C43

"Yahhh …"

The sturdy guy howled, no one knew what he was howling for, the ice scraps all over his face fell down, revealing a snake-like face, he was sinister like a ghost, causing Zhang Shiping to shiver uncontrollably.

One of the guards used all his strength to pounce forward with his spear in hand, but before he could even touch fresh inferior, a wave of scimitar flashed past, and an icy cold killing intent struck him. In that split-second, his chest felt cold, and all he could see was the cold flames in his eyes that were like a venomous snake.

A cold light flashed, the more than six thousand sharp blades slashed down at the same time, the thousand over guards were instantly drowned by the rolling Xianbei fighters, like a small pebble thrown into a surging river, although it also caused a small wave, in the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace.

"We surrender."

Zhang Shiping and Su Shuang looked at each other in despair. They knew that everything was over, if they continued to struggle, there was no point in dying. They couldn't stand it any longer and waved their hands towards the guards, ordering them to put down their weapons. Their hearts were as clear as a mirror. The few hundred people they had left were not enough for these fresh inferior s to charge once.

"Sigh …" I really just escaped from the tiger's mouth and entered a wolf's lair. "

Hua Tuo sighed and shook his head helplessly. If he were to be captured by the fresh inferior and become a slave, he would probably be stuck in this desert for the rest of his life. Sigh, this time I will definitely have time to search for medicinal herbs on the prairie. Maybe I will really be able to find the Cordyceps sinensis, which can be considered as contributing to the medical profession.

"Hahaha …" All of you dismount and come here. "

What Hua Tuo did not expect was that the fresh and inferior leader could actually speak Mandarin, and very fluently as well. Actually, the majority of the leaders of the tribes of the nomadic peoples speak Chinese. They admired the culture and wealth of the Han nationality from the bottom of their hearts, and were proud that they could speak Chinese.

However, their own culture of backwardness and extremely harsh living environment allowed them to turn this kind of admiration from the depths of their hearts into an inferiority complex. They did not realize that their own backwardness was caused by themselves, and in turn, extremely hated the culture and wealth of the Han nationality.

When they were weak, or when the Han nationality was strong, they would always act like they were begging for mercy, showing their meekness and submission. When they were strong, or when the Han nationality was in a state of internal strife, they would pounce on the Han nationality like hungry wolves and bite him hard, and even trample over him.

On the other hand, the old teachers of Han nationality held onto the pedantic dogma that grace the four seas with virtue. When they were strong, they still wanted to help these Barbarian. Always healed the scar and forgot the pain, so that the tragedy repeated itself.

In the eyes of the fresh inferior, these Chinese had already become their slaves from the moment they were captured. They didn't care if the Chinese were tired or not. They drove all the Chinese off their horses, circled them, and headed west, whipping them a little later.

"Get up, hurry up."

"Pull out the injured ones."

The leader pointed his horsewhip at the wounded soldiers and commanded the fresh inferior to pull the wounded soldiers out of the crowd. Hua Tuo sensed that something was wrong and immediately supported the lightly injured guard up, but after a fierce kick, he kicked Hua Tuo to the ground and pulled the injured guard away.

"Kill them all."

The tall fresh inferior's eyes flashed with a sinister light, he coldly snorted and waved the large hammer in his hand, making a beheading posture. In his eyes, these injured people were not even worthy of being slaves. fresh inferior had never raised useless people.

Following the cry of the low leader, over a thousand fresh inferior jumped off their horses and ran over. With two people in a group, they pressed the injured soldiers to the ground, one of them grabbed the wounded soldier's hair while the other took out his horse blade and slashed towards the wounded soldier's neck.

Wherever the saber passed, the body would be separated from the body. Hot blood gushed out from the neck, and the wounded soldier's body would fall forward. The blood that spurted out was like a fountain as it shot up into the sky.

"Hahaha …"

fresh inferior laughed sinisterly, holding onto his hair and waving his wounded soldier's head, he started spinning his arms like a toy. In the end, fresh inferior released his grip and threw the head away, drawing a strange arc in the air before landing far away in the snow. It turned out that they were competing to see who would throw the head further.

