In the Taiqi Ge Department, it can be said that there are a few people and more than 10,000 people, and the cronies of Dunmao do not understand that Bal Luo Batu is willing to be the dog of the lord and the king, and the dog of Dunmao does not mean that he will be obediently led by the rope. The cronies of the lord were unscrupulous in their words, sending themselves to their deaths step by step, and Bald Batu didn't mind fulfilling him.

Maybe it is inevitable to wait until the lord comes back to punish him, but one of his cronies is on death row, and there are many alternatives, and he is the only one who is the first warrior in the Taiqige Department.

He will always and only follow the queen of the horses of the Lord Dun Mao Nest and Rad!

The samurai under his command were horrified by the murderous methods of Ballobatu and the act of pulling people's heads off their bodies, and the blood gushed up to a certain height in an instant, splashing on the bodies of the people around them, dripping down drippingly, and the headless corpses fell to the ground, convulsed for a long time and then did not move.

No one dared to oppose Balabatu's orders, after all, none of these warriors wanted their heads and bodies to be divided into two places.

"Half of them stayed on guard, and the rest got on their horses and came with me. The anger of the sneak attack had not completely swept away Ballobatu's mind, although in his opinion, the few people who fled in a hurry were just a few thieves who knew martial arts, "If the things in the valley go wrong, I will peel off your skins one by one!"

Vulbatu, who led half a hundred people away, waved the halberd in his hand, and regarded it as a little pastime for a boring day in this valley except wine and women, and in less than half an hour he could come back with the heads of those few people, how could there be anything?

The barbarian warriors who were left behind began to clean up the corpses of the two people who had been shot by cold arrows, and the young barbarian Mochiha was still sitting on the ground, staring at the corpse of the middle-aged warrior in front of him in a daze, the blood foam from the terrible arrow wound in his throat was exhausted, his face was pale and gloomy, and his eyelids were not closed.

Two barbarians about the same age as Mochiha approached, and when they saw that he was still in a state of dispossession, they kicked him twice and told him to move his ass so that they could carry the corpse of the middle-aged samurai.

"Coward. One of the barbarians spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on Mochiha's face, and he silently raised his hand to wipe it away.

"It's really a shame for our Taiqi Division, how can there be such a weak person who is afraid of the dead. The other rubbed his hand over the corpse of the middle-aged samurai, hoping to find something of value on it, and at the same time humiliating the crash who was slumped on the ground again, "You scare the scare of Yaoren. ”

He touched a small piece of hard things under the cuirass of the middle-aged samurai, and opened the belt of the cuirass with a saber to see that it was a small jade plaque, and the shape was the handiwork of the Yao people in the south.

There are few things that are not valuable in the grassland, even if it is a jade plaque with a bad head, it is still something that the ancestors of middle-aged warriors got when they went south to plunder at some point, and it was regarded as a family heirloom.

According to the rules of the steppe, if a man dies in battle, his companions only need to bring his body back to his family's tent to obtain all his belongings.

However, it was clear that the two barbarians were only trying to profit from the corpse of this middle-aged samurai, and they had no relatives to the dead in battle, and it was not something they were willing to do to bring a stinky corpse back thousands of miles away, and it was a common thing on the battlefield.

The two barbarians took the jade plaque and his saber from the middle-aged warrior, and as they tried to tear off the armor as well, there was the sound of bows and arrows behind them.

When they turned back, they saw that Mochiha had risen from the ground, opened the horned bow that his Abba had given him, and mounted a wolf's tooth arrow that he had made himself, and swayed his head between the two barbarians.

Mochiha, though he had always been regarded as timid as a Yao man to the south, could shoot an arrow through the hare's furry tail and nail it to the ground at a distance of eighty paces, and at such a distance there was such a man who was ready to shoot with his bow outstretched, and one of the two barbarians would not be able to avoid it anyway.

"Put down your sword and your jade, or Mochiha's arrow will hit one of you in the eye. The voice trembled slightly, but Mochiha's hand with the bow was still steady, unless he broke his hand and was blind, otherwise his arrow could hit, "Put down the sword and the jade!"

Mochiha didn't know why he was protecting this middle-aged samurai who had to fight against him not long ago, maybe he took care of himself inadvertently twice, or he inadvertently blocked the abuse of his fellow martial artists for him a few times, or from the bottom of Mochiha's heart, he didn't want to be reduced to being treated like this after dying in battle?

Everyone's eyes were attracted by Mochiha, this cowardly little son of the nobleman of the Taiqige tribe finally had the appearance of a man, and the two barbarians who were about the same age as him were also shocked by the sudden arrogance on Mochiha's body, and slowly put the middle-aged samurai's saber and jade plaque back on his body.

Mochiha looked at the two people with unkind faces, and before he could think of what he was going to say next, he received a heavy punch in the face, the two of them, who were also children of nobles, would not care about the identity of Mochiha nobles, not to mention that as long as there was no life in the fight between the people in the grassland, it was really a trivial matter.

