"Sir! Lord Yiqu, who was sent out to explore the way a few days ago, is defeated and returned! There are only dozens of people!" A Hun man croaked in the Xiongnu language and rushed into the county government of the small county town. At this time, Hu Yanxiao, the number one warrior in the Southern Xiongnu was reading the Han people's art of war. There were almost no such people in the Xiongnu army, and there were even fewer Huns who were willing to accept and learn Chinese.

But Hu Yanxiao was an exception. He was the strongest warrior on the grassland and was willing to read the military tactics of the Han people. This was thanks to Hu Yanxiao's mother, a Han woman who was forced to be captured by the Huns, and she also taught Hu Yanxiao some Chinese.

"What? Didn't I tell them to be careful? The Han people are not like enemies on the grassland. They are very cunning!" Hu Yanxiao was very angry at his underestimation of the enemy. Although he had half of the Han blood on his body, he was a completely Hun revivalist. As long as he was a foreigner, he was very disgusted, but he loved the tactics very much.

"Call that guy Yiqiu here!" Hu Yanxiao put down the military book in his hand and waved to the person who came.

The person who came backed, and soon, Lord Yiqu, with a gray face, walked in tremblingly. As a Hun, he became a thousand cavalry captain and was hollowed out by wine. He was chased by Zhang Chen and the others for too long, and his legs were trembling.

"Hmph! I know you were defeated, tell me what happened, and the Torishiro! Can't you go to his troops?" Seeing this cowardly look like this, Hu Yanxiao was very angry. How could he be so decadent as a Hun?

"Master... Sir... I..." Lord Yiqiu knelt there, tremblingly telling everything that happened, adding fuel to the Han army, but he did not dare to conceal the news that the two thousand cavalry teams were wiped out, so he honestly told them.

"Oh, then, you have a great responsibility for the destruction of the Toushi Longqian Cavalry Team?" Hu Yanxiao stood up after hearing Lord Yiqiu's words, and walked towards the wall beside him. When he entered the room, he had already hung the sword given to him by Shanyu. At this time, Hu Yanxiao had already taken down the sword, and the gems on the sword were embedded on the hilt of the sword, which was extremely beautiful, but fell into the eyes of Lord Yiqiu who was kneeling and trembling, his pupils were infinitely magnified, and he looked at the sword in horror.

"Yes...yes...sir, please spare me!, ah!" Lord Yiqiu shouted, but suddenly burst out and took out the knife in his arms and stabbed Hu Yanxiao.

Because he knew that Hu Yanxiao could become the number one warrior of the Huns in addition to superb military power, he also had a terrifying method. At the clan competition hosted by Shanyu, as long as he fought with the enemy, except those who gave up without a single battle, he was killed on the spot, or he was lucky enough to leave his life but was seriously injured, and life was worse than death.

Lord Yiqiu also knew that today, he could not escape death at Hu Yanxiao. Maybe he would be killed by Hu Yanxiao with a knife in the next second. It would be better to fight for it, maybe there would be a glimmer of hope!

It’s a pity that the gap between the two sides is too big. Lord Yiqiu, who had been hollowed out by wine and sex, was running all the way again. How could he be the opponent of the No. 1 Warrior in the Prairie? When he was about to take out the knife, Hu Yanxiao moved. As soon as Lord Yiqiu took out the knife, the right wrist he got was cut off.

"Ah!" Lord Yiqiu screamed, which was terrifying.

"It's too noisy, you can go find the stupid donkey of the Niao family." Hu Yanxiao was too lazy to look at Lord Yiqu, and said, "A sword light flashed, and a thousand cavalry leader of the Hun died like this."
Chapter completed!