"Congratulations to Your Majesty, for another good talent." Mu Guiying said with a smile.

Yang Gao smiled but did not speak.

Dai Zong took the lead, no, it should be said that one person took the lead, and he came to Yang Gao to salute without blushing or panting.

After the two chatted for a while, the three riders behind arrived.

Yang Gao was very happy, and immediately named Dai Zong a general from the nine ranks.

Dai Zong immediately thanked him and said that he would not hesitate to go to the soup for His Majesty.

Changbai Mountain.

A group of wild men dressed in animal skins, wielding weapons made of most stones, emerged from within Changbai Mountain.

A small city in the territory of the Khitan, next to the Changbai Mountains.

The town is peaceful, the Khitans are aggressive, but the folk customs are simple, of course, this is when you don't mess with them.

Smoke was rising from every house, and no one knew that Hades was ready to come and fetch their souls.

"Kill!" A shout broke the silence of the town.

The Khitan men who were at home searched for their weapons, and the tremor of the earth came from the power of the cavalry.

Everyone was shocked, but at this time, the aggressive folk customs played a great advantage.

But within a few breaths, all the men in every household left the door.

Embattled.

As soon as the cavalry came out, who competed.

An old man looked at the chaotic formation of the cavalry in front of him, and was suddenly overjoyed.

The old man's big hand was raised high and he shouted: "It's just a wild man who is coming, don't be afraid, big guy, rush forward!" Kill them all! ”

The old man believes in the bravery of his Khitan Erlang, and the savages are not yet able to capture it.

Some time ago, I heard someone say that the county town charged the heads of these wild people at a high price, one or two, but this is one or two, two or two......

In short, the number is not clear.

"Kill!" All the Khitan people are like being beaten with chicken blood, screaming excitedly, no, no, the opportunity to make a fortune has come!

The group of wild people who came out of Changbai Mountain, the man who led the way, had a weird smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Boom!"

The two sides are in contact with each other.

Suddenly, people on their backs abounded, and the Khitans were even more pitiful, most of them were directly knocked away by the speeding horses, and then trampled into flesh.

The old Khitan man who was commanding on the side was instantly afraid.

This group of savages is different from the others, this bravery.

The general trend has been achieved, and the old man wants to recall the laborers in his town, but it is too late.

Spears, axes, and hammers made of stone can kill people and attract blood.

The old man's body, which was still quite strong, suddenly turned into a sieve, and began to tremble.

Hundreds of Khitan laborers were exhausted in a single charge from those savages.

Those who were lucky enough to survive suddenly found that the white flowers and silver in their eyes suddenly became a monster, or a monster that chose people to eat.

The original bravery has long since disappeared, and only those who remain in place begin to tremble like chaff.

Those cold stone weapons kept hitting their companions around them.

Blood mixed with something white splattered everywhere.

Finally, someone broke down, threw down their weapons and began to flee in all directions.

The current scene is an idiom that can just describe the scene at this time, which is called 'hugging the head of the rat and running away'.

Seeing this, the old Turkic man closed his eyes helplessly.

The mouth muttered, "It's over, it's over, it's all over." ”

A tear slipped from his trembling body.

Suddenly, something obscured the light in front of the old man's eyes.

The old man slowly opened his eyes, and a man dressed in animal skins appeared in front of him, holding a long knife in his hand, which was used by the bravest warriors in the town at that time.

"You, who are you? For, why out, appeared here. The old man asked in a trembling voice.

"Hehe, end, Yan, ah, bone, fight, come here to collect debts!" The man said word by word, and the debt was settled.

The big knife in Wanyan's hand was swung suddenly.

'Poof! ’

A gray head was thrown high.

The savages who rounded up the remnants of the enemy also slowly moved closer to Wanyan Aguda.

Looking at the town that was already full of smoke, a cruel smile flashed at the corners of Wan Yan's mouth.

"Enter town!" It was like a voice from the Nine Hells, and it was extremely cold.

"Roar! Roar! Roar! A group of wild men shouted excitedly, and with their weapons in their hands, they set off towards the town, which was still peaceful.

“Duang！”

There was a loud bang, and the door of a courtyard was slammed open.

"Coming back!? What's going on? Why is there such a big movement! "There was a Khitan woman's voice in a room, shouting in Khitan at this time.

Suddenly, a figure blocked the small door of the room, and the limited sunlight was blocked.

The woman looked up strangely.

"Who are you!?" The man turned his back to the sun and couldn't see his face clearly, but the burly figure told the woman that this was not her husband.

"Haha!" Suddenly, the voice at the door burst out laughing.

The woman frowned, and the burning stick in her hand was tightly clenched.

The man strode towards the woman.

Picked up the woman.

The Khitan woman was shocked and couldn't help but shout.

"Hahaha!" The man's laughter was even more rampant and more unscrupulous.

"Boom!"

There was a crunch.

It turned out that the burning stick in the woman's hand slammed into the back of the man's head.

“Duang！”

The man was in pain, threw the woman on the firewood stack, reached out and touched the back of his head, but fortunately he just picked up a bag.

A fierce flash flashed in his eyes.

It doesn't matter what the place is.

The rough big hand tore the woman's flash, snow-white, no, it was some dark yellow skin like wheat exposed, and a flash of essence flashed in the big man's eyes.

Then the light of lewdness.

"Mother!" A child shouted at the door.

"Let's go! Don't come here! The woman also shouted in Khitan dialect.

The originally somewhat weak struggle suddenly became more powerful, and the woman shouted with tears in the corners of her eyes.

"Don't bully my mother! Don't bully my mother! The child shouted and pounced on the man riding on his mother.

"Humph!" The big man snorted coldly, and was held in his hand by the burning stick that the woman knocked in two on his head.

'Poof! ’

A sound sounded into the body, and the child stopped moving, and lay on the ground with force, blood gushing from the weak chest.

"My son!" The woman cried out and struggled to get up.

"Be safe for me!" The man shouted, and the different languages were like chickens and ducks speaking.

The woman's cry, the man's shout.

"Smack!"

A slap was slapped on the woman's face, and the woman stopped struggling, tears constantly sliding down her eyes.

Blood flowed from the child's chest, soaking the land, and the fire in the furnace flickered.

A big man did whatever he could on the woman, but the woman was like a dead corpse without any movement.

The fire gradually went out, and the blood in the child's chest stopped flowing at some point.

The big man got up to leave, and the woman stood up slowly, touched the knife she used to cut vegetables, and landed her hand on her throat.

The temperature of the furnace gradually disappeared, and a fairly good body slowly became cold.