One hundred and ninety, how many people went back to the ancient times
During the chaos of the fighting, these martial arts warriors from Jinzhou poured the kerosene in their skins on the equipment everywhere. Several barbarian warriors who were fighting against others wanted to get out despite being injured, but the rangers
He was also dragging it hard to prevent him from easily getting out.
The barbarians had a larger number of warriors, but the Yao people took the lead and killed several of them before establishing a balance of power.
The Yao people were exhausted after traveling a long distance, and everyone suffered from frostbite of varying degrees. On the other hand, the barbarians all rested and recuperated here, far away from the battlefield, and became fatter.
After the usual situation of the two sides was reversed, the proud warriors of the Taichige tribe were suppressed by the Yao warriors who were usually regarded as vulnerable. According to the martial arts practitioners on the grassland, those who relied on the sky in the south were unable to lift their heads.
A martial artist who has piled up treasures and martial arts secrets seems to have a high level and a good posture, but when it comes to life and death fighting, he is just a paper flower frame that can be broken with a poke.
But in the blink of an eye, the paper flower stand turned into a monster with snarling fangs and claws. When the Yao people, who were said by the tribesmen to only abandon their armor and flee backwards, roared and attacked them, they could only parry.
The bloody bravery that has been passed down from their ancestors for thousands of generations was inspired. The proud warriors of the Taijige tribe were not willing to be suppressed like this. They actually didn't care that the Yao people called the grassland tribes barbarians. Barbarian meant brave in their words.
, barbarians, that is, brave people.
There is no one in both teams who is strong enough to influence the entire battle, so all that remains is the exchange of lives.
After seeing the Yao people lighting fire sticks and throwing them on the siege equipment that was sprinkled with kerosene, the fire spread with the help of the wind and became out of control in a very short period of time.
The warriors of the Taijige tribe desperately tried to put out the fire regardless of the swords of the people in Jinzhou Jianghu, but it was in vain. The kerosene that Wei Changpan and others took more than an hour to melt had its due effect, consuming countless manpower.
It took several years of material and financial resources to build an equipment of this scale, but it was burned to the ground in an instant.
It is meaningless to fight to the death with the Yao people. The clever barbarian warriors have already begun to try to break away from the battle group. These siege equipment have been destroyed. Even if they fight to the death, it will be difficult for them to recover. After learning the news, they will decide
They will be furious, and maybe their family members will be used as slaves.
The grassland is so big that there is always a place to stay. If you can't stay in the Taiqige tribe, there are other big tribes. Smart people will not hang themselves from a tree.
The sword pierced the chest of the last barbarian warrior, and only a few of them grabbed the horse and fled out of the valley. No one had the energy to pursue him. The mountains of equipment behind him were burning, and the flames shot into the sky.
After setting off from Bingyuan City to this place, out of a team of fifty people, only twelve people were still breathing. Four of them were seriously injured and could not be cured. There were no medical officers or medicines in the army. Some people were mourning
De begged him to give him a break. Some people were lying on the ground, taking in a lot of air but not breathing out, and some people had lost their voices.
This was the result of a great victory. They defeated the barbarians' attempt to capture the city and conquered the territory. They also defeated the many barbarian warriors with less, which gave Dayao face...
The cheers of the people of Jinzhou, the feast of cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle, the inexhaustible supply of fine wine, and the rewards of military exploits are all the honors they will receive in the near future. The famous and decent people of Jinzhou will pay tribute to these unworthy people.
The knights and knights with a strong sense of duckweed opened their doors, and the direct disciples seemed to be within easy reach according to General Song's promise.
However, if they want to get this alive, they have to walk thousands of miles back to Jinzhou. Along the way, they have to survive the bitter cold weather and the inevitable endless barbarians.
Chase them to death.
Those who can still walk should privately look for the barbarians on the ground, and if they are still breathing, give them a stabbing blow.
Someone went to pick up the horses left behind by the barbarians. When they happened to pass by the largest cowhide tent and glanced inside, the woman huddled in a corner let out an exclamation.
Everyone's heartstrings tensed instantly with this exclamation. The ranger who was passing by the tent immediately drew out his weapon again. When the woman saw the wet blood on the knife, she fainted.
The ranger who drew his sword saw that the woman fainted, and he didn't know what to do for a moment, but seeing that the woman's face was obviously that of a grassland person, the ranger made up his mind.
Someone held down his knife.
"Don't kill innocent people." Wei Changpan looked him straight in the eyes, "Go lead the horse, don't waste your time on this kind of thing."
The few people who lured the enemy bought them this time. Otherwise, facing a complete centurion and a leader who could pull out people's heads with his bare hands, even if they could destroy all these siege equipment, one of them would escape afterwards.
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There was a pot of milk tea at the mouth of the cowhide tent that had just been extinguished by the charcoal fire. It was still warm. There was a wooden bowl beside it. Wei Changpan scooped up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp.
He was stunned for a moment and then smiled. The milk tea that he couldn't swallow not long ago was like a gentle and soft palm, gently brushing his body, soothing his body and mind and relaxing him.
