Chapter 899

After all, the grassland cavalry under his command were not made of iron.

The soldiers who haven't had enough food for several days in a row are already reaching their limit.

At the same time, due to the previous pursuit, their arrows have long been exhausted.

Now facing the long-range attack of this group of grassland people, it is really difficult for them to fight back.

Fortunately, the ones they rode were all good war horses.

Horses are different from people.

Horses only need to eat grass to fill their stomachs.

Although the soldiers were hungry, the war horses were basically unaffected.

The speed of the rush is still astonishing. In the blink of an eye, the prairie cavalry wielding weapons madly rushed into the camp of the prairie tribe.

Rampage all the way, directly killed several grassland people.

Then accompanied by a complete reduction of the distance.

The prairie cavalry wielding sharp blades directly exerted their superiority in weapons and equipment.

After paying the casualties of a dozen soldiers.

The prairie people who dared to resist were all killed in a short period of time.

Later, considering the possibility of leaving a living port, it will reveal their whereabouts.

Si Qin directly issued the massacre order.

The screams echoed wildly throughout the camp.

These days, they have been suppressed for too long.

At this moment, this killing has become their outlet.

One by one, they rushed into the tent with blood-stained long knives.

Afterwards, anyone who appeared in their sight, whether it was an old man, a woman, or a child, would all be killed!

A strong smell of blood permeated the camp.

Each and every steppe cavalryman seemed to be enchanted with red eyes.

But no one noticed that in a corner of the camp, a thin figure was slowly approaching Si Qin, who was standing in the center of the camp.

Compared to this camp where the screams were endless, that figure was too quiet.

He approached slowly like that.

When he got close to a certain distance, the seemingly thin figure burst out with amazing power.

With two quick steps, he jumped up.

When he jumped up, the grass rope tightly held in his hand was directly wrapped around Si Qin's neck!

It's too late, it's too soon.

The straw rope began to tighten crazily the moment it wrapped around Siqin's neck.

This was completely beyond his expectations, and Siqin had no time to react.

The rough straw rope quickly got into the flesh of his neck.

His face that was originally so pale that there was almost no blood in it instantly turned blood red!

That is the straw rope that Amu usually uses to bind firewood.

Very old, but sturdy.

At this time, it became the best weapon to take the life of the king of the Chaerhan Prairie Kingdom!

A strong sense of suffocation continued to sweep over, making him unable to make any sound at all.

The body fell heavily to the ground.

The impact of falling to the ground did not let Amu let go, but made his hands pulling the straw rope a little harder.

Siqin's hands firmly grasped the straw rope tied around his neck, trying to pull it apart, so that he could breathe a breath of fresh air, who was about to suffocate.

However, the cruel reality made him clearly realize that he was no match for the hands that were tightening the rope.

The boss with an open mouth tried desperately to breathe, but couldn't get a breath of air.

Instead, his entire face began to turn purple and black, and his mind went blank.

He tried to resist, but became weaker and weaker due to the lack of oxygen.

Life force began to flow wildly.

Finally, a pair of hands slumped to the sides of the body weakly.

I am afraid that at the last moment of his life, Si Qin never thought that he would die in such a place.

And it was not the conqueror who killed him.

Nor is it a big tribal leader with a name and a surname.

But a kid who doesn't even have an official name...

This way of ending is really embarrassing.

In the chaotic camp, the prairie cavalry did not seem to notice the body of their king at the first time.

One by one, they were immersed in an almost crazy killing.

Until the one-eyed dragon cloth that just killed everyone in a tent and walked out from it.

His eyes swept across the one-eyed dragon Buhe in the center of the camp, and when he saw Siqin lying there, his expression suddenly changed.

"Your Majesty!!"

In the sound of exclamation, One-Eyed Long Buhe hurriedly rushed to Siqin's corpse.

He just stretched out his hand, but at this moment, the motionless corpse suddenly opened!

One-eyed Long Buhe never thought that there was actually a prairie kid hidden under the corpse!

At this moment, what Amu is holding in his hand is Siqin's saber.

The sharp bronze sword pierced straight towards the one-eyed dragon Buhe's heart!

In the face of such a sudden attack, he is a fierce general after all, and his reaction ability is undoubtedly catching up.

The first time he grabbed the sword at hand, he was about to raise it to parry, but the movement in his hand was a beat slower.

A sharp bronze sword pierced into his heart!

With a completely fatal blow, Cyclops Buhe's vitality began to drain rapidly.

At the last moment of his death, he seemed to see Battle who was covered in blood and had been pierced by a dozen spears.

"Hahaha……"

"Battle, is your ghost avenging me?"

This was the last thought in his mind before Cyclops Buhe died.

His hands were kicked off by the opponent's warhorse during the battle with Battle.

Broken very thoroughly!

In this era, an injury of that level is tantamount to a lifetime disability.

One-eyed dragon Buhe's arms, although they were finally taken back, could never regain their original flexibility.

As a result, the combat power was greatly reduced.

It was the same just now, his consciousness and reaction kept up, but his hands could never keep up...

Killing two people in a row, Amu pulled the bronze sword out of the one-eyed dragon Buhe's heart with a blank expression.

Then go to the next tent.

On this side, the strong bloody smell drifting away in the wind constantly stimulated the wolf cavalry's sense of smell.

Li Min, who was riding on the back of the giant wolf, pointed in one direction and said quickly...

"Your Majesty, there is a strong smell of blood coming from that direction."

Hearing this, Luo Ji nodded.

"Go, go and see!"

By the time Luo Ji arrived with his troops, the battle here was obviously over.

Surrounded by the guards, Luo Ji walked slowly into the tribal camp, and his eyes finally fell on a child kneeling in the center of the camp.

There was a sword in front of him, a bronze sword covered with blood!

At the same time, there are many familiar faces around this child.

For example, Siqin.

Another example, Cyclops and...

The scene in front of him was beyond Luo Ji's expectations.

At the same time, the soldiers who went to check the situation around the camp also ran back quickly.

"Your Majesty, all the people in this camp are dead."

Hearing this, Luo Ji's eyes fell on the child again.

"Can you kill?"

The child didn't have much reaction to this, and those eyes that were as empty as a dead man fell on Luo Ji.

Then, his lips opened and closed slightly, and that voice with a distinctly hoarse voice entered Luo Ji's ear.

"Kill me."

In the face of this child's request, Luo Ji's mood suddenly became a little subtle...

"If you just want to die, then the sword in front of you should be sharp enough that you can cut yourself off completely, but if you just want a reason to live, then..."

"I like you, pick up your sword and fight for me!"

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