Galbuhua shouted towards Munch.

When Meng heard Gal Buhua's voice, he led the men and horses slowly toward the cart.

Munch looked at the cart, then at the draft horse pulling the cart, and seemed to understand something.

Munch pulled out the scimitar from his waist and shouted: "The person must not have gone far, let me search him."

Gal Buhua looked at Meng Ke's mobilization of troops and persuaded him: "Meng Ke Taiji, this is not necessary. Just for a dispensable big car, you shouldn't mobilize troops and troops like this, right?"

Meng glanced at Galbuhua coldly, then picked up the riding crop and slapped Galbuhua hard on the right side of his face.

"What do I need to do that I need you to teach me?"

When Zhao Wen saw the Tatars scattering around the cart, his heart suddenly rose to his throat.

Zhao Daniu next to him was not much better than Zhao Wen. At this time, his breathing was like that of an old cow.

The calmest among them was Wang Qi. He squinted his eyes and looked coldly at the Tatars in the distance.

Zhao Wen saw about fifty Tatars, riding their war horses slowly towards the grove here.
Chapter completed!