The most cruel thing in the world is probably nothing more than seeing their relatives slaughtered in front of them, right now, rows of Donghu people who are tied up and kneeling in front of the old camp are experiencing, when the sound of hooves sounded before, when they heard the familiar shouting of killing, their desperate eyes once appeared with a look of surprise, but in the blink of an eye, countless bonfires in front of them lit up, bright eyes of fire, they saw a team of cavalry as if under a spell from heaven, one after another fell off the horse, And those Fufeng people who broke through the old camp rushed out of the grass, and the snowy sword light in their hands slashed down, and the blood mist that flew up in the red could be seen clearly on their side.

Some people cried loudly, some people struggled to stand up, thousands of Donghu captives began to stir, and the guards were only the former slaves of these Donghu people, and among these slaves, there were only more than 100 young and middle-aged people, and the others were old and weak children, and it was He Lanyan who commanded them.

Gao Yuan said that the matter of guarding the captives rose to the level of deciding whether the battle was won or not, which finally allowed the eldest lady to stay, but after all, it was a flower who grew up under the wings of Helan Xiong, and when she saw that thousands of captives began to commotion, she was unexpectedly disgraced for a while, and she didn't know how to face it.

The front team of captives was struggling to stand up, there were hundreds of people strung on a rope, it was not easy to stand up, this team was tied to the head was a white-haired Donghu old man, maybe his child was in front at this time, was being cut down by the wind soldiers, in short, his expression was excited, hissing and roaring, desperately trying to stand up, his eyes of hard work, half of the people on this string of ropes actually struggled to stand up.

It's not a fun thing to have thousands of captives stirring up if someone drives it.

At this time, a scimitar slashed horizontally through the throat of the old man, and he gurgled in his throat, looking at the child standing in front of him, with a knife in his hand and blood-red eyes, this child was only twelve or thirteen years old at most.

He let out a long breath, and more blood came out of the wound that he was waiting for. He fell, and when he fell, he took several people behind him.

This murderous child is called Cao Tianci, at this moment, he is wielding a scimitar and moving forward, killing one person in one step, blood splashed on his childish but murderous face, which looks particularly hideous and terrifying.

"Whoever dares to move again, I will cut off his head!" While wielding a knife to kill the struggling Donghu people, Cao Tianci shouted wildly, the childish childish voice, the roar that changed the tone, and a doll full of blood, this scene made everyone stunned. The commotion just now was quiet in an instant.

"Whoever moves, I'll cut off his head!" The slaughter was still going on, and a woman screamed, ran over, and grabbed Cao Tianci's arm.

"God-send, stop, stop!"

Cao Tianci raised his head, but his eyes were full of tears, looking at Cao Lian'er, he cried loudly, "Sister, I want to avenge my mother, I want to avenge you, they are not human, they are all beasts, they all deserve to die."

hugged Cao Tianci tightly, and Cao Li'er burst into tears like rain.

He Lanyan, who was not far away, looked at this scene, her hands trembled a little, this doll was a devil, she swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, and she shouted loudly: "Everyone listen, you can live if you don't move, who dares to persuade again, kill no matter what, you, and you, are you still considered men, not even a child, and then there are rioters, cut off their heads!"

Helan Yan loudly rebuked those young slaves.

Two miles away, the battle continues. Gao Yuan and his soldiers had broken into the center of the cavalry, and the Donghu cavalry, which had lost their speed, had no advantage under the attack of the long knife, and the trap laid by Gao Yuan made Latobe lose nearly half of his manpower in the first time, and these fallen horses were either injured and lost their combat effectiveness, or they were killed on the spot. At this time, the number of people on both sides was superior, and more importantly, the morale of the other party was like a rainbow, while the Donghu people were close to the point of collapse.

The two sides were in confusion, and the thirty archers brought by the infantry were useful, throwing away the longbow in their hands, pulling out the long knives on their backs, and they also joined the battle group with a roar, while the infantry stood outside the battlefield, bending their bows and arrows, and the tips of their arrows moved slowly.

At this moment, he seemed to be back on the training ground, and the chaotic battle scene was like a rapidly rotating turntable, the cyan ones were his comrades, and the other colors were enemies.

With a whoosh, the arrow flew out, accurately knocking one of the Donghu soldiers to the ground, and the man knocked over one of the Wind Buffs in a frontal fight, and was about to slash down with a scimitar when an arrow came from the sky and hit him in the face.

The immortal Wind Soldier jumped up from the ground, and before he had time to think about how the enemy in front of him had died, he turned over and threw himself to his side again, and together with a companion, he cut down a Donghu man to the ground.

At this time, on the battlefield, the infantry was like a scythe of death, although it was outside the arena, but one arrow at a time, and in an instant, more than a dozen Donghu soldiers fell under his arrows.

