewer, they rushed up again.

The flat grassland is the best racetrack.

The Northern Barbarians' riding skills are racial talents.

Therefore, even if the horses under their crotch were not as strong as the war horses of the North Camp, they could still outperform the soldiers of the North Camp by relying on their riding skills that were several levels higher than the soldiers of the North Camp.

Even Wu Laojiu took the horse personally and did not bring back a few heads of the Northern Barbarians... Qihai Dahao was able to use his true energy to burst out at a high speed comparable to a war horse running in a short time, but this speed does not have much advantage in the war horses, and it consumes very much true energy and cannot last long.

The Northern Barbarians didn't kill many.

On the contrary, Zhang Chu lost more than a dozen cavalry after the troops sent out.

Zhang Chu was so angry that he was so angry that he was like pouring gasoline.

He decisively gave up the idea of ​​packing up the hyenas behind his butt, and instead pulled a bloody curve in his heart...

From the Wushi tribe, we slaughtered all the way back to Yongming Pass!

...

In the evening of that day.

Zhang Chu led three thousand light cavalry to the Wu clan tribe.

There is no sight of cattle and sheep.

There is no sight of the horses.

The white tent that could not be seen at first sight.

A large white-shaped banner with a black background that is seven or eight feet high floats gently in the north wind.

What a peaceful and rich look, the beautiful scenery of the grassland where cattle and sheep are seen with wind blowing the grass.

It’s a pity that the panic shouts of Beiman dialect and Dali dialect, and the messy footsteps that scattered the beauty.

Zhang Chu, who was standing in front of the horse, held the green horse, ignored the already chaotic tribe, looked at the big flag, raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Immediately someone beat a horse and came behind Zhang Chu.

Zhang Chu did not look back, pointed to the Beiman word that was twisted like an earthworm on the big flag, and asked, "What does that mean?"

"Haday."

"It means black."

Zhang Chu laughed, "It's really fucking that he doesn't forget his roots!"

He was laughing.

But the words seemed to be squeezed out from the teeth.

Every word is like a sword and a gun, exuding a violent murderous intent!

He pulled out the Purple Dragon Sword, waved it forward, and roared: "Kill!"

As soon as the words fell.

Four thousand light cavalry rushed out like a flood that broke through the dam.

...

There is no stalemate.

There is no difficulty in separating.

In front of four thousand soldiers from the North Enemy who had just wade through the North Frontier meat grinder.

The thousands of tribe soldiers gathered in a hurry by the Haji tribe were like paper, and they collapsed at once.

The soldiers of the Haji tribe standing behind were fleeing around by their defeated companions before they could see clearly what the enemy looked like...

After several Qihai who dared to emerge, they were slaughtered by Zhang Chu like a chicken, and the battle became a massacre!

It's not dark yet.

This Haji tribe, which has a population of tens of thousands, is only a group of elderly, weak, women and children.

All the men who were above the wheel were lined up and were pressed to the ground by wolves and tigers, and their heads were cut off.

...

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

"I can give you whatever you want, don't kill me..."

Amid the terrified shouts, Wu Laojiu grabbed a thing that looked like a pig in one hand and ran to Zhang Chu with a horse.

"Bang."

The fat pig hit Zhang Chu seven feet away.

With the leaping fire around, Zhang Chu saw clearly the appearance of this fat pig: wrapped in a smooth and smooth body, and you can tell at a glance that it must be valuable. He wore gold and silver, and on ten fingers as thick as carrots, each with a huge gem ring...

Wu Laojiu jumped from the horse's back, rushed to Zhang Chu in two steps, and bowed respectfully, "Leader, two sixth-grade masters protect this guy and escape. I think they should be a big shot..."

Halfway through his words, he shut up.

Because he found that the leader of his family looked at the fat pig with his eyes curled up, and the light surging in his eyes made him feel scared.

The fat pig lying on the ground also saw Zhang Chu at this time, and his crying sound suddenly stopped, his face as if he had seen a ghost.

After a while, Zhang Chu suddenly smiled and called softly: "Shiwang."

His voice was so gentle.

It is so gentle that it is like a child calling his parents.

But when Wu Laojiu heard his call, his hair was so creepy that the hair on the back of his head was almost standing up...

Zhang Chu chuckled, stretched out his hands, bent down and walked forward for two steps, as if he wanted to gently lift the fat pig on the ground and help him dust off his body.

However, the fat pig on the ground rolled back desperately in horror: "Don't come over, don't come over..."

Zhang Chu stopped and the smile on his face gradually became ferocious: "Do you still know you're afraid?"

Before he finished speaking, a golden light flashed. Zhang Chu suddenly appeared in front of the fat pig and stepped on his knee.

"Click."

The sound of bones breaking is so crisp.

The fat pig's thick knees have turned into a bloody meat pie.

"I know I'm afraid, but you dare to cooperate with Huo Qing to release the Northern Barbarians into the Pass?"

Zhang Chu's voice gradually rose.

"Click."

He stepped on the knee of the fat pig's other leg: "I know I'm afraid, but you dare to surrender to the Northern Barbarians?"
To be continued...