I’m The King Chapter 100: :Catch alive

The cruelest thing in the world is probably nothing more than seeing your relatives being slaughtered in front of you. Right now, rows of Donghu people who were **** and kneeling in front of the old camp are experiencing it. When the sound sounded and they heard the familiar cry of killing, surprise expressions appeared in their desperate eyes, but in the blink of an eye, countless bonfires lit up in front of them, and what they saw was a Teams of cavalrymen fell down one by one as if they had been cursed by heaven, and those Fufeng men who broke through the old camp ran out of the grass, slashing down with the bright knife light in their hands, and the bright red blood mist flying up , it can be seen clearly from their side.

Some people cried loudly, some people struggled to stand up, and thousands of Donghu prisoners began to commotion, but the guards were only the former slaves of these Donghu people, and among these slaves, there were only a hundred or so young and middle-aged , the others are old and weak children, but He Lanyan is the one directing 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. This made it hard for the young lady to stay, but after all, she was a young lady who grew up under the wings of He Lanxiong. Hua'er, when she saw thousands of captives commotion, 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. Standing up was not an easy task. The 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, this string of ropes Half of them struggled to stand up.

It is not a fun thing to have thousands of captives stir up if someone drives them.

At this moment, a scimitar slashed across the old man's throat. There was a gurgling sound in his throat. He looked at the child standing in front of him with a knife in his hand and bloodshot eyes. This child was only ten years old at most. Two or three years old.

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 walking forward, killing one person in one step. The blood splashed on his childish but murderous face, making him look extremely terrifying.

"Whoever dares to move again, I will cut off his head!" Cao Tianci yelled wildly as he swung his knife to kill the struggling Donghu people. This scene stunned everyone. The commotion just now quieted down in an instant.

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

"Godsend, stop, stop!"

Cao Tianci looked up, 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 deserve to die.”

Embracing Cao Tianci tightly, Cao Lianer burst into tears.

Not far away, He Lanyan watched this scene, and her hands trembled a little. This doll is a devil. She swallowed with difficulty, and she shouted: "Listen up, everyone, don't move around. If anyone dares to persuade him, he will be killed. You, and you, are still men. You are not even as good as 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. La Trobe lost nearly half of his men in the first time. Those who fell off the horse were either injured and lost their combat effectiveness, or died on the spot. At this time, the Fufeng people had the upper hand in the number of both sides. More importantly, , the opponent's morale is like a rainbow, 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 a place to use. 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 Standing outside the battlefield, bend the bow and set the arrow, the tip of the arrow 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, a The arrow came from the sky and hit his face.

The Fufeng soldier who survived the catastrophe jumped up from the ground. He didn't even have time to think about how the enemy in front of him died. He turned around and rushed to his side again. Together with a companion, he chopped down a Donghu man. Turned on the ground.

At this moment, on the battlefield, the infantry is like a sickle of death. Although it is located outside the arena, it shoots one arrow at a time. In an instant, dozens of Donghu soldiers fell under his arrows.

On the battlefield, the number advantage of Fufeng Soldiers is becoming more and more obvious.

Sadly, Latrobe reined in his horse 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, and slowly tore the horse, one step at a time. Go to the battlefield step by step and die on the battlefield. This is the best relief for me.

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

Looking at the uniform of Dayan Bingcao on the opponent, La Trobe's pupils shrank, "Gao Yuan!" He shouted angrily.

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

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

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 accelerate, 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. One point can suppress the opponent's advantage to the greatest extent.

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 jumped to the side, Gao Yuan held the knife in his right hand, and with a "dang" sound, he parried a knife that La Trobe slashed from top to bottom. , one of Gao Yuan's legs went limp, and he was already kneeling on the ground, while La Trobe shouted loudly, he 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 out with a chirping sound. La Trobe 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 to nowhere. Before his eyes.

"Kill me!" Looking at Gao Yuan's playful eyes, the humiliation in La Trobe'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 and took a step back. La Trobe had already jumped up and rushed towards Gao Yuan with his bare hands.

Gao Yuan snorted. As for the guy in front of him, he really wanted to kill him with a single knife. However, 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. Smiling and throwing away the long knife in his hand, he waved his fists to meet him.

There was a lot of bang bang, it was not so much a fight as it was a beating, not to mention Gao Yuan's superb single-player combat strength, even compared to his age, Gao Yuan is also younger than La Trobe Too much.

Boxing is afraid of the young, this is not 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 can't 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 and looked at La Trobe lying on the ground, wriggling. Tobey, Gao Yuan gave a long laugh, picked up the long knife on the ground, put it into the scabbard on his back with a click, walked to the dead horse again, drew out the army thorn, turned around, the general stabbed La Trobe After wiping his body clean, he patted La Trobe's swollen face like a pig's head with the cold military thorn, "La Trobe, the blood debt you committed to us Fufeng people, one by one, we will settle it slowly."

Raise your head, the battle behind you is over, but those who are still standing are the blue Fufeng soldiers, and they are cleaning the battlefield at the moment, many of them are the victims of repeated looting by Donghu people, look When he was injured and lying on the ground and couldn't move, he made up the knife without hesitation. Gao Yuan frowned, but he didn't stop~IndoMTL.com~ These people deserved to die, and the hostility in their subordinates also needed to be vented. What's more, even if these people are kept, according to his promise, all Donghu captives will return to He Lanxiong, and if these people are handed over to He Lanxiong, He Lanxiong will never keep these young men, they will still die together.

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