Kratos has been a bit depressed lately.

He was domesticated as a fighting animal slave from birth, and the slave owners brainwashed them in various ways to make them obedient and deprived them of the ability to think. So much so that Kratos has well-developed limbs and a simple mind. Whoever is good to him, he will be good to him.

Rothson is the best of all for him and is willing to do anything for Rothson.

But in recent years, there has been no place for him at all, he can't train soldiers, and he has been physically limited in horse warfare. He went out to discuss many times, and there was no place for him.

Kratos had a simple idea, and Luo Shixin gave him a qiē, but he couldn't help in any way, and felt that he was useless.

Today, Luo Shixin finally used him, personally named him, and asked him to kill the enemy in the large camp in front of him.

Kratos held back for so long, like a beast in a cage. With this opening of the gate, the whole person was in a state of excitement, as if he had played an attribute bonus, and he was particularly hardworking.

The killing was extremely ferocious.

With a knife in his hand, he stabbed a Turkic soldier in the chest, gouging out his heart by the way.

A Turkic veteran with rich combat experience dodged the Tang soldier's slash, and when the opponent's strength was exhausted, he slashed it to the ground with a knife, didn't care about wiping the blood on his face, and searched for his son who went to the battlefield for the first time, but found that looking at his son's heart made the Tang army's general pull it out of his body.

He spewed out a mouthful of blood, blood mixed with tears, howling and swinging his scimitar at Kratos.

Kratos' pitch-black complexion was almost covered with reddish-white fluid, brains, and blood. To conceal his negro character, when he saw another enemy rushing towards him, he grinned excitedly: a ring of snow-white teeth. It's hideous and terrifying.

But the Turkic veteran, stimulated by the tragic death of his son, ignored it, brandished his sword, and slashed down.

Kratos reached up and struck like lightning.

The Turkic veteran swung his sword, and the expected situation did not appear, but felt that his right arm was loosened. Then a sharp pain went straight to his brain, and when he squinted, his arm was alone. Half of the arm is gone.

A sense of fear swelled in the hearts of the Turkic veterans, but then the tragic death of his son sounded: he had just joined the army, determined to become the bravest warrior of the Turks, and to recapture their son of the Turkic steppe of Shuobei. That ambition has not yet been realized. But let the in front of him, the evil star, stabbed him in the chest, and then the knife and hand disappeared from his sight, and in the hand that reappeared, there was an extra beating heart in his hand.

In the midst of the lightning, the Turkic veteran forgot his fear, raised his left hand, and smashed Kratos with a punch.

Kratos slashed off the right arm of the enemy in front of him, and saw him raise his left hand. With another swing of the blade, he slashed off his other arm.

The Turkic veterans did not hesitate at all. He opened his mouth and leaned forward. Even if he didn't have the hand, he had to bite off a piece of the flesh of the evil star in front of him who had killed his son.

As it turned out, he was overthinking.

Kratos is his martial arts, even if it is his instinct, the instinct of a beast. This instinct made him like a fish in water on the battlefield of life and death.

Again, without hesitation, he stabbed forward, and the short blade stabbed through the nose of the Turkic veteran.

Kratos' knife was so fierce and fierce that it was enough to kill the opponent. But out of instinct to kill the enemy, out of habit, out of deterrence of the enemy...... For various reasons, he flipped the wrist, and as if digging a pit, the dagger turned in a circle, giving out the entire face of the Turkic veteran. With a kick of the flying foot, the corpse flew out of the body and fell to the ground on its back.

The Turkic veteran's face left only a huge bloody hole.

"Roar!"

Kratos roared, as fierce as a monster.

A short, sturdy Turkic soldier stunned him so much that he forgot to meet the enemy.

Kratos was not polite, stepped forward, raised his shield and smashed it on his head.

The shield is a piece of defensive equipment, but in Kratos's hands, the shield is a weapon to kill enemies.

The steel shield made of pure steel weighed more than sixty catties, and his left hand waved it as if it were nothing.

The steel shield of more than sixty catties and Kratos's divine power directly hit the head of the short Turkic soldier into the neck.

Kratos' dagger went up and down, plunging into the Turk's head and making a cross.

The cerebral marrow and blood form a fountain in the shape of a cross.

Kratos no longer bothered with his masterpiece and rushed to another opponent, creating a zào update.

Kratos's bravery and ferocity have long been known!

Luo Shixin did not stop this, but indulged a little.

In his opinion, no matter how much death is death, what is the difference between a miserable death and a comfortable death?

Because of Kratos's bravery and ferocity, most of the enemies could not stand it, and their hearts were so cold and frightened that their morale was low, and they were able to win the game earlier, and they were able to win earlier, but they were able to sacrifice the lives of some of their own soldiers.

Why not!

To this end, he specially selected those dead soldiers from the army, and those soldiers who were eager to kill were incorporated into Kratos's subordinates, so that Kratos could teach them the methods and skills of killing.

So much so that Kratos and more than 80 people in his direct line are fearful of everyone in the army.

It's his own soldiers, and they are all a little frightened of them.

Kratos was like this, and his apprentices were also working very hard, using their own means to torture and kill their opponents' Turkic soldiers one by one.

The Tianjie Army and the Right Xiaowei had already seen Kratos's methods and didn't care.

However, the border army saw it for the first time, and while shocked, they also found that under their charge, the enemy was as vulnerable as a chicken, tile and dog......

There was a lot less fear of them, and each of them recited: They are all in the same army, and they are afraid of each other, what are they afraid of?

Without hesitation, he danced his sword and shield, followed Kratos' fierce fight, and expanded the advantage......

The three-way Tang army almost all fought with absolute superiority, pressing the Turkic soldiers, and step by step, encroaching and occupying the Turkic tribes.

It was only a matter of time before the entire Slimy Tribe was occupied.

Luo Shixin looked at the table of the three-way army and nodded with satisfaction.

Such a result was not surprising to him: he did not despise the Turkic cavalry, but fought positional warfare in the Turkic tribes, and compared with the Tang Dynasty foot soldiers, the Turks were three-year-old children, babies......

"The Great General......

The scout sent by Luo Shixin came to report at this time: "The Wu tribe has come to support, and there are a full 8,000 cavalry. ”

"Haha! Just in time! Luo Shixin snapped his fingers and said: "It's him who is waiting, Su Dingfang, the reinforcements of this Wu tribe will be handed over to you, give you 5,000, how to fight, you know it in your heart." ”

Su Dingfang smiled and said, "The last general understands." ”

Luo Shixin looked in the direction of the Luo Yi tribe and said with a smile: "I don't know if that old guy will be fooled." (To be continued......)

PS: The second update, it's here!