Daqian deposed the crown prince, and the emperor begged him to stop rebelling

Chapter 33: Two-legged sheep, prepare to die!
Mandulatu waved his saber excitedly and kept shouting:

"Dad, these two-legged sheep are all mine!"

He claimed to be the bravest warrior of the Wujin tribe. After breaking into the Great Wall, he killed hundreds of people from the Qian Kingdom.

In his eyes, these two-legged sheep of Qian Country are nothing but weak and vulnerable people, as stupid as cattle and sheep!

Faced with the barbarian cavalry and sabers, they would only flee in panic or hide, and few dared to resist.

Even if there were resistance, their military strength was basically no match for the barbarian cavalry!
So, when he saw the Qian people on the slope, he immediately shouted loudly to his father behind him, hoping that he could lead the strongest warriors of the seven tribes to kill these Qian people.

Only in this way can he show his reputation as the strongest warrior of the Wujin tribe!

The leader of the Wujin tribe, Mandubu, immediately understood his son's intention. He glanced at the shadowy heads on the slope, then smiled and waved his hand to stop his warriors from attacking.

"They are just a dozen two-legged sheep. Just let Mandulatu and the others take care of them!"

"Yes!"

The warriors understood the chief's intention and immediately stopped climbing the hill. They spread out their formation and surrounded the hill, intending to create a hunting ground for Mandulatu, the son of the chief, to hunt at will!

Mandulatu then dismounted with seven Wujin tribe soldiers and quickly climbed up the hill.

The other Wujin barbarians held bows and arrows, their eyes fixed on Li Mu and others on the top of the hill.

"They are coming! They..."

When a prisoner soldier saw that Mandulatu and others had reached the mountainside in a blink of an eye, his face suddenly turned pale and he exclaimed in a trembling voice.

Like him, some other prisoners were trembling with fear when they saw the barbarians attacking them.

The barbarian soldiers are physically strong, and even if they are not familiar with martial arts, they can fight against the eighth-grade warriors of the Qian Kingdom in single combat.

When these criminals face the barbarians, it often takes three or four people to defeat them!
In the battle outside Tiangu Pass, the barbarian soldiers suffered less than a thousand casualties, but the invading soldiers left behind tens of thousands of corpses!

This shows how powerful the elite barbarian soldiers are!
There is a legend in Qian State that one barbarian soldier can defeat ten ordinary soldiers of Qian State.

There is even a saying that if there are less than 10,000 barbarian soldiers, they will be invincible if there are more than 10,000!
Therefore, the Qian Kingdom built the Great Wall, created the three major passes of Tiangu, Tianque and Tianyu, and garrisoned them with a large number of soldiers just to prevent the invasion of barbarians.

For thousands of years, few Qian people have been able to penetrate deep into the northern desert!
At this time, these criminal soldiers saw Mandulatu and seven barbarian warriors climbing up the hill, and they were immediately frightened and turned pale.

Li Mu saw all of this, but couldn't help but sneer:

"The barbarians say that we Daqian people are two-legged sheep. Do you really want to be the cattle and sheep that they slaughter at will?"

Upon hearing his words, Wang Bing and others all froze in expression.

Who is willing to be a fish on the chopping board?

But as they became death row prisoners, all their loyalty and bravery had been worn out in Tiangu City, and they could only accept their fate of becoming cannon fodder and mud!

"Damn it, just die. I'm going to take someone with me before I die!"

A prisoner soldier mustered up his courage, yelled, picked up a stone beside him and threw it at Mandulatu below.

When Mandulatu heard the sound of wind above his head, he subconsciously dodged the huge rock that was heading straight for his head with the agility of a leopard, and then raised his hand and shot an arrow.

Whoosh!
There was a loud sound of breaking wind!

The wolf-tooth arrow shot directly into the throat of the soldier who threw the stone. The arrow head pierced through the neck, and a stream of blood flew several meters behind the head!
The prisoner's body swayed, and he fell headfirst down the hill, rolling to the foot of the hill like a rag bag.

