"They're still just kids!"
Zhao Muyun had heard this many times in his previous life.
In the exotic jungles outside the southwestern border of Daxia, those teenagers armed with AKs and machetes killed people more ferociously than adults.
These twelve young Tartars, like twelve wolf cubs, have already bared their sharp fangs.
If they hadn't met Zhao Muyun and the others, anyone else would have died from their arrows and become a show-off to the adults.
"Old Tang, these two boys are so tall! They should be taller than the wheels of the carriage!"
Tang Yanhai smiled coldly and gestured to the two young Tartars: "Boss Zhao, what a coincidence! They are just taller than the wheels!"
"Little Stone, you haven't seen blood yet. I'll leave these two men to you. Kill them for me!" Zhao Muyun had a cold expression on his face.
Among his nine men, Tang Yanhai had killed the Tartars and had also killed the Bai family's bodyguards together with Zhao Muyun.
Wang Tiezhu and Xiaowu also had blood on their hands, having killed people.
Han Zhong and five others had just shot and killed several young Tartars with bows and arrows.
At the Yanqingdun Beacon Tower Fort, only Shi Yong, who had the biggest appetite, had no lives spared.
Zhao Muyun must let him practice his courage.
If he could kill these two unarmed young Tartars, he would be truly integrated into the collective.
In front of him were two young men, now without weapons.
To kill them now requires stronger mental qualities than killing them on the battlefield just now.
"Okay! Zhao Tou, leave it to me!"
Zhao Muyun thought Shi Yong would hesitate for a while, but he pulled over a crying young Tartar without hesitation.
The young Tartar was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, turning into a puddle of mud, his crotch already wet.
He let Shi Yong drag him away with an expressionless face.
The other young Tartar was so frightened that he was trembling on the spot. The ruthlessness he had shown while riding a horse and shooting and killing people just now was gone.
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More than thirty women and girls suddenly burst into screams.
They were driven out of the tent by Han Zhong and others and gathered on the lawn.
No one knows which of their brothers or children these ten dead Tartar boys were.
Now, the only ones who can protect them are two elderly Tartars.
But how could these two old Tartars be a match for the seven or eight young and strong men in front of them, with cold eyes and murderous aura?
"We'll give you all the horses, please let us go!"
At this moment, the Tatar chief realized what kind of ruthless person they had encountered!
Twenty-one young men of the tribe went to invade Dayin, while their wives, sons and daughters stayed behind, but were slaughtered by the people from Dayin.
When they came back, the patriarch didn't know how to explain to them.
"If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have done it in the first place!" Zhao Muyun shook his head. "It's too late now. Your tribe can no longer survive!"
"If we kill you, your horses will be ours!"
The Tartar leader roared, "Who are you?"
Zhao Muyun said slowly, "We are just like those three men whose heads you chopped off and whose leg bones you took out to make ornaments. We are all soldiers of Dayin! So, you can go on your journey with peace of mind!"
Hearing this, the Tatar chieftain's face was filled with despair. Even if he struggled desperately, it would be of no avail.
Since Zhao Muyun revealed his identity as a Dayin soldier, it meant that everyone in their entire tribe had to die.
"Get started!"
Following Zhao Muyun's order, Shi Yong stabbed the two young Tartars in the chest with a triangular bayonet without blinking, and watched them slowly die with blood foam coming out of the corners of their mouths.
Tang Yanhai, Han Zhong and others took action at the same time and killed the Tatar chief and another elderly Tatar in front of more than 30 Tatar women and children.
The Tatar chieftain had his head chopped off without any struggle.
His eyes, which were still open when he died, were full of regret and unwillingness.
"Zhao Tou, what should we do with them?"
Tang Yanhai looked at these women with ill intentions, and Han Zhong, Lao Li and Lao Zhang also showed meaningful smiles.
Since we are going to kill them anyway, we might as well let everyone have some fun before they die.
"Burn this place down, and then let them take some food and leave!" However, Zhao Muyun did not let them do as they wished.
"What? Let them...let them go?" Tang Yanhai said in disbelief. "Boss Zhao, what a pity! Why not let everyone have a better deal..."
"No! We can't do the beastly things the Tartars did!" Zhao Muyun shook his head firmly.
Once you let your subordinates commit adultery, they will become inhumane and lose themselves.
"Since we can't do it, we can't just let them go like this!"
Tang Yanhai could only secretly feel that it was a pity, but he absolutely could not disobey Zhao Muyun's words.
"Without their camp, they can only seek refuge with other Tartar tribes!"
Zhao Muyun smiled slightly. "If all the women in the Tartar tribes on this vast grassland became like this, do you think King Zhelan could handle it?"
"Boss Zhao is the one who thinks deeply. We are too superficial." Tang Yanhai felt ashamed.
Zhao Muyun has his considerations, so just obey the order.
In addition, from what he said, it seems that he will go to the next tribe to continue doing this!
So cool!
"Don't worry, after this trip, I promise to let each of you marry eight or ten wives!" Zhao Muyun said with a smile, "I'm just worried that you won't be able to handle it by then!"
Tang Yanhai's eyes lit up: "We believe in Zhao Tou."
"Alright! Get started! Take away as much as you can, and burn everything you can't take away!"
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