The soft murmur seems to be praising the death wind at night, which makes people shudder.
Hui's figure had already touched the horses. He climbed onto a horse, then tied the reins of all the horses together with a rope, and rode the horse into the distance.
This was the most important thing, and Zhang Qi left it to him.
The fighting has already begun. Although these Huns are not the bravest warriors on the grassland, they are still considered skilled in bow and horse.
When Sogyal rushed into the yurt, several scimitars slashed at him at the same time.
However, Sogyal's armor was too thick and he had a shield, so the Huns' attacks did not cause any damage to him.
However, Zhang Qi, who was hiding in the shadow of Sojaer, turned into a poisonous snake in the shadow at the right time. With a long knife in his hand and a stab on his body, he disemboweled a Huns who was near the door of the yurt.
The fishy smell filled the entire yurt, and the smell of blood irritated everyone present.
"Ajwa, the gods are watching us! Kill!"
"Praise the gods, kill!"
The Huns in the yurt shouted loudly, and the disemboweled warrior roared and hugged Zhang Qi's legs.
Sojal continued to approach the other people, with the long knife and several scimitars intertwined in his hands.
Zhang Qi frowned, raised his knife and cut off the hands of the Huns holding his legs.
Suo Jiaer was already blushing, and a scimitar pierced his throat with a cunning knife. The Huns were about to relax, but Suo Jiaer, who rose up again in the next second, made them feel like they were facing an ice cave.
"Ghosts! They are ghosts!"
Sogyal, who had his throat pierced, cut off the arm of a frightened Huns with the long knife in his hand, and then continued to attack all the Huns silently.
Zhang Qi joined the battle group and finished the attack.
The fur of the yurt was punctured, and a frightened Huns rushed out of the breach. He was frightened by Sogyal.
But before he could take a step to run away, two arrows nailed him back to the yurt.
Harrier looked at Bo beside him: "Don't draw the bow too full, as this will put too much pressure on the bow arm."
clang--
The scimitar and the long sword collided, causing fireworks.
The blood flowing from Sojaer was like the silent and crazy hacking of evil spirits coming out of hell.
The remaining Huns met him with red eyes.
He even murmured in his mouth: "The pasture of the gods is full of rich water and grass, and there are countless herds of cattle and sheep. When I die heroically, I will go to the pastures of the gods. There will be no more wars and no more hunger."
boom--
The scimitar was held by the shield, and Zhang Qi in the shadow turned into a poisonous snake again. The long knife in his hand ruthlessly slit the throat of the last Huns.
The Huns threw away the weapons in their hands and covered their throats with both hands: "Hoo...luxury water plants...ho...endless...ho...no more...ho." ...hunger..."
His red eyes gradually became dull, and his trachea was cut. Every breath of air the Huns took was poison that pushed him to death.
Zhang Qi watched the Huns fall quietly, without any fluctuation in his eyes. He slowly stepped forward and stabbed the Huns' chest with a knife to finish off.
Then he grabbed Suojial and disappeared into the yurt.
But what no one noticed was that the Huns killed by him, Sogyal, and the crossbowmen had an invisible mist rising from their bodies and floating toward the sky. Ninety percent of this mist was scattered between the sky and the earth. Returning to this world, the other 10% followed Zhang Qipiao into the world of riding and slashing.
Back in the world of riding and slashing, blood is no longer flowing from the wound on Sojaer's neck. The battle is over. According to the rules, he will slowly recover.
In turn, Zhang Qi disappeared into the world of riding and slashing.
Now the outside world is still waiting for him to finish it.
All the Huns died. Hui rode a prairie horse and carefully approached the yurt. Bo and others had already moved the corpses out of the yurt. There were eight in total, which was less than Zhang Qi expected.
Seeing that the crisis had been resolved, Hui breathed a sigh of relief, said something to Zhang Qi who had just left the yurt, and then rode his horse to bring back the horses he had taken away before.
After experiencing this night, Bo and the others looked at Zhang Qi with more kindness and warmth than before.
After seeing iron and blood, although the faces of these once humblest slaves were pale due to excitement, each of them had an unexplainable aura.
Predator momentum.
Zhang Qichaobo nodded: "Tear off all the clothes and equipment on these people, Eagle, and go call those children out."
"Okay Kai."
Facing Zhang Qi's instructions, Ying didn't hesitate at all and rushed into another yurt. There was a burst of screams and curses in the yurt.
It was the children who were calling. They had already woken up when the battle broke out, but no one dared to run around.
It was Ying who was scolding angrily. As soon as he entered, a wolf cub hit him. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and kicked the wolf cub away.
"Get out of here, your master wants to see you, so be on your best behavior!"
It must be said that Eagle is very capable of dealing with these children. When he roared like this, the children no longer panicked and walked out of the yurt obediently.
The temperature at night made these children tremble. Zhang Qi looked over at the firelight. The tallest among them was only five or six years old, and each one was very thin.
Yes, these are abandoned children. If they are strong, their tribe will not drive them out. If they are not unable to survive, no tribe will abandon strong children.
Only the thin, sick, and physically handicapped will be treated this way.
No one will care about them, not even the tribe who sent people out to pick them up will not care about them. After being brought back to the tribe, these people will be responsible for the dirtiest, most tiring and worst jobs in the tribe, and their status will only be higher than that of slaves. A little higher.
Zhang Qi counted, there were thirteen in total, the tallest one was only at the eagle's butt. Looking at them, Zhang Qi was thoughtful.
'The adult Huns are like a group of wild wolves on the grassland. No one can tame them, but if they are a group of wolf cubs...'
'It can also be domesticated into a dog. '
With his mind racing, Zhang Qi decided something.
“From now on, you eat my food, wear my clothes, and listen to me!
Understand? "
Although the wolf cubs are only a few years old, every one of them has the desire to survive.
Without any hesitation, these thinly-clad children crawled on the cold snow.
"Owner."
Zhang Qi looked at them with a dazed look in his eyes. He didn't know if he was doing the right thing, but his eyes soon became firm again. If he didn't want to be eaten by others, then he would choose to eat people!
"Go back! You are not allowed to step out of the yurt without my order!"
"Yes! Master!"
Several older children quickly stood up and pulled the younger children back to the yurt.
They knew that they survived, and they didn't care about what would happen next.
