Chapter 213: Ravage

Autumn is a happy time to harvest fruits and a time to be grateful. Every year, more than a dozen large and small tribes near the 'Yao' Killing Water Basin drive herds of cattle and sheep to gather upstream. There, they will hold an annual festival to thank the river gods for their favor and pray that the river gods will continue to bring blessings to them in the coming year.

As the head of the six main parts of 'medicine' to kill water, the Rat Nibu naturally became the host of the ceremony.

This year's memorial ceremony should be very lively, because, last year, they followed Sulu Khan to rob the south and the north, and the population and wealth suddenly skyrocketed, and the gifts contributed to the river god also rose with the tide. However, for some reason, several tribes did not appear on time for such an important worship event, including two major tribes.

You can wait to eat and drink, but the temper of the river god cannot be provoked by waiting, otherwise, if there is any disaster in the coming year, you will cry without tears.

Noon has arrived, and the memorial ceremony is carried out as scheduled. Ugly and grotesque wizards are dancing exaggeratedly, countless bonfires are burning in broad daylight, tens of thousands of people are frantic, and mystical and devout prayers are flying all over the sky......

"Shang, Shang Ren, you, do you have Kaiyuan Tongbao with you?"

On the edge of the 'medicine' killing water, the Turgish people who worship the river god have built a high platform, and there are ten wooden pillars on the high platform, and each wooden pillar is tied to a "sacrifice" who is about to contribute to the river god, and each "sacrifice" is stripped of his shirt and waiting for the fate of being "slaughtered".

Unfortunately, Shang Ren and his young master, Shang Qi, are among the "sacrifices".

"I, I said, Shao Dongjia, now, now I think, what kind of money do I want? I, I'm afraid, I'm afraid to die. ”

Shang Qi smelled a smell of 'urine' and 'sao', and a wet piece suddenly appeared on Shang Ren's 'pants' and 'legs', and at his feet, a puddle of yellow water was accumulating.

There was no ridicule, and Shang Qi also had frequent 'urine' intentions. It's not a dream, it's not a joke, it's too real to be real, the legendary "sacrifice" identity is coming to them without any warning, and they don't even understand why it's happening.

"No, it's not. You, you don't know, in hell, the little devil is difficult, there is no money, you have to be chopped, fried, cut the 'meat' with a blunt knife......."

"Wow! I want to go home! Shang Ren was so frightened that he cried bitterly and acted like crazy.

The cry was so weak, buried in the boiling and frantic shouting, that it could not stop the ritual from continuing.

A fierce executioner, with a face full of horizontal 'flesh', holding a sharp scimitar, looked at the "sacrifices" on the pillar viciously.

As the wizard wears out, a terrifying, terrifying scene is about to unfold......

I don't know if it's luck or bad luck, the merchant master and servant are in the last place. Only one executioner was assigned to the Rats, who would complete the most mysterious and bloody part of the heart-digging and blood sacrifice.

The terrible and inhuman wails came to an abrupt halt as a blood-drenched and hot heart rose above the executioner's head. The crowd erupted in frenzied cheers, and in the midst of the evil jubilation, the living heart was thrown into the rushing 'medicine' to kill the water, and legend has it that the river god was waiting under the surface of the river, waiting for the sacrifice.

The second slave was lucky enough to be killed, and the executioner stood before him, but he felt no more pain, and the horror just now was so vivid that it had scared him to death.

The last merchant and servant in line had pale faces, trembling violently, and their legs were weak, and if they were not firmly tied to the wooden pillars, they would have slumped on the ground. Without exception, there was an extra puddle of yellow water under the feet of the rest of the people, but the area of the puddle of water under Shang Ren's feet was a little larger.

Blood sacrifices, once they have begun, cannot be stopped. Halfway through, Shang Ren fainted in the midst of screaming and crying, and Shang Qi was almost on the verge of collapse......

Hope, bounce back in despair. The butcher's knife stopped in front of Shang Ren. The blood sacrifice of the high 'tide' was stifled by the sudden intrusion of a horseman.

"It's a warrior of the Five Beads, oh my God, he has three feathered arrows on his back."

The crowd gradually woke up from the madness, and someone from the absent Wuzhu Department finally arrived, appearing in a strange outfit. Many eyes converged in two directions, half focused on the leader of the Rat Ni tribe, who was anxiously asking the warrior of the Five Beads Tribe, and half looked in the direction of the warrior of the Five Beads tribe. In the distance, there seemed to be something, yes, felt, a tremor, a tremor of the earth, more and more pronounced, more and more intense.

In the harsh living environment, the herdsmen on the grassland have always been very vigilant, and the slightest disturbance can arouse their suspicions. It is a pity that the tribes of the 'medicine' killing water basin are accustomed to being comfortable, and the strong rise of the Turgish people has allowed them to enjoy many years of tranquility, and they have always taken the initiative to raid and kill everywhere, and their sense of preparedness is extremely weak. In addition, today is a holy day, and they are even more defenseless, if it weren't for the desperate escape of the Wuzhu Tribe, I am afraid that they would not wake up until the three thousand knights led by Li Huaitang killed in front of them.

