394: Chapter 394 Ottoman Captured

"Trying to run!"

Gudu sneered and aimed his Repeating Crossbow at Wutu.

"Catch him! Don't let him get away!"

Gudu shouted loudly, directing the Qihuo Army warriors beside him to charge toward the spot where Wutu had fallen.

Wutu lay on the ground, his face full of pain and resentment.

His eyes burned with rage, yet they were also mingled with a trace of fear.

Wutu never imagined that he would actually fall into the hands of these old fogies, being captured alive by guys he had once looked down upon; it felt worse to him than being killed.

"No, I cannot be captured alive by them!"

Wutu could imagine how these people would humiliate him.

Escape!

I must escape.

Even with an arrow stuck in his buttocks, Wutu gritted his teeth for the sake of survival, enduring the waves of excruciating pain as he crawled toward the darkness.

"Don't even think about escaping!"

No matter how fast he crawled, how could it match the speed of the running Qihuo Army?

The old men of the Qihuo Army did not underestimate Wutu; six of them pounced on him, four held down his limbs, and two others took ropes to bind his hands and feet together.

"You..."

"You bunch of bastards!"

"I, I will not let you off!"

Wutu cursed through gritted teeth, his voice distorted by pain.

"Heh."

Gudu looked at Wutu with a cold sneer and said, "You've been tied up like this, do you really think you can escape?"

"Take him away."

Gudu waved his hand and said coldly.

He prepared to have Wutu bound and brought before Zhang Liang, to be dealt with by Zhang Liang.

A group of Qihuo Army soldiers dragged Wutu along, treating him just like a captured wild beast.

The moment he was taken away, Wutu understood in his heart that his era had ended, and his fate would now be in the hands of those he once regarded as ants.

With Wutu's capture, this battle also came to a complete end.

Subsequently, Zhang Liang arranged for the Qihuo Army to clear the battlefield, treat the wounded, detain the captives, and collect weapons and equipment.

The warm, massive felt tent was now occupied by the old men of the Qihuo Army.

They lay exhausted yet satisfied on couches made of soft furs, and the tent was filled with a warm atmosphere, a comfort they had not felt for a long time.

Ever since the tribe's resources were seized by the younger generation, these old men had been ruthlessly cast aside, struggling to survive on the cold grasslands.

In those days, hunger and cold had followed them like shadows, and warmth had seemed like an unattainable luxury to them.

Now, situated in this warm felt tent, the heat slowly permeated their bodies, and every pore seemed to be cheering with joy; this feeling was truly wonderful.

Zhang Liang walked steadily into Wutu's felt tent and headed straight for the main seat.

The seat was extremely luxurious, covered with genuine wolf skin, soft and thick, with the wolf fur shimmering in the firelight.

Fixed above the backrest of the seat was a wolf's head, its eyes wide open, as if still radiating the ferocity it had in life, displaying the majesty of its former owner.

At this moment, Wutu was brought before Zhang Liang.

Although he had become a prisoner, a trace of resentment and stubbornness still remained in his eyes.

Gudu and several Qihuo Army soldiers saw him standing, with no intention of kneeling to Zhang Liang, and a surge of anger immediately rose in their hearts.

Gudu shouted loudly: "You have already been reduced to a prisoner, yet you still won't kneel when you see the leader!"

Having said that, he kicked hard at the back of Wutu's knees.