The group pet villain is three years old

Chapter 510 Cut the grass without eradicating the roots, the spring breeze blows again

On the endless prairie, there are no flocks of cattle and sheep.

The galloping and trampling war horses raised their cavalry, the flowers and plants were trampled into broken leaves, dust and smoke were everywhere, and there was a strong smell of gunpowder smoke everywhere.

The leader is tall and burly, with a beard all over his face, riding a horse, strolling leisurely on the grassland.

Under the horse's hoof, there are countless stumps and broken arms.

The horses dragged a group of tied men and horses. Their clothes were ragged, bloodstained, and all of them were seriously injured.

Looking up at their hometown, the people being towed only feel top-heavy and dizzy. They don't know if they can see the sun tomorrow.

The lord of the Western Regions, Hatamu, looked back at the captives with contempt, and laughed triumphantly and wildly.

He has coveted the land of nomads for a long, long time.

The grassland is so big that you can't see the edge at a glance, and there is no place to hide at all.

After half a month of desperate persistence, they were still defeated.

The nomads died or were wounded, and only the few thousand people left became captives.

Among the captives was a pregnant woman with a big belly, possibly twins.

The man next to her was covered in knife wounds, which were to protect his wife and the traces left by the nation, but it still couldn't conceal his handsomeness and arrogance in his bones.

A man is a legend on this grassland. He is a newcomer, not recognized by the nation, and made things difficult everywhere. Now he marries a good wife and becomes the belief of the nomads.

The woman suddenly screamed, "Husband, I may be about to give birth, my stomach hurts."

Among the group, the most injured person was the man.

He struggled to hold on to the rope that was dragging them, pulled the horse to a halt, and looked at Hatamu, the lord of the Western Regions, almost begging, "My wife is about to have a baby, can the lord stop the trip?"

His voice was very soft. He knew that Hatamu was irritable and dared not speak loudly.

"what…………"

The woman was in pain, and her stomach was hurting intermittently, as if it was about to explode.

The amniotic fluid under her body also broke, and she was really about to give birth.

"Husband." The woman tightly grasped the man's hand, because of the pain, the nails got stuck in the man's arm.

"Aya, hold on, nothing will happen."

The person who sent the letter must have arrived in Tianyin, he will help him, he probably will, the man has no confidence, because the person in his memory, he is too indifferent.

The one who was more indifferent than that person was Hatamu.

Hatamu looked at the man and his wife who was about to give birth unkindly with rough eyes, and smiled sinisterly and bloodthirsty.

"I captured prisoners to go back to be slaves, to do hard work, not as offerings to ancestors. Since I can't do it, it's useless to keep you."

Hatamu waved his hand, and his men dragged their swords and approached the man step by step.

Aya's tears were like broken pearls, she stroked her stomach, sat on the ground, and backed away little by little, "Don't, don't hurt my child."

"Kill them, cut the grass without removing the roots, and the spring breeze will regenerate."

Hatamu's eyes were not friendly, he had heard about this Ah Yin, he was very powerful and brave, the courage of a nomad.

If it weren't for him, he would have conquered this small tribe ten days ago.

"Don't move."

Seeing the people approaching with knives, the captured nomads resisted one after another, glaring at Hatamu viciously.

Hatamu destroyed their homes, burned their houses, robbed their women, and now even the childbirth is not spared.

"If you want us to submit to you, this child must be born safely today."

"Birth in peace."

"Birth in peace."

(End of this chapter)