Three Kingdoms: At the beginning, I revealed to Liu Bei that I was a time traveler

Chapter 360

Northwest of Baitan City.

More than 1,000 Xianbei herdsmen drove tens of thousands of cattle and sheep and were moving in the direction of Baitancheng.

The city was approaching, and the herdsmen were relieved, planning to set up camp on the spot, ready to rest in Baitan City.

Just as they set up their tents, lit their bonfires, and prepared to cook~.

Woo woo ~ ~

The sound of the horn of the hollow came from the west to the north.

The Xianbei herdsmen became alert, stood up in twos and threes, and looked in the direction of the horn sound.

I saw a dust and fog covering the sky, and it was coming.

Dust storm?

The herders frowned, and hurriedly tried to tie their tents tightly so that a sudden sandstorm would blow away their freshly set tents.

"It's the Han Army!"

"The banner of the Han army!"

The sharp-eyed Xianbei herdsmen recognized the looming Han army banner in the sandstorm.

All of them were shocked, and they all raised their heads and looked in the direction of the sandstorm.

I saw that in the rolling dust and mist, countless cavalry figures, like ghost soldiers from hell, were roaring in the direction of Baitan City and towards their camp.

"Cavalry, it's the cavalry of the Han army!"

"Go and report to the king!"

"The Han army is coming!"

The herdsmen were stunned and panicked, screaming one after another.

They didn't care about making a fire to cook, they didn't care about their tents, cattle and sheep, so they hurriedly turned on their horses and tried to escape.

It's late.

The Han cavalry came too fast, and before they had time to mount their horses, they were already swept in like a frenzy.

In an instant, people's heads flew wildly, and blood mist covered the sky.

More than 1,000 Xianbei herdsmen were killed by the Han army in the blink of an eye, and one person turned on his back, and the ghost cried wolf.

The vanguard of the Han army led by the "Pang" banner razed this Xianbei camp to the ground in a way that destroyed the withering and decaying.

Pound Dele held the war horse, stepped on the wolf flag of the Xianbei people, and looked in the direction of Baitan City.

The tents of the Xianbei people in front of them were densely covered with grasslands.

Pound's eyes were instantly bloodshot, like a hungry tiger rushing into the flock, and his blood was so excited that his blood was overflowing.

"Follow me!"

"Kill all the Xianbei people you see!"

"I'm going to be the first to enter Baitan City and cut off Budugen's head!"

Pang De was so excited that the blood knife pointed in the direction of Baitan City, roaring and roaring.

The soldiers of the Han army behind him, like a pack of lions, carried the unfinished killing intent, stepped on the corpses and bones everywhere, and rushed towards the panicked Xianbei people who were holding their heads and running around.

Pound grabbed the horse's belly and slaughtered.

The five thousand iron horsemen in the vanguard took the lead in attacking and killing Baitan City.

Followed by.

Zhao Yun, Ma Chao, Zhang Xiu, and the generals each led the cavalry of their headquarters and attacked them.

On the steppe.

The 50,000 Han army iron cavalry, like ghosts spreading out of the desert, swept towards Baitan City with overwhelming momentum.

An unprecedented killing begins.

In order to raise the clan to the north, Budugen ordered more than a dozen tribes in the eastern Xianbei, nearly 200,000 men and women, all to move to Baitan City to assemble.

According to Budugen's estimates, it will take at least ten days for the Han army's 150,000 troops to reach Baitan City.

Therefore, whether it is Budugen or Xianbei soldiers and civilians, they are completely vigilant at this time, and all their minds are focused on preparing for the northward migration.

The 50,000 iron cavalry of the Han army, like divine soldiers descending from the sky, were killed in the case that the Xianbei people were completely defenseless.

Rivers of blood flowed and bones were everywhere. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

200,000 Xianbei people, like chopping vegetables and melons, were wantonly harvested by the Han army.

The vast bloody road, from ten miles away, stretched all the way to the direction of Baitan City.

Inside the White Sandalwood Castle.

In the king's tent, the smell of wine was pervasive.

The drunken Budugen is still drinking glass after cup at the moment, pouring himself stuffy wine.

He knew that it was probably the most relaxing drink he had ever had before moving north.

Once they move north into the desert, they can only drink the northwest wind and eat sand.

"Liu Bei, Liu Bei, you are really ruthless!"

"I, Xianbei people, have been rooted in the Monan grassland for more than 100 years, and you insist on driving us to Mobei to eat sand!"

"You wait for me, I'll make a comeback early and late and kill back to Monan. "

"At that time, it will be the time for us to settle the old and new hatreds together!"

Budugen swore secretly, another glass of wine, and poured it down.

After a few glasses of wine, Bu Dugen was already drunk for the most part, and he was about to pass on a few Han girls to serve him to bed.

That's when it happened.

Outside the big tent, there seemed to be a faint rumbling of killing.

Then there were guards, who stumbled into the tent and fell on their knees in front of him.

"Your Majesty, it's not good, it's not good. "

"The cavalry of the Han army has come from the northwest and is coming towards my Baitan City!"

Budugen's body was shocked, and he changed color in shock, and the wine glass in his hand fell off his hand and fell to the ground.

The drunken mind was instantly dispersed.

He pushed away the guards, stumbled out of the tent, and looked in the direction of the north.

Budugen gasped, and the whole person froze a little.