The Jin people had the largest formation and the fastest defeat, which surprised everyone.

The four gates were in the bottom array, and they didn't even cut off a single hair of those steppe people, but they were smashed by a big stone.

Looking at the fragments of shields scattered all over the place, the bodies of twenty or thirty bloody corpses, and the soldiers who had their throats cut by the sneak attack, the soldiers of the vassal states shut up, their faces were pale, and they didn't seem to be in a good mood.

The prairie people are scheming, ruthless, simple and rude, and unscrupulous in order to achieve their goals, they are really a bunch of stinky and shameless things.

But it's such a group of people who have cured thousands.

The old general of Yan Guo's face was like ashes, and a sad wry smile hung on the corner of his mouth, making him look even older.

"Brothers of the farming tribe, shall we continue the duel with a hundred people, or a duel with a group of ten people?" Amu Tian asked with a shameless smile.

No one in the vassal states said a word.

The thrilling scene of Shicai is still in front of them, which makes them frightened and even more frightened.

This time, they finally saw clearly, where are those steppe people clumsy? More agile than a leopard, more ferocious than a hyena, a bright knife opened the bow left and right, and in a blink of an eye, it cut the necks of several people.

Their method of killing is very special, not the kind of slashing, chopping, chopping or chopping of the farming tribesmen, but a light slash on the opponent's neck.

Cut, a word that hurts.

Everyone felt that their necks were slightly cold, and they couldn't help but shiver, and some even reached out and touched their throats.

The wind on the grassland is cold, and it is said to come from a distant field of ice and snow.

There, that's the north.

Everyone felt a chill, and began to dodge the knife-like gaze of the one hundred and one steppe people, and seemed a little cringe.

"Brothers of the farming tribe, we have made an appointment in advance, we will not die, you kill us people, you leave, we will definitely not stop you." Amu said with a cold face.

The old general of Yan Guo trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but it turned into a slight sigh.

"If you don't keep your promise and don't carry this fair duel to the end, then don't blame us for being polite. Our 3,000 Iron Horsemen are nearby, and if you want to pay a heavier price, pack up and get out!" Amu said in a deep voice, and with an arrow in his hand, he shot down a vulture flying over his head.

When the vulture fell to the ground, the soldiers of the vassal states looked at each other.

The archery of this steppe man was so terrifying that he shot the vulture's head with an arrow.

The sun hung brightly in the sky, but the wind was cold.

If they did not covet other people's 8,000 war horses, these generals and soldiers should sit in the warm barracks tent at this moment, gather around a pot of fire, eat meat, drink wine, and talk about other people's mothers-in-law.

Damn the steppes, damn the horses, the damn north wind is howling.

"Brother Prairie," the old general of the Yan Kingdom finally spoke, "since you are so confident, then continue the duel." A hundred against a hundred, never to die. ”

"Okay, old general, refreshed! Let's have a fight that will never stop, when will you kill all of us one hundred and one, when will you leave the grassland, go back to your warm house, sit by the fire, hold your wife and children and make love with you. Amu's face finally calmed down, and with a wave of his hand, a hundred young people from the grassland rushed in.

"The strong man of Yandi listened to the order, this battle is not only a desperate battle, but also a moment to show a man. Don't be intimidated by the ferocity of your opponents, they are also flesh and blood, except that they are a pack of wild wolves, a pack of disgusting jackals. Drawing out our swords and piercing these miscellaneous throats, the old man promised to slaughter a steppe man with a bounty of one hundred taels! ”

The old general of Yan State was like a bell, very inciting, and in a few words, he encouraged those soldiers who had lost their souls.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

"Fight! War! War! ”

The momentum was huge and refreshing, and even Amu and the others felt very comfortable, and couldn't help but clench the knife in their hands.

……

What followed was one tiresome fight and slaughter after another.

Teams of warriors from the vassal states were sent to fight the steppe people for a few rounds before being killed.

Fortunately, the knives of these steppe people are indeed very sharp, and almost all of them are killed with one sword, so they don't make everyone suffer more.

Gradually, those soldiers began to be a little numb, and they were hit by their own generals, and they rushed forward without hesitation.

Damn, this trip to the grassland is too memorable and too difficult, since you can't go home smoothly, it's better to fight it.

The steppe people's knives began to curl, and they had to take the time to sharpen the stone that had smashed through the four gates.

Listening to the piercing sound of sharpening knives, the soldiers of the vassal states became even more numb, and some people rushed straight up, just to be stabbed happily. They can be regarded as seeing clearly, those dog-day generals don't treat them as human beings at all, and you have to obediently put your neck up and let your opponent cut it lightly.

Some people take a long breath before they die, and the kind that is very comfortable, seems to be completely liberated, and closes their eyes calmly.

……

When such a massacre reached the fifth round, Amu stopped the soldiers of the vassal states from being sent to death in time.

If you keep killing like this, something will happen, and the rest will be completely desperate, and then, like those wild beasts, will instinctively flee in all directions.

That's trouble.

"Brothers of the farming tribes, such a tedious battle is disgusting. We are all human beings, and there is no need to be so cruel. In this way, how about we stop the duel for a while, get some meat, drink a bowl of hot soup, rest for the night, and start again tomorrow morning? Amu said loudly.

"Don't fucking get cheap and sell well! We Yan people are not afraid of death, continue to fight! One of the old general's personal soldiers of the Yan State shouted violently, but was slapped to the ground by the old general.

"Bastard, people's hearts are flesh and blood, this little brother is right, this kind of duel is really boring. Bury the pot and cook, rest for the night, and fight again tomorrow! The old general's gray hair was even more majestic, and everyone else shut up.

