Dressed as Tang Bohu

It took a lot of effort to say it, but in fact, it was only a blink of an eye from the big man mentioning Tang Ziwei to being assassinated.

When Hanu and the others came to their senses and rescued the big man from Tang Ziwei, he had already breathed out, and it seemed that he would not live long.

"You despicable and sinister villain!!" Seeing Tang Ziwei throwing the bright red blood on the ground with some disgust, Dalam suddenly felt a rush of anger rushing to his forehead.

Tang Ziwei looked up and laughed at him as if he didn't think it was enough, "It's the same sentence as last time. Is your brain only big enough to hold this meager sentence?"

"I'm going to kill you!" Dalamu punched him angrily, and this punch full of anger hit Tang Ziwei firmly in the face.

Tang Ziwei was already injured, and he was at the end of his strength after killing someone by a trick, so naturally he didn't intend to confront them.

He fell back to the ground, turned his head and spit out a bit of sweet blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and lay down on the ground with his hands spread out.

"Don't rush to kill me, I'm more valuable than you think..." Halfway through the speech, Tang Ziwei's eyelids could not hold back and he fell into a coma.

"Master Hanu, this..." Except for Dalam who jumped in anger, several of Hanu's subordinates looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

Hanu frowned, tried to think about it with his limited IQ, and gave the order.

"Take him away as planned, wake him up later and ask again!"

"Yes!" Several people lifted Tang Ziwei up with rough hands and feet, and shrank away from the grassland.

After being transported by these people, Tang Ziwei finally recalled Sazihar's kindness.

While enduring the pain all over his body and pretending to be in a coma, he gritted his teeth and thought, Sazihar had better be able to draw the conclusion that he didn't stun the guards and escape from the blood stains left by him, otherwise, he might regret it There is no more handsome way to die on the battlefield...

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Speaking of the other end, Sazihar left Tang Ziwei's place, feeling unhappy and showing a bit of evil spirit on his body.

He walked into the camp, grabbed a passing Tartar, and asked, "Did you see where Dalamu is?"

"No, I don't know, I haven't seen him this morning." The man shook his head.

Sazihar let go of the person, frowned and asked a few more people, but they all answered that there was no trace of Dalamu.Not only Dalam, but even Hanu and his team did not know where to go.

He walked around the camp twice in a bored manner, which caused all the clansmen to cheer up and prepare for the battle.And Sazihar himself, after much deliberation, decided to go back to Tang Ziwei.

Although in his opinion, he declared Tang Ziwei's ownership right in front of his tribe, then according to the Han people, Tang Ziwei should be regarded as his family member-but the other party obviously didn't think so.

Sazihar didn't know what was wrong with him.

The people of the Tatar tribe have always been straightforward, and the strong have absolute dominance, and he has long heard of the thin body of the Han people and their natural reserve and cunning in their characters.So Sazihar has always been very patient with Tang Ziwei, and this time is no exception.

In order to show his strength, he also brought hundreds of elites under his command.

When Sazihar rode a horse and returned to the carriage with a mighty group of people behind him, the empty carriage in front of him, the blood stains on the grass and the downed watchman made Sazihar's eyes tremble. The green eyes were suddenly covered with a layer of darkness.

He escaped?

This was the first thought in Sazihar's mind.

But when he saw the bruises and beating marks on the unconscious Mongolian man's body, as well as the obvious excessive scarlet on the ground, he began to hope that Tang Ziwei had escaped.

"Sir Sazihar, he was hit in the head and fell into a coma. I'm afraid he won't wake up in a short time." A cavalryman got off his horse and simply checked the report.

Sazihar swung his whip fiercely, and ordered: "Take him down and bandage him up, and the rest of you must dig three feet to find Hanu!"

To the question of who took Tang Ziwei away, Sazihar could come up with the answer without thinking at all.He knew Hanu too well, so he also knew that if he couldn't arrive in time, he might see a dead body.

