Kratos has been a little depressed lately.

He was tamed as a beast-fighting slave. In order to make them obedient, the slave owner brainwashed them in various ways and deprived them of their thinking ability. So much so that Kratos had developed limbs and a simple mind. He would treat him well.

Luo Shixin is the best of everyone to him, and he is willing to do anything for Luo Shixin.

But in recent years, he has no place to use his skills. He can't train troops, and he is physically restricted. He went out many times to fight, but he has no seat.

Kratos's idea was simple, and Rossin gave him everything, but he couldn't help at all and felt that he was useless.

Today, Luo Shixin finally used him and personally called his name to kill the enemy in the camp in front of him.

Kratos held it in for so long, just like a beast locked in a cage. When he opened the gate, his whole body was in a state of excitement, as if he had a property bonus, and he was very hardworking.

Killing extremely fiercely.

He raised his hand and stabbed a Turkic soldier in the chest, and dug out his heart.

A Turkic veteran with rich combat experience dodged the Tang Bing's slash. When the opponent was exhausted, he slashed it to the ground with one knife, not caring about wiping the blood on his face, and searching for his son who had been on the battlefield for the first time, but found that looking at his son's heart, the general of the Tang Army pulled it out of his body.

He squirted out a large mouthful of blood, and the blood was mixed with tears, and howled and danced with a scimitar to Kratos.

Kratos' dark skin was almost covered with red and white liquid, brain and blood. He wanted to cover up his black characteristics. Seeing another ignorant enemy rushed towards him, he grinned excitedly: revealing a circle of snow-white teeth. It was hideous and terrifying.

But the Turkic veteran was stimulated by his son's tragic death and ignored it, wielding his sword and slashing it down.

Kratos reached out and raised his hand upwards, and his hand was as lightning as lightning.

The Turkic veteran waved his sword, but the expectation did not occur, but instead felt that his right arm was loose. Then a sharp pain spread to his brain. When he looked at him sideways, his arm was lonely and half of his arm was gone.

A sense of fear emerged in the hearts of the Turkic veterans, but then the tragic death of his son sounded: he had just joined the army and was determined to become the bravest warrior of the Turkic people and regain their sons from the Shuobei Grasslands of the Turks. His ambitions had not been fulfilled yet. However, the nigger and evil star in front of him stabbed into his chest with a knife, and then the sword and hand disappeared from his sight. He appeared again and had a heart that was still beating in his hand.

In the flash of lightning, the Turkic veteran forgot his fear and raised his left hand and punched Kratos.

Kratos cut off the right arm of the enemy in front of him with a knife, and saw him lifting his left hand. The short blade waved again and slashed his other arm.

The Turkic veteran did not hesitate at all. He opened his mouth and leaned forward. Even if he had no hands, he would bite off a piece of flesh from the evil star who killed his son in front of him.

As it turns out, he was thinking too much.

Kratos' martial arts is his instinct, a beast-like instinct. This instinct makes him feel like a fish in water on the battlefield of life and death.

Once again, he took a slash forward without any hesitation, and the short blade stabbed in from the Turkic veteran's nose.

Kratos's knife was fierce and fierce, enough to kill the other party. However, out of the instinct to kill the enemy, out of habit, and out of intimidation of the enemy's courage... various reasons prompted him to turn his wrist and dig a hole. He turned the dagger around and gave out the entire face of the Turkic veteran. With a flying kick, the body flew three feet away and fell to the ground with his back.

Only a huge blood hole was left in the face of the Turkic veteran.

"roar!"

Kratos roared, as fierce as a monster.

A short and energetic Turkic soldier was shocked and even forgot to meet the enemy.

Kratos was not polite either, so he took a step forward, raised his shield and smashed it in front of him.

A shield is a defensive equipment, but in Kratos' hands, the shield is a weapon to kill enemies.

The steel shield made of pure steel weighs more than 60 kilograms, and he waved his left hand as if nothing was left.

More than 60 kilograms of steel shield and Kratos' divine power directly hit the head of the short Turkic soldier into his neck.

Kratos's short sword came to the top and pierced into the Turkic soldiers' heads and opened a cross.

The brain marrow and blood form a cross-shaped fountain.

Kratos no longer paid attention to his masterpiece and rushed towards another opponent to create newer ones.

Kratos's bravery and cruelty have long been known!

Luo Shixin did not stop this, but instead indulged in it.

In his opinion, no matter how you die, you will die. What is the difference between a tragic death and a comfortable death?

Because of Kratos's bravery and cruelty, most of the enemies could not bear it, and their hearts were chilled and their morale was depressed. They could establish the victory earlier and achieve the victory earlier, but instead sacrificed less lives of their own soldiers.

Why not do it!

For this reason, he specially selected the dead soldiers from the army, and those bloodthirsty soldiers were organized into Kratos' subordinates, and asked Kratos to teach them the methods and techniques of killing people.

So much so that the more than eighty people who were directly in the army were all terrified.

Even the soldiers on their own were a little scared of them.

Kratos was like this, and his apprentices worked very hard, showing their means to kill the Turkic soldiers of their opponents one by one.

In the Tianjie Army, the Right Guard had already seen Kratos's methods and did not care.

But it was the first time that the border troops saw each other. In addition to being shocked, they also found that under their rush, the enemy was like a native chicken and a tile dog, vulnerable...

There is much less fear of them, and they each recite: They are all from the same army, and fear is also the other party, what are they afraid of?

Without hesitation, he danced with the sword and shield, and followed the advantages he had made by Kratos and others, expanding their advantages...

Almost all the Tang army in the three routes were under absolute advantage, suppressing the Turkic soldiers and eroding and occupying the Turkic tribes step by step.

It is only a matter of time before it can occupy the entire Yanyi tribe.

Luo Shixin nodded with satisfaction at the performance of the three armies.

Such a result was not beyond his expectations: he did not underestimate the Turkic cavalry, but in the Turkic tribes, fighting positional wars, compared with the Tang Dynasty infantry, the Turkic were three-year-old children, children...

"General..."

The scout sent by Luo Shixin came to report at this time: "The Ukrainian tribe has come to support, and there are a total of 8,000 cavalry."

"Haha! It's just right!" Luo Shixin snapped his fingers and said, "It's him who is waiting for it, Su Dingfang, I'll hand over the reinforcements of this Ukrainian tribe to you. I'll give you five thousand. You know how to fight."

Su Dingfang smiled and took the order and said, "I will understand."

Luo Shixin looked at the direction of Luo Yi tribe and smiled and said, "I don't know if that old guy will be fooled." (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!