Everything was revealed by Tie Mo, which made Chaika's face dull. He drew out his machete and shouted angrily, "Shut the hell up. After I get you down in a while, I will kill this woman to death in front of your eyes."
, and let you see if I am a man on the grassland."
Taking a few steps forward, the smile on Chaika's face turned sinister, "I didn't expect you to dare to come. Should I say you are confident, or should I say you are stupid?"
"Do you really think you are the Living King of Hell? Do you really think you are the Blue Wolf King? No... I will trample you under my feet today..."
Chaika made a gesture, and more than a dozen Mongolians surrounded him. They waved their weapons and killed Tie Mo.
These people have never thought about why they wanted to kill Tie Mo like a mad dog without negotiating conditions for Gua Ka. If they had thought about it carefully, they might not have died here in a daze.
Caika is already crazy, but he is a very rational madman. This kind of person will try his best to do what he wants to do before dying.
Tie Mo tightened his grip on the machete and took a step back silently. A Mongolian man rushed over first and slashed the machete towards his shoulder. Tie Mo frowned, turned slightly sideways, grasped the handle of the knife with both hands, and quickly moved up with his backhand.
tease.
To be precise, Tie Mo's moves were not subtle, but he was quick and powerful. With a click, the machete moved upwards and cut off the Mongolian's right arm at shoulder level.
"Ah..." The Mongolian who had lost his arm let out a shrill howl, became unstable, and fell to the ground.
Mengmeng next to him pounced forward like a sharp arrow, and bit down hard on his neck with his sharp fangs. The man twitched and then became silent again.
The remaining Mongolians seemed not to notice and continued to rush towards Tie Mo.
Seeing so many people, Tie Mo dragged his knife on the ground and quickly retreated. As the retreat distance became longer and longer, the Mongolians moved forward in unison. Some rushed in front, while others rushed behind.
behind.
Seeing the right moment, Tie Mo roared violently, changed his strategy, and instead of retreating, he advanced. While running quickly, he held the machete in both hands and slashed left and right. The knife seemed to become a fan blade.
No one expected that after Tie Mo retreated for a certain distance, he unexpectedly took the initiative to meet him. Caught off guard, the two Mongolians at the front were in bad luck.
There was no time to dodge, so he could only block it with his knife. However, the machete in Tie Mo's hand was very heavy, and with his amazing arm strength, he actually knocked the machete away.
"Ah...my eternal life..."
One Mongolian howled miserably, and half of his head was cut off. The other Mongolian was even worse, with both hands cut off.
The two men did not die immediately. Blood spurted out and they lay on the ground writhing in pain. The screams fell into their ears, making the remaining Mongolians fearful.
When he looked at Tie Mo again, his eyes were a little more frightened.
This Han man is so terrifying, he is like a devil. When he swings the machete in his hand, his head will be lost, or his arms and legs will be missing. This bloody killing method will make people's hearts tremble.
Caika's heart trembled. He didn't expect Tie Mo to be so good at fighting. He didn't even give up in the face of the siege.
"Guika, you loser, don't hide behind, come here if you have the ability, I will teach you how to behave!"
Hearing such arrogant words, Caika's heart skipped a beat, and a sneer flashed across his lips. He stepped back, and in a moment, he pulled the woman out of the car.
"Tie...you'd better stop. If you dare to fight back again, I will kill this woman with one knife!"
Chaika put the knife against the back of Zhang Yan's pink neck with a wild smile on his face.
Tie Mo frowned and looked at Caika indifferently, "Hey, you are really useless. In this situation, you have to use a woman as a shield. Have you ever thought about what the people under your command will think of you?"
"Warriors of Sunit, is such a man qualified to be your leader?"
The cold ridicule made many Mongolians look dim, and some even showed a hint of anger.
The Mongols respect the strong, and they hate using old, weak, women and children to threaten their opponents. For thousands of years, this rule has been followed among tribes. The loser will either surrender the tribe or be slaughtered.
However, fighting between two parties, sneak attacks on tribes, and threatening women and children is something that should be looked down upon.
Nowadays, the behavior of guessing cards is really embarrassing. Under such circumstances, he actually threatened people with that woman.
Tie Mo stopped, and the Mongolians also stopped moving forward. They all looked directly at Chaika next to the carriage. Some people were ashamed, some were contemptuous, and all kinds of eyes fell on Chaika, which made the other party angry.
I was upset for a while.
"What are you still doing? Kill him..."
"Killing me will only make you die faster... If I die, none of you will be able to leave the Hanhai Grassland alive..."
Tie Mo snorted disdainfully: "Chaika, let her go. If you dare to hurt a hair of hers, I guarantee that your life will be worse than death."
"Really?" Chaika's eyes were red and his laughter was a little sick. Some of his subordinates started to be disobedient, which he couldn't accept.
It's all this Han's fault. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be in this situation.
It was him who turned himself into a mouse-like person. Therefore, even death would not make him feel better.
Caika moved his left hand and grabbed Zhang Yan's shoulder.
With a hiss, the beige brocade dress was torn open, revealing the white lining. Zhang Yan had never experienced such an experience before. She was afraid and hateful, and tears of humiliation flowed from her beautiful eyes.
Chaika's hand trembled, and he gently scratched the skin of his neck, "What a beautiful woman, can you bear to see her hurt?"
When Chaika's hand slowly slid to his waist, Tie Mo's furious voice finally came, "That's enough... You're really not a man, tell me, what do you want?"
"Huh? It seems that this woman is really important to you. That's good, that's good... Now, kneel down for me..."
"What did you say?" Tie Mo's eyes were gloomy, and he tightened his grip on the machete in his hand. With just one movement, Chaika was so frightened that he took a step back.
"Don't you understand what I'm saying? Kneel down, and tell that beast behind you to get away..."
"Hiss... Huh..." Mengmeng opened her mouth, hot air spurted out, and blood dripped from her sharp fangs.
Waving his hand to signal Mengmeng not to move, Tie Mo stuck the knife on the ground and lifted the hem.
Zhang Yan shook her head with tears in her eyes, slightly opened her lips, and wanted to say something, but was stopped by Tie Mo's eyes.
As time passed by, the smile on Chaika's face grew bigger and bigger, and he saw Tie Mo kneeling down little by little.
"Haha, haha... What Green Wolf King... Kneel down in front of me like a sheep... Hahaha... She is very important to you...
..I want to cripple her in front of you..."
"Brothers, kill him. He is now...uh...ah..."
The wild laughter stopped suddenly, and the knife in Chaika's hand fell to the ground. An arrow flew from a distance and accurately nailed his shoulder, causing his heart to tremble with pain.