The cold God of War Prince is passionate about the peasant wife

Sanba Buhe's eyes sharpened suddenly.

"There is miasma here, don't breathe, cover your mouth and nose quickly and follow me!" Sanba Buhe immediately pulled off the corner of his clothes, untied his belt and wetted the cloth strip to cover his mouth and nose.

All the Huns soldiers: "!!!"

More and more people are hallucinating and eventually dying from poisoning.

Time was running out, and everyone ignored their nausea and hurriedly unbuttoned their belts and covered their mouths and noses after getting wet.

But there are also many people who become more anxious and fearful and unable to urinate.

All crying.

But everyone was in a hurry to save their lives, who would help others pee.

Besides, it must be there.

The mighty team groped in the miasma forest. Although they covered their mouths and noses with wet cloths, many soldiers fell down one after another as time passed.

Finally, Sanba Buhe led the soldiers out of the miasma forest.

But there are also many soldiers who stay inside forever.

The bright sun shines down.

But before the Huns soldiers had time to take a breath of fresh air, arrows filled the sky and shot down.

shhhhhh...

The embarrassed Huns soldiers fell crazily.

"Hidden!" Sanba Buhe shouted.

The Huns soldiers looked for cover in panic, but round after round of arrows gave them no chance at all.

The mountains and plains were littered with the corpses of Hun soldiers.

for a short time.

The miasma forest and arrow feathers killed nearly [-] Huns soldiers.

The arrow feathers finally stopped.

Arrows, shot out.

"kill!"

The deafening shouts of death rushed down from the mountain.

The leaders were Yun Zhao and Du Gu Ji, and behind them were the Xirong female soldiers from the two tribes.

Holding long knives in their hands, they charged with all their might and without any fear.

In an instant, the two armies rushed together and fought madly.

Although there are about [-] Xiongnu soldiers left, there are only [-] Xirong female soldiers, so there is still a big gap.

Moreover, neither the Hairong tribe nor the Beirong tribe are the most martial tribes in Xirong, and there are still differences between them and the male Xiongnu soldiers.

Fortunately, the Xiongnu soldiers were exhausted a lot after passing through the miasma forest and were a little weak.

The mountains were filled with the sound of fighting.

Huns soldiers and Xirong female soldiers fell into a pool of blood one after another.

The sky gradually darkened, and the entire mountain sky was covered with blood-red sunset glow.

Finally, the sound of fighting gradually became quieter until it disappeared.

Dead body.

The mountains were covered with corpses criss-crossing each other, the number was shocking, and it was like an endless purgatory.

Valley,

All the Huns soldiers were dead, leaving only Sanba Tuhe.

opposite.

Almost all the female Huns soldiers died in the battle.

Only Yun Zhao, Poison Gu Ji, and more than a thousand female soldiers were left.

Each of them was seriously injured and covered in blood, but no one fell.

Poison Gu Ji smiled and looked back at Yun Zhao: "I didn't expect that we really won!" Yun Zhao responded.

The female soldiers behind him were also relieved.

"Although you are very cunning, it seems that I still won!" At this time, Sanba Buhe said with a confident smile.

Poisonous Gu Ji looked at Sanbabu and Lengchi who were alone.

I wonder what he was daydreaming about.

Yun Zhao couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

"Come out!" Sanbabu said calmly.

At this time, nearly five thousand Huns soldiers came out of the woods behind them.

They hold long knives, are tall and in good condition.

Five thousand elite soldiers and one thousand seriously injured female soldiers.

You already know the ending without fighting.

That is to be massacred without any resistance.

At this moment, Sanba Buhe looked at them and smiled, it was the smile of a winner.

But it is also the other party's destructive despair.

However, no one showed fear, let alone despair, whether it was Yun Zhao, Du Gu Ji, or even any of the seriously injured female soldiers from Xirong.

On the contrary, they looked firm and composed.

Sanbabuhe couldn't help but frown.

At this time, more than a thousand seriously injured female soldiers from Xirong supported each other and came to Yun Zhao and Du Gu Ji, and bowed respectfully.

Then he got up and committed suicide.

The five thousand Huns soldiers were stunned.

Sanba Buhe's eyebrows also frowned more tightly, and a sense of uneasiness rose faintly.

But now, only two women are left.

What else?
The sunset was as red as blood.

Poisonous Gu Ji looked at the sunset and couldn't help but smile: "In the past, we loved watching the sunset together."

She looked back at Yun Zhao and said softly: "Sister, the sunset has not changed, it is still so beautiful!"

"It's beautiful." Yun Zhao

Poison Gu Ji reached out and held Yun Zhao's hand.

Yun Zhao gently held it back.

"sorry!"

They both whispered at the same time.

The mountain breeze blew gently, and both of them couldn't help but smile.

The past is like smoke, and all the grudges have disappeared at this moment.

The two looked at each other, and their hands clasped each other with strength.

There was bright red blood flowing from between their fingers.

The two of them wiped their throats and committed suicide at the same time.

The Huns soldiers were even more stunned.

But then a soldier laughed and said, "General, these Xirong female soldiers are so cowardly that they even committed suicide in fear."

However, Sanba Buhe did not speak.

Quiet in the mountains and forests.

Deadly still.

But it seems like something terrible is about to emerge from the chrysalis... (End of this chapter)