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The chaotic left guard cavalry was squeezed by the dense Sathero spears, and had to be gathered together, countless spears pierced into their bodies from all directions, blood stained their battle armor red, scimitars flew up and down weakly, but they could not cut off the spears that pierced their bodies, the Samori spearmen around them worked together to pick them off their horses, and the Samorian infantry who swarmed up cut off their heads with the swords in their hands, and blood sprayed into the sky from the headless chest, at this moment, the brave Kujit also appreciated the madness of the Vicchians,

Countless Satsuma crossbowmen were more crazy than the spearmen around them, and they did not hesitate to wield the scimitar cavalry in front of them, with the cover of the infantry around them, the crossbow in their hands shot steadily through the leather armor of the left guard cavalry, and the strong crossbow arrow impact shot the left guard cavalry off their horses, and many left guard cavalry who resisted stubbornly were overwhelmed by the black torrent

"Rush out! Rush ...... me"

Ulmum shouted hoarsely, his fine armor was covered with knife marks, dozens of bright red wounds covered his body, the snow scimitar in his hand was bleeding, and around him, the cavalry of the left guard gathered in a group for the last resistance, blood burst between the spears and horses, and the corpses of both sides fell in a circle around him

A Satima crossbowman who had been staring at him for a long time took advantage of the cover of the infantry around him, taking advantage of the moment when Ulmu stopped his horse, pulled the trigger in his hand, and a white line shot through Ulmu's throat, the fine chain mail was broken into pieces of iron by the powerful crossbow arrows, and bright red blood splashed out of his throat and the corners of his mouth, Ulmu whimpered helplessly, fell from his horse with his eyes open, and a nearby Satsuma heavy infantry who was eager to merit chopped off his head unceremoniously

"The Ulmuqian Cavalry Commander is dead!"

Seeing his thousand cavalry commanders killed, the left guard cavalry around them shouted in panic, and the last resistance collapsed in front of the constantly oppressing spears,

"Master Hazarkti, let me lead the army to get them back, the Kugit warriors don't deserve to die like this."

The tragic scene of the slaughter of his comrades in the distance stimulated the already bloody Li Kuotai, who had just returned with the army, did not join the main attack sequence, although he suffered great losses in the left flank assault, but Li Kuotai still brought back more than 2,000 left guard cavalry

"It's useless, it's a foregone conclusion,

The leader of the Left Guard looked at the remnants of the Left Guard cavalry surrounded by the Samori people in the distance, his face showed a bleak sentimentality, and he shook his head weakly,

"The Left Guard warriors across Vekia can't fight against defeat! We shouldn't have chosen to fight a decisive battle outside Vizan Castle in the first place, and the steppe god can't protect his people in this cursed land!"

The five wizened fingers of the Hasatsian grip on the whip were pale from overexertion, and the fifteen thousand elite Left Guard cavalry had now lost most of them, leaving only the last 2,000 or so to make a final resistance, and the corpses of horses and men were piled up on top of each other all over the field, and the dense Samoorians swarmed like ants

"Brother Likuotai, can you grant me a request?"

Hasakti's words made Likutai's face stunned, among the Kujits, calling brothers often means life and death, and Likutai felt the slightest bit uncomfortable

"Promise me, Brother Likuotai, bring the rest back to the steppe, the 5,000 light cavalry of the Kuyeti Banner Regiment are still in Omr, they are our last seeds, this is the command knife given to me by His Royal Highness the King of the Left Guard, only it can make the stubborn Kuyeti go with you, now I will hand it over to you, the men of the Left Guard tribe can't all die in Vicchia!

"Your ......, my lord"

"I am the leader of the Left Guard, the Left Guard is gone, what face do I have to return to the tribe, what face do I have to meet, entrust the whole army to my Royal Highness the King of the Left Guard!

Hasatti waved his hand to stop Li Kutai from continuing, and with a calm face, he took the scimitar from his waist and handed it to Li Kutai, his voice low and stern

"What I can do now is to die like a left-guard warrior, fight to the death, and then return to the arms of the steppe god."

"My lord!" he shouted as he saw Hazarti turn to meet the swarming Samorians, his eyes flashed with a splash, and he resolutely reined in his horse, turned to the slope behind him, raised the scimitar he had received from Hazarkti in his hand, and shouted

"All of you come with me!"

"Another one!"

The wind blew through Hasakti's face, and the scimitar in his hand slashed through the throat of a spearman who wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to sneak attack from behind, and blood splashed his face, he didn't remember how many of them were, because of the fierce battle, he had left more than ten blood-red wounds on his body, and his face was pale because of excessive bleeding,

Surrounded by a dense crowd of Sathero spearmen, the horses under the crotch fell to the ground dripping with blood, and at his feet lay the corpses of a dozen Sathero soldiers, if it wasn't for the Kugit commander who wanted to capture alive, the nearby spearmen would have stabbed him into a hedgehog along with the horses

"Catch it alive!"

The Samoorians around them shouted as they slowly closed the encirclement, and everyone could see that this Kugit commander was already at the end of his crossbow.

The loss of blood had already made Hasathiti hallucinate weakly, and the shouts of the Samori were like the whispers of their elders in their ears when they were children, and the green meadows in front of them made Hasathiti feel emotional, and July was the season when the grass grew at its most luxuriant

"Great steppe god, let me return to your arms!"

Hazarkti knew that if he continued to bleed like this, he would soon be powerless to fight and become a captive of the Samorians, and his heart to die would burn in his heart

"The grass watered with human blood will surely grow tall and green in the coming year!"

The corners of Hasaketi's mouth showed a satisfied smile, and suddenly reached out and grabbed a towering spear in front of him, and rushed forward against the dense gun forest opposite, several spears pierced Hasakti's body, and blood exploded from Hasakti's body, Hasaketi felt that the whole world was spinning, his eyelids were heavy and difficult to open, the noisy sounds around him suddenly disappeared, and the grass under his head exuded a slight fragrance, warm as the sun on the prairie

Seeing Hasatti fall on the grass, someone immediately drew his sword, ready to cut off the expensive head

"Stop!"

An officer with a scarred face waved them to stop them, and Caesar Solon lowered his head and looked at the dead Kugit commander with a stern expression, and Hazaketi reminded him of his men who had fought to the death on the Lisa Beach, and how they had met the hooves of the Kugit before crushing in helplessness and despair

"He's a warrior! bury him in this grass!"

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