North of the Pan River, the forest grassland.

A battle that had just been rushed had just ended, and the wails, banters, and laughter were endless.

The gray smoke filled the air, but the traces of people had disappeared, and they came and went in a hurry.

For a long time, this heavy smell of blood attracted a group of gray wolves, which was a rare feast for them, where they desperately devoured flesh and blood, and when they were happy, they raised their heads to the sky and let out a cheerful howl, which echoed in the night sky for a long time!

The wolves are the scavengers on the grassland, years of conquest and killing, countless corpses are almost piled up into a mountain, after the war there will be a great epidemic, all relying on these cruel predators, the corpses of those who died in the war will be dusted and dusted, and finally become nutrients to re-nourish this land that nourishes all living beings!

It's a cycle!

Derived from solar energy, intelligent protection.

"Blood stains the yellow sand, flesh and bones feed the wolves!" For the steppe people who believe in immortality, this is the ultimate destination of a warrior, and it is glory!

Looking at the bloody feast in front of her and listening to the wolf howl that was close at hand, Anuda grinned.

Standing on a high slope not far from his horse, he took a deep breath and let out a trumpet sound like a wolf king summoning a pack of wolves, which was endless.

Immediately after that, there was the rolling horn.

As the sound of the horn continued to spread into the distance, a group of fierce steppe riders rushed out of the night, all gathered at the foot of the high slope.

"Whew! Oh! ......" A howl that resounded through the sky came from the mouths of these cavalrymen, looking at the sky and roaring, shocking the wilderness, and even in the meadow, the wolves wandering around immediately scattered and fled .......

If there is any creature in the world that is more vicious and terrifying than wolves, it is people

Man is the most powerful beast in the world! And the Huns are self-proclaimed beasts of beasts!

They were either in groups of thirty or fifty people, or in groups of one hundred and ten, and in the blink of an eye they had gathered more than a dozen horse teams, and the riders of different horse teams were holding swords in their hands, and the walls were vigilant against each other.

In this gray grassland area, there is no friendship between people, and friends who are together today may become enemies tomorrow.

And today's enemies may gather tomorrow to drink and talk.

In this world where knives speak, people only recognize strength, who is the strongest, who has the fastest knife, and who hates the most is their wolf king.

Tonight, more than a dozen different Hun teams gathered together, which is also a great spectacle in this area, and when they met in the past, they often did not say a word, drawing their swords against each other, but now they all waited there honestly, like a group of wild wolves waiting to set off to feed

The wolves roared in the sky, and on the high slope, a sturdy and burly Hun man stood proudly on his horse, looking at the bright moon, and was quietly thinking about something.

None other than Anunda!

At the age of twenty-five, he was at the peak of his career as a steppe rider, his hair cut short with a knife and tied directly behind his head, looking quaint and savage, and his angular face was covered with scars.

That was the sword and frost soldier on the prairie, leaving traces for him.

Most of the riders on the grassland have all kinds of scars, and who has not been injured in years of fighting, just like those wild wolves, their bodies are full of traces of bites.

In their eyes, these wounds are the medals of warriors and the supreme glory.

Only a coward who hides in a yurt like a marmot will be bare; On the grassland, men regard scars as beauty, and it is even difficult for a man without scars to marry a wife.

The wolf's skin draped diagonally over his shoulders is a symbol of the steppe warriors, and the gold ring hanging from his left ear indicates that Anuda is still from a noble background.

The Huns are still left, the left is precious, and non-big nobles can not decorate gold, although there are many riders around the roaring back and forth, but people can still see at a glance that he is the core of here, the temperament of the superior is that the tattered clothes on the body can not cover the slightest.

Now, they responded to Yuan Shao's call and came here.

Anuda's gaze was deep.

He knew Yuan Shao's name, and even the Yuan family was kind to him in the past.

Of course, that is not the reason why he sent troops, the real reason is still not escaping one word - money!

For the poor grassland people, Yuan Shao's request this time was definitely an astronomical amount of money, so big that countless warriors threw their heads and spilled their blood for it, anyway, in this place, the most worthless thing is human life.

You must know that on weekdays, for an iron pot and a belt of salt, they can draw their swords against each other, not to mention that they are now facing the rich property given by Yuan Shao?

Even Anunda, who prides herself on being well-informed, is not just as excited.

When the clever wolves hunt, they do not immediately pounce, but send small forces to follow and follow the prey, until the situation of the prey is clear, and then launch a lore strike at a suitable time.

If you want to survive on the grassland, you must be like a pack of wolves, ferocious, cunning, intelligent, and most importantly, you must have enough patience!

However, their tentative attack did not go well, and several teams of outposts that went to reconnoiter disappeared inexplicably, and in the savannah, disappearance is synonymous with death, and sure enough, after some searching, they found their corpses that had been eaten by wild wolves in the wilderness.

This surprised him, and he couldn't help but be impressed by the strength of this Han army, but the warriors he sent out were all warriors on the grassland, all of them were skilled in archery and horses, and they were ruthless, but none of them came back......

The lone wolf will not attack the prey that he can't swallow, it will gather its partners and use the collective strength of the wolves to tear up the opponent, and he who can't swallow this Han army with his own identity immediately used his identity to issue a hunting order to all the Huns on the nearby grassland, which is why the army gathers tonight.

The Huns did not have a war strategy, because they did not have their own national script, and the ability to fight a war came from life and nature, because they had the best tactical instructor --- wolf.

Anuda shook the whip in his hand slightly, and immediately made a judgment, his sense of war was as sensitive as a wolf, and from these scattered messages he smelled the smell of a powerful opponent, which made him very excited.

The meaning of the prairie man's life is to ride the fastest horse, use the best sword, rob the most beautiful woman, and defeat the most powerful enemy!

"Warriors of the grassland, a huge fat sheep has appeared in front of you, let us pounce on it like a pack of wolves, enjoy the fattest flesh and blood, and offer the most sacred sacrifice to the great Immortal Heaven with endless blood and soul!"

With a scimitar in his hand and pointing diagonally at the sky, Anuda gave the order to plunder to the Huns who gathered at the bottom of the slope.