Zhang Qi, Bo Hui Ying Yao and Lu Mu Ma were thirty-seven people.
Three armored cavalry, three champion archers, four Cusait heavy cavalry archers, five Battanian wild men, and eight crossbowmen sergeants.
There are a total of thirty people, twenty-three of whom are the elite among the elite. This is a considerable force on the grassland. If everything goes well tonight, Zhang Qi will be able to gain a population of several hundred. Although it is possible that these people Most of them are women and children, but it’s okay.
The children are sent to the world of riding and slashing to grow up, and the women keep them as wife cake gifts. There is no capital business, small profits are made with blood, and stealing homes is the most enjoyable.
Not long after, Lu Mu, Ma San, Hui, Bo and Ying came to Zhang Qi's yurt.
Seeing these people, Zhang Qi nodded and winked at Ma San, who wisely walked outside the yurt to let the wind blow.
"You know it all."
Zhang Qi spoke slowly. Except for Ying, the faces of everyone else in the yurt were a little solemn. They had killed people before, but today they faced a tribe with hundreds of people. Although most of them were women and children, the grassland Women who fall in love are not necessarily weak.
"Really do it?"
Bo opened his mouth and asked Zhang Qi. He was the gentlest among Zhang Qi's people.
Zhang Qi nodded.
Bo opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, but after seeing Zhang Qi's eyes, his eyes became firm and he nodded: "I understand, I will do it well."
"Well, don't worry about you and me. What I'm worried about is the eagle."
As he spoke, Zhang Qi looked at Ying, whose face was flushed.
"I have the most important task for you tonight."
"Say, Qi, you tell me how many people you want me to kill, and I will kill them all without blinking an eye."
The eagle was very excited and even trembled a little when he spoke excitedly.
Zhang Qi shook his head: "I didn't ask you to kill people. Of course, you are indispensable for the killing job. What I want you to do is."
Zhang Qi asked Ying to bring his ears closer.
Then he said in a low voice: "When it gets late at night, go find the place where the slaves sleep. After hearing my order, tell the slaves that every participant who participates will have ten pounds of meat divided among the women.
I'm telling you, it's up to you whether you can build a team. Once you've done it, those people will be under your control from now on! "
Ying was stunned for a moment, and his face suddenly became bitter. He held Zhang Qi's hand pleadingly: "No, if you ask Hui about using your brain, I will fight."
Zhang Qi kicked him: "Get out of here, do you think I'm negotiating with you? This is an order! If you can't handle it, you see how I'll deal with you!"
Zhang Qi just spoke to Ying in a very low voice, and the people in the yurt didn't hear him clearly. They only saw Ying's expression change, and then he was kicked by Zhang Qi.
After rubbing the place where he was kicked, Ying reluctantly got up from the ground and looked at Zhang Qi resentfully, but Zhang Qi remained unmoved.
Helpless, Ying had no choice but to nod: "But you have to ask Hui to help me. I can't do it alone."
"Okay, tell Hui what you want to do. If he is willing to help you, it's no problem for me."
Zhang Qi also readily agreed. Among the few people, the ones he values most are Hui and Ying. One is good at literature and the other is good at martial arts. If they are well cultivated, they will also be rare talents.
"Ma Gui." He raised his fingers and the first armored cavalryman recruited bowed down in front of Zhang Qi.
"You are responsible for protecting him tonight and obeying his orders."
Zhang Qi pointed at the eagle, and then Ma Gui stood behind the eagle.
At this moment, Ying was talking quietly to Hui, and the others stretched out their ears curiously to listen.
After a while, Hui nodded and agreed to go with Ying tonight.
Zhang Qi didn't have any special instructions for the others. He just asked them to put on their armor before going to bed. The rest was to wait for his order.
Time passed little by little, and in the yurt, Zhang Qi closed his eyes and fell asleep.
He didn't take off his clothes. Under the thick fur coat, there were three layers of armor, leather armor, chain armor, and cloth armor.
The hickory wood heavy crossbow was at his feet, and a scimitar with a one-meter-long blade was also placed under the heavy crossbow.
Sunset, moonrise.
The bright moon is in the sky.
A bird's cry that only occurs in winter rang out in the tribe.
Zhang Qi, who was sitting upright, opened his eyes instantly, stood up, threw away the animal skin hat on his head, and put an iron helmet on.
The coat opened from the middle, revealing a pair of iron arm guards.
With the crossbow cocked and the sword hanging on his waist, Zhang Qi came outside the yurt and shot a crossbow at a Huns.
The arrowhead of the crossbow had been modified by him, and it made a shrill hiss after being shot.
xiujiu——
The ending sound was not long because it had already been inserted into the throat of the Huns.
The Huns never thought that they would be killed in their own tribe until they died. They looked at Zhang Qi with unwilling eyes and fell down without making a sound.
The shrill sound of arrows woke countless people up from their dreams, but what was faster than waking up was the killing.
The moment the arrows rang out, the savages rushed into the yurts where men had gathered. Their swords swept across the room, covering the land with countless flesh and blood.
The armored knights did not hesitate to give in. They mounted their horses to ride at the top, and dismounted from their horses to take the strongest steps. Each of them could move freely in the crowd, because without blunt weapons, they were invincible.
The tribe soon became chaotic, and the cries of children could be heard everywhere. Women in the grassland are very strong. Without men, they themselves are warriors!
The first few women who wanted to protect their children fell. The orders given to the champion shooters today were to kill everyone with weapons in hand.
When facing unarmored soldiers, archers are their nightmare, and champion archers are a nightmare within a nightmare.
Arrow after arrow penetrated the fur of the yurt and killed the resisting people holding bows and arrows.
Each arrow shot represents the death of one person. Unfortunately, the number of people is too small, so the killing is not fast.
Zhang Qi opened the door curtain of a yurt, and there were a group of women and children inside. Looking at them, Zhang Qi quickly said in Hun language: "Don't leave the yurt, anyone who comes out will die!"
After saying that, he put down the door curtain and rushed to the next one.
Crossbowmen guarded him.
Soon the commotion intensified, and the west side of the tribe began to be noisy. Hui, Ying, and Ma Gui, with thirty or forty thin slaves, carried out violence in the tribe with wooden sticks.
The old man was taken out of the ornately decorated yurt and beaten to death with sticks. The same was true for the women who resisted. Several slaves who had been suppressed for a long time saw how vulnerable the Hun nobles who once sat above them were and stretched out their hands. To tear those noble women apart.
The sperm is in your head, and you don’t even look at what the weather is now, so you’re not afraid of freezing your things?
But soon, Ma Gui's spear drove them away, and Hui's voice was as cold as the north wind in winter: "We are doing business now. If anyone messes up Qi's important event, I will send you to see the gods first!"
