"Old thing, the knife is good." A Bagan man smirked, licked his lips greedily, instigated the horse under his crotch, and slowly pressed towards it.

The other Bagan people were anxious, afraid that the knife would be swallowed by others, and rushed over one after another.

For a moment, the scene was a bit chaotic, and the horses of the Bagan people were squeezing each other and snorting loudly.

"Old dog, give me the knife, I'll intercede for you in front of the Hazhnaohai patriarch, and give you a good time, how about it?" A Bagan man smiled and held out a hand.

The old patriarch Gilda looked at the paws of the Bagan man, suddenly smiled, and said, "Your fingernails are so dirty, all black cow dung, I wonder if the mutton you have caught will even be disgusted by dogs?" ”

The Bagan man was stunned for a moment, not understanding what he meant by saying this suddenly, and at the moment when he was slightly distracted, he suddenly felt a cold feeling on his wrist, and then, as soon as it hurt, the dog's paw was chopped off by the old patriarch Jida.

The palm of the hand fell to the ground, stained with a lot of dirt and blades of grass, and looked a little dirty.

The man suddenly roared angrily, hugged the broken half of his arm, trembling in pain, and his face turned pale with a brush.

"Old dog, I'll kill you!" As soon as the man's legs were clamped, the horse's front hooves suddenly leaped up, kicked twice in the air, and swooped forward.

The old patriarch Gida chopped off the dirty paws of the Bagan man with a knife, and one dodged to the feet of the other Bagan, and with a casual knife, one of the man's feet was cut off with sheepskin boots.

"Ahh

A terrible howl rang out, and the man who had one of his feet cut off curled up in pain, rolled off his horse like a clumsy black blind man, and roared and shivered desperately in the grass.

Guo Yang and Anu glanced at the old patriarch Jida's knife technique, and were even more surprised, looking at the body method and the way of the knife, it was undoubtedly the lone bamboo knife technique. It's just that it doesn't seem to take a long time to practice, and it's still a bit stiff, but there's no problem in dealing with these Bagan people alone.

But the battle on the steppe is either a lion and lion duel, and that is absolute fairness. Either it's a lion and hyena fight, and the hyenas don't bother to talk nonsense with you, as long as Lao Tzu kills you, it doesn't matter if it looks ugly.

Right now, the battle between the old patriarch Gilda and these Bagan people is the battle between the old lions and hyenas, and it is doomed from the beginning, and they will rush to it.

The old patriarch Gilda scurried through the messy hooves of the horses, looking like a lame wolf, killing and maiming three or four of the Bagan in the blink of an eye. However, he was also stabbed with a spear in the leg by the Bagan man, and a small round hole was poked in the calf, and blood flowed for a long time.

The old patriarch Gilda had a gloomy face, and fought with a group of Bagan people silently, not daring to show the slightest timidity. Because, he knows, these prairie jackals have not yet learned sympathy and pity.

The Bargan swords swung in the air, and the horses stretched out their front hooves in an attempt to trample the scurrying old dog into a pulp. They let out a strange cry, their faces were hideous, and they looked a little terrible.

However, the wounded wolf is still a wolf, and the old patriarch Jida's knife is played well, even if he is injured, as long as he is close, it is definitely an irresistible danger.

In less than a cup of tea, two more of the Bagan people died, and one more horse was lost, and the old patriarch Gilda had two or three new wounds on his body, and his sheepskin robe was almost soaked with blood.

In addition, those old people, women and children, seeing that the old patriarch Gilda was fighting for everyone's life, finally began to do it. They waved the tattered things in their hands and pounced silently at the tall Bagans.

The first to pounce on the Bargan was a gray-haired old man. His bony body looked trembling, as if a gust of wind could blow it down. But after all, he had been a warrior who had galloped on the steppe, so when he jumped up to the belly of a Bagan man's horse, he gave him a javelin.

The javelin struck the man in the waist, who was so engrossed in dealing with the old patriarch Gilda that he could not imagine that the old crippled women and children who were like dead dogs would dare to do it. Therefore, when his waist and eyes suddenly hurt, he still didn't care. However, when the old man who sneaked up on him gave him a loud "hi" and thrust the javelin into his body in half, Bargan realized that he had suffered a big loss.

It was too late, and that damn javelin had punctured his kidneys, passed through his intestines, and came out of the other side of his body.

As the old man drew his javelin abruptly, the attacker roared and rolled off his horse, rolling on the ground in pain, and wept in great shame for a while, and slowly stopped moving.

The gray-haired old man made a sneak attack, and he rolled over and got on horseback.

Suddenly, the temperament of the whole person changed, and where was a trembling bad old man, who was several times more heroic than those despicable Bagan people!

