The chaotic leftback cavalry was squeezed by the dense forest of Samor's spears and had to be gathered into a mass. Numerous spears pierced their bodies from all sides, blood stained their armor, and the scimitar was weak. Flying up and down, but unable to cut off the spear that pierced the body, the Samo spearmen around them picked them off the horse, and the Samo infantry swarmed to cut off their heads with the sword in their hands, and blood was sprayed from the headless chest. In the sky, at this moment, the courageous Kugits also experienced the madness of the Wikyas,

Countless Satsuma crossbowmen behaved crazier than the spearmen around them, without fear of the left guard cavalry wielding a scimitar in front of him, with the cover of the infantry around him, the crossbow in his hand steadily shot through the leather armor of the left guard , The strong force of the crossbow arrows shot the left guards off the horse, and many tenacious resistance left guards were submerged by the black torrent

　　 "Rush out! Rush with me..."

Wu Lemu shouted hoarsely, his excellent armor was covered with sword marks, dozens of bright red wounds all over his body, and the blood in the sharp scimitar in his hand flowed around him. The regiment carried out the final resistance, blood sprang between the spear and the warhorse, and the bodies of both sides fell in a circle

A Satsuma who had been staring at him for a long time blocked the crossbowmen under the cover of the infantry around him, taking advantage of the moment when Wu Lemu stopped the horse, pulled the trigger in his hand, and a white line shot through Wu Lemu's throat, The elaborate mail was broken into pieces of iron by a powerful crossbow arrow, bright red blood spattered from his throat and corner of his mouth, Wu Lemu whimpered helplessly, and fell down from the horseback with his eyes wide open. Inviting the ardent Samoer heavy infantry, he politely cut off his head

　　 "Long Wu Lemu Qian Qi is dead!"

　　 saw his Qianqi long died, the left guard cavalry around shouted in panic, the last resistance collapsed before the spear that was constantly oppressed,

　　 "Sir Kazakti! Let me take the army to rescue them, the Warriors of Kugit should not die like this."

The tragic phenomenon of being killed in the same robe in the distance stimulated Li Kuotai who had been covered in blood. Li Kuotai, who had just returned with his army, did not join the main attack sequence. Although he suffered a lot in the left-wing assault, Li Kuotai still took Back more than 2,000 left guard cavalry

　　 "It's useless, try to ride the horse!" Everything has become a foregone conclusion.

　　Leader Zuowei looked at the remnant army of the left guard cavalry surrounded by the Samoan group in the distance, and his face showed sadness, and shook his head weakly,

　　 "The left-back warriors in Vecchia can't fight the defeated fate! From the beginning, we shouldn't choose to fight outside Vyzan Castle. In this cursed land, the prairie **** can't protect his people!"

Kazakti's five skinny fingers clenching the whip were pale due to excessive force. The fifteen thousand elite leftback cavalry had lost most of it, leaving only the last 2,000 people in the final stubborn resistance. The horse corpses and human corpses of the wilderness are piled on top of each other, and the dense Samoans are swarming like ants

　　 "Li Kuotai Brothers, can you promise me a request?"

　　Hasakti’s words made Li Kutai look astonished. In the Kuji people, the name of brother often means life and death, Li Kutai feels a bit bad.

"Promise me, Brother Bruce Thai, and take the rest to the prairie. The 5,000 light cavalry of the Kuyetti Banner Regiment are still in Omr. They are our last seed. The command knife given to me, only it can let the stubborn character Ku also mention you, now I will give it to you, the men of the Zuowei tribe can't all die in Vickia! Our women and children still need human protection !"

　　 "Adult, you..."

　　 "I am the leader of Zuo Wei, Zuo Wei Jun is gone, what other face do I have to return to the tribe, what other face do I have to see, and entrust the whole army to my Highness King Zuo Wei!

　　Hazakti waved his hand to stop Li Kuotai from going on, and calmly took the scimitar from his waist and handed it to Li Kuotai, his voice was deep and serious

　　 "All I can do now is to die like a left guard warrior, fight to death, and then return to the embrace of the prairie god"

"Adult!" Watching Kazakhstan turn to meet the Samoor who swarmed in, Li Gutai's eyes flashed with a splash of water, decisively striking a horse, turned to the **** behind him, and lifted up from Kazakh in his hand. Mentioned the received machete and shouted

　　 "Everyone comes with me! The whole army turns to Omr!"

"again!"

The wind blew past Kazakhstan's face, and the scimitar in his hand crossed the throat of a spearman who wanted to attack behind the plane. Blood splashed his face. He couldn't remember which one it was because of fierce fighting. There have been more than ten blood-red wounds, and his face is pale because of excessive bleeding.

Surrounded by dense Samoan spearmen, the crotch war horse fell to the ground in blood, and under his feet lay the bodies of dozens of Samoan soldiers, if not trying to capture the Kugit commander alive~ lightnovelpub.net~ The nearby spearman has long pierced him into a hedgehog along with the warhorse

　　 "Catch it alive!"

The Samoans around 　　 shouted and slowly gathered the encirclement, everyone saw it, the commander of Kugit was already the end of the crossbow,

Too much blood loss has made Kazakti weakly hallucinated. The shouting of the Samoans is like a whisper in the ear of a child when he was a child. The green grass in front of him makes Kazakhti feel affectionate, July, exactly The most lush season for grass growth

　　 "Great steppe god, let me return to your arms!"

　　Kazakhstan knows that if he bleeds like this, he will soon be unable to fight and become a captive of the Samoor, and the heart of death is burning in the heart of Kazakhstan

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

There was a satisfying smile on the corner of Kazakhstan's mouth, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed a towering spear in front of him, and rushed up against the dense forest of guns across from him. Tisha's body exploded, and Kazakhstan felt that the whole world was spinning, the heavy eyelids were hard to open, the noisy sounds around him suddenly disappeared, and the grass under his head exuded a slight fragrance, warm like the sun in the prairie

　　 Seeing Kazakti fall on the grass, someone immediately withdrew the war knife, ready to cut off this expensive head

　　 "Stop it!"

An officer with a scarred face waved to stop them. Caesar Sauron lowered his head and looked seriously at the deceased Commander Kujit. Kazakti reminded him of fighting on the Lisa River Subordinates, they also met the horseshoes of the Kugits unyieldingly, and then collapsed in helplessness and despair.

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