It is true that people on the grassland can almost get on horses and open bows, but in such a fast galloping war horse, it is not possible for ordinary people to accurately hit the target. And they are not soldiers and simply cannot form a rain of arrows.

Ding Yi also noticed this, so he put away his crossbow and clamped the horse's belly, and the tall white horse of the divine horse hissed over the wooden fence of the tribe, and then slashed out from the bottom to the top, cutting off the bow's arm, arm, shaft, string, and neck of an enemy who was bending his bow and arrow.

He was like a demon, and Wu Du said so in his heart.

Soon, Ding Yi had already cut down four or five enemies, and the white horse in this gap had room to speed up.

It runs, in the other tribe.

The white horse ran very fast, much faster than the other Mongolian horses, although it was not so good on long walks that Ding Yi did not even dare to put it on his back.

But in the sprint, it can't be described as brilliant, it's wind, wind.

Carrying Ding Yi and his knife like a storm, he swept in front of Xiao Khan, who had just come back to his senses and walked out of the big tent to organize people to resist, and the knife borrowed horsepower, and the little Khan's head left his neck and was lifted by Ding Yi in his hand: "Those who have bows and knives in their hands, die!" ”

There was a child who was no more than seven or eight years old who held a small bow for play, and shot a toy that could not wear cloth, but this was still the cause of his death; An old woman with a cleaver knife was so stunned by the sudden attack that she no longer complained that her lonely teeth could not chew food...... Almost as soon as he finished speaking, he killed seven or eight enemies, leaving no time for them to think about whether to lay down their arms, neither men nor women, young and old.

He's a demon! Wu Dugan changed his evaluation of Ding Yi.

And this tribe doesn't seem to be much different from Wu Dugan's ideas.

The demon is killing like crazy in the tribe, and it seems that he doesn't care about everyone's life or death at all. Holding a weapon gave him an excuse to take his life, and when hundreds of horsemen were bent on the periphery of the tribe and watched with arrows, the people of the tribe put down their weapons.

"Those who kneel on the ground and hold their heads will not die!" The demon seemed to look around, and roared again in anger as he could no longer find a man with a weapon to vent his madness of slaughter.

No one will be stupid, especially after choosing to obey the first order.

So soon no one was standing, and Ding Yi was not given a chance to swing the long knife again.

In the face of the leader who rode a tall white horse and held a long knife beside the tribe as if there was no one around, and the enemy who knelt on the ground with his head in his hands, even a child of about ten years old. They also dared to rush up and kidnap people - of course they didn't have a chance to do so, Ding Yi still told Battle and Gaddas, so the half-grown children could only kick the tied captives twice in order to gain psychological satisfaction as conquerors.

The old man of the tribe was quickly selected and dismounted. Pointing to one of the richly dressed old men, he asked the captives: "I want to die for him, who wants to die for him?" "Immediately there were two captives who were also much better dressed than the others. Stood up. Ding Yi said to Gadas, "Untie their ropes and give them a knife." ”

Ding Yi closed his eyes.

If it is said that running for officials and pulling officials to pull relationships is a skill forced out after coming to Daming, killing people is what Ding Yiyi is good at.

There is only one profession in the world that is designed to kill people in the open, and that is the soldier;

What do you mean by front-line elite soldiers? It is a soldier who kills people;

Servicemen of the special forces. It is definitely the elite of the first-line elite, that is, if the task requires killing, then not only does it require no problem in ability, but there will be no psychological pressure on killing.

He now has to convince himself. It's just that in a tribe where all the people are soldiers, there are no civilians;

Ding Yi would not consider that the Mongols had killed more than 6 million Sichuan people to only more than 600,000, and everything was just in the face of national blood feuds. Because he can't be excited, his blood is hot, and he only burns when he has to, once he thinks of this kind of national blood feud, if it is a few hundred years later, then Ding Yiyi will not be angry with his Mongolian compatriots because of this, but in this era, he will be enthusiastic.

Normally, the most haode state is calm, as Qi Shuai said, "The brave must not be first, and the cowardly must not be behind".

He was reminiscing about these people, the ones who had raised their swords and arrows against themselves;

That's right, this old man under the knife is definitely one of them.

Ding Yi opened his eyes and nodded to Gaddas, who was looking at him.

Without asking any questions, Gaddas did as he pleased, and Ding Yi said to the two young captives, "You can kill me, and you and your father will live." ”

Then he threw his long knife on the ground at his feet, and met the two young captives who were rushing at him with their knives, and in the presence of the old captives, he flashed calmly through the light of the sword, and broke their necks as if killing two dogs.

