Chapter 524: Extermination

To the north of the Hexi Corridor, the Gobi Desert is the majority, and the ice and snow meltwater from the Qilian Mountains nourishes the long and narrow oases. The oasis grassland, as a land for animal husbandry, is precious in the barren Hexi region. Scarce resources have always been the object of contention, only the strong can rely on them, and the warriors of the servant tribe are fierce and fierce, so there is no doubt that they can live here as masters, and as for the original natives, if they do not die, they can only survive as their slaves.

Izpe's family controlled two oases, one of which he himself controlled, with a tribe population of nearly 10,000.

The Hu people, who live in a harsh environment, have a common 'sex', are short-tempered, brave and ruthless, and speak with knives when they disagree, even between brothers. Izib was born with this gene, and he was prone to whipping the soldiers of the tribe, let alone the slaves. Since the battle of Wild Wolf Valley and the abolition of his lower body martial arts by Li Huaitang, the brutality factor in his blood has become more and more vigorous, and torturing and killing several slaves every day has become his greatest hobby.

During this time, Izpe's life was very regular, drinking heavily at night, falling asleep drunk, and waking up at noon to work.

Noon, the time of greatest fear for the slaves, if they were selected to be sent to the tent of Izpe, it would be equivalent to stepping into the ghost 'gate', from their queue to the tent is only a short ten steps, but it will be the last part of their life, before they die, they or they will suffer unimaginable pain in the world.

The three 'female' slaves were dragged into the tent with a cry of despair.

The remaining slaves were secretly glad that at the very least, they could still see the afternoon sun. However, sometimes the afternoon sun is not so easy to see, and at the junction of heaven and earth in the west, a black wall rolls in, roaring like thunder.

"Sandstorm!" Born in Si and raised in Si, the people of the Fugu Department have been tossed by this thing, so they are quite familiar with this "guest" who likes to come uninvited.

"Hide!"

In the face of nature's temper, everyone stands on the same running line, what nobles, what warriors, what slaves, all the same, all fragile lifeforms. At this time, no one cares about identity, no one cares about the hierarchy, and some just flee in embarrassment, looking for a place to hide.

The Sandstorm is brutal and destructive, and the only thing to be thankful for is that it is departing.

Finally surviving the test of nature, the garrison of the servant department was covered with a thick layer of yellow sand, and the vitality of the oasis that had been manifested a moment before was almost buried under the yellow sand, and an unyielding banner hung crookedly on a remnant mud wall, as if to show people its tragedy.

"Poof!" Izpe rose from under the yellow sand and spit out the sand from his mouth. He was just about to scold, but in his sight, a black line appeared in the sky to the west.

It's not a sandstorm, it's an enemy horse!

The experienced Izpe is very sure of his judgment.

"Get up, get up, fight!"

Izpe's cries were futile and helpless, and only added to the panic.

Where's the warhorse? Where's the weapon?

This was the answer that the soldiers of the Servant Tribes wanted to know, however, they could not 'hand in' a satisfactory answer before the enemy cavalry arrived.

'Handing' blank rolls will be punished at the cost of their lives!

Knowing that he could not escape, he resolutely raised his sword to meet the galloping iron horseman, and under his leadership, the warriors of the Fugu tribe showed their fierce side of not fearing death, and rushed at the enemy cavalry when they caught anything, even a handful of gravel......

The disparity is not something that can be bridged by fanaticism and bravery, and madness often hastened its demise.

Dozens of paces apart, the iron horsemen from the west released thousands of feathered arrows, which fell with the strong wind, or 'inserted' into the body of the servant, or 'inserted' into the yellow sand.

Izpep dodged the attack of the feathered arrow with a tumbling, and as soon as he stood up, a fast horse arrived in front of him, and the sword broke through the air and cut down......

"Bang dang!"

The two Han knives collided violently, making a sonorous sound.

The mouth of the tiger was cracked, the sword fell to the ground, the body retreated a few steps with the direction of the force, and before he could stand firmly, another horse killed, the scimitar scratched, as fast as lightning, and then an arm fell to the ground, and at the same time, the owner of the arm, Yiji fell back with a wail, smashing up countless yellow sands.

The West Iron Rider is cold-blooded and ruthless, and anyone who stands is their scimitar target, no matter how old or weak, no matter 'women' or children.

Resistant, die! Runaway, die! Stand and die!

It is the wise men who are alive and well, who choose to lie still, to endure the iron hooves that pass them or their unfortunate companions.

The battle was completely one-sided, and it was not until the blood of the servants stained the yellow sand that the Xilai Iron Cavalry put away its bloody swords.

The knight who cleaned the battlefield came to the main general with a one-armed wounded enemy and a Han sword.

"Report to General Bai, we found this!" The knight said as he handed over a sharp sword.

"Han Dao?! He has a Han sword? The general took the spoils of war in disbelief.

The Han sword is a specialty of Ningyuan, and the materials, craftsmanship and craftsmen are strictly controlled, and it is impossible for outsiders to get them, let alone the Hu people, unless they defeat the Ningyuan Iron Cavalry in battle and seize the equipment of the soldiers.

"Say! How did you get there? The general swung his knife around the captive's neck.

"Phew!" The captive was very angry, and his eyes glared angrily with the pain that pierced his heart, and his hideous expression seemed to tear the other party apart and swallow it.

"Bai Xiaode, don't 'waste' your words. his ancestor, he must have picked us up in the Wild Wolf Valley! A gangster general snatched the Han knife and looked at it.

"Huh?" Han General's face 'revealed' the 'color' of anger.

Bai Xiaode asked: "What did Lao Lu find?" ”

"Damn, this knife is Li Zhongxin's!" Han will be furious.

"Li Zhongxin? How do you know? ”

"There's an engraving on the hilt, see for yourself!"

Bai Xiaode took it and took a look, and there were indeed three words Li Zhongxin on the hilt. Bai Xiaode was furious and ordered: "Those who dare to wreck my Ningyuan soldiers will be killed!" Listen, leave this thief behind, and kill the rest! ”

Lu Shangqing hurriedly spoke out to stop it: "There are still some slaves in the captives, and my wolf team still has to rely on them to enrich it!" ”

Bai Xiaode snorted and said, "Then let these captives kill all the servants!" ”

At the beginning of the massacre, as long as it was a non-slave, it was the object of killing. The slaves who used to be under the leather whip of the servants dug several large pits, and all the servants who did not die under the iron hooves of the scimitars were driven down into the pits, and then the slaves frantically filled the sand......

Seeing his people being killed alive, Iji wailed in anger, but he was tied up by the five 'flowers' and could do nothing but accept the fact that he was exterminated.

Hastily disposing of the captives, Bai Xiaode marched eastward, treading on the trail of the sandstorm, and continued eastward, where the iron cavalry would help them catch up with the sandstorm.

Izpe despaired, and dozens of miles to the east of his tribe was the domain of his brother Izis, an oasis where another tribe of his family lived, and the tragedy of extermination would be repeated in them...... Please keep in mind the URL, if you like "War Owl in Tang" written by the wolf under the moon