The improved female villains regained their memories.

Standing nearly two meters tall, like a giant, Balhu coldly drew his sword and sliced ​​off the city lord's skull with a single stroke.

"Kill the man, take the woman away."

Bargut was too lazy to look, and after giving the order, he turned and left.

The sorcerers in the hall responded in unison, they had also endured it for a long time, and they never wanted to see such an eyesore in their lives.

After leaving the city lord's mansion, the nausea in his chest subsided considerably. Balhu sheathed his sword and remounted his horse.

The eagle asked, "What do you plan to do next?"

"How to do it?"

Bargu spat and sneered.

"According to the old rules, kill, rob, and burn."

He glanced at the cavalry waiting for him and raised his hand.

"Guda!"

His response was a series of resounding, angry roars.

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Kill, loot, burn—this was the rule of the grasslands for defeated tribes.

The cold wave had a huge impact on the grasslands. The attack on the Yan Kingdom had been planned as early as the beginning of the year. Barga's troops were just there to scout the situation first, and the main force would arrive later.

He just didn't expect that he could capture the city so easily.

After capturing the city, Bargut should have appeased the people and waited for reinforcements, but he did not. Instead, he planned to follow the rules of the grasslands and give the small Yan Kingdom a little barbarian shock.

The eagle tried to persuade him several times, but seeing that he was determined, it stopped trying. After all, they were partners, and the killing of the Yan people was a good thing for the eagle. It couldn't be more happy that more Yan people died.

Because of tonight's banquet, all the high-ranking officials of Liuyun City were in the City Lord's Mansion, and they were all wiped out by the witch gods of Balhu. They were all killed in the procession, a truly satisfying death.

The heads of these high-ranking officials were hung on the cavalry's horses as a symbol of the barbarians' achievements.

As for the dancers sent from various places, they all benefited these barbarians. The shamans could still control them, but the barbarian soldiers outside had never seen such a scene before, and their eyes were like those of wolves.

Bargut rode his horse into the square.

The firelight illuminated the area brightly, and the people of Liuyun City were pushed and shoved together, surrounded by the barbarians.

There was a group of women, a group of men, a group of old people and children. Barhu looked at them and waved to signal them to begin.

The barbarians swarmed forward, throwing torches that scorched the houses, quickly turning them into a sea of ​​fire.

At that moment, whether luxurious or impoverished, whether mansion or thatched hut, all were annihilated in the sea of ​​fire, and not one could escape.

Home was gone just like that; the sobs of people faded into the black smoke.

When men tried to resist, they were hacked to death by the barbarians. The dancers were given to the shamans first, leaving the barbarians to focus their attention on the women in the square.

After receiving Bargut's approval, they rushed forward, and the square was filled with the cries of women.

All the men who resisted died. Those who survived were men who dared not resist. These men would be enslaved by the barbarians. As for the elderly and children, they would all be killed.

A pebble flew by and hit Bargut.

Bargu looked at the pebble that had fallen to the ground with a puzzled expression. He seemed surprised that someone would dare to resist. What surprised him even more was that the pebble had come from among the crowd of elderly people and children.

He looked over and saw that among the kneeling crowd, only a little girl with gray hair was standing.

She was probably only ten years old, but the way she stood with her chest out made her taller than the adults kneeling on the ground. The firelight behind her made her figure appear even larger.

A barbarian was about to draw his sword and step forward, but he stopped him. He bent down, picked up a stone, walked over, and stood straight in front of the girl.

He looked down at the girl; his massive body was like a mountain, making her appear so small.

"You threw it?"

Bargut speaks the language of swallows, so he asked in the language of swallows.

The girl looked up, a hint of fear in her eyes, but even so, she still said, "Yes."

Snapped!

What came next was a heavy slap.

The girl was slapped so hard she fell to the ground, seeing stars. Just as she tried to get up, Bargu grabbed her hair.

"Are you satisfied?"

"If you're not happy about that, by the way, someone fucked your asshole."

Barhu didn't understand, and turned to look at the eagle on his shoulder. The eagle said gloatingly, "She said you were pinned to the ground by a man and were enjoying it so much."

Bargu sneered, "Is that so?"

Slap, slap, two more slaps.

I also added a few kicks.

"Are you satisfied?"

"I disagree."

clap clap.

"Are you satisfied?"

"I... disagree."

Clap clap clap.

"Are you satisfied?"

"Admire what? Admire you for letting a man put his ass in your anus?"

*Clap clap clap clap clap*

"Are you satisfied?"

"Do not……"

boom!

A heavy punch.

Barhu grabbed Su Murong by the hair and lifted her up like a dead fish: "Do you submit?"

She was covered in blood and nearly unconscious, but her lips still moved as she said, "I refuse to accept this..."

He released his grip and coldly said to the barbarian beside him, "Kill him."

The weak, who cannot be conquered, have no value whatsoever.

He turned to leave, but a small pebble hit him on the back.

Bargut stopped and turned his head.

Su Murong lay on the ground, blood and dirt blurring her vision, but she still managed to force a smile and say with all her might, "Idiot."

The eagle on the shoulder translates in real time: "She said you are Abal (meaning in a barbarian language, an infertile man)."

Bargu looked at Su Murong, at the indomitable light in her eyes, and a cruel smile appeared on his face.

"Really."

The barbarians beside him retreated in fear. Those familiar with Bargut knew that whenever he showed that smile, someone was about to suffer.

Sounds of beating.

"Are you satisfied?"

The sound of hair being torn apart.

"Are you convinced? Are you convinced?"

The sound of bones breaking.

"Abal, Abal, keep talking!"

The sounds of flesh and bone clattering, the questions escalating, caused those around to lower their heads.

Blood soaked the land, but Su Murong didn't utter a sound.

The others didn't dare to utter a sound either.

No one dared to move.

However, one person made a move.

In the corner of the alley, a man drew his bow.

No one knows why someone would still be hiding there. The barbarians searched the entire city, so logically, no one should be there anymore.

In this city, all those who resisted are dead; there shouldn't be anyone who resists anymore.

But it does exist.

He could have run away, after all, he had evaded the barbarian search, but instead he drew his bowstring, as if preparing to do something.

A cold glint reflected off the arrowhead; the released arrow was aimed at Bargut.

call out--

Barhu, who was torturing Su Murong, was caught off guard and struck squarely in the chest.

The barbarians were shocked and only then noticed the attackers' location. They drew their swords and rushed over.

The middle-aged man who fired the arrow knew he could no longer escape.

When the city gate was breached, he knew he couldn't escape.

His father was dead. The middle-aged man knew it; he could feel it. His father had died in the line of duty, guarding the city gates.

But the city gate was never closed.

The conversation last night turned out to be right, just as his father had predicted, but it was all too late.

Just like people addicted to drugs, by the time they realize it, it's too late.

He always thought that the old man was old-fashioned, stubborn, and as stubborn as a donkey. There were only so many benefits to being a soldier. Everyone else was lazy, but he insisted on staying there for that little bit of food every month. Now look what happened, he's lost his life.

Is it worth it?