C43 (1/2)

”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 …”