Riding and chopping: Overlord of the Han and Hungarians

Chapter 19 19. Wolf Cub

The soft murmur seems to be singing the wind of death at night, which makes people shudder.

Hui's figure had already touched the horses, and he turned on one of the horses, then tied the reins of all the horses together with a rope, and rode the horses to the distance.

This is the most important thing, and Zhang Qi handed it over to him.

The fighting had already begun. Although these Huns were not the most valiant warriors on the grassland, they were also considered to be skilled in bows and horses.

When Sojaer rushed into the yurt, several scimitars slashed at him at the same time.

However, Suojiaer's armor was too thick, and he had a shield. The attacks of these Huns did not cause any harm to him.

However, Zhang Qi, who was hiding in the shadow of Suo Jiaer, turned into a poisonous snake in the shadow at the right time, stabbing his body with a long knife in his hand, and disemboweled a Hun near the door of the yurt.

The smell of blood permeated the entire yurt, and the smell of blood irritated everyone present.

"Ajiva, the gods are watching us! Kill!"

"Praise the gods, kill!"

The Huns in the yurt shouted, and the disemboweled soldier screamed and hugged Zhang Qi's legs.

Suojiaer continued to approach the other people, the long knife in his hand intertwined with several machetes.

Zhang Qi frowned, raised his knife and cut off the hands of the Huns who were hugging his legs.

Suojiaer was already red, and a scimitar pierced his throat. The Huns were about to relax, but Suojiaer who rose again in the next second made them feel like they were in an ice cave.

"Ghosts! They're ghosts!"

Sojar, whose throat was pierced, cut off the arm of a terrified Hun with a long knife in his hand, and then silently attacked all the Huns.

Zhang Qi joined the battle group and made up for the knife.

The fur of the yurt was punctured, and a terrified Hun rushed through the breach, terrified by Sokjar.

But before he could run away, two arrows nailed him back into the yurt.

Harrier looked at Bo beside him: "Don't draw the bow too full, it puts too much pressure on the bow arm."

clang--

When the scimitar collided with the long knife, fireworks exploded.

Sojiaer's blood flowed like a silent and frantic slashing of a ghost who came out of hell.

The only remaining Hun met him with red eyes.

In his mouth, he was even whispering the prayers that the gods bestowed on him.

boom--

The scimitar was held by the shield, and Zhang Qi in the shadows turned into a poisonous snake again, and the long knife in his hand mercilessly cut the throat of the last Hun.

The Huns threw away the weapons in their hands and covered their throats with both hands: "Give me. Ho. Courage.. No more ho. Pain"

The red eyes gradually became dull, and the trachea was cut. Every breath of air the Huns took was poison that pushed him to death.

Zhang Qi watched the Huns fall quietly, without the slightest fluctuation in his eyes, he stepped forward slowly, and stabbed the Huns in the chest to make up the knife.

Then he grabbed Suojiaer and disappeared into the yurt.

It’s just that no one noticed that there was an invisible mist rising from the bodies of the Huns killed by him, Suo Jiaer, and the crossbowmen. Ninety percent of these mists were scattered between the sky and the earth Returning to this world, the other [-]% followed Zhang Qipiao into the world of riding and cutting.

Back in the world of riding and hacking, the wound on Sokal's neck is no longer bleeding. The battle is over. According to the rules, he will recover slowly.

Then, Zhang Qi disappeared into the world of riding and cutting again.

Now the outside world is still waiting for him to finish.

All the Huns died. Hui rode a prairie horse and approached the yurt carefully. Bo and the others had already moved the corpses out of the yurt. There were eight of them in total, which was less than Zhang Qi expected.

Seeing that the crisis had been resolved, Hui breathed a sigh of relief, and after talking to Zhang Qi who had just left the yurt, he rode to bring back the horse he had taken away.

After this night, Bo and the others looked at Zhang Qi with more cordial and hot eyes than before.

After seeing iron and blood, although the faces of these once humblest slaves were all pale from excitement, there was an unexplainable aura on each of them.

Predator momentum.

Uncle Zhang Qi nodded: "Take off all the clothes and equipment from these people, Ying, go and call those children out."

"Okay Kai."

Facing Zhang Qi's instructions, Ying rushed into another yurt without any hesitation, and there was a burst of screaming and cursing in the yurt.

It was the children who were called. They had already woken up when the battle happened before, but no one dared to run around.

It was Ying who scolded angrily. As soon as he entered, a wolf cub came to him. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and kicked the wolf cub away.

"Go out, your master wants to see you, so behave better!"

It has to be said that Ying is very capable of dealing with these children. When he roared like this, the children stopped being frightened and walked out of the yurt obediently.

The temperature at night made these children shiver, Zhang Qi looked at them against the firelight, the tallest of them was only five or six years old, and each one was very thin.

Also, these are some abandoned children. If they are strong, their tribe will not drive them out. If it is not really unable to survive, no tribe will abandon a strong child.

Only those who are thin, sick, and incapable are treated like this.

No one would care about them, even the tribe that sent people out to pick them up would not care about them. After being brought back to the tribe, these people would be responsible for the dirtiest, tiring, and worst jobs in the tribe, and their status would only be higher than that of slaves. a little higher.

Zhang Qi counted them, there were thirteen in total, the tallest one was only at the eagle's buttocks, looking at them, Zhang Qi was thoughtful.

'The adult Huns are a pack of wild wolves on the steppe. No one can tame them, but if it is a pack of wolf cubs'

'It can also be domesticated into a dog. '

With a sudden change of mind, Zhang Qi decided something.

"From now on, you will eat my clothes, wear my clothes, and listen to me!

Understand? "

Although the wolf cubs are only a few years old, each of them has the desire to survive.

Without the slightest hesitation, these thinly clad children crawled on the icy snow.

"Owner."

Zhang Qi looked at them, his eyes were a little dazed, he didn't know what he was doing right, but soon his eyes became firm again, if he didn't want to be eaten by others, he would choose to eat people!

"Go back! Don't take half a step out of the yurt without my order!"

"Yes! Master!"

Several older children stood up quickly and dragged the younger children back to the yurt.

They knew that they survived, and they didn't care about what would happen in the future.

(End of this chapter)