Realm of Power

The chaotic left-guard cavalry were squeezed by the dense forest of Samor spears and had to gather into a ball. Countless spears pierced their bodies from all directions, and their armor was dyed red with blood. The scimitars were weak. Flying up and down, but unable to cut off the thorns piercing the body Spears, the surrounding Samoer spearmen worked together to lift them off their horses. The Samoer infantry swarmed up and cut off their heads with the sword in their hands. Blood sprayed from the headless chests into the sky. At this moment, the brave Kugit people I also experienced the madness of the Wikians,

Countless Satsuma crossbowmen performed crazier than the spearmen around them. They did not care about the left guard cavalry wielding scimitars in front of them. With the help of the cover of the infantry around them, the crossbows in their hands stably shot through the left guard cavalry's leather armor. , the powerful impact of the crossbow shot the left guard cavalry off their horses, and many left guard cavalry who resisted tenaciously were drowned by the black torrent.

"Rush out! Follow me and rush..."

Wu Lemu shouted hoarsely. His fine armor was covered with knife marks. Dozens of bright red wounds covered his body. The sharp scimitar in his hand was flowing with blood. Around him, the left guard cavalry gathered together. The regiment put up a final resistance, blood spurted among the spears and horses, and the corpses of both sides fell in a circle around them.

A Samoer blocking crossbowman who had been staring at him for a long time took advantage of the cover of the surrounding infantry and took advantage of the moment when Ulemu stopped his horse. He pulled the trigger in his hand, and a white line shot through Ulemu's throat. Excellent mail armor was destroyed by powerful crossbow arrows It was broken into pieces of iron, and bright red blood spattered from his throat and the corners of his mouth. Wu Lemu whimpered helplessly, and fell from the horse with his eyes wide open. A nearby Satsuma heavy infantryman who was eager to take advantage of him was , chop off his head without ceremony.

"Chief Ulemu Qianqi is dead!"

Seeing the death of their thousand cavalry commander, the surrounding left guard cavalry shouted in panic. The last resistance collapsed in front of the constantly oppressing spears.

"Lord Hasakti! Let me lead the army to rescue them. The Kugit warriors should not die like this."

The tragic scene of the massacre of his comrades in the distance stimulated Li Kuotai, who was already covered in blood. Li Kuotai, who had just returned with his army, did not join the main attack sequence. Although he suffered heavy losses in the left wing assault, Li Kuotai still led the army. More than 2,000 left guard cavalry came back

"It's useless, Commander Li Kuo Tai Qian! Everything is a foregone conclusion.

The commander-in-chief of the Left Guard looked at the remnants of the Left Guard cavalry who were surrounded by the Samoyors in the distance, with a sad look on his face, and weakly shook his head.

"The left-back warriors who roam across Wikiya can't resist the fate of defeat! From the beginning, we should not have chosen to fight outside Vezan Castle. In this cursed land, the grassland god cannot protect his people!"

The five skinny fingers of Hasakti's grip on the riding crop looked pale due to excessive exertion. Most of the 15,000 elite left guard cavalry have been lost, and only the last 2,000 people are left to carry out the final resistance. Horse corpses and human corpses were piled up in the wilderness, and the densely packed Samoer people swarmed in like ants.

"Brother Li Kuotai, can you agree to my request?"

Hasakti's words made Likutai look stunned. Among the Kugit people, calling them brothers often meant relying on each other for life and death. Likutai felt something was wrong.

"Promise me, Brother Likuotai, to bring the remaining people back to the prairie. The 5,000 light cavalry of the Kuyati Banner Regiment are still in Omul. They are our last seeds. This is the responsibility of His Royal Highness the Zuowei King. The sword of command given to me is the only one that can make the stubborn Ku Yeti follow you. Now I give it to you. All the men of the Zuowei tribe cannot die in Wikiya! Our women and children still need someone to protect them! !”

"Sir, you..."

"I am the leader of the Zuowei Army. If the Zuowei Army is gone, how can I have the dignity to return to the tribe? How can I have the dignity to meet His Highness the Zuowei King who entrusted the entire army to me!

Hasakti waved his hand to stop Likutai from continuing. He calmly took the scimitar from his waist and handed it to Likutai in a low and serious voice.

"What I can do now is to die like a left-back warrior, fight to the death, and then return to the embrace of the grassland god."

"Sir!" Seeing Hasakti turn around to face the swarming Samours, Likotai's eyes flashed with water. He reined in his horse decisively, turned to the slope behind him, and raised his hands high from Kazakhstan. He picked up the scimitar and shouted

"Everyone, follow me! Turn to Omer!"

"Another one!"

The wind blew across Hasakti's face, and the scimitar in his hand slit the throat of a spearman who wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to sneak attack from behind. Blood splashed all over his face. He no longer remembers which number it was. His body was covered with wounds from the fierce battle. There were already more than ten bloody wounds left, and his face looked pale due to excessive bleeding.

Surrounded by a dense crowd of Samor spearmen, the horse fell to the ground dripping with blood. Under his feet lay the corpses of more than a dozen Samor soldiers. If he hadn't wanted to capture the Kugit commander alive, The spearmen nearby had already stabbed him and his horse into a hedgehog.

"Catch them alive!"

The surrounding Samor people were shouting and slowly closing the circle. Everyone could see that the Kugit commander was at the end of his strength.

Excessive blood loss has caused Hasakti to have hallucinations of weakness. The shouts of the Samoers are like the whispers of his elders in his ears when he was a child. The green grass in front of him makes Hasakti feel emotional. July is the month. The season when grass grows most lushly

"Great grassland god, let me return to your arms!"

Hasakti knew that if he continued to bleed like this, he would soon be unable to fight and become a prisoner of the Samoris. The determination to die burned in Hasakti's heart

"The grass watered with human blood will surely grow tall and green next year!"

Hasakti smiled with satisfaction, and suddenly reached out to grab a towering spear in front of him, and rushed towards the dense forest of spears on the opposite side. Several spears pierced Hasakti's body, and blood burst out of Hasakti's body. Hasakti felt that the whole world was spinning, his eyelids were heavy and difficult to open, and the noisy sounds around him suddenly disappeared. Lost, the grass under his head exudes a faint fragrance, warm like the sun on the prairie

Seeing Hasakti fall on the grass, someone immediately drew out a sword, ready to cut off this expensive head

"Stop!"

An officer with a scar on his face waved to stop them. Caesar Sauron lowered his head and looked at the dead Kugit commander with a serious face. Hasakti reminded him of his subordinates who fought to the death on the Lisa River Beach. They also met the Kugit horses in this unyielding way, and then collapsed in helplessness and despair

"He is a warrior! Bury him under this grass!"