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Before the man could answer, someone next to him immediately said, "No way, Lord Marquis, our family members are all in Hexi. If we go to Liaodong, the emperor will definitely order to kill the nine clans. Our family members will not be saved... ..!"

When the others heard the words, they woke up suddenly, and said one after another: "Yes, you must not go to Liaodong."

Feng Polu pondered for a while, and then said: "But if we go back like this, the Holy Majesty may not forgive us, and our family members may still be sent to the execution ground."

Everyone looked at each other, and some people immediately thought that the failure of Xishan this time, in the final analysis, was due to Feng Polu's insistence on going his own way and insisting on a decisive battle with the Northwest Army, which led to the disastrous defeat.

Although most of the people present were strongly in favor of going out of the city for a decisive battle at the time, but under the heavy defeat, thinking of the bleak future, many people secretly blamed Feng Polu for his great success.

Some even thought in their minds that even if they returned to Hexi this time, the emperor might not hit everyone hard. After all, the main responsibility was on Feng Polu. Feng Polu may be guilty, but others may not really You will be implicated, and even if you are implicated, you may not end up with a full-fledged gangster.

However, if he followed Feng Polu to defect to Liaodong, the Qin State would definitely not show mercy, and there was no reason why the family members of the people present would be spared.

Naturally, Feng Polu was not a stupid person, he saw the strangeness on the faces of the people, and asked with a frown, "If I really want to go to Liaodong, are you willing to follow me?"

Everyone didn't want Feng Polu to ask the question seriously, they looked at each other, but no one spoke.

Feng Polu sighed, and said: "I'm just asking casually, how can you leave your family members alone. But... let's go back like this, the odds are more than good, the barbarians have betrayed us, this is why Leading to a fiasco, think about it, is there any way for us to tide over the difficulties?"

Immediately someone understood and said: "Master Hou, let's say that the barbarians didn't obey the order, they were so happy that they insisted on going out of the city to fight the Northwest Army, they even threatened us, if we don't go out to the city for a decisive battle, we have to go back to Mobei... .!"

This person naturally understood that Feng Polu just wanted to find a scapegoat to absolve himself of his guilt.

The others were not stupid either, they immediately understood, and all of them had expressions on their faces.

"Damn it, it was the rampant behavior of those barbarians that caused the catastrophe." Immediately, someone followed closely and said, "Your Majesty had already made a careful plan, but these barbarians didn't follow orders and fought with each other. This allowed us to defeat Yunshan."

"I knew that this group of barbarians would be difficult to become a big weapon. If it weren't for these people, maybe we could still wipe out Chu Huan."

"Hou Ye has experienced many battles and is invincible, but this time he was dragged down by the barbarians. We jointly signed a letter to inform the court that all the consequences were caused by the barbarians."

There was a slight light in Feng Polu's eyes, and he was about to speak when he heard the sound of horseshoes and suddenly remembered, in the night, the sound of horseshoes was very clear, rumbling, Feng Polu had already heard the sound of horseshoes after a long battle. No less than a thousand riders.

"Not good...!" Feng Polu reacted quickly and rushed to his horse. The other people also changed their expressions suddenly. At this time, they didn't care about being tired, and they were agile and mounted their horses one after another.

In the darkness, a group of cavalry had already approached, and they heard a call from there, Feng Polu was about to pat his horse and flee, but when he heard the call, he raised his hand and said, "Wait a minute!"

Everyone thought that the pursuers had arrived and their lives were at stake, so what did Feng Polu wait for.

In a vague way, only a cavalry team of 50 people appeared not far away, and they couldn't see clearly in the night, and they were shining brightly. Hearing the shouts from there, Feng Polu immediately said: " Yes...the barbarians!"

Others listened intently, and soon someone said: "Yes, they are barbarians."

