A sword light flew out, and several of the enemy fell from their horses.

"Wow." The little soldier was dumbfounded, and his words were a little unfavorable: "This, this is, the divine soldier, the divine soldier descended from the sky!" ”

There was no threat in front of him, and the little soldier trotted over: "It turns out that you are a master!" "No wonder the temper behaves so strangely!

I often hear people say that the more talented people are, the more different their thinking is from ordinary people. Maybe there are some people who are arrogant and arrogant, which also stems from this confidence.

The move used by the swordsman was already in a state of putting his body at the end of the crossbow. At this time, he only felt that the scene in front of him was blurring little by little, his legs were weak, and the whole person fell directly to the ground.

This frightened the little soldier with an expectant face, and thought it was a divine soldier descending from the sky, but he didn't expect it to be just a return to the light.

The little soldier took a deep breath and picked up the swordsman, the smell of blood on his body was so strong that he couldn't help retching.

"Ahh The right leg bent inward, and it turned out to be an arrow into the calf, and the blood was gushing out.

The soldier bit his lip, and could only slowly move the center of gravity of his body to his left leg, and when would he be able to return to the battlefield to fight side by side with his comrades?

He looked back, and the yellow sand under the sky was no longer the earthy yellow of the earth, but yellow mixed with dark red bloodstains.

And this bloodstain is not only the comrades-in-arms who fought side by side with him, but also the enemy soldiers who want to invade the rivers and mountains.

"I can only send you here, whether it is life or death, you can ask for more blessings." The little soldier with his right leg looked down at the unconscious swordsman.

At this moment, he had tried to think many times, in the face of a cruel death, whether he would rise up and resist, or give up and wait for the final end of his life. But it was really at this second that he realized that all the ideas were unrealistic.

At this moment, he was calm for no reason, and he couldn't be shocked at all. In this world, no one can help anyone, and no one can save anyone. Just like the red-haired man in front of him, he couldn't save his life.

He turned around and joined the battle, this scene was something they didn't expect, they didn't expect that this group of barbarians would actually chase after the desert.

Moreover, there were so many people that they came in unison from all directions, and they were already exhausted and demoralized, and it seemed natural that they could not resist.

The soldier took a red tassel spear from the hand of his dead comrade and stared at the opponent's team as strong as a city wall.

Instead of living in humiliation, it is better to fight hard and die with confidence. Otherwise, if he goes down to the eighteenth layer of hell, he will look down on himself.

The red tassel spear made a beautiful arc in the air, and he actually picked out an enemy from a horse, and almost at the same moment, I don't know how many cold, hard sharp objects plunged into his chest.

This heart-rending pain was only for a moment, and the little soldier could feel the hot blood in his body slowly cooling, and his consciousness gradually became blurred. It seems that all that is left is a faint smell of blood on the tip of the nose.

It didn't take long for the enemy to slaughter all of them to death.

"General, there's another one over there." I don't know which sharp-eyed person noticed the existence of the swordsman: "But, it doesn't seem to be their person." ”

The implication is that it is better to let him go. When they are soldiers, they will only fight with the enemy's soldiers, and they will not kill indiscriminately.

He thought so, but unfortunately, the general in heavy armor didn't think so, and his voice was cold, without a trace of warmth: "It's better to kill a thousand by mistake than to let go of one." ”

"But......" The man hesitated.

The general glanced at him, left only four words, and turned the horse's head: "This is a military order." ”

"Yes!" A few soldiers at the front of the line responded to the road. Military orders are like mountains, and they must not disobey them. This is what I learned on the first day I came to the barracks, and there is no reason to live more and more.

The fine sand rolled limply under the friction of the boots, and several people walked to the side of the swordsman.

"I'm sorry." , The sword light and sword shadow flashed in front of the swordsman's face, and the red liquid immediately splashed out a few feet high.

Is it all over? There are many intertwined lights and shadows, as if they have experienced four seasons of clouds, rain and rain, wind and snow, and many years have passed.

When the swordsman opened his eyes again, there was no yellow sand in the sky, and there was no mournful wail.

"Hmm!" With a splitting headache, the swordsman clenched his hand into a fist and smashed it the back of his head.

When the effect of external force can temporarily cover the temporary pain, the swordsman noticed the scene around him.

It's coming out of the mirror! "Whew!" He couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, how did the pain in his body seem to be a blessing in disguise, and the pain was reduced a lot.

He lifted his cuffs and looked at them carefully for a while, and it really was. That is the traces left by fine iron, if there is no stunt of free life, I am afraid that after a few months, there will be no great improvement.

But what kind of treasure is this mirror? There is also this kind of function. Thinking like this, the swordsman couldn't help but touch his fingers on the smooth mirror surface again.

It was as if the breeze was blowing through the water, and the mirror rippled, and after a moment of dizziness, he stopped again in the world of the mirror.

"Oops!" The swordsman beat his chest in frustration, knowing that it was a strange mirror, how could he be tricked again.

"Brother!" One of the departing enemy soldiers suddenly looked back and saw the swordsman who had come to his senses, and couldn't help but call out to his companions in some panic.

You saw him killed, huh? So how could he wake up with a big pool of blood stains on him? Moreover, it seems that this red-haired teenager is very lively.

"How?" The swordsman slowly stood up leaning on the cart on his back, feeling inexplicably a little angry, "You still want to run after killing someone?" ”

In fact, he knows that all this is just a false illusion, and even to put it bluntly, everything he sees and experiences is just his own demons.

"Demon, demon, he's a demon!" The dwarf flinched and hid directly behind the person he called his brother.

"If you kill someone, you have to pay a price." The fish intestine sword was unsheathed, and before the swordsman's words fell, several soldiers were cut through their throats and knelt down in front of him.

"You must have fallen into the devil's path, right?" He looked up at the clouds on the horizon, and his mood did not become extraordinarily smooth, but depressed a lot.

However, even if he fell into the devil's path, he did not regret it. If he makes a choice again, he will still slash these villains who killed his people in the Tang Dynasty like this.

"You're doing a great job." The woman with long red hair walks and sways.

"I don't need you to preach." The swordsman glanced at her and said angrily, "You'd better tell me, where did you get my friends?" ”

No decision was right or wrong, and he never needed to be judged.