Qiu Shenzu couldn't care less that the storm had not stopped and wanted to rush back to Luoyang. After careful consideration, he didn't even go to Cheng Wuting's mourning hall. Li Chang failed to capture Qin Bashan, and he also knew that Qiu Shenzu was very dissatisfied with this, so he respectfully

Send him on horseback.

Qiu Shencui said with a straight face: "After I leave, if you make any mistakes, no one can save you." Li Chang nodded cautiously and said: "I understand this."

The wind and snow filled the air, making the whole grassland tremble. Li Chang asked: "Then Chen Zi'ang said that he has reported to the court immediately, and Wang Er will probably replace this general." Qiu Shenchi snorted: "You are not familiar with it.

In the northern war, I also lack battlefield experience, let alone military exploits, how can I recommend you again! This frontline war is related to the safety of the imperial court, how can it be a trivial matter!"

Li Chang nodded repeatedly and said: "I don't mean to be humble. I'm afraid that General Wang's subordinates will give me small shoes in the future." Qiu Shenzui got on the horse and said: "He can't eat you, he will always give Qiu some money."

People are somewhat thin-faced.”

Li Chang heard Qiu Shenzui's tone, and his tense mood relaxed, and he said: "Don't worry, General Qiu, I will defend the territory and repay the general's recommendation." Qiu Shenzui looked at him sideways and just nodded.

Nodding, he let his horse run out of the checkpoint.

Li Chang shouted to the guards: "Be careful and don't make any mistakes." This was clearly meant for the guards who were scolded by Qiu Shen, but in fact he was flattering Qiu Shen scolded. Look at the group of people disappearing in the snow, Li Chang's long

The ground breathed a sigh of relief.

***

The fat elder dreams of being the leader of the tribe. Now that Qin Bashan has eliminated Aguduo, and there is no Cheng Wuting in the south, such a big advantage has fallen on him, haha, he is secretly happy in his heart.

It was really refreshing to stand in front of the tooth tent and look at the fluttering tooth flags. The sun shone on the snowfield, and the sky was as blue as the lake. A group of patrolling soldiers outside were protecting the fat elder. Soldiers from the tribe were also gathered for training.

The sheep and cows were in the pen, lazily basking in the sun. Some women were milking cows, and some were combing their hair.

These all belong to my fat elder, haha. Qin Bashan went to Black Sand City, and he was the only one in the tribe who had the final say. This pride made him smile all over his face.

Let's soak in the sun and think about the personnel in the tribe. Anyone who opposed my fat elder in the past will be punished. Only in this way can you consolidate your position.

While he was calculating, he stood in front of the tent and saw a soldier galloping towards him on horseback. The soldier turned over and dismounted and loudly reported: "Fat Elder, go and see quickly, something happened to Fatty Elder!"

The fat elder was startled. Seeing the panicked look of the soldiers, covered in blood, he hurriedly called a group of soldiers and followed him out of the tent.

The thin elder went around patrolling the defenses early in the morning. He brought a few guards with superb martial arts skills and did not leave the tribe. How could something happen?

A group of people and horses passed through the tents and came to the edge of the tribe. Seven or eight corpses were lying on the snow, with blood splattered everywhere. Several horses that had lost their owners scratched the snow and ate hay. The thin elder lay there.

Among them, he was hit by a sword in the throat, his eyes widened, his face full of horror, as if he didn't believe the scene before his death.

What exactly did he see? He saw a masked man in black suddenly leaping out of the snow and stabbing his horse with a sword. The soldiers behind him immediately surrounded him, but they saw that his steps were unsynchronized and he had a long sword in his hand.

Flash, kill three people in a row.

Those moves were obviously the martial arts of the Central Plains, not the manual fighting moves of the North. They were agile and quick, and the weapons in the hands of his guards were completely turned into decorations. He raised his wrists, and every sword hit the vital point without missing a beat. Waiting for weight loss

When the elder realized that he should run away, there was only one soldier left beside him.

The masked man glanced at him, and the coldness in it made him shiver. The thin elder stepped back several steps, and the masked man's cold sword followed him like a snake. Until he understood that he had no way to retreat.

When there was no way to escape, the sword suddenly swung and pierced his throat.
Chapter completed!