The soft murmur seems to sing the praises of the winds of death at night, which makes people shudder.

Hui's figure had already touched the horse, he turned over a horse, and then tightened the reins of all the horses with a rope, and rode the horse into the distance.

This is the most important thing, and Zhang Qi gave it to him to do.

The battle had already begun, and although these Huns were not the bravest warriors on the steppe, they were also skilled in arching horses.

As Sogar rushed into the yurt, several scimitars slashed at him at the same time.

However, Sogar's armor was too thick, and with a shield, the Huns' attacks did not cause him any damage.

And Zhang Qi, who was hiding in the shadow of Suojiaer, turned into a poisonous snake in the shadows at the right time, and stabbed a long knife in his hand, disemboweling a Hun near the door of the yurt.

The smell of blood permeated the entire yurt, and the smell of blood irritated everyone present.

"Ajva, the gods are watching us! Kill! ”

"Praise the gods, kill!"

The Huns in the yurt shouted, and the disemboweled warrior roared and hugged Zhang Qi's legs.

Sogar continued to approach the others, his long knives and several scimitars intertwined.

Zhang Qi frowned, raised his knife and cut off the hands of the Huns who were holding his legs.

Sogar was already red, a scimitar pierced his throat trickly, those Huns were about to relax, but the next second Suojiaer who rose again made them feel like they were in an ice cave.

"Goblins! They're ghosts! ”

Stabbed in the throat, Sogar cut off the arm of a terrified Hun with a long knife in his hand, and then attacked all the Huns silently.

Zhang Qi joined the battle group and mended the knife.

The fur of the yurt was punctured, and a frightened Hun rushed out of the breach, and he was frightened by Sogar.

But before he could take a step and run away, two arrows nailed him back into the yurt.

The harrier looked at Bo beside him: "Don't draw the bow too full, it will put too much pressure on the bow arm to do so." ”

Bell –

The scimitar collided with the long knife and burst into fireworks.

Sogar was bleeding like a demon from hell, slashing silently and frantically.

The only remaining Hun man met him with red eyes.

The mouth is even whispering: "The pasture of the gods has abundant water and grass, countless herds of cattle and sheep, when I die heroically, I will go to the pastures of the gods, there will be no war, no hunger." ”

Bang –

The scimitar was held by a shield, and Zhang Qi in the shadows turned into a poisonous snake again, and the long knife in his hand ruthlessly cut the throat of the last Hun.

The Huns threw away the weapons in their hands and covered their throats with both hands: "Ho... Abundant aquatic plants... Ho.... Endless.... Ho.. Again... Ho.... Hunger..."

His red eyes gradually lost his mind, his trachea was cut, and every breath of air from the Huns was a poison that pushed him to death.

Zhang Qi quietly watched the Huns fall, without the slightest fluctuation in his eyes, and slowly stepped forward and stabbed the Huns in the chest to mend the knife.

Then he grabbed Sogar and disappeared into the yurt.

It's just that no one noticed that the Huns killed by him, Suojiaer, and crossbowmen all had an invisible mist rising and floating into the sky, and ninety percent of these mist were scattered between heaven and earth to return to this world, while the other one was scattered into the world of riding and slashing with Zhang Qi.

Back in the world of riding and chopping, the wound on Sogar's neck is no longer bleeding, the battle is over, according to the rules, he will slowly recover.

In turn, Zhang Qi disappeared into the world of riding and chopping.

Now the outside world is still waiting for him to finish.

The Huns were all dead, Hui rode a steppe horse and carefully approached the yurt, and Bo and the others had already moved the bodies out of the yurt, a total of eight, less than Zhang Qi expected.

Seeing that the crisis had been resolved, Hui breathed a sigh of relief, and after saying a word to Zhang Qi, who had just come from the yurt, he rode a horse to bring back the horses he had taken before.

After this night, they looked at Zhang Qi with more cordial and hot eyes than before.

After seeing iron and blood, although the faces of these once most humble slaves turned pale from excitement, there was an unspeakable momentum in each of them.

The momentum of the predator.

Zhang Qi nodded at the uncle: "Take off all the clothes and equipment on these people, Eagle, go and call those children out." ”

"Okay."

In the face of Zhang Qi's instructions, Ying did not hesitate at all and rushed into another yurt, and a burst of screams and angry scolding sounded in the yurt.

It was the children who were called, they had already woken up when the battle had taken place, but no one dared to run around.

It was the eagle who was scolding, and as soon as he entered, a wolf cub came to him, but fortunately, he reacted quickly and kicked the wolf cub away.

"Go out, your master wants to see you, and behave better!"

I have to say that Eagle has a very good ability to deal with these children, and when he roared like this, those children were not frightened, and obediently walked out of the yurt.

The temperature of the night made these children shiver, Zhang Qi looked at the firelight, the tallest of them was only five or six years old, and each of them was very thin.

Also, these are abandoned children, and if they are strong, their tribe will not drive them out, and if it is not really impossible to survive, no tribe will abandon the strong children.

Only those who are emaciated, sick, and physically unsound will be treated like this.

No one will care about them, even the tribe that sent people out to pick them up will not care about them, after being brought back to the tribe, the dirtiest, most tiring and worst work in the tribe will be taken care of by these people, and the status will only be a little higher than that of slaves.

Zhang Qi counted, there were thirteen in total, the highest was only at the eagle's ass, looking at them, Zhang Qi was thoughtful.

'The adult Huns are a pack of wild wolves on the steppe, no one can tame them, but if it is a pack of wolf cubs....'

It can also be domesticated into a dog. ’

With a sharp turn of mind, Zhang Qi decided something.

"From now on you will eat me, wear me, and listen to me!

Got it? ”

Although the wolf cubs are only a few years old, each of them has a desire to survive.

Without the slightest hesitation, the thinly dressed children were prostrate on the icy snow.

"Master."

Zhang Qi looked at them, his eyes were a little trance-like, he didn't know if what he was doing was right, but soon his eyes were firm again, if he didn't want to be eaten, he chose to eat people!

"All back! Don't take half a step out of the yurt without my orders! ”

"Yes! Master! ”

A few of the older children quickly stood up and dragged the younger children back to the yurt.

They knew that they had survived, and they didn't care what would happen to them.