The man smashed his mouth and was speechless.

The guy said again: "Do you know who Cai Yong is? The high-ranking official in the court said you don't know either."

"Okay, okay." The man waved impatiently, "Go ahead and go."

It was night, the moon was dark and the wind was high.

A gangster entered the Wei family in the East of Anyi City at night. The old couple of Wei family, the eldest son, the second son, the servant, the maid, the husband, the groom, and the guard. More than 20 people in the whole house were killed, and none of them were spared! The prefect of Hedong, Lu Bu, ordered the magistrate of Anyi to investigate for several months without results, and thus became a headless case.

Yanzhou, Taishan County.

Cao Cao, the governor of Yanzhou, was leading Guo Jia, Xun Yu, Xun You, Cheng Yu, Chen Gong and other advisers to go out more than a hundred miles west of Juping, and went deep into the sphere of influence of the Yellow Turban bandits to observe the mountains, rivers and terrain. Suddenly, a small school came to report that there were three thousand bandit soldiers robbing along the way and were about to kill Cao Cao soon.

At that time, Xiahou Dun, Xiahou Yuan, Cao Ren, Cao Hong, Li Dian, and the generals of Zangba were all led their troops outside. Only Cao Ren's younger brother, Cao Chun, led two hundred cavalry guards to the side. When the crowd rushed to persuade Cao Cao to avoid leaving, Cao Chun rode his horse out and said quickly: "It's urgent, lord can leave quickly, and I'll come to cut off the rear."

Before he could finish his words, the sound of killing sounds rose in front of him, and the Yellow Turban bandits were already hiding across the mountains and fields.

Cao Cao rushed away with a horse, and Cao Chun then led two hundred cavalry to fight. The two armies intersected. Cao Chun slashed the Yellow Turban General with a gun and stabbed the Yellow Turban General under the horse. Two hundred cavalry took advantage of the situation to block the killing. The Yellow Turban soldiers scattered and collapsed. Cao Chun led the army to chase for more than a hundred miles, beheaded hundreds of great victory and returned. Cao Cao stroked Chun's back and sighed, "Zihe (Cao Chun's name is my Fan Kuai."

West Sea.

The royal court of the Riyu Deduction Department was bathing in a quiet night. The princess of Arile was telling the heroic deeds of the Xianbei ancestors traveling through mountains and rivers to the western grasslands, while the older shamans were playing the desolate horse-head fiddle in the carriage outside the Dome tent.

Hundreds of large tents and thousands of felt bags were sparsely scattered around the royal court.

It is late autumn now, and the winter season is coming, and the aquatic plants on the west coast have withered. The nomadic herders who were originally gathered in this area have already scattered. They will only come back again and gather in the King's Court of the West Sea again in the spring of the next year.

At that time, not only were cattle, sheep and livestock busy mate and reproduce, but the Xianbei people who lived on the grassland for generations would also seize the time to mate and reproduce offspring.

Outside the dome tent, dozens of majestic royal guards stood solemnly in the wind.

Further apart, teams of cruising cavalry were traveling around their habitat, vigilantly searching the vast grasslands, ready to fight against possible enemies.

Everything seemed so quiet and peaceful.

No one realized that danger was coming.

Just as the sun was covered with dark clouds, the desert was pitch black, and no fingers were seen. A cavalry came like a ghost stepping on the night, advancing quietly on the grassland.

A team of Xianbei cavalry happened to pass by not far away. The leader of the group leader walked in front of the team with a torch with a sheep finger and a torch. He took advantage of the opportunity of yawning and glanced around unconsciously. Suddenly, the centurion's majestic body suddenly paused, as if he had discovered something from the inexplicable darkness.

"What~~What?" The centurion became alert and handed the torch to his left hand. He had already pulled out a scimitar with his right hand. When the Xianbei cavalry behind him rode his horse up, he reached out and pointed to the thick night in front of him and asked in a voice, "Look, what the hell is it in front of him?"

"Huh~"

"Huh~"

"Huh~"

As the Xianbei Centurion finished speaking, hundreds of bright torches suddenly lit up in the dark night ahead. The blazing fire lights illuminated a large grassland. The Xianbei Centurion and the Xianbei cavalry behind him were horrified to find that a group of ghostly cavalry had appeared on the grassland that was originally nothing.

It was a group of real ghost cavalry, dark armor, dark war horses, and even the weapons in their hands were pitch black, without any reflection under the light of the fire! But what was most terrifying was not these, but the faces of the group of ghost cavalry. They were clearly not human faces, but hideous and terrifying ghost faces.

"Ghost, ghost~~"

"Oh my god, run!"

The Xianbei cavalry behind the centurion were in chaos, and they turned around and fled timidly. These Xianbei cavalry could die bravely on the battlefield without retreating, but could not remain calm in front of these hideous and terrifying ghosts. In ancient times of superstition, the awe of ghosts and gods was far greater than the fear of death.
Chapter completed!