The sneak attack of the old and weak women and children made the Bagan people panic for a while, but after all, the disparity in strength was too great, and two or three people succeeded, each grabbing a horse, and the sneak attack of the others was broken by the Bagan people.

Narentoya's sneak attack also failed, the knife in her hand was too short, and she was really powerless against the Bagan people on horseback. She was whipped and rolled out, and when she got up, the man of Bargan urged his horse to rush over, and two hoofs were already hanging above her chest and abdomen, and trampled down fiercely.

She didn't have time to dodge, so she could only wave the knife in her hand helplessly. The knife was bright, especially striking in the light of the torch, illuminating her clean forehead.

The Bagen man seemed to hesitate for a moment, this little girl is too smart, and it is a pity to let the horse's hooves be flattened. However, with a grim face, he still commanded the two horses' hooves to suddenly step down.

At the last moment, Naren Toya suddenly remembered her man Ullihan, that handsome and upright man, and I don't know how he is now, and it is estimated that nothing good will come out of falling into the hands of these damn Bagan people.

She closed her eyes, and two tears quietly flowed down her cheeks, meandering down her cheeks, and into her ears, making her tickle a little.

The night on the prairie is so beautiful, the wind blows gently, the smell of grass, the smell of cow dung, the smell of sheepskin, and the smell of the wildflowers that are quietly blooming, all of which are so fascinating.

Unfortunately, these will be the last smells she will smell.

The starlight was quietly and evenly sprinkled on the earth, and at the same time on Naren Toya's beautiful face, making her look extraordinarily bright, just like the moon on the prairie.

The moment seemed long, even a little too long, and Narentoya thought about her life and her love story with Ullihan, and the two horses' hooves still did not fall.

Time is ridiculously slow, it's like a dream.

Naren Toya rolled over and sat up, only to find that all the damned Bagan people were dead, and there was not a single one left. Only twenty or thirty horses were shaving their turf and snorting in their place, and they looked like miraculous horses in the starlight!

The old patriarch Gilda was lying in the arms of a strange young man, his face was pale, and blood was spilling from the corners of his mouth, and he looked a little unpleasant.

A middle-aged man with a black face carried a spear and poked the corpses of the Bagan people one by one. The man looked cold, untouched, as if the corpses of the Bagan were some unkempt dog-tail grass that didn't deserve any more of his attention.

"Thank you, little hero. And you, thank you. The old patriarch Jida gasped, looked at Guo Yang and Anu, and said gratefully.

Guo Yang didn't say anything, anyway, he didn't know much about the language of these grassland people, so he could only listen to a key word, so he simply ignored it.

He took out a small bottle, poured out a yellow pill from it, and stuffed it into the mouth of the old patriarch Jida.

The pill seemed to be magical, and in less than a quarter of an hour, the old patriarch Jida's pale face had turned better.

The two old men stepped forward, bowed down and saluted Guo Yang and Anu, and then began to bandage the wounds of the old patriarch Jida. Their technique was peculiar, but effective, and the bloodshed stopped with a handful of dust on the terrible-looking wounds, wrapped them in sheepskin, and tied them with ropes.

Guo Yang stood up, walked over to the other two wounded, and left after a brief examination.

The injuries of those two people were too serious, and they had already lost their breath, even the Great Luo Immortal could not save them.

No one cried, and the Tenggers seemed to have become accustomed to death. The old men, the women and the children silently dug a pit on the spot and buried the two dead.

As for the corpses of the Bagans, they kicked them in disgust, eager to pounce on them and tear them a few times.

"Dig a big pit and bury the bodies of these beasts. It's summer, it's too hot, and when the corpses decompose, a plague will arise. Also, pack up, we'll move right away. "The old patriarch Gilda's breath is a little weak, but his orders are effectively carried out by everyone.

Moving is the most common thing for the steppe people, especially for these Tengger people, who have been living like wild dogs all these years, hiding in Tibet and roaming the grasslands like ghosts. Moving overnight is as common for them as a mother sheep about to lay a lamb.

Everything is done silently, and when the Tengger people are in a hurry, anyone will suddenly turn their faces into wolves. But most of the time, they don't talk about it, and they are even too taciturn, which makes Guo Yang and Anu feel a little depressed.

The old patriarch Gilda lay silently on the ox cart, wrapped in a few torn sheepskins, his eyes staring at the starry sky and not knowing what he was thinking.

Guo Yang, Anu and the other men were all on horseback, and there were very few men left in Tengger, plus the old man and children, there were less than thirty.

Those children are no strangers to riding on horseback, and after a little habituation, they can gallop wild.

Guo Yang and Anu looked at the children who were bent on the back of the horses and let the horses have fun from time to time, looked at each other, and laughed silently.

Tengger people seem to be born to live on horseback, especially their men, all of whom are good-looking.