After all, the steppe cavalry under his command was not iron-clad.

The soldiers, who had not eaten enough for several days, were already in the limit one by one.

At the same time, due to the previous pursuit, their arrows have long been exhausted.

Now in the face of the long-range attack of this group of steppe people, it is really difficult for them to fight back.

Fortunately, the horses they rode were all fine horses.

And horses and people are different.

Horses only need to eat grass to fill their stomachs.

Although the soldiers were hungry, the horses were basically unaffected.

The speed of the wild rush was still amazing, and in the blink of an eye, the steppe cavalry wielding weapons one by one frantically rushed into the camp of the steppe tribe.

went on a rampage all the way, and directly killed several grassland people.

And then it was accompanied by a radical reduction in distance.

The steppe cavalry, wielding sharp blades, directly exploited their superiority in weaponry.

After paying the casualties of a dozen soldiers.

The steppe people who dared to resist were killed in a short period of time.

Later, it is considered that leaving a living mouth will reveal the possibility of their whereabouts.

Siqin directly gave the order for the massacre.

Screams echoed wildly throughout the camp.

In the meantime, they have been suppressed for too long.

At this moment, this killing has become an outlet for them.

One by one, they rushed into the tent with their blood-stained knives.

Then, in their sight, whether it is an old man, a woman, or a child, they will all be killed!

A strong smell of blood permeated the camp.

These steppe cavalrymen all seemed to be red-eyed as if they had fallen into a demon at this time.

But no one noticed that in a corner of the camp, a thin figure was slowly approaching Siqin who was standing in the middle of the camp.

Compared to the camp, where the screams were endless, the figure was too quiet.

He approached slowly.

When he got close to a certain distance, the seemingly thin figure burst out with amazing strength.

With two quick steps, he jumped up.

The straw rope in his hand was directly put on Siqin's neck at the same time he jumped up!

It's too late, it's too soon.

The straw rope began to tighten wildly the moment it wrapped around Siqin's neck.

This was completely unexpected, so that Siqin didn't have time to react at all.

The rough rope of straw quickly squeezed into the flesh of his neck.

His face, which was so pale that there was almost no blood, instantly turned blood red!

It was the straw rope that Amu usually used to bind firewood.

It's old, but it's sturdy.

At this time, it has become the best murder weapon to take the life of the king of the Zarhan steppe country!

A strong feeling of suffocation kept sweeping over him, making him unable to make any sound at all.

The body fell heavily to the ground.

The impact of falling to the ground did not make Amu let go, but made his hands pulling the straw rope a little harder.

Siqin's hands grabbed the straw rope around his neck, trying to tear it open, so that he could breathe a breath of fresh air when he was about to suffocate.

However, the cruel reality made him clearly realize that he was no match for the pair of hands that were tightening the straw rope.

The boss with his mouth open, desperately trying to breathe, but couldn't take a breath of air.

Instead, his entire face began to turn purple and black, and his brain went blank.

He tried to resist, but became weaker and weaker due to the lack of oxygen.

The life force began to run wildly.

Finally, a pair of hands collapsed weakly at either side of his body.

I'm afraid that at the last moment of his life, Siqin didn't expect that he would die in such a place.

And it was not the king of conquest who killed him.

Nor is it a big tribal leader with a name or surname.

It's a little imp who doesn't even have an official name......

This way of ending is really embarrassing.

In the chaos of the camp, the steppe cavalry did not seem to notice the corpse of their king in the first place.

All of them were immersed in an almost frenzied killing.

Until he just killed the one-eyed dragon cloth of everyone in a camp and came out of it.

His gaze swept over the one-eyed Long Buhe in the center of the camp, and looking at Siqin who fell there, his face changed suddenly.

"King!!"

In the midst of the exclamation, the one-eyed dragon cloth and hurriedly rushed to Siqin's corpse.

Just stretched out his hand, but unexpectedly, at this moment, the motionless corpse suddenly turned over!

The one-eyed dragon Buhe never expected that under the corpse, there was still a grassland ghost hidden!

At this moment, what Amu is holding in his hand is Siqin's sword.

The sharp bronze sword stabbed straight into the heart of the one-eyed dragon Buhe!

In the face of such a sudden attack, he is a fierce general after all, and his reaction ability is undoubtedly still able to catch up.

As soon as he grabbed the war knife in his hand, he just wanted to raise the knife to parry, but the movement in his hand was a beat slower.

The sharp bronze sword pierced him in the heart!

The utterly fatal blow caused the one-eyed dragon Buwa's vitality to begin to drain rapidly.

At the end of his life, he seemed to see Battle covered in blood and pierced by a dozen spears.

"Hahaha......"

"Battle, is your ghost taking revenge on me?"

This was the last thought that came to the mind of the one-eyed dragon cloth before he died.

His hands had been kicked off by the opponent's horse during the battle with Battle.

It's very completely broken!

In this day and age, an injury of that level is tantamount to a lifelong disability.

Although the arms of the one-eyed dragon cloth were finally taken back, they could never regain their original flexibility.

As a result, the combat power of the body has also been greatly reduced.

It was the same just now, his consciousness and reactions kept up, but his hands could never keep up......

Killing two people in a row, Amu pulled out the bronze sword from the one-eyed dragon Buhe's heart with a blank expression.

Then he walked towards the next tent.

On this side, the rich smell of blood drifting away with the wind constantly stimulated the sense of smell of the wolf cavalry.

Li Su, who was riding on the back of a giant wolf, pointed in one direction and said quickly......

"Your Majesty, in that direction, there is a strong smell of blood."

Hearing this, Luo Ji nodded.

"Let's go, let's see!"

By the time Luo Ji arrived with his troops, the battle on this side had obviously ended.

Surrounded by the guards, Luo Ji, who slowly walked into this tribal camp, finally fell on a child kneeling in the center of the camp.

There was a sword in front of him, a bronze sword stained with blood!

At the same time, there are many familiar faces around this child.

For example, Siqin.

Another example, the one-eyed dragon cloth and the ......

The scene in front of him was really beyond Luo Ji's expectations.

At the same time, the soldiers who had gone to various parts of the camp to confirm the situation also ran back quickly.

"Your Majesty, all the people in this camp are dead."

Hearing this, Luo Ji's eyes fell on the child again.

"You killed?"

The kid didn't react much to this, and the eyes as empty as a dead man fell on Luo Ji's body.

Then, his lips opened and closed slightly, and the obviously hoarse voice burrowed into Luo Ji's ears.

"Kill me."

Faced with this child's request, Luo Ji's mood suddenly became a little delicate......

"If you just want to die, then the sword in front of you should be sharp enough that you can completely kill yourself, but if you just want a reason to live, then ......"

"I see that you are pleasing to the eye, pick up your sword and fight for me!"