Summer was also surprised, he didn't expect Zamu to rush over so quickly, and he hadn't stopped this deadly attack with a beggar face.

Although it was timely to rush over, it was obviously not qualified to rely on a bow as a defensive weapon, let alone in front of a person with divine power like Summer.

So the broadsword directly cut Zamu's bow in half, and also cut off one of Zamu's arms without diminishing his might.

So the blood that had just been sprayed was not from Qi Fu Yan, but from the wood that stood in front of Qi Fu Yan.

Summer doesn't care about your touching act of abandoning your human being, as an enemy you must die.

It's not about good or evil, it's about the opposing sides of the two sides from the very beginning.

So Summer directly kicked Zamu away, and then raised his broadsword and slashed directly at Qi Fuyan.

But at this moment, a strong wind flew towards his head, and Summer hurriedly blocked it.

A cluster of arrows slammed into the shield and fell to the ground.

Summer, however, looked back and saw a man on a tall horse, looking at him condescendingly.

He was armed with a bow and arrows, with anger in his eyes, and the appearance of angry eyes matched with the indescribable power of his tall stature.

The person who came was none other than the leader of the Bari tribe, Gertu.

Soon after he came out, the light of the torches behind instantly illuminated the darkness of the night.

A large group of Donghu soldiers appeared at Getu's side, some holding torches and drawing their long swords at their waists to watch Summer, others riding on horseback and aiming at him with bows and arrows.

"Put!"

Before the rest of the convoy had fully arrived, Gertu could not hold back his anger and ordered his men to attack.

Hearing this word, Xia suddenly felt a sense of crisis in his heart, and made a decision in an instant, and quickly picked up Xiaobai on the ground and threw it into the north building, and fled directly into the distance.

Sure enough, as soon as he took a step, a rain of arrows instantly covered him, and the ground was suddenly filled with countless arrows.

At this moment, Zamu, who only had one arm left, was half-kneeling on the ground, trembling as if he was about to fall down at any time.

"Uncle Zamu, Uncle Zamu, you, you'll be fine." Qi Fuyan looked at Zamu's appearance, and cried for a while.

Even if he is in charge, as an uncle who once watched him grow up, he became like this in order to protect himself, and his heart is very sad.

Gertu, who was originally planning to pursue Summer, heard the cry of Beggar Yan at this moment, and immediately stopped.

Hurriedly turning the horse's head, he ordered the soldiers to carefully lift General Zamu onto the horse.

As the third prince of the beggar tribe and the most powerful and loyal general of the tribe, such a big thing happened to his tribe at the moment, if he let the beggar king know, his own Bari tribe can definitely be erased.

And look at the culprit has long disappeared into the night, and his whereabouts are unknown.

In desperation, Gertu had no choice but to give up, so Gertu, who was extremely heavy, returned to the Bari tribal camp with the frightened third prince and Zamu, who was already unconscious and did not know whether he was alive or dead.

"Drive! Run up for me happily and trample this place clean! Hahaha......"

As soon as he returned to the Bari tribal camp, Gertu, who was sitting on horseback, heard an old but somewhat crazy-sounding voice.

Looking for the voice, Gertu saw a short old man not far away, who was standing and dancing at this moment.

Crazy words and antics-looking movements made the old man look extremely weird.

"What about rattan bones? I asked him to settle the horses in the camp for me, but what about him now? ”

Gertu sat on his horse and said in a cold voice.

The surrounding soldiers lowered their heads when they heard the leader's question, not daring to speak.

"Waste, it's all a bunch of waste. What do I want you bunch of shit to eat! Yes? ”

Gertu was angry at this time.

He was completely led by the nose for a series of things that happened tonight, whether it was a sudden attack, or the third prince and General Zamu were injured, or the heavy losses in the camp made him extremely angry.

And the most important thing is that he still hasn't figured out who he was attacking?

"Bring me that old man." Gertu gritted his teeth and said, as if a spark of anger could erupt from his mouth a little wider.

After a while, two soldiers brought the lame old man with him.

At this time, the old man did not resist, nor did he show anger. On the contrary, he still looked crazy, shouting nonsense that people couldn't hear clearly.

Seeing the old man's crazy appearance, the anger that could not be vented in Gertu's heart seemed to have found a place to vent.

"Call me and let him speak."

Several soldiers carried the lame old man, and then one soldier took out his horsewhip and began to whip the lame old man.

After a few whips, the lame old man's laughter gradually stopped, and the lame old man, who was already unkempt, looked even more miserable at this moment.

The tattered clothes had been torn open by the whip, revealing a bony body, blood flowing directly onto the dark skin.

Gertus dismounted from his horse, kicked away the whipping soldier, snatched the whip from his hand, and struck the lame old man a few times.

Then he stretched out his thug and grabbed the lame old man's neck, and then lifted his neck with all his might, revealing the lame old man's dirty face.

"Say, what the hell is going on here! What about rattan bones? Gertu said coldly, as long as the old man dared to resist, he would break his neck.

The force of this force caused the lame old man to cough a few times, and his face flushed and trembled, and his hand like dead wood pointed to a barracks in the distance.

Gertu followed the old man's point and saw that the barracks were where his wife and children lived.

Fortunately, the barracks was not threatened, and it was still standing intact not far away, but I don't know where the old man was pointing and what was going on? And how could the rattan bones of his own men appear there?

Feeling a little bad in his heart, Gertu directly ordered the two soldiers to go over and take a look.

As soon as the soldiers left, the soldiers who were taking care of Qi Fuyan and Zamu began to shout anxiously.

"Chief, General Zamu, he fainted."

Hearing this, Gertu felt a sigh in his heart, and the strength of his hand slowed.

The lame old man, who had been able to breathe the air, coughed twice at this moment, and then laughed, the smile on his face was very terrible, and the criticism was like a demon seeking his life.

As soon as the words fell, the two soldiers who had gone to check in the distance ran anxiously and shouted in panic.

"Chief, chief, little boy and lady he, they ...... He's dead. ”