Until now, Li Huaitang was still wondering why the god of luck favored him so much. All the way along the 'medicine' to kill the water to the east, his results can only talk about a few small tribes. Unexpectedly, luck came as soon as it was said, in a valley, he ran into a migrating tribe head-on, this tribe is not small, the population should look like thousands, driving hundreds of thousands of cattle and sheep to appear in front of Li Huaitang's eyes recklessly.

Of course, Li Huaitang will not be polite to the 'fat' and 'meat' that is automatically delivered to his mouth, and the soldiers under his command will not be polite either. When the herdsmen of the Wuzhu Department were flashed by the butcher's knife in the neck, they realized that they had made an unforgivable mistake, so the 'elite' cavalry was not their own people!

Compared to the number of scimitars raised, the population of the Wuzhu Division was too large, and in the panic, a knight still escaped.

The custom of the grassland herders is to scatter their grazing in the 'spring' day and gather in the autumn. There was no need to torture the captives, Li Huaitang knew that this tribe must be heading to the place of convergence.

The fish that slipped through the net of the Wuzhu Department did not expect that it was he who brought the disaster to the tribes of the 'Medicine' Killing Water Basin.

The results of hundreds of thousands of cattle, sheep and horses did not have the slightest restraining effect on Li Huaitang, and he decisively led three thousand knights to closely follow behind the survivor of the Five Beads Tribe, and chased him to the land of blood sacrifice.

Countless cattle, countless Turks, unsuspecting in front of the three thousand knights, 'seducing' and 'confusing' the soldiers' meritorious hearts.

Iron hooves rumble, scimitars are shining, and there is a super-large flock of sheep in front of them, waiting for them......

Shang Qi, who was already desperate, felt the trembling of the earth, felt the panic of the Tuqi Shi people, and then felt hope. He opened his eyes in amazement, incredulous, excited to see the miracle becoming, the death-like executioner not knowing what to do, and the savior approaching!

"Tang Jun! The Tang Army is coming, long live the Tang Army! The first thing that caught his eyes was a mighty knight, the war horse was elegant, the speed was extremely fast, the knight on horseback was majestic, murderous, holding the unique horse lance of the Tang Army, everywhere he passed, there was no bloody rain, corpses flying, mixed with the wail of death.

Since entering the 'medicine' water basin, Li Huaitang has taken the lead in every battle, charging ahead, and is invincible.

People are more angry than people, and talent can't be compared. In a short period of time, the complex hammering skills have been mastered by Li Huaitang, and the tenacious lance is like an arm in his hand.

Another unarmed turk was hit by him, and his heavy body was like an arrow from the string, flashing quickly in mid-air, smashing the wooden platform of the blood sacrifice, and the obvious sense of vibration was transmitted to Shang Qi's back who was tied to the wooden stake.

The wolf enters the flock, and the killing is hearty. Li Huaitang swept left and right in a row in a row, and in an instant, at least five enemies were hit, drifting in the air, flying, or hitting foreign objects, or knocking down his own people who were fleeing, and they all perished.

The power of the lance made Li Huaitang can't help but marvel, because of its tenacity, almost all of the elastic force generated after hitting the target is transmitted to the target, and Li Huaitang's hand holding the lance is easy.

With the incomparably powerful Li Huaitang and the astonishing speed of the sweaty horse, this killing combination is almost perfect.

Before this, Shang Qi had never witnessed the war with his own eyes, and Li Huaitang's mighty performance opened his eyes. His eyes were wide open, and he didn't even want to blink, for fear of missing the 'fine' scene, even though Li Huaitang's figure was far away from his sight.

A guard of the Rat Ni Division, screaming moths to the fire, rushed on foot against Li Huaitang's horse lance.

A scene suddenly appeared in Shang Qi's mind: the grasshopper shook the tree.

Without any suspense, a black dot appeared in the air, and vaguely, a scream came.

"Well picked!"

Tang Shangwu, although Shang Qi is a businessman, he is no exception, his wealthy family gives him the opportunity to get close to the horse lance, and he still knows a little about the use of the lance. The generals of the Tang Army immediately struck the lance out of the gods, and the 'fine' color was infinite, but it was a pity that they gradually drifted away. Shang Qi had no choice but to turn his gaze to the wolf-like soldiers of the Tang Army.

"Huh?" In this world, of course, it is Tang Jun who can use Tang Lance. This is a matter of course in Shang Qi's cognition, so what about those who use the big food scimitar? Shang Qi was 'confused'.

Slightly behind Li Huaitang were hundreds of sweaty and bloody horsemen, hundreds of horses were hundreds of Damascus scimitars, indestructible, for a while, the heads of people were rolling, and the blood was everywhere.

The knights of the Light Rider were very depressed, in the dense crowd, the role of the horse's hooves was far greater than that of the scimitar, more practical, the rolling iron hooves were strong and powerful, under the rapid impact, there were almost no survivors, the horse's hooves were everywhere, and the rest were 'meat' sauce 'meat' mud, only a pity for those heads, a pity for those battle exploits.

