"Where the thief chief flees, suffer death!"

Just as he endured the severe pain of the wound in his heart, and turned his hatred at Kebineng, a loud cry interrupted his resentment and curse, and pulled him back to reality. Suddenly, but when he saw a Han general suddenly killed not far in front of him, the loud shouts came from his mouth, which seemed to be a common name before the war, so as to show his bright and upright style.

This person is not Zhang Liao, but Zhao Yun and Zhao Zilong, who have had several relationships with Bundun.

The moment he heard the sound and came back to his senses, he was so frightened that he crooked his body and almost fell off the horse. Immediately, without thinking about it, bared his teeth and endured the pain, instinctively drew his saber, and waved his arms.

Suddenly, the three-foot Qingfeng collided with the long-standing gun, splashing dazzling sparks and banging. The moment the sword collided with the spear, the sword in one hand shook violently as if it had been struck by lightning, and the right hand holding the sword was instantly shaken open, and the door was wide open, unobstructed, and his life hung by a thread. Between the lightning and flint, the cold light of the spear pierced the sky, cut off the airflow, and stabbed straight to the heart of the man, Huo Ran was a fatal shot. If he is stabbed by this shot, it is a spear piercing the heart, and even if he has nine lives, he will definitely die.

When his life was at stake, but seeing that his right hand was shaken open, he instantly let go, threw the saber hard, and the three-foot long sword flipped horizontally in the air a few times back and forth, and then flew towards Zhao Yun, who was riding a horse and stabbing at him. At the same time, the reins of the reins were slammed with his left hand, forcing the mount under his crotch to endure the pain, neighing and stopping suddenly, and then standing upright, resisting the gentian spear stabbed by Zhao Yun with the broad body of the war horse.

"Sigh——— dada!"

The war horse neighed, and the mount under the crotch of the forcibly reined in was erect. And in his uprightness, he was driven by instinct, and with only a pair of hind hooves, he quickly retreated, trying to pull away. Avoid the oncoming Gentian spears. And Zhao Yun, who was galloping on his horse, was about to rush to kill Badun, but was blocked by the saber thrown by Badun's backhand and had to dodge to dodge. At the same time as evading, the original stabbing shot that was intended to be won was also fired, thus missing the best opportunity to kill Badun. Invisibly, it left a respite for Badun, so that Ratun narrowly escaped this fatal blow. Survive the danger and save your life.

"Bang ——— drive!" As soon as the black-fated horse landed, Badun, who had escaped death, couldn't wait to turn his horse's head. Fighting his horse and galloping, he rushed straight into the battle between the two armies on the right, trying to escape from the chaotic battlefield fighting. After all, Zhao Yun was in front of him at the moment, and the road ahead was blocked. Forcing him to make a detour to the right of the battlefield. With the help of the cover and resistance of the barbarian soldiers, wait for the opportunity to flee for your life.

In the sound of the horse's hooves, while beating the horse and fleeing, he turned sideways to look at Zhao Yun, who was also chasing after him, and saw that Zhao Yun was in hot pursuit, he was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, grinning his teeth, and his eyes were full of hideousness. At this time, the wound he had just hastily bandaged was bleeding profusely. The red blood stained the black armor, but he didn't care about the pain. One mind is focused on how to escape for one's life, and there is no other thought.

In a hurry, he leaned over and pulled out a long-handled war knife with a broken blade inserted in the corpse, rushed into the battlefield with all his strength, and slashed a Wuwei battalion cavalryman with a wave of his hand, and threw away the mutilated war knife, took away his halberd, and continued to charge. At this moment, he was like a wounded tiger, his attack was fierce and fierce, and an ordinary halberd was as indestructible as a divine weapon in his hand, rampage, and unstoppable. Unconsciously, many barbarian soldiers gathered around him and followed him all the way to the Dongshan Pass, which greatly reduced the pressure on Bandun and relaxed his tense mind slightly.

As soon as his mind was relieved, the sharp pain in his body came to his heart again, and he was so painful that he suddenly groaned, his eyes were full of tears, and his flushed cheeks were extremely distorted, and he was extremely hideous. It can be seen from this that he has endured so much pain, and what a severe pain has tortured such an iron tower-like man to tears.

However, the severe pain was not enough to destroy the rock-solid will of Badun, but the bleeding from the wound was quickly taking away his strength, causing him to use a huge amount of strength every time he swung the halberd, and the halberd seemed to become heavier and heavier, making it impossible for him to handle. Gradually, every time he wielded the halberd, he had to pay a huge price, the blood from the wound did not stop, the vitality also faded, and the eerie aura of death was approaching him, and quickly enveloped him.

Even a man who is beaten with iron can't withstand such a violent massive blood loss. In the brave fighting, not only did he not get any treatment, but he had to fight desperately, so that the wounds were torn open again and again, and the bleeding became more and more. As blood loss intensifies, life naturally and rapidly drains away, and death looms close.

"Ah———!h The sudden screams poured into his ears, and he was extremely tired at this moment, a pair of eyelids became extremely heavy, and the halberd in his hand dragged on the ground, and his movements became extremely slow. The moment he heard the screams, he wanted to turn his head to look, but he didn't know when his neck became very stiff, and the simple movement of turning his head had become extremely difficult and difficult at the moment. But this did not hinder his keen hearing, and from the sound he could hear that this scream was the voice of Nanlou, and it was also the last voice left by Nanlou in the world, and it was not an exaggeration to say that it was a swan song.

