Villain: Rule Mobei and become a genius?

After galloping for less than half an hour, the sound of slashing and killing in the distance could be heard faintly.

Tuoba Yuer was extremely worried.

According to Tamuhan, this time it was two tribes that besieged their Tuoba tribe. They were all about the same strength. One could imagine the situation that his eldest brother was in now.

"Catch it." Zhao Zheng released the reins and held the spear in his hand.

Soon, a chaotic battlefield came into view.

The two parties fought against each other and became a mess.

"Big brother."

The miserable screams sounded, and Tuoba Yu'er looked at the battlefield with splitting eyes.

Looking in the direction of Tuoba Yu'er, a rough and arrogant man with his upper body naked was being surrounded by a group of people. His body was full of arrows, and blood was flowing out from inside. He had become a bloody man.

When he heard Tuoba Yu'er's voice, he turned around and yelled: "Hurry up and don't come over."

This voice attracted the attention of those who besieged them.

Some Tamu soldiers looked puzzled.

Didn't his leader go after Tuo Ba Yu'er? Why did the other party come back?

Without enough time to react, the Tamu tribe's cavalry slapped their horses and charged towards Zhao Zheng.

"Capture Tuoba Yu'er alive!"

Zhao Zheng grabbed Tuoba Yu'er's body and threw it out.

She was blocking the front view too much.

"Kill this Central Plains man!"

The Tamu howled and charged.

"Kill me? You have to see if you have the ability?" Zhao Zheng swept out the spear in his hand, and all the seven or eight people who came towards him were knocked down by this shot and fell off their horses.

Pfft!

The spear points pierced each other's necks one by one.

It's all experience.

Zhao Zheng will not give up any chance to make a last hit.

Kill seven people in a row in one round.

Zhao Zheng instantly attracted the attention of many people.

Before they could react, Zhao Zheng took the lead in charging them with a sword in his left hand and a spear in his right hand.

Their attacks were too slow in Zhao Zheng's eyes.

He rushed into the crowd single-handedly, blood sprayed out as he passed, and he forced his way out.

This brought great morale to the Tuoba tribe.

What is the fight?

It's just an aura.

The originally one-sided battlefield has become a little more balanced.

"Warriors of the Tuoba tribe, cheer up for me and kill!"

Tuoba Feng pulled out the arrow from his body and roared angrily.

This scene fell into the eyes of the vicious man on the hillside not far away.

He is the leader of the Solo tribe.

Sorohan watched Zhao Zheng dart around like a harvester and drew out the scimitar in his hand.

"Target Central Plains man, charge!"

If the Central Plains people continue to cause trouble like this, their advantage will disappear. What the Mobei people fear most is a fierce battle.

woo woo woo woo!

Five hundred elite members of the Soluo tribe raised their scimitars and rushed toward Zhao Zheng.

"Hey, block this place and I'll deal with those people." Zhao Zheng shot the person in front of him away and then ordered Tuoba Feng.

"Warrior, be careful, I will block you here." Tuoba Feng wiped the blood from his face.

Now it has become a stalemate here, and the opponent's morale has been destroyed by Zhao Zheng.

Zhao Zheng patted his horse and rushed out of the battlefield, rushing towards this place.

The wave of harvest just now gained another forty points.

Zhao Zheng nodded and added more.

This was simply his dream place.

Seeing Zhao Zheng dare to counterattack, Sorohan was immediately aroused.

It was ridiculous that the Central Plains people dared to charge them on the grassland.

"Tear this Central Plains man to pieces for me, and I will use his head as a ritual weapon."

"Yes! Dear Sorohan! Your loyal warrior will definitely tear off his head."

On the left, a two-meter-tall barbarian with a body as thick as a hill, armed with a mace, knocked away the soldiers in front of him and charged forward arrogantly.

Seeing the other party's interest, the others unconsciously slowed down.

That was the first warrior of the Soro tribe, the Soro Golden Bear, who once surrendered a brown bear with his own strength.

When he took action, the Central Plains man was deemed useless.

"Central Plains people, let you taste the best of the Soluo tribe..."

Pfft!

Before Sorokin Bear could finish speaking, a spear passed through his neck.

The whole person exploded into a ball of blood mist.

The scene was extremely brutal!

"What the hell are you pretending to be!"

Zhao Zheng glanced at the torn opponent, and continued to rush over without slowing down at all.

All at once.

The five hundred elite members of the Soluo tribe panicked.

That is their number one warrior...

They all looked back at Sorohan.

"Look at me and do it for me..."

Pfft!

Before he finished speaking, the long knife instantly penetrated his body like a meteor, driving him off his horse and nailing him to the ground.

Zhao Zheng's hands were empty and he could only turn around and pick up the mace from the ground.

It's not that he likes throwing, but the truth is that he doesn't know any other skills except chopping, slashing, and smashing.

When he just picked up the mace and prepared to charge, Zhao Zheng was stunned.

The five hundred elites were all stunned on their horses, motionless, with no intention of taking action.

"Come here and fight!" Zhao Zheng waved his mace, which were all golden body spots.

"Dear warrior, you have gained the respect of the Soro tribe. I, Sorotu of the Soro tribe, am willing to surrender to you with my people."

The commander-looking man with braided hair jumped off his horse and knelt on the ground.

People in Mobei value individual bravery.

If the leader is strong, they can charge with you and die on the battlefield with no regrets.

But if the leader is weak, they will surrender to the stronger one without hesitation.

Zhao Zheng had never been to Mobei before, let alone knew this.

So in his opinion, this is what it is.

He just killed their leader and they surrendered?

Dang bang.

Everyone dropped their weapons on the ground.

You look like I'm surrendering and I won't listen to anything you say.

special!

In this case, it's impossible for Zhao Zheng to beat them to death one by one with a mace, right?

Zhao Zheng pointed at the man with pigtails: "You lead the men to charge with me."

Since you surrender and don't hit yourself, then follow yourself and hit others.

"Yes."

Suoluotu stood up and handed his scimitar to Zhao Zheng respectfully.

Swish!

He took the scimitar and shook it.

This thing is not as useful as a long knife, but now the long knife is too dirty.

"The warriors of the tribe, follow the messenger from the gods and charge."

Zhao Zheng curled his lips when he heard the name the other party gave him.

It seems that this is the case with nomads. If you can beat him until he calls you daddy, he will really treat you as daddy.

The scenes that happened on the top of the mountain made the people besieging the Tuoba tribe below look at each other in confusion.

Especially the people of the Soluo tribe, they were paying attention to what happened on the mountain just now.

For a moment, they didn't know who to fight.

Rumble.

Zhao Zheng led the five hundred elites of the Soluo tribe to attack like sharp arrows.

The soldiers who also belonged to the Soluo tribe stopped attacking and gathered to the side.

The Tamu soldiers just stood there in a daze.

A small tribe like theirs didn't have any deputy leaders. Since Tamukhan died, they were leaderless and didn't know what to do.

"Warrior, real warrior." Tuoba Feng spit out a large mouthful of blood, extremely excited.

Their Tuoba tribe can be saved.

Five hundred elites from the Soluo tribe led by Zhao Zheng joined.

In just half an hour, the battle came to an end.

Most of the Tamu tribe's cavalry died.