Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Blood Light Under the Barbarian Acropolis (3)

The successive assassinations made the natural blood in the bones of the barbarian soldiers gradually turn into a deep fear, and the brothers who had just been patrolling together might have become a headless corpse the next time they met, and this state of life and death could not be controlled by themselves at all made every barbarian almost collapse.

Uganda had no countermeasures for this, he was the commander of the Hulan Ruo Guards, and if Hulan didn't give the order, all he could do was to make the soldiers strengthen their defenses, but despite this, he couldn't stop the ghostly assassination of the wingers.

Let the barbarian warriors be in fear all the time, this is the strategy and hatred of the fire barrier, he is afraid that he will not be able to forget in his life that the blood of more than 40,000 winged people dyed the soil of the winged plain red in one day, so he wants to take revenge and kill all these barbarians.

This state of affairs lasted for many days, and Hulan Ruo had no good countermeasures, and hundreds of barbarian warriors died every day until that night.

At midnight that day, many people were awakened by a shout, and Uganda came out of the tent with a knife, and found that Hulan Ruo was already outside, and the other soldiers came out of their tents one after another. The cry came from a barbarian soldier, the soldier's face was covered with blood, his clothes were disheveled, and his lower body seemed to have wet marks, "It's a ghost, it's a devil, don't kill me, please don't kill me, devil, devil!" ”

The crazy soldier stumbled past in front of each of the onlookers of the barbarian warrior, and Hulan Ruo watched quietly, and Uganda came out of the soldier's tent, walked to Hulan Ruo's side and said, "King Khan, all the people in the tent are dead, and this is the only one left."

The crazy soldier walked up to Hulan Ruo and said something in his mouth: "It's useless, we can't beat them, they are devils, devils!" ”

"If you dare to disturb the morale of the army again, I will kill you!" Uganda drew his sword and put it on the soldier's neck, and Hulanruo reached out to stop Uganda.

The soldiers walked out of the camp in a frenzy under the gaze of everyone, and the onlookers began to talk. Uganda raised his knife, "Whoever dares to talk about tonight's events again, don't blame me for being merciless under the knife!" ”

The crowd suddenly fell silent, Hulan Ruo stepped forward and stretched out his hand to level the knife raised by Uganda, "It's me Hulan Ruo who has burdened the warriors and put everyone in such a situation", Hulan Ruo paused, and the soldiers listened to him quietly, "Everyone knows that I was born as a slave, and I have fought more than seventy battles with the late Tatarqin chieftain, big and small, with victories and even more fiascos, especially when fighting with the Zhongzhou people, you never know when they will use any tricks to take your life." But I'm not afraid of death, people always have to die, so why bother with how to die. What's more", Hulan Ruo's eyes were as sharp as a knife sweeping the face of every barbarian warrior, "Even if I am a slave, but my veins flow the blood of barbarians who are not afraid of death, and I am still afraid of fucking those weak Wing Clan and Hua clan?" ”

Hulan Ruo's explosive roar swept the ears of every barbarian warrior in the camp, and the three armies fell silent, but a soul throbbing from the depths of the blood awakened in everyone's body.

Uganda stood aside dumbfounded, after so many years, he once again saw such a bloody King of Hulan Ruo.

"Pass the order down, pull out the camp and return to the capital tomorrow morning, after the guard camp is broken." Hulan Ruo gave the order lightly, turned around and went back to the camp.

"Yes."