Chapter 514: Fate

King Daxian was tenacious and went all the way to the territory of the Western Huns, but the army of Qiyuan also chased after him.

King Daxian had less than 10,000 people left at the moment, and most of them were cavalry, and because there was no food to flee, he had to use war horses as food, so now, the number of war horses has been reduced to a few hundred.

Of course, because of the relatively long battle lines, the number of Western Huns stranded in Qiyuan should be much larger than those led by the Great Xian King. Of course, without a good general, those people are brave, and they are all changed now. It's not enough to be afraid of becoming a rabble. I believe that the Qiyuan soldiers who are responsible for dealing with those people can completely handle it.

As for the people of the Northern Huns, since they had quietly surrendered to Qiyuan, the Prince of Jin mercifully spared them temporarily, and cleaned up the Western Xiongnu first. That's right, only temporarily.

As the head coach, Fu Yunting took the lead and followed him. Although there were only less than 30,000 horses, all of them were cavalry, and his mental outlook was quite good.

With such a gap, the Great Xian King of the Western Huns still wants to reverse the situation?

The original situation is not serious. Even if the Great Xian King of the Western Huns knew that it was unlikely that he would occupy a large area of ​​Qiyuan, it was not impossible to obtain a lot of benefits from Qiyuan. Wei, Nan Qi and other countries have been indifferent all the time. Obviously this is a good time to divide up Qiyuan. Those people don't know what they think, but they are all indifferent.

And now, he is like a lost dog, not only that, but also damaged such a Xiongnu and a good man.

Although King Daxian knew that there were many people who were dissatisfied with him within the Western Huns, he was also very clear about the reasons for this, but he thought that he did not have the throne of Xiaoxiang, and with the trust of his brother, he devoted himself to it. The West Huns wanted the West Huns to be strong and prosperous, but in the end, they were first divided and then betrayed. At the most difficult time, their own people stopped their food and grass. The Great Xian King wanted to cry blood, thinking about his youth. His lofty ambitions, thinking about everything he paid for this ambition, now that he has to face the Qiyuan army, he can't help asking himself, is it worth it?

This way, because Qiyuan has an absolute advantage, if they want to kill, King Daxian and the others have already gone to a dead end, but they are forced to the border between Qiyuan and the West Huns, just like being A cat playing with a mouse is like a mouse. Knowing this, he still insists on running away, but with a little luck, hoping that at some point, he will meet the reinforcements sent by the king. As time goes by, that one. Little's hope is gradually shattered. Now, I don't want to run away. The Hun man, even if he dies, he must be brave and fearless.

Therefore, even if there is no strength, at this time, those pairs of eyes are like prairie wolves.

They are the personal soldiers of King Daxian, and they are the absolute supporters of King Daxian, so they never frowned when they died with King Daxian.

Fu Yunting restrained the horse, and there was a trace of solemnity on his face.

Trapped beasts, when they know their own destiny, can always show the most powerful fighting power.

Therefore, although Qiyuan has the advantage, the damage will be very serious.

King Daxian rode on the horse, facing Fu Yunting at a distance, "General Fu, this king knows that today is the end of death, but before dying, there is one thing I want to find out, who is it all about? Your handwriting?" Up to now, if King Daxian has not seen certain things clearly, then it is really too stupid.

Unconsciously, he was calculated so badly, if he didn't figure out who his opponent was, he would die.

Fu Yunting had a resolute look on his face, and there was no emotion in his eyes, "If you die, you will be gone. What can you do if you know it?"

The Great Xian King's face was cold, and the hatred in his eyes could be condensed into reality, that is, a dying beast, wanting to choose someone to devour, and then, the Great Xian King suddenly laughed, "Don't say it? Why don't you say it? , because I can't say it? It's Li Hongyuan, it's Li Hongyuan, your Prince of Jin, right? Hahaha, I was suspicious at the beginning, but I dispelled my doubts later, but I didn't think that he was hiding so deeply, your emperor knows Do you know about those princes who fought for the throne with blood and blood? Hahaha..."

Fu Yunting's expression darkened, and he waved his spear, "Kill!"

No matter what some people on Qiyuan's side thought, they rushed out with an order, and the two men and horses collided directly. And the voices that pierced into the flesh and blood, mixed together, filled with blood and suffocation, and yet, those voices seemed to be unusually clear.

At this time, there is no formation or formation, only the most primitive impact.

With He Shihai, the god of killing, he was going to take the Great Xian King directly from the beginning, but the people under him, knowing the result, still desperately wanted to protect him, and sent them to He Shihai one after another.