It only took half an hour for Duanmu Xuan and the others to return to Cambodia's territory, but it was not yet close, and he felt a faint uneasiness in his heart. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Standing at the bottom of the mountain and looking up, a puff of black smoke rose into the air, and a faint smell of burning came to the face, faintly mixed with a touch of blood.

Duanmu Xuan frowned, and rode a drunken chicken towards the checkpoint down the mountain, and when he saw the scene on the checkpoint, the whole person was stunned in place, and his face instantly darkened.

The newly built checkpoint was destroyed, the city gate was broken, and corpses hung on the city wall, and the red blood dripped to the ground, staining the city wall red.

Before Duanmu Xuan could speak, Guan Feng and the others had disappeared in place, and put down the corpses hanging on the city wall, according to Guan Feng's statistics, a total of eighty-nine brothers in the checkpoint died, all of them died without a body, and the death was terrifying.

"Back to the cottage." Duanmu Xuan was shocked in his heart, and hurriedly rode a drunken chicken towards the cottage quickly.

When Duanmuxuan and others returned to the cottage, the scene here was even more tragic, the blood in the village was full of blood, the stumps were everywhere, and all the old and young sons died.

The white-haired old man was lying in a pool of blood, with many wounds on his body, and his hand was still tightly holding a young man, whose cheeks were covered with tears, and he frowned tightly when he died, revealing a painful expression, and his childish face was covered with bloodstains.

On an open flat ground, a dozen women lay on the ground, all disheveled, their faces full of fear, and some even staring at the sky with their eyes open, their eyes empty.

One by one, middle-aged men, holding iron hoes, big knives fell to the ground, clenching the weapons in their hands with both hands, holding on to death, it can be imagined that before they died, in order to protect their homeland, they tried their best and sacrificed their lives.

Smoke and fire broke out here, the tiled houses were burned to ashes, black smoke was emitted, and there was a river of blood here, even after two days, the blood mist that filled the air had not yet dissipated, and a faint smell of blood rushed to the face.

Duanmu Xuan's face was expressionless, looking at the scene around him, but the hands holding the handle of the knife were clenched very tightly, very tightly, and the green tendons jumped violently.

Guan Feng and the others also looked at each other, shocked by the scene in front of them, and their faces were extremely ugly.

"Who the hell did it, get out of here!" Zhang Xingcai roared loudly and said angrily.

Guan Feng turned into an afterimage and swept towards the periphery of the cottage.

The drunken chicken chose to be silent, a pair of bony corns, looked around carefully, faintly smelled a familiar and unfamiliar smell, and finally set his eyes on the courtyard to the north.

"Haha...... This is retribution, dare to bully this king, even God can't tolerate you, haha...... Well dead, deserved to die. Cao Lu was thrown off his back by a drunken chicken, pressed his broken arm with one hand, looked at Duanmu Xuan, and smiled hideously.

Duanmu Xuan Huo Ran turned his head, looked at Cao Lu with cold eyes, held the Fengming knife with a cold face, and walked towards Cao Lu step by step.

"What do you want to do? Do you want to kill me? Come on, kill me, don't you try to get a diamond from my father. Cao Lu didn't have a trace of fear, but looked at Duanmu Xuan with sarcastic eyes, and said with a smile.

Duanmu Xuan came to Cao Lu and said coldly: "You overestimate the value of your existence. ”

As soon as the words fell, Cao Lu suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and before he could react, Duanmu Xuan's Fengming knife had already been wiped towards his neck.

Laugh at!

The blood was like a fountain, splashing high and spilling all over the ground, the hot head rolled to the ground, and Duanmu Xuan didn't even look at him.

"King!"

An extremely faint voice came from not far away.

"Xiao Feng!" As soon as Duanmu Xuan turned around, he saw Xiao Feng lying in a pool of blood, lowering his eyes, tremblingly reaching out and shouting at him.

"What the hell is going on?" Duanmu Xuan hurriedly helped Xiao Feng up and asked.

"Yes...... "When Xiao Feng saw Duanmu Xuan, a faint smile appeared on his face, his white teeth were stained red with blood, and his pale lips had completely lost their blood.......

The moment he spoke, he coughed dryly, spit out a large piece of blood from his mouth, splashed on Duanmu Xuan's body, and then fainted.

Duanmu Xuan didn't care about the blood stains on his body, carried Xiao Feng into the courtyard, and after settling down, he continued to look for other survivors.

The old man Li was still found in his courtyard, lying on the bed, his eyes closed, unconscious, and there were no obvious knife wounds on his body, but a pair of old faces were wrinkled together, revealing a painful expression.

In the evening, Duanmu Xuan settled all the more than 200 surviving villagers, and personally treated the wounds and bandages on their bodies.

"The King...... It's useless to be an old slave...... I didn't protect the cottage for you, I'm sorry for the dead villagers. Old man Li was the first to wake up, and when he saw Duanmu Xuan, he immediately cried bitterly.

"It's the king who came back late." Duanmu Xuan said in a deep voice.

After Old Man Li's description, Duanmuxuan learned that on the third day after he left the cottage, Lin Kun, the owner of the Yingou Village, led his troops to kill all the villagers in the village.

The cultivators in the village did not take their lives, but chose to abolish their cultivation.

For a cultivator, being deposed is even more painful than taking their life.

As for the women in the village, none of them were spared, and all of them were ruined by the bandits of the gutter village, and finally died.

When Duanmu Xuan heard this, his face turned pale, and his hands were constantly clenched, making a "pop" sound.

Late at night......

A figure shuttled back and forth in the cottage, he carried a corpse to the back mountain of Cambodia, the dark night, the dead cottage, a gust of wind swept by, taking away a little smell of blood here.

Until dawn, Duanmuxuan buried all the villagers in the village, hundreds of graves, all of which he dug with his own hands, and set up a tombstone at the front of the graves.

On the huge tombstone, there are three big characters engraved "Hero Monument".

For Duanmuxuan, they will always be Cambodia's heroes, irreplaceable heroes!

The morning sun rises, the golden light dyes everything pale yellow, and in the depths of the mountains, there are bursts of birdsong, and the forest is flying, which looks vibrant, but in Cambodia, there is a dead silence.

Duanmu Xuan stood in front of the tombstone, with a serious face, and then, with a wave of the Fengming knife, he cut his fingertips, and said cautiously: "I, Duanmu Xuan, swear with blood, your hatred, I will definitely let the gutter village double the repayment, and kill Lin Kun's old thief with my own hands!" ”

"If I can't do it, I won't be a human being!"

Duanmu Xuan's voice, like thunder entering the world, rumbled, echoing throughout Cambodia for a long time.