The old herder pulled the little boy to the camp, but he was no longer as good as his legs and feet. He just ran a few steps, staggered and fell to the ground.

The old herder struggled a few times, but he found out that his legs were twisted.

"Dala, hurry up, help me up, hurry up!"

The little boy with a small braid was full of fear, and he tried hard to break free from the old herder's hands and ran into the camp without looking back.

The sound of horse hooves became louder and louder, and they arrived in the blink of an eye.

The old herder turned his head and saw a huge horse hooves stomping towards him. Then he heard a click and he knew nothing.

And the little Hun boy who rushed to the camp quickly could not pass the war horse quickly. He was caught up with the war horse and was instantly stepped into a meat paste.

"Central Plains Cavalry, Central Plains Cavalry is here, hurry up, hurry up, go back and fight." The herdsmen who also harvested the forage ran back one after another, shouting to warn the children in their clan.

Although the people from the Datu tribe who came out to harvest the forage ran away immediately when the situation was not good, they did not escape the trampling of the horse's hooves.

A wrinkled Hun woman ran out of the tent in panic. Looking at the crowds everywhere, she quickly grabbed a young and strong Hun with a scimitar and asked, "What's wrong, what's wrong?"

The young and strong Huns also looked panicked and said, "The people in the Central Plains are here. Don't worry, grandma, hide it quickly, Aqi will drive those people in the Central Plains back."

As he said that, he quickly came to his war horse, turned over and rushed out of the camp. At the same time, many Huns were also the same.

"To the left of Qin army, to the right of Mo army, kill~"

Meng Yu nodded, and when he pulled the reins of the horse, the black and white armies immediately separated, quickly surrounding the Datu tribe in a form of a human-shaped figure, and then there was a fight.

The Huns of the Datu tribe who had just rushed out of the camp collided with the well-equipped Qin Mo's army. In an instant, they were like a rock rolling craze. Without any waves splashed, they were submerged in the tide.

In fact, this is not a battle, but a massacre on the one hand, because most of the adult soldiers of this tribe have been taken away by Gudatushu and left behind.

There were only a few thousand soldiers close to adulthood, and without any defense, the remaining Hun soldiers were quickly defeated.

The fire was burning, and all the big tents of the Datu tribe were lit, illuminating half of the green grassland, like beautiful pillars of fire, but the fight continued, and wherever the two armies passed, a dead body would fall to the ground.

When the old women, women, children, were driven together by the cavalry, the end of the battle and the demise of the Datu tribe were declared.

Looking at the old men, women and children, Mochen fell into deep thought. He once told the soldiers that as long as he picked up his weapons, no matter the elderly or children, he could kill them. But now these Huns are just unarmed herders, so it is a bit difficult for him to deal with this.

The survivors watched in despair as all their wealth turned into ashes in the fire. What made them more resentful than the fire burning out their property was that their adult soldiers were killed. They included their sons, their parents, and their support. The adult elderly and women knew how to endure. The children looked like angry little tigers, glaring at the two armies in armor. The grinning looks, and wishing they could rush over and bite the soldiers of the two armies to death.

Meng Yu saw Mochen's hesitant expression and walked over and said, "General Mo, are you thinking about how to deal with these Huns?"

Mochen nodded and said, "Yes, there are too many of these people, thousands of them. We still have to annihilate the other small tribes. We have no time to send them back to Pingyuan Mountain, and we can't wait for the infantry to come and take over."

Meng Yu said without hesitation: "This is easy to deal with. If you have any good considerations with foreign races, just kill them all. If you take them back, you will waste food."

Mochen looked at the densely packed old men, children and women and said a little unbearable: "These people are just elderly men, children and women who are powerless, and there are so many people, killing them will hurt Tianhe."

"General Mo, don't blame Meng for being bad at speaking. What else do you tell them about the harmony of the Huns? Killing them is the way for heaven. Although we are constantly fighting in the Central Plains and the people are suffering, we will not attack the people in every place we occupy. But these Huns actually think we are two-legged sheep. Every time we go south and plunder, it is impossible for a single grass to grow. How many people in the Central Plains are killed, how many children are robbed, how many women are shabby, and even as animals, they are killed when they are starved to death.

Killing to fill the hunger." Meng Yu looked painful, as if recalling something bad to recall, and continued: "General Mo, once, it was winter. The Huns went south to plunder the border of our Qin Dynasty. Meng was ordered to wipe out the Huns. But when Meng got there, a whole village, thousands of people were killed, and... and they even ate people. They set up a fire and tied up a few women next to them. These demons actually...... "

Meng Yu took a deep breath, tried his best to restrain his emotions, and said, "In order to make the meat more delicious, they cut off their meat and roasted it alive and didn't even let the baby go. Such a demon told them that he was hurt by heaven. Are they worthy of it?"

After Meng Yu finished speaking, he left with his hands.

At this time, Bai Yamei hurried over and said with a fist: "General, the people of the Central Plains captured by the Huns have been rescued. Some women have been tortured to the point of being different, and we have also discovered..."

Speaking of this, Bai Yamei's face looked a little ugly, but she couldn't continue.

Mochen felt very uncomfortable after hearing Meng Yu's words. Now, seeing Bai Yamei's pale face and her expression was about to stop but she was still very ugly.

"Speak up if you find something, don't hesitate."

Seeing that Mochen's tone was a little wrong, Bai Yamei immediately stepped forward, approached Mochen's ear and said a few words.

Mochen's face became even colder, and a strong murderous intent flashed in his eyes, saying, "Send someone to send the people of the Central Plains back to the plains and mountains, and those women will let Li Congsheng and others treat them well."

"Yes, General." Bai Yamei left after receiving the order.

When Mochen turned around and looked at the panicked Huns again, there was no slight wave in his eyes, like a cold god of killing, and a word was spit out from his mouth.

"kill"

The Mo army cavalry, who had originally surrounded the surroundings, were like a cold machine with switches turned on. Without any hesitation, they rushed up directly. A scream came from the place again.

When Qin Mo and his two armies were dispatched again, all the Datu tribes were killed and none of them survived.
Chapter completed!