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"Reporting..." Master, something terrible has happened. " Just then, another servant ran in and said angrily: "Master, all the Pitiful Moslems Tribes at the north side of Tianxi County City have submitted to the Han army, causing them to gather all three ten thousand people horses, and split into three groups as they charged towards us."

"What?" Dahuru was shocked, her eyes stared straight at the servant: "Where are they already?"

"Master, they have already reached the mountain range, they are only half a day away from here." The servant quickly said.

"Damned thing, why did you only report it now?" Dahuru glared at the servant angrily, but he could not bother with the servant anymore, she immediately ordered the butler: "Immediately send people to inform the tribes, tell them to keep the old people and children, the young and robust men and women immediately retreat back to korean."

"Yes sir!" The butler replied and turned around to leave. His heart was filled with fear, he wished he could leave this place early and go to korean's territory. At least, the Han army should not be able to chase after the korean. If the Han and korean people fought, they probably wouldn't think of them anymore.

"Wait a minute," Dahuru beckoned with her hand. When the butler turned around, he said fiercely, "Inform the tribes to burn the crops. They definitely won't leave any grain for the Han army."

"Yes sir!" The butler, Goddard, clasped his hands together before turning around and leaving the hall.

Due to the continuous rain, the roads in the mountains became even more muddy. If they were not careful, they would fall, and even their horses' hooves would slip. The mounted soldiers had no choice but to jump off their horses and ride with them, seriously affecting the speed of the troop.

"What kind of weather is this? Are we letting them live?" "If it's a few more days, I'm afraid that even the stones will get soaked." Sun Guan slipped and almost fell down. He could not help but scold in anger.

"Haha …" Wu Dun laughed, and shook off the mud on his feet: What are you so anxious about? We don't have to go to war, we just have to scare them, there's no need to be so fast! "

Indeed, Sun Guan and Wu Dun were not in a hurry to travel, but were walking slowly towards the Dahuru Tribe. They sent out large numbers of exorcism troops to search for their way forward with great fanfare. Not to mention ambushing them, even the Pitiful Moslems scouts who were hiding on the mountain path and spying on them were scared to the point of running away.

Other than defending the city, they gathered their three ten thousand people s and split them into three groups, pouncing majestically towards the Dahuru. Actually, they did not want to eliminate the Pitiful Moslems, but wanted to create a situation where they could pressure him with their presence, scaring him away and forcing him to run to korean's territory.

"Reporting..." Master, all the tribes of Pitiful Moslems are fleeing towards the south. But as they ran, they set fire to the crops. It's just that because of the continuous rain and the wet orange stalks of the crops, they didn't start a fire. " A scout ran over and reported to Sun Guan and Wu Dun.

"Haha …" The heavens are truly on my side! " Sun Guan raised his head and looked at the dusky sky, suddenly he liked the rainy weather: "Those vicious Pitiful Moslems, they actually wanted to burn the crops. Who knew that the sky wouldn't listen to their wishes, the orange pole is too wet, so they can't burn it."

"Hehe …" Who was it that was cursing the weather just now? Why did you suddenly like the weather again? " Wu Dun laughed, pretending to be serious as he said, "Be careful when you speak from now on. If you offend the heavens, be careful when you get struck by thunder."

"Only an old fellow like Dahuru should be struck by lightning. He actually wanted to burn down the crops, and wasn't willing to leave us a single grain." Thinking of the Dahuru's viciousness, Sun Guan said furiously, "If we capture him, we must definitely starve him to death!"

"Reporting..." Master, there are two Pitiful Moslems s who claim to be and Li Da's messengers. Not long after, another scout came over to report.

"Oh …" Ever since he sent the two of them to attack Dalic Tribe, he did not know anything about these two fellows. Sun Guan immediately waved his hand, "Quickly call them over."

Not long later, the scout brought two messengers of the Pitiful Moslems. Sun Guan looked and saw that it was actually those two unlucky bastards whose ears had been cut off by the Dahuru. They walked forward, bowed and said: "Reporting to my lord, Zhang Hu, Li Da, the two masters followed Dalic Tribe, and chased south."

Sun Guan waved his hands, allowing the two Pitiful Moslems s to leave. He turned his head and said to Wu Dun: "Zhang Hu, Li Da, these two fellows are bold and greedy, aren't you afraid of being surrounded by the Pitiful Moslems?"

"You can't blame them for this, didn't you tell them to adapt to the situation?" Wu Dun glanced at Sun Guan, and said thoughtfully: "We should immediately report this to the Lord General, and at the same time adjust our tactics. Otherwise, we really might cause Zhang Hu and Li Da to fall into a passive situation."

"You're right!" Sun Guan thought for a while, then called over the herald: "Report to the Lord General immediately, tell them that the Pitiful Moslems has fled to the korean's territory, and request for instructions. He also informed all the cavalrymen to increase their speed and catch up with him. At the same time, inform the Wasteland soldier, and ask them to leave a portion of their troops behind to take over Pitiful Moslems's village, and the others to continue chasing after the Pitiful Moslems.

Zhang Hu and Li Da tightly held onto the remaining Pitiful Moslems s of the Dalic Tribe, and chased for three days in a single breath. Borrowing the advantage of their horses, the Han Army finally surrounded them all in a valley. After a short and intense battle, the Dalic Tribe was completely wiped out.

"Let's go back."

After cleaning up the battlefield, Zhang Hu waved his hand and ordered the convoy to return to the north, as he prepared to return to cavalry brigade to report to the main generals Sun Guan and Wu Dun. This mission to attack the Dalic Tribe should have been completed perfectly. Even though he had chased them for three days, he had not allowed them to escape.