Suddenly there were roars from several people behind him. Wei Changpan threw down his wooden bowl and ran in a hurry. Not long after, he saw a young barbarian holding a small saber in both hands and waving it around in an unorganized manner. The few rangers who surrounded him didn't do anything at this moment.
The stamina and confidence to defeat the enemy with one blow are wasted by slowly advancing step by step.
This young barbarian with a bruised nose and swollen face was dressed in torn and messy clothes, and he was shouting the language of the grasslands. No one could understand what he was saying.
The tearful Mochiha retreated while waving his knife wildly, and shouted to the Yao warriors who were surrounding them, "Come on! Come on! The men of the Bohuqin family will not be afraid!"
In fact, he was extremely frightened. When he woke up, someone happened to fall next to him. It was one of the two people he had restrained before. His stomach was cut open, and the pink intestines flowed out. Before he could cry for two seconds,
Yao's throat was pierced through his chest with a short spear.
Mochiha tried to pretend to be dead, but the Yao people who applied wounds to the corpses one by one made his attempt suddenly ineffective. All he could reach was his small saber.
He is a warrior from the Taichige tribe! He is a man from the Bohuqin family! But after all, he is still only a half-grown child.
Mo Chiha, who waved his small saber in despair, could no longer control himself. His pants were wet and dripping with yellow liquid. He peed his pants in fear. Even Yao Ren, who was advancing step by step, noticed it.
His ugly appearance made him laugh so loudly that the young barbarian was so frightened that he peed his pants!
When he retreated, he didn't notice the corpse behind him. He tripped and fell next to the corpse and fell to pieces, even the small saber in his hand flew out.
The men of the Bohuqin family died in such a shameful way at the hands of the Yao people. The ancestors of the Bohuqin family in heaven would probably spurn his descendants...
Mo Chiha closed his eyes and waited quietly for the Yao people's swords to strike him. He had already lost the Bohuqin family's face. If he begged for mercy from these Yao people again, the entire grassland would look down on the Bohuqin family.
Living alone was more painful for him than a humiliating death.
"Bring this barbarian with you, the map is lost, we have to rely on him to lead the way." Wei Changpan's words made this man
The men sheathed their swords and said, "Hurry up, the half of the centurions don't know when they will come back. This is the time when those brothers are delaying with their lives, mount up and leave!"
After tying the young barbarians into rice dumplings and putting them on horseback, Wei Changpan fell into the last position. On horseback, he was still trying to break free from the rope. However, how could it be Mochi who could not cut the rope even with ordinary weapons?
Can Ha break free?
"Kill me! Kill me!" The young barbarian on horseback blurted out the blunt Yao Mandarin, and his eyes widened like a wild bull going crazy, "Come on!"
Wei Changpan tightened the rope that tied him tightly to the horse. Without a map, this young barbarian would be the only option to lead them out of this grassland.
"You Yao people are all cowards and cowards. You only use sneak attacks and despicable methods!" Mochiha shouted at the top of his lungs. "The eagle on the grassland will not attack..."
He suddenly stopped talking, and Yao, whose whole face was covered with cold blue and funny, put the knife on his neck. If he cut it any further, the blood in his neck would be cut off.
"You can speak Dayao's Mandarin, so you should be able to understand it." Wei Changpan sheathed his sword. For a moment, all the anger in his body surged into his head. Without a moment's thought, he drew the sword out of its sheath, "
If you want to live, take us out of this grassland. If you want to die, I will give you this pleasure now."
Tonight he killed two more barbarian warriors. One more and one less would not be a big deal.
This thought made Wei Changpan shudder. When did the lives of barbarians become as worthless in his eyes?
Seeing that the young barbarian on horseback was still thinking, as if weighing the pros and cons, he didn't have much time to wait, so he had to go up and catch up with the people in front.
He saw the horrifying methods of these barbarian warrior leaders killing people in the valley. No matter how much Jinzhou's rangers tried to flatter them, they could not catch up with them. They burned the equipment guarded by this violent barbarian warrior leader. There was no guarantee that they would be able to survive.
Being chased for thousands of miles.
Wei Changpan's riding skills were not very good, so he had to pay attention to the horse behind him. At first, he was worried that the head and tail would not be able to see each other, but he never thought that it was a good horse that could pass people, and the distance behind it was always only two horses.
"If I take you out of this grassland, will you Yao people really not kill me?" A low voice came from the horse behind him, "A man from the Bohuqin family..."
"No matter which family you are a man from, you can do more things only if you survive." Wei Changpan said calmly, "If you can bring me to the place where the grassland and Jinzhou border, if we can survive, we will definitely let
As long as you live, Wei Changpan swears here, if you violate it, your future in martial arts will be cut off."
Before Mochiha could answer, Wei Changpan turned around and looked at him indifferently, saying coldly:
"But if you lead us to death." The young barbarian felt chilled to the bone from the words of the Yao who was also young, "I will kill you before dying in battle."
He caught up with the team in front, a few people with one person and two horses. For those who were seriously injured and unable to return, those who survived ended their suffering, took one or two tokens and last words, and embarked on an unknown length of road.
On the long journey home, all I could think about was going home.