Fortunately, the location Hanu and the others were looking for was not hidden, and they didn't spend much effort to hide.

Just behind a frost-covered bush, Tang Ziwei's hands were cut behind his back, and his head and body were soaked in water.

He was half kneeling on the ground, half of the diluted blood from the corner of his mouth flowed down his jaw and past his veined neck, dyeing his clothes pink; half poured into his throat from his unclosed mouth.

The smell of rust pervades the nerves from one place, his own blood, but more of the Mongol smell gushing out of someone else's flesh where his teeth have penetrated deep.

Hanu, who has always been arrogant, rolled on the ground like Tang Ziwei at this time, his finger was bitten by Tang Ziwei, the harder he pulled it out, the more blood rushed out from the enlarged wound!

It is said that the ten fingers connected with the heart, Hanu's eyes were red from the pain, and he kicked Tang Ziwei fiercely with his feet in thick deerskin boots.Hanu's men around him also kept trying to pull Tang Ziwei away, but they couldn't separate the two because of Hanu's fingers.

Tang Zi was afraid that his teeth were so sore that he almost lost consciousness, but the chill brought by the cold water seeping into his clothes actually helped him, numb his pain, and let him grin like a demon at this moment and "chuck" laugh out loud.

"What's so funny!" Hanu also got angry, and without caring too much, he pulled out the scimitar from his waist and was about to stab down!

But what Hanu couldn't react in time was that at the same time he spoke, a familiar voice came from above with annoyance.

"what's so funny!"

Sazihar grabbed Hanu's arm in the nick of time, but as a general of the Little Prince's Department known for his strength, it was not so easy for Hanu to stop the knife he stabbed with all his strength.

Sazihar's horizontal thrust made the scimitar that was aimed at the back of Tang Ziwei's neck narrowly brush against the tip of his nose, and the tip of the knife pierced into the palm that Tang Ziwei was biting, causing Hanu to let out a cry. Scream!

"Oh!" Tang Zi was afraid of a blur in front of his eyes, only felt his mouth lighten, and he fell backwards.

He sat on the ground, blinked blankly, raised his hand and took out the severed finger from his mouth.After a few seconds, he came to his senses, looked at the thing in his hand and threw it aside with some disgust.

Tang Ziwei rubbed his face that was a little sore from too much force, and slowly stood up while supporting the ground.Looking at the tall figure in front of him, he complained vaguely: "If you come later, I probably have to eat them all before I can get away."

"..." Sazihar pursed his lips, looking at Tang Ziwei's miserable appearance in front of him, he really didn't know what to say.So he pulled out his knife, turned around and slashed at Dalamu who was baring his teeth and claws, expressing his heart with actions.

The boss made a move, and the two hundred elites he brought naturally had no reason to watch from the sidelines.The two sides pushed and rushed, and soon became a ball.

Although Tang Ziwei was seriously injured, he didn't want to be idle at this time.Picking up a broad knife casually, he walked over to Sazihar, seeing him cut down the Dala wood, he raised the knife and moved towards him with a smile.

"one two three four,……"

While stabbing the knife into Dalamu's body, while counting, the smile on his face gradually faded.

Until the No. 16 knife, he quickly pulled out the bloody blade, and slashed across Dalamu's neck!Blood spattered, and there was no expression on his face, only a hint of heartache and relief in his eyes.

This chaotic situation didn't last long, two groups of Hanu and Sazihar disappeared, and it was the critical juncture of the pre-war preparations, how could the little prince not notice it.It was almost here that the front foot started to fight, and the little prince led a large number of people to surround the bush on the back foot.

This teenage boy possessed a majesty far beyond his age. As soon as he approached, all the Mongols involuntarily stopped their hands, not daring to meet his gaze, and lowered their heads one after another.

"What's going on here?" The little prince looked around, his eyes fell on Hanu's bloody palm, and he frowned fiercely.

