The October autumn wind blows, causing a chill to rise from the bottom of one's heart. The blew the autumn wind makes the grass on the Hetao Plain turn yellow, making people feel the seasons of autumn change at a glance. The grass on the Hetao Plain turns from emerald green to dim yellow under the blowing of the autumn wind, and the faces of the Huns on the Hetao Plain who were riding on horseback in a hurry also turned from the red light of the past to the bleakness.

If Yuezhi and the Donghu people heard this statement, someone might exclaim, on this prairie, especially on the Hetao Plain, there is really someone who can make the new overlord of the grassland, the Huns, flee in a panic and look disgusted? [..com]

The most noble name of the Huns is naturally the word Shanyu. Although the two words Rizhu are not as noble as Shanyu, it is also a very precious name in the Huns, because the title Rizhu can only be the royal bloodline of the Huns!

Muthan Rizhu is the uncle of the current Xiongnu Toman Shanyu. He commanded a large tribe of 100,000 people in the Hetao Plain. Among them, there were 20,000 Xiongnu archers and 100 Xiongnu archers (the Xiongnu people regarded the Xiongnu as the sharpshooter), which was an important force to protect the Xiongnu royal court.

But Muthan Rizhu, who had enjoyed his noble status in the past, now felt that he was drowsy and as if he had not yet woken up from a nightmare. His pale face proved that the fright he had suffered at this time had reached the limit of his heart. As long as he added a little pressure to his fragile heart, it was very likely that Muthan, the noble Hun Rizhu, would collapse and become crazy.

Muthan had no idea where he was running, nor where he should escape. Now he only knew that he had to pluck the strength of the horse under his crotch so as to squeeze out the last bit of strength of the good horse under his crotch to speed up his escape.

Muthan only felt that his thoughts were a little confused at this time. He didn't know how his nightmare began today, and he didn't know when this nightmare would end. And all of this was because of the group of black-clad demons who emerged from the depths of the grassland tonight!

"Master Rizhu, those black-clothed demons have been thrown away by us. There is still a little water here. Master Rizhu has been running around for so long, so drink some water to rest before leaving?" Muthan Rizhu's personal guard warrior saw Muthan's face at this time, and was worried that this noble Lord Rizhu would even die suddenly on the back of the horse due to running and working hard. Out of the idea that if this very broad-minded and fat Lord Rizhu has lost his life, the chief warrior of Lord Muthan Rizhu's personal guard gritted his teeth and decided to contribute the little water he carried.

Hearing the inquiry from the warrior leader of his personal guard, Muthan calmed down a little, and looked at the following of dozens of armoured and crooked men who were left by his side. The noble Muthan Rizhu was really a little crying and tears. Who is he? The noble Lord Rizhu of the Hun tribe! Although there is not as majestic as Touman Shanyu in the Hun tribe, the Hun herders praised him when talking about his noble Muthan Rizhu?

This time, Touman Chanyu summoned the warriors from various tribes of the Huns to the north to fight against the Yuezhi people who had betrayed the oath. As the uncle of Touman Chanyu and the most staunch supporter of Touman Chanyu, he sent three sons to respond to the call of Touman Chanyu. Of course, the reason why Muthan did not lead his troops to respond to the call of Touman Chanyu was because he was already half-buried and did not want to compete for military merits with the younger generations. The noble Adult Rizhu just wanted to lie comfortably on the beautiful women who were snatched from the Central Plains to live his few days left.

It was probably the storm that night, and it was earlier than before. After the noble Xiongnu Rizhu completed the comfortable "game" with his beauties early, he lay in the same limbs with his fat body and prepared to start the sleep of the day. As for the warning of the settlement, it was naturally left to the brave warriors in the tribe, although he did not believe that there would be anything on the Hetao Plain that could threaten him, Rizhu, the Xiongnu. So before going to bed, Muthan told his subordinates to wake him up earlier the next day so that he could participate in the hunting activities with another Xiongnu tribe leader, and then he fell asleep.

But what Muthan did not expect was that he, the noble Hun Lord Rizhu, was not awakened by the warriors of his own tribe, but was awakened by the shrill screams of the warriors of the Muthan tribe!

After Muthan struggled out of the woman's tender limbs and finally rushed out of the camp where he was sleeping in disheveled clothes, he was frightened to find that the tribal warriors who had always thought they could be ten were slaughtered by a group of strange cavalry units wearing black armor in the red flames!

Unlike any cavalry that Muthan has seen in the past few decades, these cavalry in black armor can not only stabilize their figure on the horse's back without relying on both hands to hold the reins tightly, but also can also kill the warriors of his tribe holding long-handed weapons unique to the Central Plains infantry. The tribal warriors of Muthan holding short-handed scimitars are even more proud of the cavalry that the Huns do not have to hold reins! The casualties of both sides of the war were completely developed in a one-sided situation!!

The number of these cavalrymen wearing black armor is actually not too many. Although they cannot fully estimate the number of cavalrymen in the dim fire, based on Muthan's decades of experience, the total number of black armored cavalrymen who took advantage of the night to raid his tribe's settlement will definitely not exceed 30,000. If in the past, the power of more than 20,000 Xiongnu archers and more than 100 Xiongnu archers in Muthan's tribe's settlement and the unique characteristics of the Hun tribe's entire nation as a soldier, (except those who can't ride horses and cannot ride horses, all the elderly, weak, women and children are competent cavalrymen!) They would never be as tragic as they are now!

But now Muthan suddenly hated the Touman Shanyu who had been supporting before, because it was a convening order from Touman Shanyu that made his large Hun tribe settlement with a total number of about 100,000 people, so vulnerable when facing the invasion of these black-armored iron cavalry.

To the outsiders, this is a very strange feeling. In terms of the real number of people, the number of these black-clad cavalry is much smaller than that of this large Hun settlement. However, when these black-clad iron cavalry charges with their halberds and spears, the tribal residents and tribal warriors in this large-clad Hun settlement were all scattered by these black-clad iron cavalry.

Especially the enemy general holding a strange halberd who charged at the forefront of the Black Armored Iron Cavalry, the superb martial arts showed that Muthan, who had just woken up from his sleep, thought he had seen a ghost-faced demon from hell. Any Huns encountered by this enemy general, whether they were famous in the past or ordinary Huns who were fleeing in a hurry, were all turned into blood-splashed limbs by the strange halberd. Screams, wails, or even crying, could not allow the enemy general to slow down the speed of the strange halberd swaying in his hand!!

It was after seeing this scene that Muthan realized that he would never be able to make any moves that would turn the tide under the impact of the black iron cavalry commanded by such a person. So Muthan decisively and simply called up hundreds of personal guards around him and the hundred of the most elite Huns' Sagittarius masters in the entire tribe, and began the most painful escape journey in his life.

If you want to know what happens next, let’s see if you don’t cry and then break it down again~~~~
Chapter completed!