Dun Mao's cronies, who can be said to be outnumbered by tens of thousands of people in the Taiqiange tribe, do not understand that Tuluo Batu's willingness to be the master of Dun Mao's dog does not mean that he will lead him on a leash.
Lord Mingzhu's cronies spoke unscrupulously, sending him to his death step by step, and Tuluo Batu didn't mind helping him.
Perhaps punishment is unavoidable when the master comes back, but there is a confidant on death row, and there are many candidates, and he is the only one who is the number one warrior in the Taichige tribe.
He Tuluobatu Laerhua will always follow the horse of his lord Dunmao Chaoji Rad!
The warriors under his command were horrified by Tu Luo Batu's violent killing methods and his actions of pulling people's heads off their bodies. Blood spurted out to a height of several feet in an instant, splashing onto the bodies of the people around him, dripping to the ground.
As the water dripped, the headless body fell to the ground, twitched for a while and then stopped moving.
No one dared to oppose Tuluo Batu's order anymore. After all, no one among these warriors wanted to have their heads and bodies in two places.
"Half of the people stay on guard, and the rest mount their horses and follow me." The anger of being attacked has not completely gone to Tuluo Batu's mind, although in his opinion, the few people who fled in a hurry were just a few thugs.
The little martial arts thief, "If anything goes wrong with the things in the valley, I will skin you one by one!"
Tuluobatu, who led half a hundred men away, waved the euphorbia in his hand, completely treating it as a diversion from the boring days in this valley besides wine and women. In less than half an hour, he could
If you come back with the heads of those people, how can anything happen?
The remaining barbarian warriors began to collect the bodies of the two people who were shot by cold arrows. The young barbarian Mochiha was still sitting on the ground, helpless and staring at the corpse of the middle-aged warrior in front of him, all the blood from the terrible arrow wound in his throat was flowing out.
His face was pale and gloomy, his eyelids were not closed, and he was looking forward to death.
Two barbarians who were about the same age as Mochiha came over and saw that he was still unconscious, so they kicked him and asked him to move his buttocks so that they could carry the middle-aged warrior's body more easily.
"Coward." One of the barbarians spat a mouthful of phlegm on Mochiha's face, and he just silently raised his hand to wipe it away.
"It's really an embarrassment to our Taiqi Ge Department. How could there be such a weak person who would be afraid of the dead?" Another person rubbed his hand on the middle-aged warrior's body, hoping to find something valuable on it.
He didn't forget to humiliate the good-for-nothing who was lying on the ground again, "You are such a good-for-nothing who was so frightened by Yao that his legs were weak."
He felt a small piece of hard material under the breastplate of the middle-aged warrior. He used his sword to open the strap of the breastplate and saw that it was a small jade plaque. The shape was handmade by the Yao people in the south.
There were very few things of the Yao people that were worthless on the grasslands. Even a jade tablet with a poor water quality was something that the ancestors of the middle-aged warriors got when they went south to plunder at some point. It was regarded as a family heirloom.
According to the rules on the grassland, if a man dies in battle, his companions only need to bring his body back to his family's tent, and then they can obtain all his belongings.
However, it was obvious that these two barbarians just wanted to profit from the corpse of this middle-aged warrior. They had no connection with the deceased, so bringing a smelly corpse back all the way was not something they were willing to do, not to mention on the battlefield.
This is really a common thing.
Two barbarians took away this piece from the middle-aged warrior.
Jade Card and his saber, when they were trying to take off the armor and divide it, the sound of bows and arrows was heard from behind.
They turned around and saw that Mochiha had gotten up from the ground, opened the horn bow that his father had given him, attached a wolf-fang arrow that he had made by himself, and swung his aim between the two barbarians.
Although Mochiha has always been regarded as timid as the Yao people in the south, he can shoot an arrow through the furry tail of a hare from eighty paces away and pin it to the ground. There is such a person at such a distance.
When a man opens his bow and wants to shoot, one of the two barbarians must be able to avoid him no matter what.
"Put down your sword and jade, or Mochiha's arrow will hit one of you in the eye." His voice trembled slightly, but Mochiha's bow-hand was still stable, unless he broke his hand and became blind.
, otherwise his arrow will hit, "Put down your sword and jade!"
Mo Chiha didn't know why he wanted to protect this middle-aged warrior who had punched and kicked him not long ago. Maybe it was because he had inadvertently taken care of him twice, or he had inadvertently blocked him several times.
Was it because of the humiliation of his fellow warriors that Mochiha didn't want to end up being treated like this after he died in battle?
Everyone's eyes were attracted to Mo Chiha. This cowardly young son of the Taiqige tribe finally looked like a man. The two barbarians who were about the same age as him were also frightened by the sudden rise of arrogance on Mo Chiha.
, slowly put the middle-aged samurai's sword and jade token back on his body.
Mochiha looked at the two men with unkind expressions. Before he could think of what to say next, he received a heavy blow on his face. The two of them were both noble children and would not care about Mochiha's noble status.