……

The people of the vassal states began to slaughter horses, and there was no firewood, so Amu sent some of them, and in addition, he specially sent a hundred bags of mare's milk wine.

The generals were very suspicious of Amu's good intentions, and a hundred bags of mare's milk wine were secretly poured out, for fear that these cunning grassland offals would poison the wine.

Eating horse meat, drinking two bowls of hot broth, and looking at the fire in front of them, many soldiers secretly cried.

In the middle of the night, someone sang a song, but it was those songs from the Central Plains, warm, elegant, and poignant, and everyone remembered their dilapidated and warm home.

The vast majority of ordinary soldiers are the children of commoners, and the occasional declining nobles are actually poor people.

Therefore, they are tired of the war, but they really have no choice, they are tied by the official family, and they can no longer escape, otherwise, their families will suffer.

A veteran with gray temples quietly touched the place where the mare's milk wine was poured, lying on his stomach in the grass like a wild dog, sticking out his tongue, licking the frozen mare's milk wine.

It's wine, and even if it's poisonous, it shouldn't be poured out!

Those beasts who are high up and love their dog's life more than anything else.

These soldiers, they can't even take a sip of poisonous wine.

Licking and licking, the old soldier's shoulders swayed, and he whined and wailed in a low voice, wishing to die immediately.

……

In order to prevent the people of the vassal states from stealing the camp, they took turns eating meat and drinking wine, spraying strong wine one by one, laughing loudly, and from time to time wrapped in sheepskin robes and running outside the tent to pee.

This mare's milk wine is really a good thing, but it is easy to urinate after drinking too much.

Amu drank a lot of wine, he stood in front of the tent and peed comfortably, and was about to turn around and walk into the tent, but he heard a faint cry in the distance.

The crying is very muffled and makes people's noses sour.

Amu actually relented a little at that moment.

But in an instant, his face became gloomy, thinking of the hard days of those years, and then thinking about his father who was shot into a hedgehog by the arrows of the Zhou people, and his mother who was ruined to death by the soldiers of the Yan Kingdom, and the twenty or so brothers who were killed by the doglegs of the Zhou people, he immediately became hard-hearted.

Dog mongrel!

Burning with a nameless rage, Amu stepped into the tent, lifted a bag of wine, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Starting tomorrow, change tactics!" Amu announced.

"How to change?" A young man asked.

"Don't be soft, use the most cruel method to kill those dogs, arouse their anger, and let them take the initiative to pester us!" Amu said in a deep voice.

……

The next day, the sun rose two poles high, and both sides had their stomachs full and began a duel.

The soldiers of those vassal states seemed to be still recalling the feelings of last night, and found that these steppe people were actually not bad, at least they could treat their opponents as people.

This kind of hidden change was permeated on everyone's faces, so when they faced a hundred grassland people, they politely hugged their fists and invited each other, as if it was about to happen, it was a point-to-point exchange on the rivers and lakes.

Unexpectedly, before they could react, the group of steppe people actually pounced on them like crazy, and they didn't even bother to use knives, and directly began to abuse them.

Nails, knees, elbows, teeth, feet, unkempt heads, everything, how comfortable to get.

Picking out eyeballs, breaking ten fingers, biting off necks, tearing off arms, gnawing on faces, how cruel and how to get it.

In a moment, the soldiers of the hundred vassal states suffered a great sin, and in less than a few breaths, twenty or thirty of them were missing arms and legs, and their faces were covered with blood, and they rolled on the ground in pain.

Those steppe people turned their faces and didn't recognize people, chased those soldiers and punched and kicked, and several people were actually caught by the two of them, torn into two pieces alive, and threw blood and internal organs to the ground.

Everyone was stunned, where is this duel, it's just a bunch of mad dogs!

The anger was ignited, and everyone was so excited by the battle in the field that they screamed and wanted to pounce on them and tear them to pieces.

Drink the blood of the enemy, eat the flesh of the enemy, gouge out the eyes of the enemy, pull out the internal organs of the enemy, and kill the enemy's dog!

The high-ranking generals were also hideous-looking, roaring angrily, while making the soldiers who were torn in the field fight like men, and at the same time taking the opportunity to boost morale.

The crowd is excited, and the anger is burning.

The fury ignited the grasslands of early winter.

Kill a hundred, and another hundred soldiers will rush in.

People seem to have forgotten their weapons, and when they enter the venue, they can't help but throw the broken copper and iron in their hands to the ground and pounce on their opponents with their bare hands.

The grassland people use their teeth, and Lao Tzu also uses his teeth.

The steppe people use their nails, and Lao Tzu also uses his nails.

The grassland people roared again and again, and Lao Tzu's roar became even crazier.

Lose your marbles.

People are crazy.

I don't know which miscellaneous general, for fear that this kind of cruel slaughter would not be enjoyable, he actually ordered the soldiers to beat more than a dozen cowhide drums.

The drums rumbled, the killing shook the sky, and on the grassland, a group of wild beasts fought.

Never die!

Don't die!

……

The pure bite lasted for three full hours.

If it weren't for Amu shooting an arrow over a personal soldier next to the old general of Yan Guo, the scene would almost get out of control.

The other side is a wheel war, and he does not hesitate to sacrifice the lives of a hundred and a hundred soldiers, and wants to kill the steppe people in one go.

The soldiers were purely angry and hateful, and the generals were the real bad guys, and as long as they could win, they didn't care whether they lived or died.

Amu saw through their insidious intentions at a glance, so he took tough measures to end the duel that day.