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Heilu's reaction was really unexpected. The Korean soldier slapped him on the left side of his face. This guy actually turned his right cheek and asked for another slap. While the Goryeo soldiers were beating people, his sister was snatched back by the tribesmen. Then it was quickly submerged in the turbulent flow of people, and it would be difficult to find it.
I¡¯ll wipe it! Is this the legendary non-violent non-cooperation? This guy can't be the son of Gandhi!
No matter what, the purpose of saving people was achieved. Heilu's sister was protected in the middle by a large crowd, and the outermost part was composed of some old men and elderly women. Their arms were wrapped around each other like chains. Yunhao had to tell himself in his heart that this was not a game of eagle and chicken, but a real scene.
The Khitan people, a nation that has been enslaved for thousands of years, use this most primitive way to protect their descendants. Being a parent is no different than being an old hen protecting her chickens!
The happiest people in the tribe are the boys with dirty faces, who shuttle around the crowd wantonly. Even if he accidentally bumped into a Korean soldier, it was just a kick or a slap. Some of the little guys were so dirty that even the Goryeo soldiers couldn't bear to touch them.
Seeing that no one could be caught, the Koreans had no choice. The great elder of the Khitan people gave a gift to the general, which meant that the general Gao Huizhen would protect them. The protection referred to here is to prevent his subordinates from killing people at will, and robbery is not among them. This can be regarded as a mysterious tacit understanding. Just grab some things. As long as no one kills, everything is easy to discuss.
The Goryeo soldiers were very angry. This was a nice Khitan girl. After playing with it, you can get a good price by selling it to a brothel in Anshi City. Now, he has been destroyed by this guy who looks like a black iron tower.
Because I was angry, I acted in a very dark way. He punched Heilu on the nose, causing Heilu's nose to bleed. Then there was a kick on the vaginal foot, which made Black Deer look like a cooked prawn. Yunhao hid in Lele's car and gasped at the sight. Why doesn't a man who is as strong as a chimpanzee not fight back when he is beaten?
He Zhe¡¯s face was so gloomy that water dripped from his face. The punch didn¡¯t feel like it had hit Heilu¡¯s face, but rather like it had hit him. As the leader of the Khitan tribe, he actually allowed his own tribe to suffer such humiliation. The fists were clenched tightly, and the joints were bloodless.
The great elder pulled He Zhe¡¯s sleeve. He had seen scenes more ugly than this. This land belongs to the Koryo people because they are powerful. If the Khitan people want to survive, they can only rely on tolerance. Although this will bring humiliation, surviving so that the race can reproduce is the greatest mission.
For thousands of years, this land has been changing its owners. Who knows how many years the Koreans will be able to run rampant.
The Khitan clan has been poor for generations, and their lives are precarious. Everyone is trying their best to survive and have children while they can still move around. In the wild Liaodong, there is no way to continue the race without working hard.
Competing with God, contending with wild beasts, and contending with disease, the life course of every Khitan person is actually a history of struggle. If you are not born due to umbilical cord wind, you have passed a test. When winter comes, you will not die. Being frozen to death is another test. There is no food in the spring, and enduring hunger through the spring is also a test. A man who lives to be twenty years old will have to fight against the world for twenty years.
Everyone is the hope for the future of the Khitan clan. Once the blade passes, hope is missing. Only by living can there be hope.
The black deer had been beaten until he vomited blood, and bright red blood flowed down the corners of his mouth. But he still didn't fight back, even though his eyes were burning with fire. Bo Yu raised his fist several times, but lowered it amidst the stern scolding of the great elder. For this reason, he was punched a few more times.
The Goryeo soldiers had a great time beating them. Being able to beat such a strong man would give them some bragging rights when they go back. The fists hit harder, faster, and more poisonously! Heilu's eyebrow arch was opened, and now blood was not only flowing from the corners of his mouth, but also flowing down his cheeks.
Just as he was having a good time, his partner behind him suddenly screamed. Instinctively, he turned his head and faced the sound of wind. A waxwood stick hit the Goryeo soldier on the forehead, and blood gushed out in an instant.