What's more, in the grassland, as long as no one is killed, fighting is really a trivial matter.
Mo Chiha, who was beaten and rolling on the ground, heard the sound of his bow and arrow being broken. He didn't care about the kick that knocked out two of his teeth. He took out the small saber from his waist and rushed towards the man who broke his bow and arrow.
past.
Someone kicked off his knife, and Mo Chiha, who was bare-handed, could no longer pose any threat. Someone stepped on his face with riding boots, and someone surrounded him and danced a barbarian whirling dance.
Everyone found something in Mochiha that could make them happy, and the people who were on guard also cast their eyes over with interest. They were wandering in the ocean of joy that was made of Mochiha's pain.
People take into account the order left by Tulu Batu.
"Yao people! Yao people!" Mochiha, who was beaten to the ground, saw what others had not noticed. Ropes were hung from the stone walls on both sides of the valley. The people who tied them to the waist quickly jumped from the top of the valley on both sides.
Descended, "Look back! It's Yao! Yao!"
Mochiha's frightened roar was choked back into his throat when someone punched him with his fist. The people around him began to laugh at Mochiha with his words again. He could actually see the Yao people in the sky using such lame excuses to escape from them.
Fist, are you treating them all as fools?
"He is really from Yao! Look back!" Mochiha exhausted his last strength to say these words and was beaten to death until he fainted. When people around him who didn't know why were still trying to find some fun from him,
The warriors of Jinju martial arts descended from the stone walls on both sides of the valley with the help of ropes and rushed to the bottom of the valley like tigers.
The young barbarian who was beaten at the bottom of the valley helped Wei Changpan a lot. If most people hadn't attracted their attention to him, he might have hesitated for a long time.
This is
With a perfect opportunity, they descended two-thirds of the height before they were spotted by the young barbarian lying on the ground. However, his warning had no effect, and he was knocked unconscious again in an instant.
Finally, when all of them were about to descend to the bottom of the valley, a barbarian who was about to relieve himself by the valley wall saw the shadow in front of him, and there was another rustling sound above his head. He suddenly felt alarmed, but
Before he could issue a warning, a knife penetrated one of his shoulders from top to bottom. The man who loosened the rope jumped down from a height of more than ten feet. All his strength was on the tip of the knife.
This powerful barbarian warrior lost his fighting strength, and then cut off his head with a knife.
It was impossible for such a movement to go unnoticed by the martial artist's keen senses. The moment Wei Changpan let go of the rope and fell, someone cast their gaze over. However, the view was blocked by the cowhide tent, and then the sound of the corpse falling to the ground and the sound of sound coming from the air were heard.
The faint blood prevented them from lurking anymore.
Some barbarians rushed towards his position, saying something in a language that Wei Changpan could not understand. They seemed to be shouting the name of the man Wei Changpan killed, and there was the sound of swords being unsheathed.
The barbarian warrior wielding two swords gestured to the others and slowly approached the tent that had made the noise earlier. The increasingly heavy blood in front of his nose confirmed his suspicion. If someone hadn't gone to relieve himself, he would have been bleeding all over his body.
Come out, it must be...
"The Yao people are attacking!" Before he could finish his words, the cowhide tent was split open from the middle, making it difficult for the sword to hold the long sword. After that, the barbarian warrior shouted loudly, "The Yao people are attacking!"
The sharp edge of the long sword caused two gaps in the barbarian warrior's swords during the first collision. Each subsequent sword left an irreparable gap in the weapon that the barbarian warrior cherished.
, after a few more moves, these swords will be reduced to scrap metal that can't even chop firewood.
Weapons like this are extremely difficult to find on the grasslands. Most of the time, you can only rely on smuggling merchants from the north and south to order weapons at high prices. Smuggling salt and iron into the grasslands is a serious crime, so these smuggling merchants charge sky-high prices.
Moving on, there is no technology for refining iron on the grassland. Many warriors on the grassland have to trade herds of cattle and sheep for a handy weapon.
The hard-won weapon was about to be wasted by that almost unreasonable sword, so the barbarian warrior who wielded two swords had to restrain his sword power and tried his best to avoid a sword collision with the enemy.
The barbarian warrior wielding double swords did not wait until his opponent's strength failed or his flaws were revealed as he expected. Even though the young Yao warrior in front of him had cracked openings and frostbite on his hands, his face was bruised and distorted by the cold.
, but his momentum continued to rise, and finally reached its peak when he cut off the knife in his right hand, and then opened his chest.
He fell down, and Wei Changpan clenched the knife in his hand, looking for the next barbarian.
From all over the valley, weapons clashed with each other and screams of death could be heard. The warriors from Jinzhou and the grasslands fought in teams on the grasslands for the first time in the winter of the sixth year of Emperor Yao's reign. None of them showed any mercy to each other.
No one threw down their weapons and begged for mercy. They all used the last strength in their bones to wield their swords before dying.
Enemies for generations meet in pairs, and a thousand words are turned into swords.