Bagenren's face flushed slightly with excitement, and he was about to pounce on him to fight for the knife, and two pigeons flew up, one on the left and one on the right, and landed on Guo Yang's shoulder.

The two gray pigeons, whose neck feathers seemed to be a little sky blue, combed their beautiful feathers with their red paws, and called "cooing".

Everyone was stunned by this strange scene, and forgot to do it for a while.

Guo Yang took a sip of wine, reached out and touched the feathers of the pigeon, and said with a smile: "Okay, got it." ”

The two doves seemed to understand something, fluttered away, circled a few times, and disappeared into the mist of the Bagan Peak.

The man craned his neck and watched the two pigeons fly into the thick fog before he withdrew his gaze blankly.

A crisp "boom" sounded in their ears, and their necks shrank subconsciously.

It's the sound of a bowstring!

There are two things that these prairie jackals are most familiar with, one is a horse, and the other is a bow and arrow.

As soon as the bowstring sounds, the battle begins!

As soon as the Bagen people turned their faces sharply, they saw a dense array of arrows, shooting like a storm.

The two rows of people at the front didn't even have time to shout, and their bodies were shot into a sieve, and they fell backwards like a stack of grain.

Immediately afterward, two more rows of Bagan were shot to the ground.

Immediately after that, there were two more rows.

……

The dense crowd became the best target, like rags in a storm, and in the blink of an eye, a large piece was torn off.

The arrows were too thick, and the damage caused by an arrow thicker than a thumb into the body was terrifying.

The crossbow was so powerful that the arrows made a piercing sound of breaking through the air, and with a "buzzing" sound, they nailed the Bagan people to the mud, only their hands and feet twitched awkwardly, and their eyes stared disappointedly at the gray sky, a little dazed.

The crowd was in a state of chaos, and some people tried to escape, but as soon as they turned around, they were shot forward and staggered forward seven or eight steps, and fell headlong on the wet grass, dying without a sound.

There were also some people, waving the weapons in their hands, trying to push away the dense arrows, but in the blink of an eye, they were shot out of several round holes, and blood was gushing from both sides of their bodies.

Roars, cries, curses, loud voices.

The Bagan were blinded by a flurry of arrows, scurrying about like a swarm of headless flies, and some of them reacted, throwing two ridiculous looped legs towards the stables.

The horses had long since been taken away, leaving a severed rein, and hanging alone on a wooden stake.

The people of Bagen were dumbfounded, these damned merchants were premeditated!

Without horses, these proud jackals of the steppe are like eagles with broken wings and snakes with fangs plucked.

Someone cursed loudly in frustration, turned and ran out of the stable, only to be knocked to the ground by a terrible burst of arrows.

The rest hid behind the wooden stakes in the stables, trying to find an opportunity to escape. However, in the blink of an eye, I saw a group of cavalry sweeping towards me like a gust of wind.

The crotch of the hateful cavalry was none other than the steed of their Bagan people, and those on horseback, dressed in robes of leopard, wolf, or bearskin, each wielded a bright knife in his hand, and screamed strangely.

The Bagan people were even more panicked, and some people trembled and tried to use their bows and arrows, but they found that their two arms were a little disobedient, and the arrows shot out were not accurate, but they shot a Gesang flower in the distance, and the pink petals were scattered all over the ground.

……

The dense and powerful arrows lasted about a cup of tea, but to the Bagan it seemed like 10,000 years.

They were shot over in large swaths in panic, and some of them who were not dead for the time being wailed, rolled, trembled, and twitched in the gurgling stream of blood.

Finally, slowly die.

There were corpses everywhere, blood everywhere, and the blood pooled, forming dark red rivers on the wet meadows, which flowed into the Arishan Haizi and stained the lake red.

The fish at the bottom of the lake panicked and quickly fled into the distance, ripples spreading rapidly on the surface of the water.

Round after round of dense arrows, most of the Bagan people were killed, and there were less than two hundred left, stumbling in the mud and panicking.

A group of horsemen swept by, leaning as if hanging on horseback, leaning over and slashing, sweeping away, raising a cloud of mud mixed with the blood of the Bagans.

There were less than a dozen of the Bagans left, howling and rolling in the mud, dodging the crazy hooves and knives.

That group of cavalry numbered less than a hundred, but it was evident that they were highly trained, their horsemanship was excellent, and their kung fu on horseback was no weaker than that of the steppe people.

After a charge, they rushed out seventy or eighty paces, and then, turning their horses' heads, launched another stormy charge. Even in the face of a dozen embarrassed Bagan people, they did not relax in the slightest.

Goshawk fights rabbits, and you have to go all out!

This is the classic quote that Guo Yang and Anu taught Ah Jiu to them.

After a long burst of mud, the last dozen or so of the Bagan disappeared, their necks slashed by the men in front of them, and then trampled into mud by the hooves of the horses that followed.

……

The battle is over.

The old patriarch Gilda got out of the big ox cart and gasped as he looked at the messy scene in front of him.

