my causal simulator

Chapter 42 The Jackal of Kanas

Humir didn't look back.

She regards Kuotai as her elder brother, who gave up his life not for her to take her husband back to die.

She gritted her teeth tightly, hugged Lin Muyuan who was still immobile, and made him lie a little more comfortably: "Children, run away, you know where to go!"

At this time, even Humir could see that these horse thieves did not seem to be aiming at the wealth of the tribe. If they were deliberately exterminated, I really don't know what kind of trouble the tribe has gotten into.

But now that the pursuers were approaching, if they shouted out the name of the mountain ghost tribe, it might bring disaster to the mountain ghost tribe as well.

The children around nodded one after another. They were already frightened by the sudden pursuers before, but Kuotai Zhebe's bravery seemed to give them courage again, allowing them to forcibly calm down at this time.

A dozen or so horses scattered in all directions in an instant, fleeing desperately toward the boundless grassland.

She galloped all the way, and she didn't know how long she ran.

Although Lin Muyuan on horseback still looked seriously injured, after the exhaustion period of his spirit energy and slowly recovering, his spirit began to recover, and his hands and feet could gradually move. However, the injury on his back was a bit too serious. The recovery was not easy, so he could barely get up and sit in front of Humir.

Humil was obviously hit hard by the genocide. Grandpa and Kuotai were both dead, and her husband was seriously injured. He hadn't reached the safe zone yet, and his tendons were still tense.

Lin Shuhang, taking advantage of the fact that his memory is still clear, carefully recalled all the details of the attack at night, all of which are related to his thinking about how to break the situation when he enters the simulator next time.

Neither of them spoke.

But the horseshoes eventually started to slow down.

Although Kuotai deliberately gave them the best horse in the tribe, it took two hours and two people to run wildly, and the horse was about to lose its strength, and white foam began to come out of its mouth.

"Let the horse rest first." Lin Shuhang finally spoke, looking up at the sky, wanting to use the stars to identify the direction and position: "This is already very far away."

Hearing her husband's voice, Humir's tense nerves relaxed slightly, and she was about to cry out, but just when she was about to relax, she saw Lin Muyuan's face looking at the sky was slightly solemn.

She looked up too.

Through the clear moon sky, they could actually see an eagle hovering above them.

The eagle was obviously extremely human, as if seeing the two people discovering it, it let out a long howl.

Chirp~~~
The sound was heard far away in the night.

Not only Lin Shuhang, Humir's face also changed accordingly.

There is no shortage of eagles and peregrine falcons on the grasslands, but both eagles and falcons are active during the day and rest at night. If you can see eagles flying on the grassland in the middle of the night, it is definitely not a normal phenomenon.

This is a well-trained nighthawk, and the two are being followed.

Although there are no enemies around at this time, on such an open grassland, being watched by such a humane nighthawk in the sky, it is really impossible to escape no matter what.

Both of them understood what this meant, and Humir's heart sank, but seeing her husband's still calm face finally made her feel a little more at ease.

Frankly speaking, Lin Muyuan gave her a very different feeling these days.

He has become less gentle and careful than before, but he exudes a kind of self-confidence, a kind of coldness, and a kind of attractiveness that makes Humir unable to explain clearly, which always makes her feel admirable and at ease.

Subconsciously, she hugged her husband's waist tightly, feeling the warmth of her man's back, and her tense heart immediately felt a little more at ease.

Sure enough, in just ten minutes, a large cavalry squad with burning torches had appeared right in front of the two of them.

There were more people than before, at least one or two hundred people, the torches flickered, lighting up a small piece of night, roaring towards them.

Not to mention that the horse had run out of strength a long time ago, even if it hadn't, it was meaningless to run away with such a large group of energetic cavalry and the eagle on its head.

The two reined in the horse.

I could feel Humir's body trembling slightly, but his tone was very calm: "Brother Lin, I don't want to be insulted by them, I am yours, please give me a good time, I, I want to die in the hands of my own man inside!"

Lin Shuhang did not answer.