Nearly 20,000 Turkic people from different tribes, the Uighurs have been in a 'chaos' and 'chaos' since the beginning. Unfortunately, all the horses are kept in the stables of the pasture, and if you want to get them, you have to go through the crowds.

And the attackers rightly killed any chance of their counterattack, and also killed their hope of escape.

The attack was sudden, but not planned. The leader of the attack was clever, resolute, and commanded quite well, and every cavalry stripped out of the army was like a sharp arrow, 'shooting' at the enemy's fatal 'holes' and weak spots. Thousands of knights, in an orderly manner, cooperate in battle.

Hundreds of fast horsemen were in charge of the charge, rushing straight into the enemy line and killing all the brave men who dared to resist. This most promising task was naturally taken over by the sweaty and bloody horses of the Eagle Rider. It is undoubtedly the best choice to deal with the unorganized, defenseless infantry, and extremely fast sweaty cavalry. Under the leadership of Li Huaitang, the bloodthirsty eagle cavalry soldiers went on a killing spree, wielding the scimitar in their hands to harvest their heads, and frantically urging the war horses under their crotch to trample on their lives. On the route advanced by hundreds of eagle horsemen, a bloody road paved with crushed 'flesh' and stumps appeared, stretching for nearly a thousand steps......

In addition, there are thousands of full-time horsemen to drive and disperse, pushing the 'chaos' and 'chaos' to more 'chaos' and 'chaos'. They were divided into dozens of small detachments, and when they saw that the crowd dared to stop the sulfur, they rushed to the place, sending panic with scimitars and horses' hooves.

This is not an ordinary 'mess' or 'mess'. The herdsmen of the various tribes who were attacked were like a flock of sheep scattered, 'chaotic' everywhere.

The strength of the Turgish people is not on the lips, and at the critical moment, many brave men have emerged.

There is no patent for ascending and raising his arms, and Hu Ren understands it.

A young Turkic tribal leader, with a clear mind, climbed up to the blood altar with his hands and feet, tore his throat and shouted, trying to gather the warriors of all tribes to this high platform that could not be impacted by war horses. His efforts slowly paid off, and several, dozens of tribal soldiers began to move closer to him.

"Oops!" Shang Qi couldn't help but complain, once these thieves came to power, the first person to kill must be him.

"Whoosh!"

A feathered arrow coldly pierced the Turkic head on the stage, and the sharp arrow penetrated through his left temple, appearing outside the right temple with blood.

With regret and horror, the body of the Tuqi Shiren smashed heavily at Shang Qi's feet, scattering a puddle of yellow water, and his eyes did not meet until he died.

A hundred paces away, the twin horsemen flashed, and the knight who rode the 'shot' glanced at this place with contempt.

This is the masterpiece of the Archer Knight of the Ministry of Light. Experience gained from actual combat, Li Huaitang has long realized the truth of capturing the thief and capturing the king first, and the last time he ambushed the Tuqi Shi people on the way to the Gulu Mine, Li Huaitang discovered the great effect of this tactic.

The tactic of "capturing the king" was repeatedly sacrificed by Li Huaitang, and he was tried and tested. This time was no exception, dozens of sharpshooters were singled out, and the 'gate' was responsible for dealing with the leaders and thorns of the enemy army. As the generals who could and dared to take the lead fell under the cold arrows, the herdsmen fell into a situation from which they could never recover.

Between the horse farm and the herdsmen, hundreds of armed cavalry lay among them, and the powerful crossbow arrows ruthlessly swept away the dense enemy, and the distance of 300 steps became an insurmountable chasm and a moat for the herdsmen of all tribes. The mountain of corpses and the sea of blood were shocking, destroying all the confidence to charge.

Killing, they played it perfectly.

3,000 versus 20,000, the disparity in numbers was too great, so that Li Huaitang rushed back and forth twice and still had not been 'waved' by the horse's hooves and war knives.

"Death to the cowardly!" The leader of the Rat Ni tribe, Kun Jian, with hideous and terrifying features, ruthlessly beheaded two of his soulless subordinates, and there were already ten of his subordinates who died under his scimitar.

It is undeniable that the army of steppe herdsmen is extremely brave. Behind the toughness, there is a lack of discipline. It is good that the war is smooth, but once it encounters a setback, the true 'nature' of its flock is fully revealed.

Kun Jian regretted it, damned wizard, when he said a blood sacrifice, the livestock were not allowed to approach, so as not to blaspheme the gods. Because of this, the elders of the tribe demanded that the horses, cattle and sheep be surrounded at the blood sacrifice site for several miles. After so many years, nothing has happened, and when slack becomes a habit, disaster strikes unexpectedly.

Although they saw the attackers approaching, the herdsmen were helpless, and they could not run to the herd of horses on foot before the attackers approached, and the distance of several miles seemed to be the dividing line between heaven and hell. Please keep in mind the URL, if you like "War Owl in Tang" written by the wolf under the moon