On the battlefield, the numerical advantage of the Fufeng soldiers is becoming more and more obvious.

Latobe stopped at the edge of the battlefield in sorrow, the blue figures becoming more and more numerous, and the warriors of his own being fewer and fewer. He burst into tears, slowly destroying the horses, walking to the battlefield step by step, dying on the battlefield, this is the most relief for himself.

He had just started when a tall figure dragged a knife and rushed out of the battlefield, his blue shirt was splattered with blood, and on the blade more than a meter long, blood was falling dripping.

Looking at the uniform of the Great Yan Bing Cao on the other party, Latobe's pupils contracted, "Gao Yuan!" He shouted angrily.

Gao Yuan looked at the other party and grinned slightly, "Latobe, you lost."

Latobe was speechless, yes, he lost, lost nothing, however, he still had a knife, he slowly raised the scimitar in his hand and killed this devil, he shouted silently in his heart.

Gao Yuan also raised the knife, "Give me back what I take, and spit it out if I eat mine!" He said coldly.

Latobe clamped the horse's belly, and the horse began to speed up, rushing towards the high distance, "Take your life!" He hissed and roared.

Almost at the same time, Gao Yuan also rushed forward, between the two, but the distance between them was more than 20 steps, this distance was not enough for Latobe to raise the horse speed to the highest, and he grabbed a little ahead, he could suppress the opponent's advantage to the greatest extent.

The war horse was indeed running, and Gao Yuan had already rushed in front of Latobe, Latobe jerked the reins of the horse, and the war horse man stood up, and the two huge front hooves were aimed at Gao Yuan and trampled down.

The body jumped away agilely, Gao Yuan held the knife in his right hand, when a sound, he opened a knife from top to bottom, La Tobe was condescending, this knife hit angrily, when a sound, Gao Yuan's leg was weak, and he was already kneeling on the ground.

Gao Yuan knelt down at the moment, his left hand had pulled out the three-edged military thorn from his waist, and stabbed out with a bang, the military thorn was full of handles and submerged into the belly of the war horse, the war horse neighed wildly, jumped up suddenly, Latobe was caught off guard, and was suddenly turned off the horse, the war horse fell to the ground in a hurry, Latobe fell heavily to the ground, the scimitar in his hand flew somewhere, just wanted to jump, the snowy blade had crossed to his eyes.

"Kill me!" Looking at Takato's playful eyes, the humiliation in Latobe's heart reached a climax at this moment, and he straightened his head and crashed into Takato's blade.

Thinking that Latobe was bent on death, Gao Yuan suddenly withdrew his hand and took a step back, and Latobe had already jumped up and pounced on Gao Yuan with his bare hands.

Gao Yuan snorted, for this guy in front of him, he really wanted to cut him clean with a knife, but capturing him alive must be more valuable, and the opponent actually dared to attack himself with his bare hands, and he really didn't know how to write the dead word. He threw away the long knife in his hand and swung his fist to meet it.

Bang bang bang, it's not so much a fight as it is a beating, not to mention Gao Yuan's superb single fighting strength, but compared to his age, Gao Yuan is much younger than Latobe.

Boxing is afraid of being less strong, this is not a joke, as the saying goes, punching to kill the master, once a person is old, he meets an opponent younger than himself, no matter how superb his skills are, it is difficult to stop the opponent's youth.

When Gao Yuan stopped his hand, Latobe was already blue and swollen, lying on the ground, unable to move, during the fight, Gao Yuan removed the joints of his hands, looked at Latobe who was lying on the ground, constantly squirming, Gao Yuan let out a long laugh, picked up the long knife on the ground, closed the scabbard on his back with a bang, and walked to the dead war horse, pulled out the military thorn, turned around, the general thorn wiped clean on Latobe's body, and patted Latobe's swollen pig-like face with a cold military thorn, "Latobe, The blood debt you committed against our Fufeng people, one by one, we will slowly settle it."

Raise your head, the battle behind you has ended, but all those who are still standing are cyan Fufeng soldiers, at this moment they are cleaning the battlefield, no one is a victim of repeated looting by the Donghu people, seeing the injured lying on the ground and unable to move, he did not hesitate to make up for it, Gao Yuan frowned, and finally did not stop it, these people are innocent, and the anger in the hearts of his subordinates also needs to be vented, not to mention that even if these people are left, according to their promises, all the Donghu captives will go to He Lanxiong, handed over these people to He Lanxiong, and He Lanxiong will never leave these young men behind, they are still a death.

He stooped down, lifted one of Latobe's feet, and dragged the Hutu chieftain from the ground like a dead dog to the old Hutu camp in the distance.