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Chapter 318 Desperate Counterattack

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    Huo Si is not an unlearned Mongolian. In fact, he can speak Chinese. Although he is not proficient in Han culture, he can pick up many famous allusions at his fingertips, such as Ban Chao's mission to the Western Regions.

    The allusion is correct, it is very similar to the current situation.

    In Duoyan¡¯s camp, Huo Si was a guest and Qin Kan was also a guest. The host was equally enthusiastic about the guests, but the guests began to have trouble dealing with each other.

    Wu Enqi is the most powerful warrior of the Huoshai tribe. After Huoshai's order was given, Wu Enqi quietly retreated with more than 20 people.

    The bonfire party in the distance is still full of joy, and the men and women in the tribe are singing and dancing around the bonfire. For the Duoyan tribe, there are not many such good days.  Yanfu closed the Kaiyuan and Guangning cities due to the War, and Duoyan's life became difficult. The tribes struggling to survive in the cracks were not so lucky to have plenty of food and fish every day. In fact, they were better off than beggars when they were poor.  It's not much. There are distinguished guests from the tribe today, so they can celebrate the festival by themselves.

    Hua Dang, who was slightly fat, was sitting by the bonfire. He drank a lot of koumiss tonight, and his dark face was already a little red. He held a concubine in one hand and watched the men and women in the tribe dancing, laughing heartily. As of today  The two distinguished guests were not around the bonfire in the evening, and Hua Dang pretended not to know.

    The large silver wine bowl was filled with turbid milky white wine. Hua Dang picked up the bowl and laughed while looking to the left inadvertently. He happened to see Huo Sift's capable subordinate Wu Enqi leading twenty  The rest of the group quietly disappeared into the darkness of the tent group. Hua Dang glanced at Qin Kan's tent on the right, then laughed a few times and sang a few long Mongolian tunes at the top of his lungs. Regardless of whether he sang well or not,  It also attracted a burst of cheers from the men and women of the tribe. Hua Dang raised his head and drank a bowl of kumiss. His body shook a few times and he fell to the ground, drunk.

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    This night seemed peaceful.

    More than 8,000 ceremonial guards entrusted by the Ming Dynasty camped several miles away from the Duoyan tribe. Huo Shi came as a guest, bringing only dozens of followers. In the Duoyan camp, the bonfire in the middle had gradually extinguished, and he was tired of singing.  The tired and drunk people lay down on the grass and fell asleep, snoring loudly.

    Several groups of patrolling Duoyan warriors pressed the hilts of their scimitars and walked around the camp carelessly. From time to time, they looked warily at the camp of the Ming army and saw a drunk Mongolian man on the ground talking nonsense in his sleep.  , then lightly kicked him a few times, laughed and cursed a few times.

    Everything was so peaceful and peaceful. From the extinguished bonfire, curls of clear smoke rose up, bringing with it a hint of loneliness and desolation after a bit of joy. Mongolians were sleeping all over the place beside the bonfire, and the surroundings were filled with snoring and residual sleep.  The wine smells good, and the night on the grassland is very cold, but people don't seem to feel the cold when sleeping next to the fire where the remaining warmth is still there.

    Taking advantage of the dark night, more than 20 people quietly emerged from a tent on the east side, carefully avoiding the patrolling warriors, and walked towards the group of tents on the west side.

    Wearing black clothes and holding Mongolian scimitars in their hands, they crouched like more than two dozen agile cheetahs, cautiously approaching their prey.

    In silence, they surrounded a large tent with a thick felt on the top and a golden silk border. It looked quite luxurious. More than 20 people couldn't help but hold their breath, but their eyes showed the fear before a pack of wolves preyed on them.  Excitement shines.

    The leader smiled silently and ferociously, waved his right hand, and more than 20 people swarmed up waving scimitars. The sharp blades cut through the tent, and the shouts of killing also cut through the tranquility of the grassland.

    "Kill the dog officials of the Ming court!" the leader shouted loudly in Mongolian.

    There were several shouts and curses, and when the Duoyan warriors on night watch hurried over with torches, more than twenty people had already rushed into the tent, and they could only hear the clanking of swords inside.

    The entire Duoyan camp was awake. With their sleepy eyes open, they subconsciously pulled out the scimitars at their waists and looked around warily.

    When the Duoyan warriors gathered in front of the imperial envoy's tent of the Ming Dynasty were hesitating whether to rush out, there was a muffled bang, and a Mongolian man in black flew out in a strange posture and fell heavily on his back outside the tent.  He stared blankly at the sky, his breath was gone. His chest ribs were all broken, and there was a small hole as big as a fist in the middle. It was obvious that he had been hit by a very overbearing punch, and he was dead.

    There was silence in the tent for a while, and then there were loud popping noises, screams and howls soon came out, and the last soundless corpses were thrown out of the tent.

    Clang!

    The Duoyan warrior outside the tent looked at this strange scene, his mouth wide open in shock, and he couldn't help but hold the scimitar in his hand.Suddenly, a roar of extreme grief and anger came from the tent.

    At the same time, Hua Dang was sitting in the big tent, slowly drinking goat milk tea. The more she drank the slightly fishy milk tea, the more energetic she became, and she had fully woken up from the remaining three points of drunkenness from last night.

    The chaotic sounds outside had already reached his ears, but he sat motionless inside the tent, as if he hadn't heard anything.

    The influence of clan blood is huge. Huadang finally chose to lean towards the Mongols, preferring to form an alliance with Huoshi, even if it means seeking skin from a tiger, rather than trusting the Han people. For more than a hundred years, Duoyan has been misled by the Han people.

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    A handsome man stumbled into the tent and stammered: "But, Khan"

    Hua Dang glanced at it calmly and said with a smile: "Did the imperial envoy of the Ming court die under the sieve of fire? Did the Han people's eight thousand soldiers and horses make any changes?"

    "No, it's not Huo Si ran away and was beaten away by the Han people!"

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