Although he already knew that the people here were probably not the so-called NPCs, but real people in history, or even people with flesh and blood in another parallel world or a distant time and space.

But after all, for him, this is always just a scene in a simulator.

As long as he dies, he can return to reality to start over soon, and Humir will also be resurrected.

Her so-called insults and consequences, all of which will no longer exist, so it will seem boring to think about the girl at this time.

However, feeling Humir's slightly trembling hands and chest made it impossible for him to completely ignore it.

The horse team in front was already very close, and Lin Shuhang could even see the leading strong man with a gray wolf head cap on his head through their firelight.

It was made from a whole piece of giant gray wolf's skin, and it was perfect and perfect.

There is no trace of a knife or an ax on the perfect wolf skin. This giant wolf king, whose maximum weight can reach a full hundred catties, was strangled to death by that guy. Even the ferocious wolf eyes on the wolf's head were still intact Opened, there seemed to be a light from hell in the dark eye holes.

According to the rumors, none of the warriors who fought against him could survive a stick of incense.

According to the rumors, none of the women who fell into his hands could maintain a complete human form.

On this grassland, there is no one who is not afraid of him, let alone a woman who is not afraid of him. His name can even stop a three-year-old from crying.

He is the jackal, the jackal of Kanas!
The offspring of the Huns and Xianbeis are also the most ferocious horse thieves on this grassland!

Humir's body trembled even more.

Even across her back, Lin Shuhang could feel the fear and despair she felt when she saw the jackal. If it wasn't for his support, she would have completely collapsed now.

The flames of war always make people grow up quickly, whether it is the mass grave that has been witnessed countless times in the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, or the burning and massacre of the clan tonight.

But in just a few days, Lin Shuhang was no longer that fresh graduate who just walked out of school.

"it is good!"

With a cold face, Lin Shuhang pulled out the waist saber straddling the horse, and suddenly pushed away the woman hugging his waist, turned around and raised the saber!
A cold light swept across Humir's neck.

Humir's neck was bleeding, and she fell backwards. Lin Shuhang threw the knife and caught her with his backhand.

Her eyes were still rolling slightly, but Lin Muyuan whispered in her ear: "Don't worry, we will meet again soon."

Humir smiled, she believed in her man, there was no fear in her eyes, but endless peace.

Lin Shuhang turned over and got off the horse, endured the severe pain all over his body, gently put the lifeless Humir on the ground, and then slapped the horse's butt that was grazing grass hard.

The horse ate grass just now, and rested for a short while, recovering a little bit of energy. At this time, the butt hurt, and suddenly ran forward.

Lin Shuhang's eyes were fixed on the horse thief all the time, but he saw that the horse had just left in pain, and the jackal with the wolf head cap calmly took out a big bow from behind.

Bend the bow and set the arrow while galloping, and the movements are smooth and flowing.

Pong!
The powerful crossbow pierced through with a swirling wake visible to the naked eye, as if breaking through the sound barrier, and it only took two or three seconds to cross a distance of several hundred meters, piercing through the galloping horse's head.

The terrifying momentum even shot the horse so that its entire head and body were forcibly tilted during the gallop, and fell sideways on the ground with a bang. traces come.

Although the Xiongnu were good at riding and shooting, ordinary archers generally only had two stone bows, and they could reach the sky after shooting 150 meters, and they were weak in the back.

Even the so-called sharpshooter is only three or four stones. A bow with a force of two hundred catties can shoot a distance of two to three hundred meters. For modern people, it is already an absolute ceiling.

But the arrow just now is so terrifying that it must be at least ten stone bows, 500 catties, to have such terrifying power!

The Romance of the Three Kingdoms dare not write like this, and it is far from being comparable to the two military princes I met in the Mausoleum of the First Emperor. This feels inhuman... Are the ancients really so powerful?
There was no fear on Lin Shuhang's face, but a slight curl appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He just wanted to see if these people would let go of an empty horse, but he didn't expect that there would be unexpected gains.

This is quite useful information, and it is the only purpose for him to be alive now.

He had to know more, all the information he could.

And all this information will be his capital to fight against these people next time!

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