Power and Empire Chapter 102: The break (3)

The chaotic left-guard cavalry was squeezed by the dense forest of Samor’s spears, and had to be gathered into a ball. Numerous spears pierced into their bodies from all directions, and blood stained their armor. The sword flew up and down weakly, but could not cut off the spears that pierced the body. The Samorian spearmen around them worked together to pick them off their horses. The Samorian infantry who swarmed up cut off their heads with their swords. The blood was never headless. The chest was sprayed into the sky. At this moment, the brave Kujites also experienced the madness of the Vikya people.

　　Countless Samorian crossbowmen performed more crazily than the spearmen around them. The left guard cavalry wielding a scimitar without any scruples in front of them, with the help of the infantry around him, the crossbow in hand steadily shot through the left guard cavalry. The left-back cavalry was shot off the horse by the powerful impact force of the crossbow arrow, and many left-back cavalry who resisted stubbornly were inundated by the black torrent.

　　 "Get out! Follow me..."

　　 Ulem screamed hoarsely, his fine armor was covered with knife marks, dozens of bright red wounds covered his whole body, and the sharp machete in his hand was dripping with blood. Around him, Zuo Wei The cavalry gathered in a group for the final resistance, blood shot between the spear and the horse, and the bodies of both sides fell in a circle around

　　 A Samorian blocking crossbowman who had been staring at him for a long time, under the cover of the surrounding infantry, took advantage of the moment Ullemu stopped his horse, pulled the trigger in his hand, and a white line shot through Ullemu. His throat, the sophisticated mail armor was broken into pieces of iron by the powerful crossbow arrows, bright red blood spattered from his throat and the corners of his mouth, Ullemu whimpered helplessly, and fell from the horse's back with his eyes wide open. An eager Satsuma heavy infantry nearby, unceremoniously chopped off his head

　　"Wu Lemu Qianqi is dead!"

　　 Seeing his Qianqi commander died in battle, the surrounding left-guard cavalry panicked and shouted, the last resistance collapsed in front of the oppressing spear,

　　 "Master Hasakti! Let me lead the army to rescue them, the Khergit warriors shouldn't die like this."

　　 The horror of the slaughter of fellow robes in the distance stimulated Likuotai, who was already covered in blood. Likuotai, who had just returned with the army, did not join the main attack sequence. Although he suffered a lot of losses in the left-wing assault, Likuotai Tai still brought back more than 2,000 left guard cavalry

　　"It’s useless, it’s a foregone conclusion! Everything is a foregone conclusion.

　　 Chief Zuowei looked at the left guard cavalry remnants who were surrounded by the Samorites in the distance, his face was desolate and sentimental, and he shook his head weakly.

　　" The left-back warriors of Vijay could not fight against the fate of defeat! From the beginning, we should not choose to fight outside the castle of Vizan. In this cursed land, the **** of the steppe could not protect his son. Min!"

　　Hashaketi's five thin fingers gripping the whip, pale because of excessive force, the 15,000 elite left-back cavalry has now lost more than half, leaving only the last more than 2,000 people in the final Stubbornly, horse corpses and human corpses all over the field are piled up one after another, and densely packed Satsuma people swarm like ants

　　"Brother Likuotai, can you promise me a request?"

The words of 　　hasakti made Likuotai's face surprised. Among the Kujites, calling brothers often means life and death. Likuotai feels a little bad.

　　"Promise me, Brother Tai, take the rest of the people back to the prairie. The 5,000 light cavalry of the Kuyiti Banner are still in Omr. They are our last seeds. This is Zuowei. The command knife that His Royal Highness handed over to me, only it can let the stubborn character Kuyeti go with you, and now I give it to you, the men of the Zuowei tribe can’t all die in Vikia! Our women and children are still there. Need protection!"

　　 "My lord, you..."

　　"I am the commander-in-chief of Zuowei, and the Zuowei army is gone. What face do I have to return to the tribe, what face do I have to see, and entrust the whole army to my Royal Highness King Zuowei!

　　Hasakti waved his hand to stop Likuotai from continuing, his face calmly took the machete from his waist and handed it in front of Likuotai with a low and serious voice

　　 "What I can do now is to die like a left-back warrior, fight to death, and then return to the embrace of the grassland god"

　　 "Sir!" Watching Hasakti turned to face the swarming Samos, Likuotai's eyes flashed with a splash of water, and he decisively strangled his horse, turned to the **** behind him, and raised his hands high. Hasakti took the scimitar and shouted.

　　 "Everyone follow me! The whole army turns to Omr!"

　　 "Another one!"

　　The wind blew across Kazakhti’s face, and a scimitar passed through the throat of a spearman who wanted to take the opportunity to attack behind him. Blood splashed on his face. He no longer remembers which number it was. More than ten blood-red wounds have been left because of the fierce fighting, and his face looks pale due to excessive bleeding.

　　 is surrounded by densely packed Samorian spearmen, and the horse under his hips fell to the ground with blood, and under his feet lie more than a dozen Samorian soldiers’ bodies, if they didn’t want to capture this Kujit alive Commander~IndoMTL.com~The nearby spearmen have long stabbed him into a hedgehog along with the horse

　　 "Catch alive!"

　　The Samorians around yelled and slowly gathered the encirclement circle. Everyone could see that this commander Kujit was already at the end of the battle,

　　 Excessive blood loss has caused the Hasakti to have the hallucinations of weakness. The shouts of the Samoans are like the whispers of the elders in their ears when they were young. The green grass in front of them makes Hasakti feel affection. July , It is the most luxuriant season of grass growth

　　"Great God of the Prairie, let me return to your embrace!"

　　Hazakti knows that if he bleeds like this, he will soon be powerless to fight and become a captive of the Samos. The heart of death is burning in the heart of Hasakti

　　"The grass watered with human blood will grow tall and green in the coming year!"

　　 Hazakti showed a contented smile. Suddenly he reached out and grabbed the long spear in front of him, and rushed up against the dense spear forest on the opposite side. Several long spears pierced Hazakti’s body, and the blood came Kazakhti’s body burst out, and Kazakhti felt that the whole world was spinning. The eyelids were heavy and hard to open. The noise around him suddenly disappeared. The grass under his head exuded a slight fragrance, and it was as warm as a prairie. The sun

　　 Seeing Hasakti fell on the grass, someone immediately pulled out a war knife and prepared to cut off this expensive head

　　 "Stop it!"

　　 An officer with a scar on his face waved to stop them. Caesar Sauron lowered his head and looked at the dead Commander Kujit with a serious face. Hashaketi reminded him of being on the Lisa River Beach. The subordinates who fought to the death, they also unyieldingly met the Kujit horseshoes, and then collapsed in helplessness and despair

　　"He is a warrior! Bury him under this grass!"