The Huns couldn't help but surround themselves, stretching their necks long.

"Search!" Junchen Shanyu held the jerky meat and ordered loudly: "Open the fur clothes."

Isn’t this asking for trouble when I open my fur clothes in a cold weather? The Huns were stunned.

"Isn't you going to do it? Who else can hide the jerky meat among you?" Junchen Shanyu finally remembered that when he escaped from the camp, he found a lot of jerky meat, and the Huns were still fighting for it. Maybe some of these Huns brought jerky meat.

As soon as he heard this, the Huns immediately understood and were busy opening their fur clothes.

A few Huns hesitated and did not need the orders of the military minister Shanyu. The Huns rushed up and found jerky meat from their arms.

After searching, he found more than ten kilograms of jerky meat. The Huns looked at the jerky meat and wished they could grab it in their hands and chew it hard.

Junchen Shanyu did not speak, glanced at the Huns and grabbed the largest piece of jerky meat. The Shanyu took the largest piece, and the other Huns could rob it. Huh and rushed up.

"Bang bang!"

A sound of heads colliding sounded, mixed with screams and angry curses.

If you grab jerky, you will be able to get the road to life. How could the Huns let go? If you grab me, you will be able to draw your sword toward each other and slash and kill.

"stop!"

Junchen Shanyu shouted violently, as if thunder sounded in his ears.

The Huns couldn't help but be stunned.

Junchen Shanyu waved the scimitar in his hand, and cut a thin piece of dried meat in his hand and sent it to his mouth. A flash of knife light was cut off again, and another dried meat of about the same thickness was cut off. The scimitar was flat and held in front of a Hun: "This is yours!"

The Huns grabbed them in a hurry and stuffed them into their mouths. The other Huns swallowed their saliva when they saw them.

Junchen Shanyu kept swinging the scimitar in his hand, cutting off pieces of dried meat and distributing it to all the Huns, one piece per person.

There were fifty or sixty people in this group of Huns, one piece, but only two or three kilograms were eaten, and a few kilograms were left. The military minister Shanyu took off the fox fur and wrapped it, put it on the Fengfeng Chasing Horse, and shouted: "This dried meat is taken with me. Don't worry, this Shanyu will never steal it."

This was said firmly and could not doubt that although the Huns were unwilling to say anything.

It is better to put the jerky meat in Junchen Shanyu than to fight and kill each other.

A piece of dried meat was not enough to even be at the bottom, and Junchen Shanyu's hunger was stirred up. However, he did what he said, and did not use the privileges of the Shanyu to eat dried meat. He bit his lips tightly and endured it.

A pair of eyes swept around and accidentally saw a mare's milk bulging. Her eyes lit up, jumped up, and rushed over in three or two steps.

When he came to the mare, he stroked the horse's butt with his left hand. The mare kept shaking its head and tail, bent its head, and rubbed it on him intimately.

Junchen Shanyu knelt on the ground, and his head drilled under the horse's belly, trying to grab his nipples. However, his neck was so painful that it was very uncomfortable. He had to lie on the ground, half-sit up, support his right hand on the ground, grab the nipples on the left, wiped it a few times, and then put his mouth on it.

As soon as he held his nipple in his mouth, he was like a greedy baby, sucking it violently. The mare neighed for a few times, and then there was no movement. He let Junchen Shanyu suck it, but he also bent his head and rubbed it against Junchen Shanyu, as if Junchen Shanyu was its foal.

"Gugu!"

With the rapid swallowing, the bulging horse's milk quickly faded.

Junchen Shanyu took a few sips, but there was no milk left. Then he let go unwillingly, stood up, licking the corner of his mouth with his bright red tongue, extremely satisfied.

Horse milk is actually a beverage made of horse milk. It can be drunk as wine or as a drink.

Drinking raw milk like this is rare in the Huns. This is only true in special circumstances, such as marching and fighting and plundering.

As I licked it, I always felt something was wrong. I wiped it with my hands and actually bought a few horse hairs.

With the demonstration of Junchen Shanyu, the Huns were very excited and went to find mares and drank horses. There were dozens of horses, but not many mares. They almost couldn't fight for mares. If Junchen Shanyu hadn't come forward and wanted every Hun to drink a few sips, the Huns would have been beaten to death.

Jerky meat and horse breasts are daily foods for the Huns. Although they are incomparable to normal, the Huns still regained a lot of strength. After a while, the military minister Shanyu gave the order, and the Huns began to escape again.

Although the jerky meat is not much, it is a few pounds. When I really can't hold on, eating another slice can help you recover a lot of strength. There are still more than a dozen mares, and if nothing unexpected happens, they should be able to return to the desert.

Junchen Shanyu rode on the Fengbaojiao, but he couldn't stop thinking about it. The road of life had not yet been cut off, so he couldn't help but feel excited.

However, he didn't know that just thirty miles behind him, a Han army was racing towards him.

"rumble!"

A Han army of hundreds of people is galloping.

The Han army had red eyes, bloodshot and tired on their faces. However, they were fighting spirit and rushed to the horse.

The one who led this Han army was the flying general Li Guang.

At this time, Li Guang had blood stains on his body, his hair was scattered, and there were a few arrows on his back. His eyes were black and his eyes were red like rabbit eyes, which was a sign of extreme lack of sleep.
Chapter completed!