The soft whisper was like singing praises to the wind of death at night, making people shudder.

Hui's figure had already touched the horse. He turned over a horse, then tightened the reins of all the horses together with a rope, and rode the horse to the distance.

This is the most important thing, Zhang Qi left it to him to do.

The fight had already begun. Although these Xiongnu people were not the bravest warriors on the grassland, they were also skilled in bows and horses.

When Sojar rushed into the yurt, several scimitars slashed at him at the same time.

However, Sojar's armor was too thick and he had a shield, so the attacks of these Huns did not cause any damage to him.

However, Zhang Qi, who was hiding in the shadow of Sojar, turned into a poisonous snake in the shadow at the right time, with a long sword in his hand and a pricked his body, which opened the belly of a Hun who was near the door of the yurt.

The smell of fishy smell filled the entire yurt, and the bloody smell stimulated everyone present.

"Ajiva, the gods are watching us! Kill!"

"Praise the gods and kill them!"

The Huns in the yurt shouted, and the soldier who was broken belly roared and hugged Zhang Qi's legs.

Sojar continued to approach the other people, and the long sword in his hand intertwined with several scimitars.

Zhang Qi frowned and raised his knife to cut off the hands of the Huns who were holding his legs.

Sojar was already red, and a scimitar pierced his throat. The Huns were almost relaxed, but Sojar, who resurrected the next second, made them feel as if they were in an ice cave.

"Ghosts! They are ghosts!"

The long sword in Sojar, who was pierced by the throat, cut off the arm of a frightened Hun, and then he still attacked all the Huns silently.

Zhang Qi joined the battle group and finished the fight.

The fur of the yurt was pierced, and a frightened Hun rushed out of the thunder, frightened by Sojar.

But before he could take a step and run, two arrows nailed him back into the yurt.

Harrier looked at Bo beside him: "Don't pull the bow too much, as this will put too much pressure on the bow arm."

clang--

The scimitar and the long sword collided and burst into flames.

Sojar was flowing with blood like an evil ghost walking out of hell, slashing wildly silently.

The only remaining Hun man had red eyes and confronted him.

He even murmured: "There are abundant water plants in the God's pasture, and countless cattle and sheep are in herds. When I die bravely, I will go to the God's pasture, and there will be no war or hunger."

Bang--

The scimitar was held by a shield, and Zhang Qi in the shadow turned into a poisonous snake again. The long sword in his hand ruthlessly cut the throat of the last Hun.

The Huns threw away the weapons in their hands and covered their throats with their hands: "Ho... the plump water plants... Ho... endless... ho... no more... ho... hungry..."

His red eyes gradually became unconscious and his trachea was cut. Every breath of air the Huns sucked was poison that pushed him to death.

Zhang Qi quietly watched the Huns fall down, without any fluctuations in his eyes. He slowly stepped forward and stabbed the Huns in the chest and finished the knife.

Then he grabbed Sojar and disappeared into the yurt.

But what no one noticed was that the Huns killed by him, Sojar and the crossbowmen had an invisible mist rising and floating towards the sky. Ninety percent of these mists scattered between heaven and earth and returned to this world, while the other part drifted into the world with Zhang Qi.

Back in the world of riding and chopping, the wound on Sojar's neck was no longer flowing out of blood. The battle was over. According to the rules, he would slowly recover.

Instead, Zhang Qi disappeared into the world of cavalry.

Now the outside world is still waiting for him to finish it.

All the Huns died, Hui rode a grassland horse and carefully approached the yurt. Bo and others had moved all the bodies out of the yurt, a total of eight, which was less than Zhang Qi expected.

Seeing that the crisis had been resolved, Hui breathed a sigh of relief, said to Zhang Qi, who had just passed the yurt, and rode his horse to bring back the horse he had taken away before.

After experiencing this night, Bo and the others looked at Zhang Qi with more intimate and hotter than before.

After seeing iron and blood, although these once humble slaves looked pale due to excitement, each of them had an unspeakable aura.

The momentum of the predator.

Zhang Qi nodded to Bo: "Take off all the clothes and equipment of these people, go and call out the children."

"Okay start."

Facing Zhang Qi's instructions, Ying rushed into another yurt without any hesitation. A scream and scolding sounded from the yurt.

They were calling out to those children. They had woken up when the battle had occurred, but no one dared to run around.

The one who scolded Eagle angrily. As soon as he entered, a wolf cub came to him. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and kicked the wolf cub away with one kick.

"Everyone goes out, your master wants to see you, and they all perform better!"

I have to say that the eagle has the ability to deal with these children. When he yelled like this, the children were no longer frightened and obediently walked out of the yurt.

The temperature at night made these children tremble. Zhang Qi looked at the fire. The highest among them was only five or six years old, and each of them was very thin.

Yet, these are abandoned children. If they are strong, their tribe will not drive them out. If they weren't really unable to hold on, no tribe will abandon strong children.

Only those who are thin, sick, and ineffective will be treated like this.

No one cares about them, and even this tribe who sent people to pick them up would not care about them. After being brought back to the tribe, these people will be responsible for the dirtiest, tiring and worst work in the tribe, and their status will only be a little higher than that of the slaves.

Zhang Qi counted, and there were thirteen in total, and the highest one was at the eagle's butt. Looking at them, Zhang Qi felt thoughtful.

‘The adult Huns were a group of wild wolves on the grassland, and no one could tame them, but if they were a group of wolf cubs…’

‘It can also be domesticated into dogs.’

After a quick change of mind, Zhang Qi decided what he decided.

"From the future, you eat mine, wear mine, and listen to mine!

Do you understand?"

Although the wolf cubs are only a few years old, each of them has the desire to survive.

Without any hesitation, these thin-clothed children crawled on the cold snow.

"Owner."

Zhang Qi looked at them with a dazed look. He didn't know if he was doing it right, but soon his eyes became firmer again. If he didn't want to be eaten, he would choose to eat people!

"Everything goes back! You are not allowed to walk out of the yurt without my order!"

"Yes! Master!"

A few older children quickly stood up and pulled the younger children back to the yurt.
Chapter completed!