More than 2,000 heroic steppe knights, one meal effort, became such a scene, to the surprise of this old man who once galloped on the field.

He licked his lips with some difficulty and looked at Guo Yang.

Guo Yang's face was flat, and he looked at the towering Bagen Divine Peak from afar, and only after a long time did he retract his gaze and look at the tents of those Bagen people.

There were many old people, women and children hiding in the tents of the Bagan people, and they were so frightened that they huddled in the tents and did not dare to come out.

They've seen so many battles that many of them, even those half-grown kids, have actually killed people. They are growing into prairie jackals.

Their warriors are like a group of lambs who have strayed into a rain of arrows, and they have been killed by a wild shot on their heads and faces, and this horrific scene is the first time they have seen it, and of course, it may be their last time.

Guo Yang, the businessman, wearing a leopard skin robe, is a demon through and through.

At this moment, the demon stared at them coldly, slowly drinking the wine, not knowing what to think.

"Guo Yang, thank you." Old Patriarch Gida swallowed hard and said.

"Kill them." Guo Yang said flatly, turned around and got into the big ox cart.

The old patriarch Jida was dumbfounded and felt incredible.

The rules on the grassland generally do not slaughter those old and weak women and children, unless there is a monstrous hatred, will make a move to exterminate the clan. This businessman broke the rules of the steppe people with a faint word, which is too unusual.

What's more, those old and weak women and children are all captives, and they are a very good group of slaves, how can they be killed if they are killed?

The old patriarch Jida hurriedly got into Guo Yang's big ox cart, ready to intercede for those Bagen people.

Suddenly, two more groups of cavalry swept in, and the first group threw a rope with a hook and overturned the tents of the Bagan people.

A group of cavalry swept through like a violent wind, and the knives slashed at the old men, women, and children, making a muffled "clatter" that broke people's hearts.

Those people didn't call much, they were just old jackals, female jackals, and little jackals, and they didn't deserve to wail during the cavalry charge.

The old patriarch Gilda turned his head suddenly, just in time to see this scene, he felt that his face was a little stiff, and his old eyes, accustomed to seeing blood and death, suddenly flickered.

He sighed, shook his head, and got into Guo Yang's big ox cart.

Guo Yang was drinking a handful of wine slowly, without any expression on his face, which made the old patriarch Jida speechless.

"There are still three or four hundred people on the Bagan Divine Peak, among them, some are nobles, and some are slaves." Anu held a piece of cloth in his hand, on which were written two lines of words.

"Kill them all." Guo Yang didn't raise his head, and said lightly.

"Huh? Some of them were slaves! The old patriarch Jida was anxious and blurted out, "Ulihan and they may also be in it, Guo Yang, I beg you, let them go." ”

"Leave anyone alone?" Guo Yang asked.

"Ullihan, our young people of Tengger." Old Patriarch Jedda said.

"Ulhan them? Those slaves rescued in the stables and sheepfolds, there are no Tengger people in them? Guo Yang frowned and asked.

"Rescued some slaves from the stables and sheepfolds? I've got to check it out! Guo Yang, remember my words, don't kill our own people. The old patriarch Gilda turned and left, slamming his forehead against the door frame of the big bullock cart in a panic.

"This old apprentice of Atu, hehe, his brain is a little bad." Waiting for the old patriarch Jida to leave the big ox cart, Anu suddenly laughed.

Guo Yang turned his face, looked at Anu and said with a smile: "Sometimes, you have to use your brain, these grassland people don't give them some color to see, they don't know to be afraid." ”

"Young Master, you're getting worse and worse now. When he scared Wang Huzi back then, his technique was still a little jerky, but now he is very proficient. Anu came over and took a handful of wine and drank it all.

Guo Yang smiled bitterly, opened the car window, and looked out.

At some point, the rain stopped, and the sky began to glow brightly after a long day.

The bodies of the Pagan people were scattered on the ground, and the death was horrific, especially the corpses of the elderly, women and children.

Guo Yang did not evade, looking directly at those corpses, as if he wanted to remember them forever and engrave them into his mind.

"It's going to be clear, and we have to dispose of these bodies as soon as possible, otherwise, they will be easy to rot." Anu said.

"No, wait a minute." Guo Yang said.

Anu was stunned and asked, "Why?" ”

Guo Yang slowly stood up, holding the wine jue, and slowly walked out of the big ox cart, half-squinting his eyes, looking at the endless grassland.

"What about the vassals of the Bagans? Go back and send someone to invite them, so that they can witness the Tengger people's methods together. Guo Yang said leisurely.

Anu suddenly smiled and said, "Young Master, you just finished scaring that old patriarch Jida, and you started to scare people from other tribes again. ”

"Anu, we are still weak, so we have to play with some weakling. It's not that I'm cruel and bloodthirsty, and I want to slaughter those old and crippled women and children, but I really don't want to leave any potential enemies behind and let them grow up. Chopping the grass is to eradicate the roots, Ah Jiu understands better than you and me. Guo Yang whispered, his expression a little gloomy.

A jue of wine, served for most of the day, it seems that it will never be finished.