The tent was full of murders, as if the dark clouds were pressing down on top of it, which made everyone gasp for breath. One by one, they felt that half of their feet had already stepped into the gate of death.
Without mercy, Tuo would kill again.
A group of doctors were terrified. The doctor who was closest to lengdao's face changed greatly. But the next moment, he raised his neck and closed his eyes fearlessly, with a posture of "I'm not afraid to die, but I want to wake up in sweat".
They were deeply infected, and they no longer showed fear, but showed the spirit of looking back to death. Murong moved to Tuoba's foot on his knees and cried out: "if you want to kill Khan, you should start from Laojiu!"!!! How can I cherish my humble life? "
This is death advice!
Seeing this, a group of doctors were full of passion, and for a while they also ignored life and death. They thought that if their blood could bring back Khan's sense, how could they cherish their own death?
Turk men have always been indomitable. They can't learn from the cowards of Central Plains! Khan is now hoodwinked by the prince of the Han family, so they should remonstrate in the end!!
"Khan won't kill the third prince today, let's kill him!" A doctor suddenly stood up, drew a knife and rushed to the bedside.
In the Central Plains, there are obvious differences between the civil servants and the military generals, but Turks are the tribes of the grassland nationality. They all live by the grass and water, and no one is completely incapable of martial arts. Anyone who pulls out the weakest fighting force is very skilled at riding a horse and carrying a sword.
"Diao Nu!" Tuoba was about to crack, so he raised his knife to stop the doctor.
It's just between lightning and flint. It's another human life.
The tent was strangely quiet for a moment, and the blood of the doctor deeply stimulated everyone. There was only one thought in everyone's mind: the third prince must die!!
Must die!!
"Ah --" a doctor suddenly stood up, drew a knife and chopped at the comatose man on the bed.
Not only him, but also a few doctors stood up with the knife. Then, all the doctors stood up one after another, pulled out the big knife and rushed to the bedside.
The prince of Han family must die!!!
With such a disaster, they lost three brothers in succession in the hospital!!!
This kind of disaster can't be tolerated by heaven and earth, and it's not a pity to die with thousands of cuts!!!!
"Ah -"
the people were angry, showing their teeth and murderous. They were no longer different from what they looked like when they killed the enemy on the battlefield.
"I don't know what it means!" Tuoba was angry and stood in front of the bed. He would not give in, and his hand would be spattered with blood on the spot!
"Sweating!!"
In the chaos, an old and powerful voice suddenly broke through the scream and noise, making the surroundings quiet for a moment.
National Teacher Abu Du rushed in from outside the tent.
Originally blocked in front of the bed, a group of doctors consciously retreated to both sides to make way for the national master.
Abramovich ran straight to Tuoba Zhi and knelt down heavily on both knees. He was already full of tears.
"Sweat!! Today so many brothers died in front of you, you still don't wake up!!! Are you going to kill all our people for the Han prince
Abudu sobbed and wept. Many doctors were red in their eyes. Some of them were already in tears.
"Khan, this is our Turk!" Murong is gray haired and full of tears now. "Why do we Turkic men harm our family for an outsider?"