Martial Sage

Chapter 858: Unexpectedly

Near the end of the year, Datang's soldiers were in a foreign land.

After leaving the city of the Mukun clan, a lot of furs were collected, which were left by those people who were anxious to leave the city.

Fifty thousand soldiers put on animal skins, cloth shirts, or the clothes of Turkic people, and marched toward Muyang City.

After traveling for most of the day, until the afternoon, I gradually found some tents of the nomads.

The people of Generation Life on the oasis of the wasteland also began to prepare to move westward under the call of Tianxiang Khan.

The old shepherd threw a bundle of hay into the sheepfold, piercingly looked at the bleating flock, and smiled.

"Eat, eat, we're going to set off tomorrow, I'm afraid there won't be so much fodder on the road in the future."

The voice didn't finish, but seeing a black line in the sky, I was quite puzzled, with his hands behind his back, squinting, and going around the sheepfold to take a closer look.

"The sky has changed?"

The dizzy old-eyed Michen sews together and stares at the black thread.

The next moment, I suddenly realized that own is stupid, that black line is not like a black cloud, but a rushing horse!

I heard that the army of Tang Dynasty was going west, but I never thought that it was so fast.

"Tang Jun is here!"

With a hint of panic in the old voice, he warned the tent that was smoky.

The next moment, amidst the faint shaking of the earth, the horn of Tang Jun's fight has sounded.

Large tracts of people rushed out of a yurt, and the Tang army team led by hundreds of silver cavalry, like a flash flood, came galloping in.

In sight, the galloping horses, the bright blades of the blades, and the howling soldiers overwhelmed the sky, just like transiting locusts.

Perhaps it was because they had experienced too much calm, facing the sudden front of soldiers, these people in the desert completely forgot what to do.

The old shepherd at the forefront was stunned for a short time. When he reacted, the cavalry rushing forward pointed out the blade and slashed fiercely on his chest.

The huge force brought the shepherd's body to roll twice in the snow. As he died, the huge horseshoe was raised high, reflected in the horrified eyes. When the darkness enveloped, the brain burst open and splashed on the fence railing.

Ah~

The screaming screaming sounded from nowhere.

The moment a corpse fell, the crowd still waiting and fled in panic.

The women picked up the children who were playing and turned and ran desperately. The men got into the big tent and took out the Borzoi's bows and arrows.

The roar outside the tent became clear, and the scattered soldiers swept over, waving their blades and shouting, cutting in from the panic figure.

Someone looked back subconsciously, the cold blade came against the wind, and his vision was thrown into the air. When the blood mist exploded, his head spun to the ground.

Countless deserters who fled were chased by the tail, chopped into the snow, and slaughtered in the big tent set off.

The herdsmen who were still far away stared in horror, and began to flee towards the vast snow.

The soldiers who bypassed the village have already rushed past...

Heart-piercing and screaming shouts filled the bright sky. The man holding the bow and arrow was already cut off by a sharp Tang knife before he drew the arrow. His arms were cut off, and the gushing plasma sputtered on the white snow, the man He fell to the ground and yelled.

A spear pierced his chest before he called a few times.

Around, and even further afield, the vast numbers of Datang sergeants have completed their outposts and are coming from the northeast and northwest.

The entire Datang soldiers scattered on the ice and snow gradually gathered and surrounded. It's like a giant net, beginning to converge.

Someone found out the dried meat and sesame cakes left by the wastelanders for the winter. By the way, they took out the torches in the campfire and threw them into the collapsed tent.

The raging flame followed the wind and ignited the surrounding tents, pushing the fire far away.

Seeing the continued killings to the west, Tang Hao, who was straddling the horse, waved slowly.

"Stay some and ask who their patriarch is."

The screams gradually became smaller as the military order was communicated.

The wasteland people standing in the circle looked at everything around them in panic, and the women wept and weeped in tears.

puff.

The bloody spear plunged into the soil, and Wu Tong coldly scanned the crowd in the middle.

"Who is your patriarch, come out and speak!"

The sobbing voice gradually became smaller, and everyone looked at each other, and no one answered.

The haze of fear has long been filled in my heart, and everyone knows that the first person to walk out is the dead soul under the knife.

Seeing the silent crowd, Wu Tong gritted his teeth, pulled up his iron spear, shook the horse's rein, and walked slowly toward the crowd.

"Did not say?"

"very good."

After the good word exit, the spear and spear have been pierced out, pierced a man's arm, and threw him out of the crowd.

Ah~

Amid the screams, the man rolled a few times and fell into the snow, struggling.

He held the drooping left arm in his right hand. The man knew that his arm had been pierced, and blood stains were gurgling down his fingers.

In the horror, the cold blade of the spear was already handed to his neck, and a low voice came from the horse.

"For you."

The man knew that this was reduced to a chopping board, and it was a corpse anyway. He glanced at Wu Tong violently and laughed grimly.

"Han thief, don't want me to say..."

Before he finished his words, the spear was handed out, and a puff went through his neck.

"All I want is the name of the person."

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