Mochiha, who was writhing all over the ground, heard the sound of his bow and arrows being broken, and he did not bother to kick off two of his teeth, and took out the small saber at his waist and threw himself at the man who had broken his bow and arrows.

Someone kicked his knife away, the bare-handed Mochiha could no longer threaten him, someone put their riding boots on his face, someone laughed around him and danced a barbarian whirlwind.

All the men found something in Mochiha that would make them happy, and the watchful men turned their eyes to them with great interest, and they wandered in the sea of joy that was gathered with the pain of Mochiha, and few of them paid attention to the orders left by Vulabatu.

"Yaoren!Yaoren!" Mochiha, who was beaten to the ground, saw what the others had not noticed, ropes hung from the stone walls on both sides of the valley, and the people who tied it around their waists descended from the top of the valley on both sides very quickly, "Turn back! It's Yaoren!

Mochiha's frightened roar was beaten back into his throat with his fist, and the people around him began to laugh at Mochiha with his words again, and they could see Yao people in the sky, using such a lame reason to escape their fists, did they all think of them as fools?

"It's really Yaoren! Look back!" Mochiha was beaten alive and fainted after uttering these words with the last of his strength, and while the unknown people around him were still trying to find some fun from him, the warriors of the Jinju rivers and lakes descended from the stone walls on both sides of the valley with the help of ropes and pounced on the bottom of the valley like fierce tigers.

The beaten young barbarian at the bottom of the valley helped Wei Changpan a lot, and if most of the people hadn't been attracted to him, maybe he would have to hesitate for a long time.

It was a perfect opportunity, and they were only seen by the young brute lying on the ground after they had descended to two-thirds of the height, but his warning had no effect, and in an instant they were knocked out again.

Finally, when all of them were about to descend to the bottom of the valley, a barbarian who was about to go to the valley wall to relieve his hands saw the shadow in front of him, and there was a sound of rustling on his head, and he immediately became alarmed, but before he could give a warning, a knife pierced his shoulder from top to bottom, and the man who loosened the rope jumped down from a height of more than a zhang, and all his strength was on the tip of the sword, and a single knife made this barbarian warrior who was not weak lose his combat power, and then cut off his head with a knife.

It was impossible for such a movement to hide the keen five senses of the martial arts, the moment Wei Changpan let go of the rope and fell, someone cast his gaze, but the view was blocked by a cowhide tent, and then the sound of the corpse falling to the ground and the faint blood coming from the air made them no longer able to lurk.

A barbarian rushed towards his position, saying something in a language that Wei Changpan didn't understand, as if he was shouting the name of the person killed by Wei Changpan, and the friction of the sword out of its sheath.

The barbarian warrior with the two swords gestured to the rest of the people and slowly approached the tent that made the noise before, and the increasingly heavy blood in front of his nose confirmed his conjecture, if it wasn't for someone to relieve his hands and pull out all the blood all over his body, it must be....

"The Yao people are coming!" Before he finished speaking, the cowhide tent was split in its entirety from the middle, making it difficult for the blade to hold the long knife, and the barbarian warrior roared, "The Yao people are coming!"

The edge of the long knife caused the barbarian warrior's twin knives to open two gaps in the first blow, and each subsequent knife could leave an irreparable gap in the barbarian warrior's cherished weapon, and in a few more moves, the two knives would be reduced to scrap metal that could not even cut firewood.

It is extremely difficult to find such weapons on the grassland, and most of them can only rely on the smuggling merchants from the north and south to order the blades at high prices, and smuggling salt and iron to the grassland is a serious crime to lose their heads, so these smuggling merchants have to push the price to the sky, there is no technology that can refine iron on the grassland, and many warriors on the grassland have to exchange herds of cattle and sheep for a blade in hand.

In this way, the hard-won blade was to be scrapped under the almost unreasonable sword, so that the barbarian warrior who wielded the double sword had to restrain his sword momentum and try his best to avoid attacking the opponent's blade.

The barbarian warrior with the two swords did not wait for the enemy's strength to run out or show flaws as he expected, and even though the young Yaoren warrior in front of him was full of cracked openings and frostbite, and his face was also blue and distorted from the cold, his momentum continued to rise, and finally reached its peak when he cut off his right hand knife, and slashed his chest again.

He fell, Wei Changpan clenched the knife in his hand and went to find the next barbarian.

There were clashing and shouting of killing from all over the valley, and the warriors of Jinzhou and the grassland fought in a team on the grassland for the first time in the winter of the sixth year of Emperor Dayao Lie, and they did not spare the slightest hand to each other, no one threw down their weapons and begged for mercy, and they all used their last strength to wield their swords before they died.

Generations of enemies meet in pairs, and a thousand words are put into swords.