"It seems to be the barbarians who have retreated here." Someone was relieved immediately. The Northwest Army pursued to the foot of Yunshan City. Going to a place with a lot of people, on the contrary, became the target of the Northwest Army's pursuit, so he took the dozens of people under his command and left the brigade secretly.

Thousands of soldiers and horses were all scattered, and they didn't know where they fell. At this time, they heard the shouts of the barbarians. It was obvious that they were soldiers and horses who had withdrawn from the city and rushed here.

Feng Polu straightened his armor, but he saw that group of barbarian cavalry approaching, seeing Feng Polu and others, they all reined in their horses and looked at each other, only to see a cavalryman had turned his horse's head , galloping to the rear.

Feng Polu was worried that if he returned to Hexi with dozens of troops like this, it would be a bit shabby, at least he could gather up the defeated army, and he could lead thousands of troops to withdraw, so he would be able to explain it to some extent.

"Can Shuwutai be with you? Where is Ibrahimovic?" Feng Polu asked in a deep voice.

Those barbarian cavalrymen just rode horses holding swords and didn't speak.

"Ask you, are you all deaf?" Someone beside Feng Polu asked sharply, "Is there anyone who can understand?"

All the barbarian cavalry shook their heads. Feng Polu was about to speak, but suddenly he saw a barbarian soldier take off his fur hat, as if he was sorting out something. Seeing that man, Feng Polu's expression changed suddenly , the people around hadn't reacted for a while, but Feng Polu had already turned his horse's head, and said in a deep voice: "Go quickly...!"

The others were stunned and didn't react for a while, but at this moment, everyone heard the sound of horseshoes coming from the side. In the dark night, only the figure of the cavalry appeared like a ghost, but Feng Polu's face was full of shock. It was a look of horror that had never been seen before. After all, the others were people who had survived a hundred battles. They faintly sensed that something was wrong. For a moment, people shouted and screamed. In just a moment, countless barbarian cavalry were like the moon. It formed a big arc and surrounded Feng Polu and his group. Behind Feng Polu and others, there was a calm lake blocking the way.

"Hou Ye...!" Someone exclaimed in surprise, "These barbarians want to rebel?"

"No...!" Another general had obviously noticed something strange, "Look...look at the tops of their heads...!"

Only then did everyone look over, although most of the barbarian cavalry wore fur caps, and even a few of them wore armor, but a very small number of them were bareheaded.

Not a blade of grass grows, and there is not a hair on the head.

"Yes... are An Lei's people?" Finally someone responded, "They... They are all An Lei's people!"

Although the Yiman tribes have many customs that are the same, and they all live in the Mobei grassland, there are also great differences in customs among many tribes. One of the biggest differences in customs is that the hair buns of many tribes are It is very special. Some tribes have unique hair buns, and their ethnic groups can be judged from their hairstyles.

As for being bareheaded and without hair, there is not only one tribe in the Mobei Grassland, but among the four tribes who came to Xishan this time, only the cavalry of An Lei's tribe did not grow hair. I really thought that these barbarian cavalry were also scattered soldiers. When they saw someone with a bare head on the other side, they immediately knew that something was wrong.

An Lei led nearly [-] soldiers and horses under his command to retreat, and Van Persie followed suit, which eventually led to the defeat of Qiufengyuan. The enemies of Qin.

Feng Polu was not stupid, after thinking about it, he naturally understood that An Lei had other plans to withdraw before the battle, but it is undeniable that An Lei harbored hatred for himself.

Because of the brave blade, An Lei kidnapped Shu Chitai. Although Feng Polu came forward to solve it later, the method he used was also very domineering. In front of An Lei's troops, he was beaten with a horsewhip.

There is no doubt that whipping a tribal warrior with a horsewhip is obviously treating him like a servant, without giving a trace of respect.

And Feng Polu earned his reputation by attacking the barbarians, and he was invincible in the Mobei grassland, so the Mobei barbarians regarded Feng Polu as the god of killing, even those barbarian chiefs were humble to Feng Polu, because of this, Feng Polu had never looked down upon barbarians in his bones, and indeed he regarded barbarians as his servants.

