Zhou Fei stood on a small dirt bag nearby, raised his eyes, and saw that tens of thousands of barbarian warriors were ready to go.

They are about to run to the land of death.

For these barbarian warriors, they had no intention of coming back alive.

Leaving the tribe and going to the front line is a journey of death.

But no one flinched.

Including the relatives of these barbarian warriors, they never flinched.

Feng Jian Che stood on a makeshift platform and spoke a brief conversation.

The barbarian warriors raised their arms and shouted.

"Ulla!"

Then, go.

After Zhou Fei saw the team leave, he left the small dirt bag.

On the way back to the tent, Zhou Fei bowed to every barbarian woman he encountered.

It's a pity that no one responded to him.

Barbarian warriors can fight to the death regardless of the reason, but barbarian women are not so simple.

They knew that this man was the one who brought the calamity.

Although even if there is no Zhou Fei, the barbarians will still have to fight with the temple and the Seven Kingdoms, but it will definitely not be as tragic as it is now, and it will not be like now, and there will be no hope at all.

However, taking in Zhou Fei was the opinion of the Elders' Council and the Young Master, and even if these women were not angry, they couldn't change anything.

The only thing they can do is ignore them.

Zhou Fei returned to the tent with a blank face, and an old woman also happened to come out of the tent, she was here to deliver food.

At first, Zhou Fei was worried that the old woman had poisoned her food, but later found out that she was too careful.

Ling Zhaoyan was wrapped in a thick sheepskin jacket, and there was a bonfire in the tent, and the indoor temperature was probably over sixty degrees, but Ling Zhaoyan was still shivering with cold.

This kind of heat didn't have any effect on Zhou Fei, he walked over and touched Ling Zhaoyan's forehead.

Like a piece of ice.

Then he unbuttoned his clothes, pressed Ling Zhaoyan's hands on his chest, and used his body temperature to ward off Ling Zhaoyan's cold.

Ling Zhaoyan said: "The eldest lady told me just now that her son also went to the front. ”

Zhou Fei snorted.

She said her son wouldn't be coming back. Ling Zhaoyan said.

Zhou Fei said: "War will definitely kill people. ”

"If I don't come, maybe his son won't have to die. Ling Zhaoyan looked at Zhou Fei: "Her son is only fifteen years old. ”

"A barbarian can go to war at the age of twelve, and fifteen is already a good soldier. Zhou Fei said indifferently: "It's better to care about yourself." ”

Ling Zhaoyan said: "I can't get better, Zhou Fei." ”

"Nonsense. Zhou Fei got into the sheepskin jacket and directly hugged Ling Zhaoyan throughout, even if he was not very resistant to the cold, but suddenly encountering such a cold body still gave him goosebumps.

"We've got another place to go. Zhou Fei touched Ling Zhaoyan's face, "Do you know the Star Palace Pavilion? The name Atami is very hot and dry when you hear it, and it is just right for your life. And my mother is the master of the Star Palace Pavilion, although she is the predecessor, but logically speaking, I am also the young master of the Star Palace Pavilion. When my young master goes back, he still can't sweep the couch and wait?"

Ling Zhaoyan knew that Zhou Fei was comforting her, this kind of clumsy excuse Zhou Fei had used many times, Ling Zhaoyan hadn't debunked him before, but today Ling Zhaoyan was not ready to continue to "pretend".

"Zhou Fei, I'm tired. Ling Zhaoyan said.

Zhou Fei's words came to an abrupt end.

He looked at Ling Zhaoyan and saw a thick tiredness and guilt in her eyes.

"Wait two more days, okay?" Zhou Fei said: "I always have to give Feng Jian Che an explanation." ”

Ling Zhaoyan closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

Two days passed quickly.

Half of the barbarian warriors who set off before were already dead.

A list of the dead was sent back from the front.

The list is particularly long, and it hangs at the entrance of the tribe.

The list was crowded with women looking for the names of their husbands, sons or brothers.

Soon, a wail rang out.

Barbarians rarely cry, and in the eyes of the Central Plains countries, barbarians are stones on the grassland, cold, hard, and emotionless.

But the barbarians at this moment are no different from the people of the Central Plains.

In the face of the death of a loved one, they will also be sad and cry.

Their hearts and livers are also made of meat.

Zhou Fei helped Ling Zhaoyan to stand at the entrance of the tent, silently watching this scene.

Ling Zhaoyan clenched his fist to his mouth and kept coughing.

Soon, she began to vomit blood.

Zhou Fei hurriedly helped her sit down, and used his luck to protect her from the cold.

But this time it didn't work at all.

The bleeding couldn't be stopped at all, Ling Zhaoyan's eyes were painful, and his left hand grabbed Zhou Fei's forearm, "I want to go home, Zhou Fei, take me home." ”

Zhou Fei felt that his eyes were swollen and his nose was sore, and he nodded vigorously: "Okay, let's go home." ”

The corners of Ling Zhaoyan's mouth rose hard, and she was smiling hard.

Then, pass out.

Zhou Fei's tears welled up all at once.

At this time, he saw a pair of feet appear in front of him, and when he looked up, he saw Feng Jian Che's face.

"The end of the barbarians has come. Feng Jian Che said: "We all lost. ”

Zhou Fei said, "What do you want to hear from me?

"Nope. Feng Jian Che said: "This is my decision, it has nothing to do with you, the bet was made by myself, but I overestimated my ability to bear it a little." ”

Zhou Fei said: "In fact, it is not yet the time of despair. ”

Feng Jian Che said: "The previous 10,000 people are already our last combat strength, and now there are no more warriors in the tribe. We can't send those children under the age of ten to battle, and I'm going to have to leave something for the barbarians. ”

Zhou Fei gently wiped the blood from the corner of Ling Zhaoyan's mouth: "I'll go." ”

"You can't go there. Feng Jian Che said, "If you leave, won't our sacrifice become a joke?"

Zhou Fei said: "If I go, the barbarians can leave their bloodline." That's the price I should take, and it's my bet. ”

Feng Jian Che was silent for a long time, and then laughed: "We are all abandoned by the heavens, and there is really no reason to dislike each other. ”

Zhou Fei was: "Yes, this Heavenly Dao has never pitied us. ”

Feng Jian Che raised his head and scolded fiercely: "Dog's thief." ”

Zhou Fei said, "Is there any wine?"

Feng Jian Che shouted, and soon someone brought a pot of wine.

Zhou Fei smiled: "There won't be any sweat medicine in it." ”

Without saying a word, Feng Jian Che took a sip first, and then handed it to Zhou Fei.

Zhou Fei took it and swallowed it in a big gulp, and drank a third of it in one gulp before stopping, his neckline and chest were already soaked with wine, and his face was a little red: "Cool." ”

Feng Jian Che said, "Do you need me to do something?"

"Get a carriage. The horses are the same one I brought with me, and it's a top horse. Zhou Fei said: "Zhaoyan, I can't ride a horse anymore." ”