Although there were only more than twenty horsemen behind Ding Yi, they scattered and fled the horse bandits, and each group was not about the same number of people, and the violent death of the leader basically put them in a state of complete loss of control. Forced by Ding Yi like this, they fled faster, and subconsciously spread out more and broke into pieces, which is undeniable, which will lead to a multi-fold increase in their chances of survival, and will also make the pursuit of the pursuers end without a hitch.

But it also made the things that Ding Yi and the head of the guard who had been the commander of a thousand scruples about never happen again.

The troops of the steppe are like this, once they are all bloodthirsty beasts, they are generally much better than the farming peoples, liliang, horsemanship, archery, and war horse resources;

But if it is like this season of sudden changes and the death of the leader, Ding Yi is like a hero who can't be killed, and the grassland army with extremely poor discipline will collapse very crazy.

After all, they were not the most formidable Mongol horsemen of Genghis Khan's time.

Especially when they saw the white horse under Ding Yi's crotch.

They became more and more panicked, and exclaimed, "He killed Ilad!" He killed Ilad! "Ilad means sword, about the nickname or name of the good man who used to ride a white horse, it seems that the man's martial prowess should be more intimidating in this gang of horse bandits, and it is also true that the first time Badama was wounded was born during the confrontation with him.

The bandits knew that Ilad loved the horse, and they thought that Ding Yi must have killed Illed to seize his horse, and even the small group of horse bandits who were ready to respond joined the fled.

Seeing them disappear from view, both Ding Yi and the leader of the guards who had been the commander of a thousand were relieved, so that even if the horse bandits were to make a comeback, it would be impossible without a day or two of preparation. And in the past two days. Enough for Badama to reach a large tribe, a tribe of tens of thousands of people will not be the target of these remnants of horse bandits, who dare to attack.

Ding raised his hand and slowed down his horse.

Pursuit, here should be relaxed, otherwise, it is to force those horse bandits to fight hard, once they are desperate, it is definitely not easy to deal with, the so-called poor Kou Mo chase is such a reason. Ding Yi stroked the white horse's head and neck. I touched a handful of beans from the bag on the side of the saddle and fed it to eat, and then I went to see the Mandu Sea on my waist.

As soon as the baby girl saw Ding pick her up, she waved her hands and laughed crisply. Although it was cute, it didn't make Ding Yi feel happy. is talented, and these four words instantly floated to Ding Yi's heart. There are a few children over a year old. Will you not cry or make trouble for so long? It will be carried around the waist. In the bumps and ups and downs of the war horse, not only did not make the little face blue with fright, but also laughed!

In fact, there are not many records in the history books of a woman who put her four-year-old husband in a quiver and then continued to personally go into battle to lay down a large territory for her husband for more than ten years. At least for Ding Yi, it seems that it is the little baby girl in his hand, this baby who is definitely not simple from now on.

Ding Yi unconsciously felt an urge to fall to her death. Because when this baby girl grows up, it's really terrible.

If you can save your own nation from suffering, even if some things violate the bottom line of morality and life, they are definitely very tempting, just like the demon who tempts to sell his soul in the Western mythological system, although everyone knows its ugliness and everyone knows the terrible consequences, it is still a temptation that is difficult to refuse.

Dante couldn't kill the cute baby girl who kept trying to suck his fingers, the cute baby who was grinning all the time.

"She's hungry." Badama rode his horse and approached, and took the quiver containing the sea from Ding's hand.

Ding Yi let out a long breath, seemed to break free from a cup of delicious poison, pulled his horse and galloped towards the tribe that had been attacked by horse bandits.

Along the way, you can see scattered cattle and sheep, as well as the corpses of the wealthy herdsmen who had escaped before, and the corpses of the young and strong herdsmen who had broken down and scattered and thought that they could escape...... War horses, which are rare in the Central Plains, can be seen everywhere along the way, and they who have lost their owners, carrying empty saddles, leisurely chewing grass roots.

In the still burning tribes, the surviving herders are putting out the fires, not knowing if they will survive, but if they want to escape, they will have to pack at least a little something, even the poor herdsmen will have to bring some salt and something. Those who could still breathe were dragged and dropped to the extinguished campfire, where they could not distinguish between friend and foe.

No one bothered to mend the wounded bandits, not out of humanitarianism, there seems to be no such argument in those days, but simply the fear that if the bandits would come back, the person who mended the knife would become the object of the other party's anger.

But Ding Yi couldn't find his gun, the spear that had pierced through the bandit's head.

Ding asked a few times, but no herdsman answered him at all, and even Agudamu held his arm that was cut at some point and said to him: "The horse will not look back to look for the abandoned meadow, the eagle always flies in the sky, friend, a gun, what is there to be in your hard pursuit?" "Iron tools are to the grassland, like war horses to the Central Plains, let alone a spear with a metal barrel?

