my causal simulator

Chapter 39

The clansmen's screams and screams woke up the dizzy Lin Shuhang, he picked up the only weapon in the tent, opened the tent and rushed out.

I saw that this tribe, which was originally small, was already in chaos at this time.

The horse thieves should have come from the east. On the easternmost side, many tents were already on fire. Many herdsmen were terrified and running towards this direction, but they were quickly caught by the horsemen on fast horses. The horse thief caught up and raised the knife without hesitation.

There are not many young and strong people in the tribe. Most of the people who were killed were women, children and the elderly. The remaining upper half of the body could still cry and crawl one or two meters on the ground, dragging long bloodstains on the grass, which was horrific.

Lin Shuhang had seen piles of dead people in the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, much more dead than this one.

But compared to the last time, Lin Shuhang was obviously more shocked by the wailing and tragic scenes of the herdsmen who were still smiling in front of him just now.

"Wurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"

Accompanied by the wild laughter, galloping and shouting of horse thieves, it is roughly estimated that there are at least thirty or forty horse thieves.

Humir also followed him and ran out of the tent. She subconsciously pulled Lin Shuhang's arm, and her pretty face had turned pale.

"The jackal of Kanas!" She was obviously terrified of the name shouted by the herdsmen.

Less than [-] miles southeast from the grassland here is the Kanas River Basin, including the Kanas Lake in the south. The surrounding area is rich in water and grass, and it is the natural grassland of many herdsmen.

Herdsmen rely on water for food, and horse thieves obviously do the same, just like lions squat by the river to guard cattle and sheep, and the jackals of Kanas are the most famous and powerful branch among them.

But to be honest, when the tribes in the past encountered horse thieves, the horse thieves would not directly kill people and burn tents.

They also understand the principle of killing chickens and taking eggs, and they can clearly distinguish the difference between a full meal and a long flow of water. Therefore, more often than not, they threaten the herdsmen to turn over their cattle, sheep and reserves, and they will only do it when they encounter strong resistance.

Even if it is the first time to patronize, in order to kill and gain prestige, it is just to slaughter two or three unlucky eggs at random. It is impossible to directly kill like this, otherwise it will arouse the resistance of the herdsmen. In addition to making a long-term business, It is also possible to cause damage to the horse thief himself.

"Stop! Stop!"

The tent of Humi Langtai is not far in front of Lin Shuhang.

The old man's reaction was obviously faster than that of the drunk Lin Shuhang, and he had already rushed out of the tent, holding a wolf's head staff in his hand, which represented the power of the patriarch, and quickly rushed towards the horse thief who was rushing forward. Waving his hands wildly, he shouted eagerly: "Warrior, warrior, noble warrior! We will pay you whatever age you want, it's all negotiable, don't kill anyone!"

The horse thief who rushed to the front came very fast. The fast horse galloped and rushed to the front of Humi Langtai in only three to five seconds, but he didn't have the slightest intention to stop.

Lin Shuhang saw the horse thief's plan at a glance, and while running towards Humi Langtai, he shouted, "Don't go there!"

But after all, it was too far away, and it was still too late.

The fast horse directly slammed into the old man's body, and the strong impact knocked him into the air like a rag bag, flying at least eight or nine meters from the air, and when he fell to the ground, he slid out two or three meters following the inertia. There is no movement or sound.

Humir, who was behind him, covered his mouth in horror, burst into tears, and shouted heartbreakingly, "Grandfather!"

The horse thief was rushing towards the crowd on the other side, but when he heard the girl's cry, he took another look at this side.

Humir was already very beautiful, even in the eyes of Lin Shuhang's modern people, he didn't think he was ugly. Putting it on the grassland more than 2000 years ago, he would be even more beautiful. Dressed up, she looked like a princess in the grassland.

The horse thief's eyes lit up, his eyes sparkled, he laughed and reined in his horse's mane, turned around and rushed towards Humir's position.

The horse is fast, the distance of tens of meters only takes a few seconds, but he has only rushed halfway, but he has already seen a man with a face full of indifference standing silently on his way forward.

This man looked very thin, he didn't even have a beard on his face, he was white and tender like a woman.

Weak guy.

A look of disdain flashed in the horse thief's eyes, and he clamped the horse's belly with both legs, and the horse was faster. He wanted to hit the little boy like he did just now.

Humir showed even more frightened eyes, she was too far away from Lin Mu, let alone running over, it was too late to even scream.

boom!
The fast horse galloped, as if it had collided with Lin Muyuan, everything was only in the blink of an eye, and Humir's desperate screams could only be heard at this time.

But in the next second, what she saw was that the galloping horse was slowing down rapidly, avoiding her and turning in another direction, but there was no one on the horse.

Where is the horse thief?
She widened her eyes, but she saw in front of her, at the 'collision place' between Kuaima and Lin Muyuan just now, the man was grabbing the horse thief, lifting him high with his back, and smashing him hard on the ground with a back fall on the ground.

boom!
To dodge the impact of the steed in such a quick moment, and then attack the man on the horse, this is almost an impossible task for ordinary people, even if the number one warrior of the earth tribe When Jebe came, at most he could only use weapons like spears to pick him off the horse.

unarmed?No one in the Earth tribe could kill a galloping knight!
But Lin Shuhang did it.

Fuxi's innate 64 hexagrams are lost!
Transformed from the lost step of Fuxi's 64 hexagrams, when you walk away, ghosts and ghosts are lost, and afterimages are everywhere, which cannot be recognized by the naked eye. It can hide strong bows and crossbows, and can avoid knives and swords. A horse that sprints in a straight line?

Of course, you have to be bold.

Lin Shuhang turned around almost when the horse was about to bump into him, avoiding to the right with Mi Zongbu's footsteps, and at the same time precisely grabbed the horse thief's left leg hanging on the horse's back with both hands.

Although stirrups appeared in the Qin and Han Dynasties, they were Han cavalry, and they were not perfect.

As for the Huns, they have always galloped on smooth and smooth horsebacks. Not everyone is equipped with a rein, and most of them still rely on grasping the mane to stabilize their figure.

The horse thief didn't have any leverage on the horse's back. Lin Shuhang didn't even need to use too much force. While grabbing his left leg, the horse rushed forward and let him slide off the horse.

An ordinary person would definitely be seriously injured if he fell from a horse while galloping, but this horse thief was surprisingly agile. When he fell, he was frightened and angry, and he was able to slash Lin Shuhang's neck with his backhand knife.

But his body had already lost his balance, he swung his knife in the air, and Lin Shuhang lifted him up like an overlord on a tripod. He had already practiced the back fall two days ago, so he didn't need to think much at all. The horse thief hit the ground hard.

boom!
The horse thief fell completely dizzy, but his physical fitness was extremely strong, and he didn't faint yet. He subconsciously wanted to struggle to get up, but Lin Shuhang picked up the saber that had fallen beside him, and he lifted it cleanly!
But seeing a cold light flashing in the reflection of the fiercely burning bonfire!
Swish!
The horse thief held his own neck in disbelief, with blood overflowing from his fingers, grunted a few times in his throat, and fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)