It's just that he forgot that the barbarians attach great importance to reputation. In the eyes of the barbarians, names can be lost, but reputations cannot be humiliated.

Because of the brave blade, An Lei is not afraid of great changes, and dared to kidnap Shu Chitai, which also shows that he values ​​his reputation, and Feng Polu beat him with a horsewhip in public, how could An Lei not hold grudges in his heart?

At this time, the cavalry who surrounded them were all An Lei's men and horses, and Feng Polu knew that things were going to be dangerous.

Soon there was silence all around. The barbarian cavalry rode on horseback, holding sabers in their hands, looking at Feng Polu and his men like a pack of wolves staring at their prey. Everyone under Feng Polu knew that disaster was imminent, and they all held sabers in their hands. However, everyone knew that facing thousands of barbarian cavalry with just a few dozen people was undoubtedly an egg against a stone.

"An Lei, get out of here!" After a moment of silence, Feng Polu finally roared loudly: "You bastard, how dare you betray me!"

But he heard a horse neighing, and then he rode out slowly from the crowd, with a burly figure and a gloomy face, it was An Lei.

An Lei held a scimitar in his hand, and stared at Feng Polu with his eyes like a wolf. Suddenly, he burst out laughing, and all the barbarian cavalrymen around him also laughed wildly.

"Shut up!" Feng Polu sternly roared, the momentum was astonishing, and the laughter stopped abruptly.

Feng Polu saw that his stern roar seemed to calm down the barbarians, he immediately felt a little confident, and said in a deep voice: "An Lei, I will know that you have resentment in your heart, but don't forget that your chief is still in Hexi, don't you? Do you want to disregard the safety of your chief?" Shaking the reins slightly, in order to show that he was still calm, he urged the horse to take a few steps forward, "An Lei, as long as you go back to Hexi with this general and plead guilty to the Holy One, your The chief is naturally safe and sound, and even you, this general, might as well explain to the Holy One...!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a "poof", and then felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, his expression froze, and he lowered his head slowly, only to find that an arrow had actually shot into his abdomen.

This arrow was unusually strange, without any signs, but it came from nowhere.

"You...!" Feng Polu's heart felt cold for a while, and then he heard the sound of "whoosh, whoosh", and saw a burst of arrows bursting out from the barbarians, and the arrows were like rain. Polu endured the severe pain in his abdomen, and swung his knife to block, but there were screams from behind, and many people fell from their horses amidst the arrows.

An Lei didn't say a word, turned his horse's head, and returned to the crowd, while the barbarian cavalry shot arrows, Feng Polu and others had only the power to resist, and they couldn't rush forward at all. Most of the subordinates have been shot down, and there are only a few left. These people roared and cursed, but the barbarians were cold and terrifying, and they didn't pay attention at all.

Feng Polu had already been hit by more than ten arrows at this time, and the hand that swung the knife had lost all strength. Even the horses sitting on the ground were covered with arrows. Before taking two steps, another dense rain of arrows hit. In the blink of an eye, Feng Polu and his horses were already like hedgehogs.

Feng Polu's eyes were bloodshot, he looked straight ahead, one hand was held up, but the knife in his hand had already landed, his eyes were full of anger, despair, and unwillingness, he shouted with all his strength: "The beast... ...!" But he couldn't hold on any longer and fell off the horse.

Soon, all the barbarians retracted their bows, and the night wind was bleak, bringing a strong smell of blood to the surroundings. Feng Polu and dozens of subordinates were lying in a pool of blood, motionless, all dead.

Hearing a call, the barbarian cavalry backed their bows and drew their knives, turned their horses' heads one after another, and continued galloping northward, but in an instant, the wilderness became deathly silent, only dozens of corpses were lying on the icy ground , a few streams of blood flowed into the lake, instantly dyeing the clear water by the lake red.