When the barbarians guarding the foot of the mountain saw Mantulatu kill a Qian man with one arrow, they all cheered excitedly:

"Good archery!"

"You are worthy of being the strongest warrior of our Wujin tribe!"

Several barbarian soldiers surrounded the body of the prisoner who had fallen down the mountain and started hacking at him with their swords.

In an instant, a corpse was chopped beyond recognition. Wang Bing and others on the mountain saw this scene and immediately shrank their heads back in fear.

Several prisoners said in trembling voices:
"Surrender, we are no match for you!"

"Damn it, we are just cannon fodder, there is no need to risk our lives for those big shots!"

Hearing their words, Li Mu couldn't help but show a hint of sarcasm in his eyes:
"Do you think you can survive by surrendering?"

Wang Bing and others were stunned.

Yes!

Can you survive by surrendering?
Everyone knows that in the eyes of the barbarians, the Qian people are nothing but two-legged sheep!
After the Qian people were captured alive, they would be driven to the camp, and if they were a little slow, they would be killed.

After arriving at the camp, the women would become playthings of the barbarians, and they might even encounter dozens of barbarians in one night...

Men were reduced to hard labor during the day, forced to work with sabers and whips, and received almost no food every day. Any resistance would be met with whips and sabers.

Countless people were beaten to death or starved to death!

Only a few can survive.

What's worse, if the barbarians were in a good mood, they would put the Qian people on the fire and roast them, calling it "roasting Qian sheep"!
The meat is roasted and cut with a knife, and eaten with mare's milk and drunk to one's heart's content.

If the Tianguguan Death Row Camp is hell, then the Barbarian Soldier Camp is a purgatory that is even more cruel than hell for these prisoners!
"We can't fight back, and we can't escape either. Are we just going to die here?"

Qu Chu looked at the barbarian soldiers approaching from below, muttering with lifeless eyes.

As he spoke, tears began to drip from his eyes.

When Shen Pingan heard his words, his expression became gloomy.

To them, this hill of earth has become a place of death!

Surrounded by barbarians below, there is no hope for survival!
At this time, Li Mu slowly stood up:
"Barbarians are also human beings, not invulnerable monsters!"

"We are all men with two shoulders and one head, don't let others look down on you!"

At this point, he smiled at Qu Chu, Wang Bing and others:
"Let me show you how I kill the barbarians!"

As he spoke, he gently drew out the iron knife from his waist and stared at the barbarian who had climbed to within ten feet of him.

Wang Bing and others looked at the deposed prince of Daqian in surprise.

Li Mu stood tall, holding an ordinary iron knife in his right hand.

The sharp mountain wind made his clothes flutter.
But his whole body was like an unyielding battle flag, standing on the top of the earthen hill!

Beneath the two sword-like eyebrows, the starry eyes are full of resoluteness!

This deposed prince actually wants to fight the barbarians head-on?

He had to fight against seven barbarians by himself!
he……

Is it really possible?
"Two-legged sheep, prepare to die!"

A barbarian warrior saw Li Mu stand up, laughed loudly, raised his saber and rushed towards him.

At a distance of more than ten feet, there is no need to draw the bow and shoot arrows.

In the eyes of the barbarian warriors, this handsome young man from Qian country, although he had a slender figure and an iron knife in his hand, was just a two-legged sheep.

As he spoke, the barbarian warrior leaped in front of Li Mu, and the saber in his hand turned into a white light and went straight to Li Mu's neck!

The knife light instantly illuminated the eyes of many people!
chap!
A crisp sound!
However, it was not Li Mu's head that was cut off, but the barbarian warrior's own!
A fountain of blood shot up into the sky, flying nearly ten feet!
Behind him, the warrior's head rolled down the hillside like a ripe watermelon!

(End of this chapter)