Dai Yu was very helpless. No Huns rushed past Luan Xiong and Qimen Yulin to fight together.

Screams kept coming from the woods ahead, but Yun Xiao had strict orders in advance. Dai Yu and others were not allowed to come over to help. All they had to do was just to stay on the defense line.

When the fiery sunset completely left the horizon, Luan Xiong and the rangers began to walk out of the woods one after another. The Qimen Yulin also came down from the trees and cut off their own heads. Although they were treated well, two cents of each head still stimulated their nerves.

The newcomer of the Yun family quickly picked up the triangular nails. When Yun Xiao saw the Luan family start to place their heads, he knew that the battle was over. Judging from the number of heads, there should be no fish that missed the net.

Yun Xiao guessed wrongly, there were still fish that escaped the net. Learrow led six or seven well-off men into the swamp. Although there were many crises here, there was still a way out. Going to other places would be like ten deaths without death.

The battlefield behind him was very quiet. Leerluo knew that the four thousand Huns were finished. They had no chance of survival. This was the trick of the Han people. They deliberately asked the Qiang people to lead them here, which was completely a conspiracy. They had to go back quickly and tell the Fantasy Moon King to retreat.

There are many Han troops here, and they have joined forces with the Qiang people. If the Donghu army in Wuwei City is added, the 4,000 people of the Fantasy Moon King will not be able to deal with it no matter what.

After the newcomer of the Yun family picked up the triangle nails, Tuduo and Leran came to Yun Xiao's side with their horses. On the edge of the woods, Dai Yu was nodding his head. He had a lot of resentment for not participating in the battle.

Although the women of Lejie Qiang were a little stupid, they were not stupid. Seeing that the Han people didn't want the Huns' weapons and bows and arrows, they all went into the forest to pick up the swords and all iron things left by the Huns. As a result, the guys with red feathers stuck on their heads stopped them.

Wei Qing led the Qimen Yulin and also drilled out of the forest. This kid was extremely lazy. He promised to give the swords left by the Huns to the Lejie Qiang people, but they must help Wei Qing collect the shots of the feather arrows back.

Looking at the Le Jie Qiang people who had no choice but to help these lazy boys collect arrows, Yun Xiao shook his head helplessly. The young man just didn't use his brain in the right place.

The marching secretary was counting the results of the battle, and the rangers had some casualties. However, no one cared about the casualties of these guys who were licking blood at the edge of the knife. They were all discussing two issues. First, the Huns couldn't help but fight, and second, how much money could each be allocated this time. Obviously, more people care about the second point. They came out to make money, and to some extent they were mercenaries.

Luan Xiong looked at the tall heads behind him. It was probably no less than 2,000. He had never seen such a large head. However, Luan Xiong did not feel terrified at all. Instead, he felt a little excited, because one head represents two jin of money. It seems that it is easy to make money in war, so he earned 4,000 jin in this moment. He worked hard to sell soy sauce in Luoyang for a month, and he would earn 1,000 jin in investment.

The victory in the first battle greatly encouraged the morale of the soldiers. The Yulin Guards were a little dissatisfied. Because they did not participate in the battle, they had no military merits or rewards.

Yun Xiao only gave them some cattle and sheep as food. It seemed that they could only turn grief and anger into food. They tried to eat more. I heard that there were thousands of Huns under Wuwei City, so it was their turn this time.

The clear lake water was stained with blood. Yun Xiao's army slaughtered many sheep. Whether it was doing business or fighting, everyone liked to start a good start. Yun Xiao was no exception. The team was tired these days. After resting here for a day, Yun Xiao prepared to march into the city of Wuwei tomorrow.

The thousands of Huns' cavalry can fight if they can. If they can't fight, they can just scare them away. After the results of the battle, more than 3,800 Huns were wiped out this time. The number of people under Wuwei City was less than 10,000, and it was estimated that they were about 8,000. If half of them were killed by himself this time, then there is still a high possibility that these 4,000 people would escape. Yun Xiao hoped that these Huns would escape because he knew the people under his command very well.