Listening to his words, Ding Yi nodded with a smile, walked to the campfire and asked a wounded man, "Are you from this tribe?" The man had been stabbed in the abdomen and hastily wrapped in clothing, and his brother was holding a water bag beside him to feed him water, and at Ding Yi's words, he nodded.

But the wounded man also looked like a tough figure before: "Get out of here!" Ming dog, get out of the prairie! Otherwise, the horse's hooves of the steppe will trample your out! His brother seemed to have emboldened himself and reached out to push Ding Yi.

Ding Yi suddenly pulled the man by the neck and lifted him up, and at this time, not only his wounded brother was insulting, but also the herdsmen who surrounded him all came to dissuade him, and they said to Ding Yi: "He didn't take your gun!" "His brother is dying, and he's been taking care of him!" "He didn't do it! ”

Listening to their words, Ding Yi let go of the herdsman, helped him pull his clothes, and said with a smile: "It turned out that you didn't take it, I'm really embarrassed." But he said to the herdsmen around him, "It seems that everyone knows what is going on, and anyone is willing to tell me who took it?" The herdsmen on the side immediately fell silent, except for a few people who scolded a few foul words uncleanly, no one paid attention to Ding Yi. The herdsman holding the water bag, his face was even more terrifyingly distorted, looked at Ding Yi who was facing him behind him, and reached out to touch his waist.

So they got Ding Yi's answer, drew his sword, and slashed his head, and the herdsman's head flew out, and blood spurted out of his neck, and his left hand still held the water bag that he was going to feed his brother, and his right hand held the handle of the sharp knife that he had not had time to pull out from the back of his waist.

"You're crazy! We all told you he didn't take it! "Mingren, damn it, you, what do you mean! The herders clenched their fists. Ding Yi smiled and put the knife into the sheath, and said to them, "I know, he didn't take it." Didn't you already tell me? ”

Then Ding Yi walked towards the wounded brother of the deceased, dodged the fist of the other party with hatred, and broke his nose bone with one punch, and then ripped open the clothes that wrapped his abdomen, revealing the wound that was still oozing blood, the man stretched out his hand to stop Ding Yi, the "click" fracture sound sounded, Ding Yi used anti-joint skills, broke his arm, the white bone stubble pierced the muscle and inserted it upside down, the man screamed in pain and passed out.

This time, no one dared to come over and say anything to Ding Yi, and they subconsciously retreated.

Ding Yi threw down the wounded man, walked to the headless corpse that fell to the ground, took the water bag that he had held in his hand until death, returned to the wounded man, poured water on his head, and the injured man who woke up immediately screamed in pain, because Ding Yi stabbed the wound in his abdomen with one hand, pulled out a long section of intestines, and the black blood flowed out again, Ding Yi smiled and tied the man's intestines into a dead knot on his neck, in the man's scream, Ding Yi stood up and said with a smile: "I know you didn't take it." ”

As soon as Ding turned around, his spear was already on the side of the headless corpse.

His hands and chest were covered with bright red blood, but there was a faint smile on his face: "Who took it?" If no one comes forward, I'll kill ten people and ask again. Behind him was the heart-rending wail of the wounded man wrapped around his neck through his intestines.

The herdsmen retreated one after another, and Ding Yi quickly bent down, pulled out the crossbow from his backpack, and kicked it with his legs to pull the ring, "Whoosh! An arrow grazed over his head and nailed to the ground behind him. At this time, Ding Yi pulled the trigger, the herdsman who bent the bow and shot the arrow covered the shoulder of the arrow, the bow in his hand hung down weakly, Ding Yi walked over slowly, while putting the crossbow back in the backpack, the herdsmen dodged and made way one after another,

Ding Yi didn't speak again, he kicked his leg hard at the other party's knee, and immediately the man's calf bent in a strange reversal, and then he was dragged by Ding Yi by the hair to the side of the headless corpse, pulled out his long knife, and cut off the two small arms of the guy who shot at him without saying a word.

"No one is allowed to kill him." Ding Yi looked at the guy who had broken his leg and his hands were cut off at elbows and rolling on the ground screaming, and said to the herdsmen, "Now, I'll count three times, and then I'll start choosing ten people to kill, or, you give me the guy who took my spear." ”

Without waiting for Ding to count the first sounds, the herdsmen who scattered and retreated in all directions exposed the thief alone.

Whether it was the guy who had three limbs and rolled on the ground, or the injured who didn't know what to do with his intestines and couldn't die for a while, their screams were already counting in place of Ding.

The thief was a teenager, about sixteen or seventeen years old.

As soon as Ding walked up to him, he began to cry. (To be continued......)

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