Not a single one remains, and what is now unfolding in this tribe is a massacre. Everywhere the corpses lay across the tents and in the open space between the tents, regardless of gender or age, as soon as they stepped out of the tent where they lived and appeared in the field of view of the cavalry, they became dead.

Now the tribe presents a scene of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, much more cruel than on the battlefield, and more Xianbei people who have been trampled into flesh and mud alive. Cruel, merciless, and terrifying, it is not death per se, but this way of killing, which makes people extremely painful and terrifying death process.

When Yun Ting and the others stepped into the tribe, what they saw was a memory that made ordinary people remember enough to be deeply engraved for a lifetime, which was almost equivalent to the deepest nightmare, and would only appear in the most terrifying dreams. It's just that the people present are not ordinary people, and this is only in the game, but there is a strong smell of blood, but it is almost the same as the real thing. Lu Tingcheng, Yun Xian, and the toad who ate the phoenix were actually a little disgusted, all that came into their eyes was red, the tent was stained red with blood, the blood splashed on the ground everywhere, everything covered their eyes with a layer of red mist.

A few people didn't find any way to intervene, and they didn't have to make a move, and the state cavalry had done the best they could, the ultimate killing, the perfect interpretation of the art of killing. Even if the one that appeared in their hearts, in case there was really a Xianbei person who was saved from being killed and fled, I am afraid that after experiencing this incident, it will be difficult to have a desire for revenge, and it is more of the fear derived from being accompanied by this nightmare for a lifetime.

It's a pity that it was just in case, in the will of the Bingzhou cavalry to carry out the killing to the end, under the iron hooves of their war horses, there are thousands of things in this world, and there is no case.

Zhang Liao stationed on the horse, the war horse stopped the forward momentum, turned around outside the tribe, and the forward battalion also followed, turned the horse's head, and charged towards the tribe. With a single charge, they cut through the tribe's defenses, smashing them into pieces, including tents and people, and falling at their feet.

For such a tribe, the forward battalion only needs one charge, a surprise attack, which is enough to drag it into a situation from which it will never recover. It's just that their work is not over, after breaking all the defenses and powerful resistance of the tribe, dragging the tribe into the abyss, and stepping on it again, it will be trampled on it heavily.

"Up." Gao Shun swung his sword, and his war horse swept by, passing by a Xianbei man who had fled the tribe by running out. The long knife falls. The horses of the Xianbei people still moved forward and continued to gallop, and the Xianbei people on the horses maintained a motionless posture, and froze for two or three seconds, before the braided head of the Xianbei people fell, and a column of blood rose into the sky, and the headless corpse that lost its head fell down in response.

By the time he finished speaking, the hundreds of rangers beside him had completely dispersed, each eyeing their own prey, the Xianbei man who fled in panic. No matter if they were running away, whether they were asking for help, whether they were afraid or hateful, the Rangers would not let them go.

Farther away, the Rangers, who were more widely distributed, fled, sealing off the area entirely. It may be too exaggerated to say that a mosquito can't run over, but as long as there is their existence, and any Xianbei person wants to escape, it is simply a fantasy.

"Kill, kill, kill!" The cavalry of the tribe let out a roar, and where the cavalry was lit, there was a dead corpse and a gushing blood gushing out of the bloody hole. With the speed of riding a spear and the advantage of riding a spear, the Xianbei warriors in this tribe fought back, but in the end, they were desperate to find that their knives could not reach the bodies of this group of killing gods, and the latter's guns had already left blood holes in their bodies.

The distance between life and death, sometimes it is really the difference in distance, the cavalry spear as the standard configuration of the cavalry, naturally has its meaning of existence, an inch long and an inch short, coupled with the impact of the war horse when charging, so that they can be called truly invincible on the horse! Even aliens who have been riding on horseback all their lives have to drink blood and shoot them.

And the state cavalry, crisscrossing the grassland, unmatched! Relying on the war horse under the seat, and the riding spear in his hand, the bow and arrow on his back, the hanging knife at his waist, and a fearless heart.

After the iron hoof, there is the butcher's knife. After the war horse stepped and was destroyed, it was the real butcher's knife raised, and the iron hooves would only shatter the warriors of the alien race, and the butcher's knife after that would be the real desperate knife. They didn't just want to destroy the power that the Xianbei people could resist, the combat power, so it was just like the original fire in summer, burning the grass on the plain, but after the spring breeze came, it was born again and made a comeback.

They want to cut down the grass and eradicate the roots. As many Xianbei people can be killed, as many Xianbei people can be killed, peace is only taken immediately, as long as they continue, then one day the Xianbei will be exterminated!

The cavalry jumped off his horse and drew his long sword, which shone brightly and shone brightly in the sun. A cavalryman stepped forward, went to the front of the tent, lifted the tarpaulin, and slashed from behind the door with a long knife like a poisonous snake, and after waiting for a long time, he found an opportunity to bite a fatal bite.

"Bell." With a crisp sound, another soldier beside the cloth-lifting cavalry drew his knife and blocked the falling knife. The other cavalryman's face was indifferent, and in the face of the strong wind, the blade was slashed, and the stomach of the humble man in front of him was sliced open, and the blood splattered, drenching the blood of the cavalryman.

But he didn't blink, and strode into the tent, blood dripping down his body, reflecting him like a devil.

"No...... Don't ......" There was a Xianbei woman in the tent holding the child tightly and hiding in the corner, begging for mercy in Xianbei language, but in exchange for a blood-colored knife light.

"Huh."

The Bingzhou cavalry began to sweep up the tribes, and they were ruthless, whether it was women or young children, they became the ghosts of their swords. The blood, staining their armor red, dry and wet, wet and damp, this layer of blood had become the sticky substance with a pungent smell of blood on their armor.

They cooperated tacitly, striding forward, stepping on the ground, the sound of sounding, listening to the ears of the surviving Xianbei people hiding in the tents, became a heavy echo in their hearts. Inevitably, the shrill sound of footsteps, after a pause, continued to the next unexplored tent.

(End of chapter)