The Yulin led by Gongsun He and the Northern Army were not in line with him at all. It is hard to say whether they would fight to the death when fighting. The Yulin led by Wei Qing was just a cat child who had a brain-like suicide thinking. Many people vomited in such small scenes, and they really came to the battlefield of life and didn't know what was going on.

The only one who was the Ranger led by Luan Xiong was a group of mobs. If the battle was won, it would be a good idea if the war was not good. It would be a matter of scattering, and it would not be much better for his family. Under the leadership of the two thousand and eight hundred veterans, the two thousand and eight hundred new men could only act as auxiliary soldiers and do some work such as camping and chopping firewood. As for the Qiang people, they could not expect at all.

The only one who can really pass the exam is the two thousand guards he brought out. But facing the army of 100,000 Huns, this number is too rare.

The Yun family’s chefs baked many big cakes, and after victory, they naturally had to have a full meal. The mutton soup was enough, but the wine was not available. For these undisciplined mobs, there was a possibility of internal strife after drinking.

A large bowl of mutton soup, large pieces of fat mutton, and fragrant pancakes. Qiang people who have not experienced the temptation of food all rolled their eyes. If Yun Xiao had not stopped supplying them decisively, they might have really killed a few times.

"Great Marquis, this is the best meal I have eaten. The salt tastes so good."

Yun Xiao's eyes immediately lit up, and the Qiang people were also short of salt. They immediately searched for what was produced in the Qilian Mountains in later generations. The salt in Guanzhong was almost sold at a bargain price. If they could get it from the Qiang people to exchange for something, it seemed to be a good international trade.

But after thinking about it, there is really no mineral in this place where birds do not shit. Although the Qilian Mountains produce jade, this is the thing used by the great man for the royal family. Ordinary people are willing to take a piece of jade on their bodies without any trouble. For such products that do not have a broad market prospect, it is definitely not suitable for Yunjia to operate.

Helplessly Yun Xiao let go of these poor Qiang people. For them, only cattle and sheep are considered wealth. Nothing else is of use.

The women of Lejie Qiang who had been having fun began to dance erotic dances. The enthusiastic rangers rushed to their side with shouts. I have to say that these guys have a strong taste, and even Qiang women with strong body odor on them were not spared.

There were guys fighting in the woods everywhere, and in the end they became fashionable groups. A few guys even did things next to the crowd. The sound of ** was very far away in the quiet night, making Wei Qing's little kids irritated in the camp.

Yun Xiao didn't bother to pay attention to these guys, so he buried his head in a quilt and slept. The temperature difference between day and night in the Western Regions is very large, and it was a pleasant weather during the day. If you don't cover yourself with a felt quilt at night, you will wake up the person.

The next morning, the rangers dragged their tired bodies one by one. The women of Lejie Qiang were refreshed. After the group of people drove away, the rangers all fell on the carriage and slept soundly. They had exhausted too much energy last night.

When Yun Xiao led a large group of troops to set out, Leerluo had already seen the Huns' tent.

At this time, Lear Luo was quite miserable. He had already found that his head was stuck. There were holes everywhere on his leather robe, only one boot on his feet, and a few scratches on his face. The few subordinates who followed him were all swallowed by the swamp, and only he escaped by luck. Lear Luo hiked hundreds of miles in one night with his survival.

The patrolling Hun soldiers almost treated him as a wandering beggar. Fortunately, a Hun soldier discovered that the guy was wearing a Hun-style leather robe. Leerluo survived his death.

Lear Luo, who had only half breath left, was brought to the front of the Fantasy Moon King. Seeing Lear Luo's embarrassing look, the Fantasy Moon King was also almost half breathing, and an old heart kept falling down.

If the team led the team, Lear Luo, who ran back like this, would his four thousand cavalry be...

"Ler Lock, Ler Lock, you wake up."
Chapter completed!