"Boss, it was Sazihar who cut off my fingers, just for the Han captive he insisted on keeping, and killed several brave tribesmen!" Hanu was ashamed to say that his fingers were bitten by Tang Ziwei Unhesitatingly, he only lowered his head deeply, hiding his hateful eyes.

Sazihar didn't even look at him, and bowed to the little prince, saying: "The fact that Hanu cut off his finger was an accident. He hurt my people and captured the one I like. What I did was just to protect myself, and I have a clear conscience." !"

"Now it's still in the territory of the Han people, the enemy is facing the enemy, and you haven't won a single victory. Instead, the two of you started fighting in the nest. Do you still think you are justified?"

Seeing the expressions of the two, the little prince was extremely dissatisfied.That's all for Hanu, it's unexpected that Sazihar, who has always been calm, is so impulsive.

He glanced at Tang Ziwei who caused the dispute—this man was covered in blood all over his face, and still held a knife in his hand. He didn't show any guilt or nervousness, and his completely calm appearance made people uncomfortable.

"I won't pursue the cause of this matter, but foreigners are outsiders after all. Since Hanu lost his finger because of this, let him make corresponding compensation."

"What does the leader mean...?" Sazihar's heart sank.

Hanu rolled his eyes, and after he figured it out, he smiled, and said, "Since it hurt me, it would be cheaper to ask him to give him a finger. Sazihar, everyone is here now, I think you are still here." How to cover him!"

Tang Ziwei looked up at him, then turned his head and looked around.The surrounding Mongols had similar indignation on their faces, which was the natural resentment that the hero of their own tribe was hurt by a small-looking foreigner.

Knowing that this matter could not be resolved today, Tang Ziwei sighed and wiped the blood from the blade of the knife on his clothes.Raising his eyebrows, he asked, "Which one do you want?"

Perhaps it was Tang Ziwei who seemed to be asking if you want this strawberry candied haws, or the tone of this hawthorn candied haws was too weird, Hanu couldn't answer all of a sudden, and looked at him blankly as if he was looking at some kind of monster.

"Then I will choose by myself." Tang Ziwei softened his brows and eyes, squatted down and pressed his hand to the ground, and with the other hand he quickly chopped off with a knife!

That sharp action made everyone who witnessed this scene realize that he was serious!

There was only one person who raised his heart high when Tang Ziwei asked the three words, so when Tang Ziwei swung the knife down, he was the only one who quickly reacted, bent down and stopped the silver ray with his palm. Light.

With a sound of "噗嗤", the knife pierced into the flesh with only a shallow stroke, and then stopped.

"Sazihar!" The little prince frowned.

Sazihar turned a deaf ear to it, he was breathing heavily, but he grabbed the knife from Tang Ziwei's hand without hesitation, swiped it hard, and his thumb separated neatly from his palm.

Cold sweat broke out from all parts of his body in an instant. Rao Sazihar, a tough guy in the grassland who grew up in struggle, couldn't help but use a low growl to cover up the cry of pain.

There were gasps all around, and countless pairs of eyes stared at him closely, watching him tear off the fur from the front of his clothes and forcefully block the wound.

Sazihar gasped for a while, and when he raised his eyes, those beast-like pupils locked onto Tang Ziwei.Like a wounded lion defending his territory, he whimpered and roared, "You are my man! If I don't touch you, no one can touch you!"

Tang Ziwei's heart trembled, complicated emotions surged up, his lips moved a few times, but he didn't know how to respond to this emotion.

In the end, he just patted Sazihar's broad shoulders and helped him up.

"His wound needs to be treated. It's nothing. Let's go first." After Tang Ziwei finished speaking, he glanced at the people around him.Everyone, including Hanu, seemed to have lost their voice.

The two walked slowly in the direction of the carriage, and when they reached the surrounded Mongols, the crowd subconsciously parted ways.

They didn't stop, and no one stopped them all the way.

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