"Fuck you bastard!" Gouzi roared loudly. The black deer is his friend, and anyone who can offer him food is his friend. When his friend was beaten and refused to fight back, Gouzi thought he should stand up for him.
When I was in Korea, I was often bullied by Korean children. Until one day, Gouzi chopped down a Korean child with a hatchet. Staring with blood-red eyes, he told them that he would kill anyone who bullied him again. Although my father's legs were broken by the Koreans that time, the Korean children never dared to bully him since then.
Bullying the weak and fearing the penetration of the strongThe Khitan people rushed over, and the sounds of long knives slicing through the skin were heard one after another. The Koreans relied on unity and cooperation, while the Khitans relied on the most primitive barbarism.
The black deer looked like a crazy bear carrying a huge mace in his hand. When you see a Korean, hit him hard, and then there will be blood, brains or screams. Yunhao rubbed his eyes. Who was the person who didn't fight back when he was beaten just now?
The sharp spikes were covered with shreds of meat, and the ferocious face was covered with blood. There was a layer of sticky white stuff on the leather robe on his chest. Yunhao felt a spasm in his stomach just by looking at it.
"It's over! It's over!" The great elder knelt on the ground, holding his head in his hands and groaning in pain. The Khitan people will no longer be able to live in this land, and where will the eight Khitan tribes go from here? How are these elders going to face their ancestors in heaven!
The great elder did not suffer for long before an arrow accurately penetrated his head. In the turbulent flow of people, the great elder fell to the ground. No one cared about his life or death, almost everyone was running like crazy. Either run away or chase.
As an excellent general, Gao Huizhen made a quick judgment. Run away!
People can't compete with wild beasts, those Khitan people are crazy. If the stick is cut off, use your hands; if your hand is cut off, use your teeth. No matter how tough the Goryeo soldiers were, they could only cut down one person, and then they would be surrounded by Khitan people like wolves. Gao Huizhen felt his scalp explode after being torn into pieces with his hands. He has not yet adapted to the rapid transformation from sheep to hungry wolf.
The general fled, and the Goryeo soldiers immediately dispersed. It's a pity that many of them got off their war horses just now in order to rob the Khitans. Now they want to find their own war horses, but the Khitans will not give them time. What's more, the Khitans also have horses. Already, the Khitans, who were red-eyed with blood, mounted their horses and chased the fleeing Goryeo soldiers.
Smelling the soaring smell of blood, Yunhao's heart kept sinking. After driving away a Tibetan mastiff, a group of guys more ferocious than jackals came. It can be seen from the bloody battle just now that the Khitans are good at fighting. As long as the bloody spirit in their hearts is awakened, they will become the bravest warriors. The Khitan that annexed the sixteen states of Yanyun in history is back again, and the wheel of history is heading towards its original track with strong inertia.
Yunhao was about to cry but had no tears. The one who awakened their bloody nature turned out to be himself.
A fierce battle is like hail in summer, intense but short-lived. From the peaceful offering of gifts to bloody corpses everywhere, it only took two sticks of incense.
There were broken corpses everywhere on the ground, and the Koreans died particularly miserably. Many Korean people were torn apart alive, with pieces scattered everywhere.
After seeing the battlefield, Yunhao was sure of one thing. That was the sudden battle, and there was no prisoner of war. Either a dead person or a mutilated dead person. The Khitans had no habit of showing mercy or treating prisoners of war preferentially.
He Zhe was holding a bloody machete in his hand, breathing heavily. In the distance, there were Khitan people on horseback, chasing and killing the defeated Koryo people. Heilu and his men were clearing out the recalcitrant Goryeo soldiers. Wherever the mace passes, there is no one who can unite. The remaining Khitan people were like jackals looking for what they needed in the pile of corpses.
Gao Huizhen ran away and ran back to Anshi City from a distance. Almost everyone knew that the 30,000 troops stationed in Anshi City would come over like a mountain and tear everything here apart.
"What should we do?" Helan muttered to himself as he looked at the extremely tragic battlefield. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com