The Prodigal Son of the Empire

This is the first place to go.

"Marshal, in half a day, we should be there."

"Ah."

Wang Kang's face was stern, and the bad premonition in his heart became more and more serious...

After a period of time like this, you can see a yurt, which is the settlement of the Qiza tribe, but it is silent and there is no human habitation.

"Go and see."

Lin Zhen sent someone in to check.

Not long after, someone hurried over.

"Master, I found out..."

"what?"

"You... go and have a look."

The reporter was depressed.

Wang Kang then followed through a yurt and arrived at the center. He could see the front, and immediately stood there, while the back was gloomy, and he clenched his fists...

And the same goes for the people behind him.

In front of him, there was a Jingguan of human heads, all of which were piled up in a tomb. These heads had been air-dried, but they could still be identified... They were a cavalry team sent by Wang Kang!

They are from the Wushu City Defense Army.

There are also messy military uniforms around. Looking at the approximate number, we can know that all members should have been killed and no one survived!

Some of them can even vaguely recognize the expression of unwillingness before dying!

There was silence in the arena!

Only the sound of the north wind whistling.

Wang Kang clenched his fists, his heart was bleeding!

This is his army!

There are a lot of cavalry in the Wushu City Defense Army. They are re-divided into three branches according to the organization, in charge of different areas, and perform tasks...

He remembered that the commander of this cavalry had a very elegant name, Liu Cailiang.

He is not very old, but young and strong!

The way he patted his chest to promise is still vivid in my memory!

Now dead!

And all dead!

A total of more than [-] Haoerlangs had their heads cut off and made into human heads. They were blown and beaten in the cold wind and exhibited!

Wang Kang closed his eyes.

He could imagine the scene at that time.

But dare not think!

Because too much heartache!

From the time when he served as the city guard of Feng'an City and led troops to fight until now!

I don't know the geometry of wars, big and small?

He had never suffered such a big loss!

He fought against the country of Yue, the grasslands, and the country of Yan, and he never set up a head in Beijing.

Because he felt that it was a bit hurtful.

He never disturbed or invaded the people in Vietnam, and when he came to the grassland, he only hurt soldiers, not women and children...

And now.

However, the soldiers under his command became like this, the Eighth Route Cavalry Team lost one route directly!

After the heartache, there is endless anger!

Naiman tribe, you are playing with fire!

On the battlefield, no matter how inevitable casualties are, Wang Kang can't guarantee that he will win.

No matter how much loss, he can accept it!

But he couldn't accept it. The heads of his soldiers were cut off and piled up into Jingguan!

He understands.

This is a kind of warning from the barbarians to him.

Wang Kang has never been so angry and holding his breath!

This bad breath must be vented!

It also made him finally understand a little bit!

Kindness is useless, it is cruel to oneself!

What the enemy gives, pay back a hundredfold!

Although Wang Kang didn't speak, everyone could feel the killing intent emanating from him!

Zhou Qing sighed lowly.

As the chief guard who followed Wang Kang the longest, he knows best.

All along, if not no way.

The young master didn't want to cause any killings, he had been restraining himself, but now it seems that this incident has let go of his suppression all along!

They awakened...a god of death!

Not only Wang Kang, but the soldiers behind him also had red eyes, full of hatred and murderous aura!