Chapter 100: Capture Alive

The cruelest thing in the world is probably nothing more than seeing one's relatives being slaughtered in front of one's own eyes. Right now, rows of Donghu people who were bound and kneeling in front of the old camp were experiencing it. When the sound of hoofbeats sounded, When they heard the familiar sound of killing, surprise expressions appeared in their desperate eyes, but in a blink of an eye, countless bonfires lit up in front of them, and what they saw in the eyes of the bright fire was a group of people. The cavalrymen fell down one by one as if they had been cursed by the heavens, while the Fufeng men who had broken through the old camp ran out of the grass, slashing down with sharp knives in their hands. It can be seen clearly here.

Some people cried loudly, some people struggled to stand up, and thousands of Donghu captives began to commotion, but they were only guarded by former slaves of these Donghu people, and among these slaves, there were only a hundred young and middle-aged people. They are all old and weak children, but it is He Lanyan who directs them.

Gao Yuan talked about it, and raised the matter of guarding the prisoners to the level of deciding whether the battle was won or not, so it was hard for this young lady to stay, but after all, she was a flower who grew up under He Lanxiong's wings. Seeing the commotion of thousands of captives, she suddenly turned pale and didn't know how to deal with it.

The group of captives at the front was actually struggling to stand up. Hundreds of people were strung together on a rope. It was not an easy task to stand up. The group tied up in the head was a gray-haired Donghu old man, maybe his child is in front of him at this time, being hacked and killed by Fufeng soldiers. In short, his expression is excited, hissing and roaring, desperately trying to stand up, his hard-working eyes, on this string of ropes, unexpectedly Half of them struggled to their feet.

It is not a fun thing if someone mobilizes thousands of captives to riot.

At this moment, a machete cut across the old man's throat, and he made a sound from his throat. He looked at the child standing in front of him, holding a knife in his hand, with bloodshot eyes. This child was only twelve or thirteen years old at most. .

He exhaled a long breath, and with the long exhalation, more blood flowed from the wound on his throat. He collapsed, and when he fell, he brought down several people behind him.

This murderous child is called Cao Tianci. At this moment, he is waving a scimitar and moving forward, killing one person in one step. The blood splashed on his childish but murderous face, making him look particularly ferocious and terrifying.

"Whoever dares to move again, I'll cut off his head!" Cao Tianci yelled wildly as he swung his knife to kill the struggling Donghu man. The innocent childish voice and the changed tone roared, and the blood was full of blood. A doll, this scene made everyone stunned. The commotion just now quieted down in an instant.

"Whoever moves, I'll cut off his head!" The massacre was still going on, a woman screamed and ran over, grabbing Cao Tianci's arm.

"Tianci, stop, stop!"

Cao Tianci raised his head, but his eyes were full of tears. Looking at Cao Lianer, he burst into tears, "Sister, I want to avenge my mother, I want to avenge you, they are not human, they are all animals, they All damned."

Hugging Cao Tianci tightly, Cao Lianer burst into tears.

He Lanyan, who was not far away, watched this scene, and her hands trembled a little. This doll is a devil. She swallowed with difficulty, and she shouted: "Listen up, everyone, you can live if you don't move around , Who dares to persuade again, no matter be killed, you, and you, are you still men, not even a child, and if there are rioters, cut off their heads!"

He Lanyan loudly reprimanded those young slaves.

Two miles away, the battle is still going on. Gao Yuan and his soldiers have already penetrated into the center of the cavalry. The Donghu cavalry who lost their speed have no advantage under the attack of long knives. This caused La Trobe to lose nearly half of his men. Those who fell off their horses were either injured and lost their combat effectiveness, or died on the spot. At this time, the Fufeng people had the upper hand in terms of numbers on both sides. More importantly, the opponent's morale Ruhong, but the Donghu people are already approaching the point of collapse.

The two sides were in chaos, and the thirty archers brought by the infantry had their uses. They threw away the longbows in their hands and pulled out the long knives on their backs. They also joined the battle group angrily, while the infantry stood on the battlefield. Besides, bend the bow and nock the arrow, and the arrow tip moves slowly.

At this moment, he seemed to be back on the training ground. The chaotic battle scene was like a rapidly rotating turntable. The blue ones were his comrades, while the other colors were enemies.

With a whoosh sound, the arrow flew out and accurately shot down a Donghu soldier to the ground. The man overturned a Fufeng soldier in a frontal fight, and when he was about to strike down with a scimitar, an arrow flew out of the sky. Come, right in front of him.

The Fufeng soldier who survived the catastrophe jumped up from the ground, and before he had time to think about how the enemy in front of him died, he turned over and rushed to his side again, and together with a companion, chopped down a Donghu man to the ground .

