Listening to the shouts and killings of the Tang Dynasty soldiers, this group of old and weak women and children couldn't help but tremble with excitement.

But when they saw that this group of soldiers was covered in blood and scarred.

The joy on their faces was instantly replaced by sadness.

"Run, kid."

An elderly grandmother waved her hands and shouted hoarsely.

But before her words fell, the Youzhou soldiers fought with the Turkic iron cavalry.

Where is this group of scarred soldiers who are the opponents of this group of Turkic iron cavalry?

Kung Fu in the blink of an eye, death in death, capture in captivity.

"Good boys, you're all good boys."

The elderly grandmother stretched out her trembling hands, carefully helped a young soldier cover his wound, and said with tears in her eyes.

"Grandma, don't be afraid, our Han people's bones are harder than their knives!"

The young Youzhou soldier covered the blood hole in his stomach and said weakly.

Although his voice was not loud, it reached the hearts of every Youzhou soldier.

"Give me a good look at them, don't affect me Ah Shi Yunying to enjoy this delicate two-legged sheep!"

The Turkic barbarian, who had just been interrupted, shouted with great rage.

In the face of the fair-skinned and beautiful young lady, he was already hungry and thirsty.

"You'd better cooperate with me, or I'll let you die together."

Ashyun Eagle roared with a hideous face.

Then, he threw away the scimitar in his hand and couldn't wait to pounce on it.

"Ahh

As the woman's scream sounded, just listening to the sound of "bang", Ah Shi Yunying tore the woman's clothes stiffly.

"The dog is not as good as the beast, and it has the ability to rush to a certain one!"

The captured Youzhou soldiers were stunned one by one, and roared hysterically.

In front of children, this sudden barbarian is going to do that hurtful deed, it is simply worse than a beast!

"The Turkic miscellaneous raised by the son of a bitch, Lao Tzu fucks your grandma!"

As an angry roar sounded, I saw a bloodied soldier pushing away the Turkic barbarian in front of him, and rushed towards Ah Shi Yunying.

He is the deputy general of Chai Shao, the governor of Youzhou, Zhao Erhu.

"Boom!"

He directly pounced on a hungry wolf, and then threw A Shiyun Ying aside.

"Give someone to die, and remember the most in the next life!"

Zhao Erhu roared and smashed his fist Shi Yunying's head.

But this Ah Shi Yunying is not a vegetarian, he was punched by him, and he turned over violently and pressed Zhao Erhu under him.

"Damn two-legged sheep!

His good deeds were interrupted one after another, and Ah Shi Yunying, who had a sperm worm in his brain, was about to go crazy.

He waved his fist and beat Zhao Erhu violently.

After a while, Zhao Erhu was blurred with flesh and blood.

"Warriors!"

"Warriors!"

"Warriors!"

The surrounding Turkic barbarians did not mean to go up to help, but kept waving the scimitars in their hands and shouting loudly.

Seeing Zhao Erhu being violently beaten, the captured Youzhou soldiers couldn't help but clench their fists, staring at each other, eager to rush up and fight with this group of beasts now.

But they are all scarred and have long lost their combat effectiveness.

I could only watch Zhao Erhu being violently beaten by the Turkic barbarians.

"Damn two-legged sheep, die!"

Ah Shi Yunying was like crazy, and he pinched Zhao Erhu's neck with both hands, trying to break his neck.

The cheers of the surrounding Turkic barbarians were getting higher and higher, but the hearts of the soldiers in Youzhou were like knives.

The captured people of Youzhou couldn't cry even more.

And at this life-and-death stake, I saw Zhao Erhu grabbing A Shi Yunying's wrist and turning over suddenly, pressing him under him.

But he no longer had the strength to lift his arm.

But the exhausted Zhao Erhu didn't plan to let go of this beast, and directly opened his mouth and bit Shi Yunying's neck fiercely.

"Ahh

As Shi Yunying's incomparably painful scream sounded, Zhao Erhu directly tore off a piece of meat from his neck.

Blood burst out in an instant!

Zhao Erhu, who was exhausted, was immediately overthrown by A Shi Yunying.

He was bitten by Zhao Erhu and cut the major artery, kneeling on the ground with his neck covered and screaming, struggling.

Looking at his incomparably hideous face, Zhao Erhu showed an extremely happy smile.

I saw him laughing, watching, and chewing slowly.

With the last bit of strength in his body, he ate the Turkic minced meat!

It stinks, but it's very relieving to eat!

The look of death in his eyes.

The hideous face.

The mouth that was bleeding as the teeth chewed......

Facing this picture in front of him, even the Turkic barbarians who killed like hemp couldn't help but feel a chill on their backs!

He's not human.

He is a devil from hell!

"Boom!"

As Ashyunying's body fell to the ground, the surroundings instantly fell silent.

The surrounding Turkic barbarians also reacted.

"How dare you kill my Turkic warriors! Are you really not afraid of death? ”

A Turkic barbarian who was on good terms with Ah Shi Yunying rushed to Zhao Erhu, stomped on his chest fiercely, and asked with a hideous face.

"As a son of the Han family, how can you be afraid of you cats and dogs?"

Zhao Erhu endured the sharp pain of broken ribs and said with a hideous face.

Although the sharp pain that pierced his heart made him worse than death, the pride of being a son of the Han family made him raise his head!

He continued to chew on the meat in his mouth.

Although his face was gradually distorted by the severe pain, it was full of pride!

The pride of being a son of the Han family!

"Damn two-legged sheep, I'm going to chop you into puree!"

Facing Zhao Erhu's contemptuous eyes and arrogant expression, this Turkic barbarian was about to go crazy.

He really couldn't understand, was this group of two-legged sheep really not afraid of death?

Aren't they afraid of death!!

"Poof!"

The embarrassed and angry Turkic barbarian stabbed into Zhao Erhu's body with a knife.

"Miscellaneous, remember to Lao Tzu that the bones of our Han people will always be harder than your scimitars!"

Zhao Erhu resisted the urge to vomit blood, and used the last strength of his body to swallow the meat and blood in his mouth.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

The Turkic barbarians were like crazy, and kept waving the scimitar in their hands.

After a while, Zhao Erhu's body was a blur of flesh and blood.

Although the Turkic barbarians cut off Zhao Erhu's flesh, they failed to cut off his arrogant bones!

Seeing this scene in front of him, the captured Youzhou soldiers instantly burst into tears.

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but he hasn't reached the sad place.

"The bones of our Han family are always harder than your knives!"

The scarred Youzhou soldiers snuggled up to each other and roared hysterically.

The arrogance of the sons and daughters of the Han family, with their voices, goes straight into the sky, and the mountains and rivers are magnificent!