"Reporting..." Milords, something is not good, there are more than two thousand korean people in front blocking our way, and they are currently fighting with our front lines! Just as Zhang Hu and Li Da were leading the group back to the north, scout suddenly ran over to report.

"korean?" Zhang Hu and Li Da realised that after chasing for three days, they had already reached the korean. Of course the two of them knew about Sun Guan and Wu Dun's plans, they just didn't know where Sun Guan and Wu Dun had already gone to.

"Let's go to the front to take a look."

When Zhang Hu and Li Da rushed to the front of the mountain, they realised that the people of korean had already occupied the main road and were blocking the path of the great army. The Pitiful Moslems had already been beaten back by the korean. They had lost dozens of people, and most of them had been killed by the Arrows.

However, they quickly realised that the korean were small and old. The weapons in their hands were all hunting knife s and bows, and they did not even have any armor. It was obvious that they were not a regular army, but a group of hunters.

"He is really reckless, he actually wants to stop us!" Looking at the korean man opposite of him, Zhang Hu sneered: Pass down the order, the first to fifth squadron get off their horses and follow me in a charge. The other squadrons wait at the back, I want to see how strong the korean people are!

Since the people of korean were all riding on the hillside, occupying the advantageous terrain, riding horses to charge at the target was too big, and the people of korean were all hunters, so the loss of war horses to charge would be huge. All the soldiers had armor and shields, so it was much safer to charge with soldiers.

"Kill …"

Over two thousand cavalrymen holding shields and long knife were charging up the mountain while shouting. Whether it was the Korean Army Soldiers or the newly joined Pitiful Moslems, their excellent equipment caused their morale to rise, especially when they saw the simple and crude equipment of the korean, they were extremely confident.

Just like the Pitiful Moslems, those korean people were half farmers and half hunters. They would go hunting whenever they had nothing to do, and their archery was superb. However, they had met a formidable foe today. Since the Han army was made up of both armor and shields, it would not be easy to shoot them down. Only the Pitiful Moslems s only had shields and no armor. They had shot down more than a hundred people.

"Kill …"

The Arrows s of the korean did not manage to block the attack of the Han army, and the Han army quickly reached the hillside. The korean people started to run, and some of the korean people even threw away their bows, not fighting against the Han army at all. Zhang Hu waved his hand, leading the soldiers and chasing forward.

"Sixth and seventh cavalry, attack!"

Wu Dun who was waiting at the bottom of the mountain immediately ordered his cavalry to chase after the korean when he saw that they were running away. Climbing the mountain and attacking was something that the cavalry couldn't do, but once the enemies were scattered, chasing them would be their forte. No matter how fast they ran, they wouldn't be able to run away on four legs.

"Catch me a live one!"

Seeing the riders rush to his front, Zhang Hu had no choice but to stop and shout at the riders. Now that he was in korean's territory, he could see clearly and catch a few korean's people to find out who he was fighting against.

"Lord, there's a living being here."

Before the riders could get far, a few of the Pitiful Moslems s caught hold of a korean disciple and dragged him over. Zhang Hu looked and saw that it was an old man from the korean who had her leg injured by the Pitiful Moslems. He looked at the old man from korean and asked coldly: "Who are you? Why did you stop us? "

"Reporting to the Lord, we are from the Li Jing Tribe. The Lord Chief ordered for us to come. They say that the bandits have intruded into the territory of the Lord Chief and they want to exterminate the bandits here. " The old man from korean was rather happy and spoke without thinking.

This surprised Zhang Hu, they actually understood what that old man from the korean was talking about. In fact, the people of Triple Korea were the future generations of Koreans. Their language was very similar to the Han Chinese, especially to the dialects of the Qindi region. That was why the imperial government at that time had called the Triple Korea Qin. It was said that when Xiang Yu exterminated Qin, some of the Qin warriors hid in Tri-Korean Region, bringing along their words and language.

However, Zhang Hu was not in the mood to understand why. He raised his head and said proudly: "We are the officials of the Great man of the sky, coming here to chase after the traitors. Not only did your leader not come to welcome us, he even sent you to attack us. Tell me, how far is your tribe from here? I want to explain it to him! "

When the old man from the korean heard that it was an official army from the Great man of the sky, she became slightly nervous, and her gaze became even more respectful. He really thought that Zhang Hu was thinking of finding the Lord Chief to explain himself, so he said hurriedly: "Reporting to my Lord, the tribe is within a few hundred kilometers of here, and my Lord Chief's castle is less than five kilometers away from here."

"Oh …" Not even ten miles? " Suddenly, a bold idea popped out in Zhang Hu's mind. He looked at the old man from korean, his expression becoming much gentler: "Tell me, how many people does your clan have? How many people are guarding your Lord Chief's castle? "

"Reporting to the Lord, our tribe has a ten thousand people. Usually, only three hundred people guard the castle. What came to stop Master today was a temporary meeting convened by the commander of the Lord Chief. It said that for every Pitiful Moslems killed, one would be rewarded with one hundred kilograms of food. " The old man lowered his head and whispered.

Zhang Hu stared at the old man from the korean and said indifferently: "You have intercepted the army of the Sky Dynasty, your entire family shall be punished according to the rules. As long as you take us to see your Lord Chief, I will reward you with three hundred kilograms of food. How about it? "

"Thank you, Sir!" The old man from korean knelt down in gratitude and kowtowed to Zhang Hu.