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Chapter 674 The Mysterious Old Man

Unfortunately, the demon is now completely invisible, as the horse's hooves have already swallowed it up.

However, the demon spirit would not be willing to be trampled to death here for the sake of his plan.

Before he fell down, he used chains and copper claws to pull up several corpses, covered himself with them, and then lay on the ground pretending to be the corpses.

Of course, in Wei'er's opinion, the demon spirit had already died under the hooves of Ma Rong and others.

"Mo Lin..."

Wei'er's knees weakened and she fell to the ground.

"Why, why, why are you leaving me too."

"Besides Xiaotao, you are the only one left by my side."

Wei'er's tears have burst out.

There was a moment when she didn't want to live anymore.

She wants to go to hell with this man!

"No, Wei'er."

At the critical moment, Xiaotao's crying sounded behind her.

"You're all I have left."

Wei'er's tears flowed more and more.

Now, it seems that they only have each other.

"Let's go, let's go."

Wei'er coughed and cried as she supported Xiaotao, who was about to be exhausted, and the two of them walked slowly forward in the firelight.

Less than half a cup of tea later, they saw Xiao Tuo's army slaughtering them.

The warriors rushed towards the Zhou army like moths to a flame, and then fell to the ground.

"Go, go."

Wei'er supported Xiaotao and went around to the side, finding a position with few armored soldiers. While the warriors of the Shufeng tribe were charging forward, she pressed Xiaotao under her and pressed on top herself.

The two men pretended to be dead bodies, closed their eyes, and dared not make any sound.

The armored soldiers who were marching forward did not deliberately lower their heads to look around. The battlefield tonight was not peaceful to begin with, so it was normal to see dead bodies.

Even if someone pretends to be a corpse and wants to escape, when they come back to finish them off later, the person pretending to be a corpse will still not be able to escape.

Even so, Wei'er was still trampled dozens of times by the armored soldiers and was almost trampled to death.

After the armored soldiers stepped past, it was half a while before Wei'er raised her head, turned around and looked again, and found that the armored soldiers were still advancing inside, so she quickly pulled Xiao Tao and fled away.

This night was destined to be a sleepless night on the run.

Xiaotao and Wei'er ran on foot to the military camp dozens of miles away.

Just after they entered the military camp, the evil spirit that had been following them all the way hugged Ma Rong's waist, making her dizzy.

But he still did not forget the mission of this trip, and said to the messenger behind him:

"Quick, go and tell General Wang that the Black King has arrived at the military camp. This fool who doesn't know how to manage a large tent, is self-righteous, stubborn, and doesn't listen to good advice will definitely drag down the three armies."

"Before noon, we can decide the outcome of the battle!"

The messenger looked at Mo Ling with admiration, turned his horse around and headed towards Wang Xiaojie's military camp.

In the Shuofeng tribe, Wu Yanhao rode his horse forward, with Qiao Tai standing beside him, ready for battle.

Qiao Tai was originally an expert in bare-handed combat, but fearing that he could not kill people as quickly with a knife as with his bare hands, he simply took a sharp knife and followed Wu Yanhao all the time.

After a night of bloody fighting involving five thousand armored soldiers, all the remaining men in the Shuofeng tribe had become dead.

Most of the old men, women and children died in last night's massacre. The only hundreds of people left were now tied together. The armored soldiers with weapons in hand were waiting for Wu Yanhao's order to kill the prisoners, and then they would kill all of them.

Wu Yanhao stopped not far from the prisoners of war, dismounted, and walked towards the prisoners with a whip in his hand.

Although these prisoners of war from the Shufeng tribe had been captured, they all looked down on others and didn't even look at them.

It would be fine if it was just the old people who were like this, but women and children were also like this, which made Wu Yanhao's perception of them worse and worse.

"Anyone who can speak the words of the Great Zhou, please stand up."

Wu Yanhao glanced at the crowd with a cold look and an unfriendly expression.

"Mihashimu private wasa."

A woman in her late thirties held her neck high, her eyes blazing with anger.

Although Wu Yanhao didn't understand what was said, he could guess that the woman must be scolding him.

Otherwise, this little look wouldn't be so fierce as if he wanted to kill his father, the King of Wei.

He raised his whip and whipped the woman.

The woman staggered and almost fell to the ground.

The old men and women of the Shuofeng tribe saw this scene and wished they could skin Wu Yanhao alive. They struggled forward one by one, glaring at Wu Yanhao angrily.

"If you can't speak the language of the Great Zhou, why are you butting in?"

Wu Yanhao spoke coldly and whipped the old man next to him on the head again.

The old man, who was in his sixties or seventies, screamed in agony from the whip.

"You looked like a tough guy, but how come you showed your true colors when I whipped you?"

"You must know that when Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty used a horse whip to punish the prince, the prince was able to not cry out despite the pain. But you can't do that. You deserve to be beaten!"

Wu Yanhao is ruthless with his hands and his words.

He actually compared the old man to his son.

A figure squeezed out from among the crowd of captives.

It was an old man. He stood in front of the old man who was being beaten, sighed, and said:

"Sir, please forgive others when you can."

When Wu Yanhao saw someone who could speak the language of the Great Zhou, he couldn't help but sneer.

"Why didn't you come out just now?"

"If I don't beat you troublemakers, do you think I'm easy to bully?"

"If I were not blind and could not see the corpses all over the ground, I would bet that you unruly people would never dare to be so presumptuous, right?"

"I'm asking you, are you blind?"

The old man sighed and lowered his head helplessly.

"I am willing to lose my eyesight and become a blind man to make amends to you for their powerlessness."

"I only ask that you, sir, forgive their sins."

How could Wu Yanhao possibly win? He looked at the old man with his hands behind his back and tilted his head and said:

"You do not deserve!"

"I originally had a few unimportant questions I wanted to ask, but now that I see that you guys have the lowest status in the tribe, I won't ask any more."

"Come here, kill them all."

"Leave no one behind."

The old man's beard trembled for a moment, and finally he accepted his fate.

He wanted to plead for these women and children, but he couldn't do it.

He couldn't say with a smug face that these women and children were innocent. He knew that the Shuofeng Tribe and the Black Society were planning to overthrow Liangzhou.

The reason why misfortune does not reach your family is that you do not benefit your family. If you have taken benefits, you should be decent and leave gracefully when it is time to die.

What's more, Wu Yanhao's name is already notorious in the Western Regions. He has destroyed nine tribes, and they are only the tenth.

Next, there are seven tribes waiting for Wu Yanhao.

"Sir, killing too many prisoners is against the harmony of nature."

The old man looked at Wu Yanhao deeply and persuaded him tactfully.

Wu Yanhao didn't care much: "Hurt Tianhe? Then will it hurt Yanhao?"