The father of the two dead captives cursed Ding Yi with tears in his eyes.

Ding Yi shook his head, and slashed the throat of the old captive who was cursing.

Immediately afterwards, Ding Yi's long knife rested on the neck of another gorgeously dressed old man: "Who wants to die for him?" ”

This time, no one spoke.

No one wants to be tortured like that.

Ding Yi shrugged his shoulders and said to the old captive, "No one wants to die for you, you are so pitiful, your blood is not worthy of staining my sword......" Then he seemed to think for a moment, and then asked the young captive, "Is anyone willing to leave with him?" ”

One of the young captives gritted his teeth and stood up.

Ding Yi still gave him a knife, and then killed him again with his bare hands.

"Now, is there anyone else who is willing to leave with him?" No one stood up again, and Ding Yi said helplessly to the old captive, "You are really useless, Battle, let this waste go, the knives of my soldiers should not be stained with the blood of this waste!" So the old man was let go, and even he was given a bag of water.

When Ding repeatedly put the knife on the neck of the third elderly captive, no one came forward, no matter how much he asked.

It seemed that Ding Yi was feeling bored with all the old captives being let go, and he yelled at the young captives, "Is there anyone willing to resist me? No one answered, no one was a fool, especially now that the corpse in front of him was not stiff, so Ding Yi sighed helplessly, and asked a young captive in front of him, "You definitely don't want to leave everything here behind and follow me to the battle, right?" Because of the distribution of the loot, I will definitely give them a little more, which is not fair to you......"

"I do! I am willing to follow you! "The young captive blessed the soul and kowtowed desperately. The other people's answers were naturally no different from his.

They were immediately released after Battelle and Gaddas led a search of the entire tribe.

Three or five hundred old captives, still in sight, fled with their legs into the distance.

Ding Yi paced back and forth in front of the untied young captive, as if he had thought of a fun game, and stopped and asked, "What you just said was against your will?" If I give you a horse, you'd be willing to get out of here, wouldn't you? The captive he asked shook his head, and then he quickly congratulated himself on his choice, for the companion next to him had been given a horse.

When the captive who had got the horse, and ran out of the tribe where they had been, he was given an arrow, and in his vest, which was an arrow shot by Battle, and the captive fell from his horse and did not move.

Ding Yi asked again.

Finally all the captives understood that this demon was looking for a reason to kill!

No one wants to die, and no one will give up the chance to survive.

Wu Dugan watched Ding Yi take the young men and cattle and sheep forward, because there were horses on their behalf, and they quickly walked away. Turning back at the old walkers who had been released in the opposite direction, the shaman felt that:

The demon should be like Ding Yi.

Then she led her followers and rode away in the direction of the old men. Ding Yi didn't tell her to kill, but she knew that she had to kill those people, even if they were unarmed, once they met other tribes and told Ding Yi their whereabouts, then Ding Yi's team would face encirclement and suppression.

She didn't kill people for Ding Yi, she killed people for the tribe she guarded.

When the young captives were allowed to mount their horses and march in the midst of Ding Yi's ranks, none of them fled.

Just like an elephant when it grows up, it never thinks that it can actually break free from the chain that has been holding it since childhood.

They looked at Ding Yi, smiling Ding Yi, feeling that this demon was looking for a reason to kill him.

At least in the short term, no one will think of escaping, because no one wants to give this demon an excuse.

Especially at night, when all the male captives were gathered together, and there was not even a single guard on the side, they confirmed their previous conjecture, and even if someone tried to escape, they would be pulled by their companions: "Are you crazy? If you want to fucking die, kill yourself! Don't bother everyone! Ding Yi didn't mention that he wanted to sit together, but there are always smart people who will fill in the details in their own minds, and they are worried that because someone has escaped, they will give the demon an excuse.

The next day, when the sun rose, Gaddas found that none of the captives were missing, except for two who tried to escape and were not dissuaded, and were beaten to death. When Ding Yi appeared in front of them, his expression was very distressed: "You weishenme don't let them escape?" Immortal Heaven is above! You are the descendants of the blue wolf, and you should be like the wolf, full of blood, yearning for the free grassland! ”

"The wolves follow their king! We all follow you, Na Yan! One of the captives said this, and his words were quickly agreed by all the captives. (To be continued......)