The Prodigal Son of the Empire

By the time they reacted, it was already too late!

Seven cavalry regiments.

Already killed them!

"Shh!"

"Shh!"

"Shh!"

The shadow of the knife flickered, blood gushed out, heads fell to the ground, and horses roared together. There was not even a sound of screams and pain, because it was too late.

This is the most primitive killing!

It was also a one-sided massacre!

Upa had just raised his saber.

Dozens of swords stabbed at the same time.

Pierce his lower abdomen, back, chest...

His hands were still raised high, maintaining the previous posture, but he could no longer move.

He turned his head to look at Wang Kang with difficulty, but there were figures in front of him, and he couldn't see them at all.

He is a little regretful!

It seems that all the changes started when he cut off the enemy's head and built a capital with human heads...

He seems to have awakened a killing god!

He is not willing!

But there is no other way.

Also at this moment, someone swung a knife and cut off his head, rolled on the ground, mixed with other people, trampled by horses, disappeared, this is his fate...

The time is quite short.

The battle is over.

Left behind a mess of corpses and mottled blood...

This is really the best paint, the best embellishment, under the bloody sunset, it constitutes the most beautiful picture scroll!

It's just that this picture scroll is full of blood and sadness...

"Chop off their heads and put them on a bullock cart."

Wang Kang calmly gave the order.

This is the last force left behind by the Naiman tribe, and it has been wiped out!

His heart is ancient well without waves!

The war continues.

And this also has enough bargaining chips to force Wu Ji to come back...

He wants to consider the overall situation!

For Unified Grassland, this is just the beginning.

But going is a good start, otherwise, Wang Kang will not start his iron-blooded conquest...

Soldiers sweep the field.

The main thing is the recovery of horses, and nothing else matters.

These barbarians suffered the cruelest punishment. Their heads were all cut off, and they were randomly loaded on a bullock cart like pulling cow dung.

This scene was, of course, cruel.

The smell of blood is extremely strong, the nose is unpleasant, and it is disgusting!

But the people here don't feel the slightest discomfort.

After so many days of conquest, they have seen more cruel and bloody scenes than this, and they have completely adapted to such a battlefield...

With so many heads, seventy or eighty bullock carts were fully loaded, and there were still many empty carts, forming a long queue.

Then Wang Kang's seven-way cavalry formed a large army and set off.

Along the way, the bullock cart full of human heads exuded strong blood, and paraded within the scope of the Naiman tribe...

He wants to warn the people of all tribes that if you don't surrender, you will die!

This place is very close to the core area of ​​the Naiman tribe.

After walking not far, I saw a tribal settlement.

Seeing Wang Kang's army approaching, they fled in a hurry, but when they saw the long line of ox carts, they were stunned for an instant!

terrible!

It's so scary!

Even the fierce prairie barbarians, seeing such a scene, couldn't help but tremble with fear, and everyone stood there dumbfounded!

They saw not only the full ones, but also the empty ones.

Is it necessary to cut off their heads and fill up the remaining bullock carts?

This is the most terrible.

I don't know who was the first to walk forward tremblingly. He knelt down towards Wang Kang's army.

Not ordinary kneeling!

Instead, he prostrated himself on the ground and knelt down!

This kind of performance is surrender!

Surrender from body to heart!

With the first person, there will be the second person, and then there will be the third person, until all the people in this tribe.