Imperial Power Of Han Dynasty

boom!

The hammer hit the dog's head hard, and the dog wailed, naturally let go of its mouth, and fell to the ground.

Wuhuan cursed and looked down. There were two rows of teeth marks on his legs, and blood was still pouring out.

"Master!"

At this time, something was wrong in the village. A woman who was cooking at home came out to take a look and almost fainted when she rolled her eyes. I saw his own man lying on the ground, with a heavy arrow stuck behind his back, only through his chest, blood was covered under him, his clothes and the ground were dyed red.

The woman's grief came from it, she couldn't help but stumbled and ran up, hugged her man, put his head in her arms, and cried loudly.

"Master, wake up! How can my dog ​​and I live without you?"

"I made a meal for you at home. Knowing that you are tired these few days, I feel sorry for you, and I went to sell you two ounces of turbid wine. You woke up."

Although the body in his arms is still warm, it is naturally impossible for the farmer to open his eyes when a sharp arrow passes through his chest. All the woman has done is nothing but futile.

"Han women?"

A Wuhuan person said in Wuhuan, and at the same time looked at her with greedy eyes.

The woman heard Wuhuan's voice and stood up vigilantly, her fearful gaze just met the greedy look of Wuhuan.

The Wuhuan smiled, jumped off the horse, and walked slowly towards the woman, throwing his weapon on the ground, unbuttoning his shirt gently, revealing his strong chest.

The woman's face changed drastically, as if she realized what was going to happen, she shook her head in despair, "Don't come over, don't come over!"

Wuhuan showed a lewd smile and stepped forward step by step, untied his belt, grabbed the woman, pushed her to the ground, and pushed her body up.

The woman was crying desperately, screaming, and scratching with her nails, but how could she resist the overwhelmingly strong Wuhuan soldier? The clothes on her body were stripped off one by one by Wuhuan soldiers, revealing smooth skin, and two lines of clear tears flowed from the corners of the woman's eyes.

"what!"

Seeing that Wuhuan was about to succeed, she didn't expect that this woman was extremely fierce, and she opened her mouth and bit Wuhuan's finger. The bite force of the teeth is so powerful, the blood of the bitten Wuhuan soldier is flowing, and he exhales in pain.

"Damn Han slave!"

Whoosh!

A heavy arrow came along with a burst of air, and it hit the woman's head just in time, and a puff of blood splashed on Wuhuan soldier’s face. He finally pulled out his finger from the woman’s two rows of teeth. , Already full of blood and saliva, it hurt him cold and sweaty.

"Huh!" The man who saved him by archery was the Centurion Gai Supu, and he shouted dissatisfiedly: "The dignified Wuhuan warrior was bitten by a Han slave. It is a shame!"

Wu Huanbing lowered his head in shame, then pulled off a piece of fur to cover the wound, and turned on his horse.

Gai Supu said coldly: "Kill me all the Han slaves in the village, and welcome the adults!"

"Yes!"

After experiencing a farce just now, although nearly a hundred Wuhuan soldiers were very hungry for the smooth skin and well-maintained Han women, they did not dare to violate the centurion's order.

A group of Wuhuan soldiers rode around outside the village, and shot an arrow when they saw the Han escape. More Wuhuan people jumped off their horses and walked into the village with a weapon in their hands, searching for the Han people hidden in the village, and killing them with one sword after finding them, without mercy.

After a woman hid in the water urn, Wuhuan soldiers walked over. She concealed her breath in a hurry. Seeing Wuhuan soldiers' footsteps seemed to leave, she just breathed a sigh of relief, but they attracted Wuhuan soldiers' attention.

Wuhuan, who was a big five and three thick, walked over, and the woman couldn't help letting out a sharp cry.

"Die, Hanu!"

Wuhuan Bing gave a yin smile and raised his saber without hesitation.

Kacha, the woman's scream stopped abruptly, a huge wound appeared on her neck, and her head dropped softly.

Cellars, houses...Countless hiding places were opened by Wuhuan soldiers, and then the hidden women and young children were dragged out, and then brutally beheaded. The village that was still smoking the smoke, suddenly there were corpses all over the field, without a trace of anger...

"Are there any Han slaves alive in the village?" Gaisu asked loudly, riding on the horse.

"No more!"

Gai Subu nodded in satisfaction: "Very well, immediately tear down the house and set it on fire, take out all the meals from these Han people's homes, please come over."

Dozens of Wuhuan soldiers had their own division of labor. They collected the bodies of the Han people and threw them into a hill. Then they broke the wooden houses, threw the broken wooden boards on the ground, and threw torches on them. It didn't take long for them to have a mass. The bonfire burned and went straight into the sky.

And the woman waiting at home, who cooked for her husband, was picked up by these Wuhuan soldiers and immediately brought it out to feast on.

After a while, a sound of horses hooves sounded slowly, shaking the ground, but the Wuhuan people in the village didn't care, they knew it was their own soldier.

"How's it going?"

Thousands of cavalry galloped around the building. Wuhuan soldiers separated a road like a wave. The building slowly rode out and asked condescendingly.

"My lord!" Gai Subu rushed over and reported: "All the Han Chinese in this village have been massacred. Please come in and rest."

Forgot to look at the pile of corpses, and Nanlou nodded in satisfaction: "Very well, I will meet Han slaves in the future, craftsmen and women will all be taken away, and men are slaves, you know?"

"Yes!"

Wuhuan people are nomads and lack technical talents, so they are in great need of Han craftsmen, and Han women are far better than Wuhuan women in body and appearance, they naturally like them very much, and Han men can also serve as slaves.

Difficult to get downstairs, have a meal with a group of thousands of commanders and centurions by the campfire, and discuss the route of marching. After waking up the next day, the assembled troops rushed towards the county seat of Ningxian County. Before leaving, they did not forget to burn the village clean by a fire.

The raging fire burned straight into the sky, and the reflected sky seemed to turn red, and it could be seen clearly in a radius of tens of miles.

"Tutorial Zhao, I contacted some old brothers of Baima Yicong a few days ago. They heard that General Zhao wanted to avenge General Baima, and they all agreed to come."

"Well, that's great."

I saw a hundred riders slowly walking on the road, their armors were not neat, revealing the smell of a miscellaneous army. However, although the one in the middle is wearing shabby armor, he can't conceal his dusty temperament: he is eight feet tall, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, red lips and white teeth, and his eyes are like a star. He holds a bright silver gun in his hand, emitting it. Show off a heroic spirit.