Suddenly, he felt a burst of sadness inexplicably, and his heart was extremely desolate.

Nanlou is the only strong opponent in the Wuhuan tribe who can match him, and he has always been regarded as a thorn in the flesh in his side, and Chao Siwei wants to get rid of it as soon as possible, and get rid of the big trouble in his heart. But just now, at the time of life and death, it was Nanlou who stepped forward and saved his life from Zhang Liao's knife, allowing him to survive until now, but Nanlou lost his life because of this, and hurriedly finished his life, leaving only a miserable scream at the end.

Without even thinking about it, he knew that Nanlou must have died under Li Li's knife. Before this, Badun had not heard allusions such as the tragedy of the rabbit and the fox, but his mood at the moment was extremely sad and sad, his mind was full of remorse and self-blame, and he was a little guilty. He hated Kebi to the core, regretted his self-esteem all along, and blamed himself for the tragic death of Nanlou, and felt deeply guilty.

Immersed in remorse and guilt, he shed two lines of tears again. At this moment, as if he had come to a great understanding, he no longer wielded his halberd to kill, nor did he run, Le Ma stopped among dozens of barbarian soldiers, and looked up at the sky vigorously.

It was already dark, night was approaching, the heat was receding, and the evening breeze was blowing, but the air was not refreshing, but the rich, pungent smell of blood.

Looking up at the sky, Bunton's biggest dream was to conquer the entire grassland and become a grassland overlord like Qiu Liju; If possible, he also dreamed of entering the Central Plains, occupying all the territories north of the Yellow River, and herding horses in the Central Plains. But now he realizes how naïve, ridiculous, arrogant, and stupid he is. He is bent on becoming the overlord of the grassland and becoming a powerful being that surpasses Qiu Liju, but he is not Qiu Liju after all, and the shape he faces is completely different from that of Qiu Liju's era, just as Kebineng can never achieve the glory of Tanshi Huai. Because the enemies in front of them are not the weak Emperor Huan of Han and Emperor Ling, let alone the Emperor Liu Xie, who died of sudden illness, but Xiliang Li Li, who has the name of the emperor but has the reality of the emperor. As long as Li Li is alive, the tribes around the Han Dynasty will never have a bright future, and it is fortunate that they can protect themselves, otherwise the final direction of the tribe will not be able to escape the fate of merger and integration, and even ?????? Ashes, complete extinction.

Before this battle, Bun Dun did not have this kind of awareness, because he did not think that he would be defeated at all, let alone that the brave and warlike Wuhuan warriors would be defeated at the hands of the timid and cowardly Han army. Until this moment, about seventy percent of the men of the Wuhuan tribe have been slaughtered on the battlefield, and after the once powerful Wuhuan Iron Cavalry was defeated by the Xiliang Iron Cavalry twice, Bun Dun finally knew that he was afraid, and he personally experienced the taste of fear, and he also knew how powerful the Han army was, so strong that more than 100,000 barbarian iron cavalry could not shake the terrifying Cheng Dù.

The repeated defeats made Badun completely lose the courage and confidence to compete with the Han army, coupled with his serious injuries at this time, as well as the rapid loss of vitality, he was really afraid. Afraid of the Xiliang Army under Li Li, afraid that the Wuhuan tribe would be wiped out because of this, and even more worried that he would die because of this, he was shown to the public by the generals of the Han army.

Immersed in grief and remorse, he lay languid on his horse's back, his eyelids were unusually heavy, his head was groggy, his vision was flickering, and he was on the verge of coma.

However, sooner or later, someone must pay for an unprecedented bloody battle, or the flames of this war will not be extinguished.

"Death to the thief chieftain!" Just as he was groggy with his eyes closed, a deafening shout poured into his eardrums, prompting him to instinctively open his eyes and follow the prestige. The vision was hazy, but he saw a familiar figure appear in his line of sight, and quickly zoomed in and became clear. At this moment, Bun Dun recognized that the person in front of him was Zhang Liao, who had severely injured him, and then a bright and piercing cold light filled his sight.

In a flash of cold light, a head flew into the sky, and the body that lost its head burst out full of blood, splashing more than a foot high, and the blood mist was filled. Under the knife, a generation of heroes from the Wuhuan tribe was completely liberated, and his head ascended to heaven, but his body fell into hell.

He didn't let out the last scream when he was beheaded by Zhang Liao, but this scene was still seen by people with a heart, and his expression changed greatly and he was extremely frightened. This heart-warming person who was greatly frightened by the killing of Badun was none other than Kebineng, the leader of the Xianbei in central China, who had been paying attention to the changes in the situation on the battlefield.

As the initiator of the battle of White Wolf Mountain, Kebineng wanted to take advantage of the fisherman, but he was unexpectedly clever and mistaken by cleverness, and he couldn't harm others and end up harming himself. Instead of becoming a fisherman, he acted as the vanguard under Li Li, and fought with the right wing of the barbarian army led by Badun, and the 20,000 Xianbei iron cavalry were almost wiped out.

Now that he was beheaded by Zhang Liao, Kebi Neng, who witnessed this scene, felt a sense of sadness for the rabbit and the dead fox, and an unprecedented fear came to his heart. Suddenly, he vaguely felt that the aura of death was coming towards him, and the ghost of Badun, who had taken the first step, was waiting for him not far away, and waved to him warmly??????

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