The sad ending

After all, the prairie cavalry under his command are not made of iron.

The soldiers who had not had enough to eat for several days in a row were in a state of almost reaching their limit.

At the same time, due to the previous pursuit, their arrows had long been exhausted.

Now facing the long-range attacks of this group of prairie people, it is really difficult for them to fight back.

Fortunately, the horses they rode were all excellent horses.

And horses and people are different.

Horses only need to eat grass to fill their bellies.

Although the soldiers were hungry, the war horses were basically not affected much.

The running speed was still astonishing. In the blink of an eye, the prairie cavalry waving weapons rushed into the prairie tribe's camp one by one.

They ran rampant all the way and killed several prairie people.

And then the distance gets closer.

The prairie cavalry wielding sharp weapons directly took advantage of their weapons and equipment.

After paying the casualties of more than a dozen soldiers.

The prairie people who dared to resist were all killed in a short period of time.

Then we considered the possibility that leaving them alive would expose their whereabouts.

Si Qin directly issued the order for the massacre.

Screams echoed wildly throughout the entire camp.

During these days, they have been depressed for too long.

At this moment, this killing has become their outlet.

One by one, they rushed into the camp with long blood-stained knives.

Then, everyone who appears in their sight, whether it is an old man, a woman, or a child, will be killed!

The strong smell of blood filled the camp.

Each and every one of the prairie cavalry seemed to be possessed by a demon, their eyes red with blood.

But no one noticed that in a corner of the camp, a thin figure was slowly approaching Si Qin who was standing in the center of the camp.

Compared with the camp where screams were heard all the time, that figure was too quiet.

He just approached slowly.

After he got close to a certain distance, the seemingly thin figure actually burst out with amazing power.

With two quick steps, he jumped up.

The straw rope he held tightly in his hand was directly tied around Si Qin's neck when he jumped up!

It's too late to say it, but it's soon.

The moment the straw rope wrapped around Si Qin's neck, it began to tighten crazily.

This situation was completely beyond his expectation and Siqin had no time to react.

The rough straw rope quickly cut into the flesh of his neck.

His face, which was so pale that almost no blood could be seen, instantly turned blood red!

That was the straw rope Amu usually used to tie up firewood.

Very old, but very sturdy.

At this time, it became the best weapon to take away the life of the king of Chaerhan Prairie Kingdom!

A strong sense of suffocation swept over him, making him unable to make any sound at all.

The body fell heavily to the ground.

The impact of falling to the ground did not make Amu let go, but made him pull on the straw rope with both hands a little harder.

Siqin's hands tightly grasped the straw rope around his neck, trying to pull it open so that he could breathe a breath of fresh air as he was about to suffocate.

However, the cruel reality made him clearly realize that he was no match for the hands that were tightening the straw rope.

The old man opened his mouth, desperately trying to breathe, but couldn't get a breath of air.

Instead, his entire face began to turn purple and black, and his mind went blank.

He tried to resist, but became weaker and weaker due to lack of oxygen.

Life force began to flow away crazily.

Finally, a pair of hands collapsed on both sides of the body.

I'm afraid that until the last moment of his life, Siqin never thought that he would die in such a place.

And it was not the conquering king who killed him.

Nor is he a leader of a large tribe with a surname.

But a kid who doesn't even have a formal name...

This way of ending is really sad.

In the chaotic camp, the prairie cavalry did not seem to notice the body of their king at the first time.

Everyone was immersed in almost crazy killing.

Until Buhe, the one-eyed dragon who had just killed everyone in a camp, walked out of it.

His eyes swept across the one-eyed dragon Buhe in the center of the camp, and when he looked at Siqin lying there, his expression suddenly changed.

"King!!"

Amidst the screams, the one-eyed dragon Buhe quickly rushed to Si Qin's body.

Just as he stretched out his hand, unexpectedly, at this moment, the motionless body suddenly opened up!

The one-eyed dragon Buhe never expected that there was a prairie kid hiding under the corpse!

At this moment, what Amu was holding in his hand was Siqin's sword.

The sharp bronze sword stabbed straight into the heart of the one-eyed dragon Buhe!

Faced with such a sudden attack, he is a fierce general after all, and his reaction ability is undoubtedly good enough to catch up.

He immediately grabbed the sword at hand and was about to raise the sword to parry, but the movement of his hand was a beat too slow.

The sharp bronze sword pierced his heart!

A completely fatal blow caused the one-eyed dragon Buhe's life force to begin to drain away rapidly.

When he was dying, he seemed to see Battle covered in blood and with more than a dozen spears piercing his body.

"Hahaha……"

"Bartel, is your ghost taking revenge on me?"

This was the last thought in the mind of the one-eyed dragon Buhe before his death.

Both of his hands were kicked off by the opponent's horse during the battle with Battle.

The break was very complete!

In this day and age, an injury of that level is tantamount to a lifelong disability.

Although the one-eyed dragon Buhe's arms were finally reattached, they would never regain their original flexibility.

As a result, his combat power was greatly reduced.

It was the same just now, his consciousness and reactions caught up, but his hands could never keep up...

After killing two people in a row, Amu pulled out the bronze sword from the heart of the one-eyed dragon Buhe with a dull expression.

Then walked towards the next camp.

On this side, the strong smell of blood drifting away in the wind constantly stimulated the Wolf Cavalry's sense of smell.

Li Min, who was riding on the back of the giant wolf, pointed in one direction and said quickly...

"Your Majesty, there is a strong smell of blood coming from that direction."

Luo Ji nodded after hearing this.

"Let's go and have a look!"

By the time Luo Ji arrived with his troops, the battle here was obviously over.

Surrounded by guards, Luo Ji slowly walked into the tribal camp. His eyes finally fell on a child kneeling in the center of the camp.

There was a sword stuck in front of his eyes, a bronze sword stained with blood!

At the same time, there were actually many familiar faces around this child.
To be continued...