"Ah …"

Xiao Qing threw himself into Hua Tuo's embrace and started to cry loudly. More than a dozen young disciples were trembling with fear. They were dumbstruck by the scene in front of them. They would probably remember this day for the rest of their lives. Today's nightmare would haunt them for the rest of their lives.

Xiao Qing's wailing immediately angered a microchieftain. He angrily ran over to Hua Tuo and pushed him away, raising his big hands, he slapped Xiao Qing a few times and knocked him down to the ground. It seemed that he still had not recovered his anger as he kicked Xiao Qing a few more times.

"Xiao Qing..."

Just at the same time that microchieftain s rushed over, Hua Tuo also rushed over, grabbing fresh inferior s, wanting to give his all, but how could the thin and weak Hua Tuo be a match for fresh inferior? That strong and weak fresh inferior flew out with a kick, kicking Hua Tuo on his waist, sending him flying three meters away, falling onto the ground unconscious.

In the vast snowy plains, there was a deathly silence.

It was unknown just how many thousand years had passed, but ever since the day the Han people were formed, wolf s began to hover around her body one after another. Huns, fresh inferior, Urushion, Turkic, and female Priestesses … Looking back through history, the fall of the Han nationality dynasty was always accompanied by the rise of these wolf.

To them, the long winter was both a season for grazing and robbery. The vast snowy plains were their world. They killed everything that was still alive and stole everything that they could use. That was their creed. Life was just like cattle and sheep. Death was a type of faith. To be able to die on a battlefield was a type of honor.

The Chinese south of the desert were the main targets of their looting and killing. Who told them to occupy beautiful fields and live in comfortable houses? While the Urushion was running around in the snow and ice, those comfortable Chinese people were drinking in their own houses on the hot pit.

The mournful wails spread in the snow for a long time. Gradually, they stopped, but they could not arouse the wolf's feelings of pity. The sun finally set in the west. It was unknown when, but the cold wind once again began to howl, carrying with it tens of thousands of thunderbolts. It was as if it wanted to destroy everything in this world that was ugly and brutal!

"I deserve to die …"

"Hahaha …"

All of the fresh inferior s laughed sinisterly as they looked towards the sky and laughed crazily. They were proud of their barbarity, and they were proud of their brutality. They were victorious again, and the pride of the conquerors made them laugh wildly, their laughter echoing in the air for a long time, far away in the wilderness.

All the Han people lowered their heads. They were powerless to resist, so they could only choose to retreat. In the face of such brutality, they once again chose to yield. They could only use their tears to wash away their humiliation and dilute their suffering. Actually, they had also paid too much, too much, even blood and their lives. Thus, they should not have been blamed.

However, who was responsible for all of this?

A fresh inferior opened the bag on his back, and when he saw the gorgeous silk silk, he shouted excitedly. He immediately tied up the bag and ran to the big size man's side, handing it over. The burly man touched it with his hand and laughed out loud again as he waved the hammer in his hand.

"Take them all!"

"Waa waa …"

All the fresh inferior started howling as they swung their whips in the air wildly, letting out loud and clear sounds. Their lower bodies rode in circles in the snow, surrounding Zhang Shiping and Su Shuang's men as they drove them away.

Su Shuang immediately walked over and helped Zhang Shiping up. Even though he didn't know why Zhang Shiping was blaming himself so much, he still knew clearly that he couldn't blame Zhang Shiping for everything that had happened today. If you had to blame someone, blame the mounted bandit and these barbaric fresh inferior.

"Let's go."

As if chasing away animals, fresh inferior waved his horsewhip, sending Zhang Shiping, Su Shuang and the others back to the low and fresh tribe. The tragic sight of the wounded soldiers was right in front of them. With the fresh inferior's whips above their heads, no one dared to resist. Under fresh inferior's urging, they actually started running.

Hua Tuo was a little dazed, and was carried by a few guards in turns. They had only been together for a few short days, but they had already fallen in love with this old man who had gone to see a doctor. The always-steady genius doctor Hua Tuo was suddenly shocked by this sudden attack, and everyone could only console him.

Poor Hua Tuo's little disciples were trekking through the snow. They had not gone far before they were hit by so many whips that they could not even remember what had happened to them. When they thought of what had happened to the wounded soldiers, they had no choice but to run for their lives.