At this time, on the battlefield, the infantry was like a sickle of death, although they were outside the arena, they shot one arrow at a time, and in an instant, dozens of Donghu soldiers fell under his arrows.

On the battlefield, the number advantage of Fufeng soldiers became more and more obvious.

La Trobe reined in his horse sadly and stopped at the edge of the battlefield. There were more and more blue figures, but fewer and fewer soldiers belonged to him. He was tearful, slowly broke the horse, and walked towards the battlefield step by step , Die on the battlefield, this is the best relief for me.

He had just started to start when a tall figure rushed out from the battlefield dragging a knife. The blue clothes were spattered with blood, and the blood was dripping down from the blade more than one meter long. down.

Looking at the uniform of the Great Yan Bing Cao on the opponent, La Trobe's pupils shrank, "Gao Yuan!" He shouted angrily.

Gao Yuan looked at each other, grinned slightly, "Latobe, you lost."

La Trobe was speechless, yes, he lost, lost nothing, but he still had a knife, he slowly raised the scimitar in his hand, and killed the devil, he shouted silently in his heart.

Gao Yuan also raised his knife, "Take mine and return it to me, eat mine and spit it out!" He said coldly.

La Trobe clamped the horse's belly, and the horse began to speed up, rushing towards Gaoyuan, "Death!" he hissed.

Almost at the same time, Gao Yuan also rushed forward with all his strength. There was only a distance of more than 20 steps between the two of them. This distance was not enough for La Trobe to raise the speed of the horse to the highest speed. Can suppress the opponent's advantage as much as possible.

The horse was indeed running, Gao Yuan had already rushed in front of La Trobe, La Trobe lifted the reins, the horse man stood up, and trampled down with two huge front hooves aimed at Gao Yuan.

Quickly jumping to the side, Gao Yuan held the knife in his right hand, and with a bang, he parried the knife that La Trobe slashed from top to bottom. One leg went limp, and he knelt on the ground, La Trobe shouted loudly, raised his knife and slashed again.

The moment Gao Yuan knelt down on his knees, he pulled out the three-edged army thorn from his waist with his left hand, and thrust it out with a chirping sound. Tobe was caught off guard, and was knocked off his horse immediately. The horse fell to the ground, and La Trobe fell heavily to the ground. The scimitar in his hand flew somewhere, and just as he was about to jump up, the bright blade was already in front of his eyes. .

"Kill me!" Looking at Gao Yuan's playful eyes, the humiliation in Latobe's heart reached a climax at this moment, straightened his head, and slammed into Gao Yuan's blade.

Thinking that La Trobe wanted to die, Gao Yuan shrank his hands suddenly and took a step back. La Trobe had already jumped up and rushed towards Gao Yuan with his bare hands.

Gao Yuan snorted, for the guy in front of him, he really wanted to kill him with a knife, but capturing him alive must be more valuable, the opponent dared to attack him with bare hands, he really didn't know how to spell death. He laughed and threw it away With a long knife in his hand, he waved his fists to meet him.

The sound of bang bang was loud, it was not so much a fight as it was a beating, not to mention Gao Yuan's superb single-player combat prowess, even compared to his age, Gao Yuan was much younger than La Trobe .

Boxing is afraid of the young, this is not just a joke, as the saying goes, if you beat a master to death with random punches, once you get old and meet an opponent younger than yourself, no matter how superb your skills are, you will not be able to stop the opponent's youth.

When Gao Yuan stopped, Latobe was already bruised and swollen, lying on the ground, unable to move. During the fight, Gao Yuan removed the joints of his hands, looked at Latobe who was lying on the ground, wriggling non-stop, Gao Yuan let out a long laugh, picked up the long knife on the ground, put it into the scabbard on his back with a click, walked up to the dead horse, drew out the military thorn, turned around, the general wiped the thorn on La Trobe's body , patted La Trobe's swollen face like a pig's head with a cold military thorn, "La Trobe, the blood debt you committed to us Fufeng people, one by one, we will settle it slowly."

He raised his head, the battle behind him was over, but those who were still standing were blue Fufeng soldiers, and they were cleaning the battlefield at the moment, many of them were victims of repeated looting by Donghu people, seeing the wounded lying on the ground Unable to move on the ground, he stabbed him without hesitation. Gao Yuan frowned, but he didn't stop.

These people deserve to die, and the hostility in the hearts of my subordinates needs to be vented. What's more, even if these people are kept, according to my promise, all Donghu prisoners will return to He Lanxiong, and these people will be handed over to He Lanxiong, He Lanxiong Xiong will never keep these young and strong, they are still dead.

He bent down, lifted one of La Trobe's feet, and dragged the chief of the Hutu tribe like a dead dog from the ground to the old Hutu camp in the distance.