Fresh lives quietly disappeared in the mountains and forests.

When the rest of the people became alert, they were powerless to prevent the final fate.

The elusive devil keeps creating fear with blood.

Not knowing where the enemy was, the usual sharp bows and arrows, scimitars, became useless, and they lost the possibility of escape.

Because there are no war horses, it is too deep into the forest.

The four people who finally gathered together kept shouting the names of their companions and cursing the despicable adversary, but there was no response in the secluded jungle.

They all knew what it meant, but they were still trying to find a companion, and even a broken corpse might add some comfort and confidence to them.

But...... There were no corpses, no terrible screams, and the familiar sounds of fighting, as if everyone had suddenly disappeared.

The brave and brutal warrior, in such a strange duel, quickly lost his courage and soon drowned in fear and despair.

They gathered together, no longer daring to disperse, and the strange mountains and forests, like the legendary devil who devoured flesh and blood, were opening their bloody mouths to them.

The instinct to survive, so that they made a quick and wise decision, fled in the direction of the mountain, and at such a time, the dignity of the warrior no longer meant anything to them.

The sound of hurried footsteps, heavy wheezing, and the howl of wolves in the distance added a little horror to this mountain and forest chase.

Suddenly, a figure burst out in the grass, and before the fleeing people could react, the figures staggered, and one of them clutched his throat and fell to the ground.

The first few people turned around when they heard the sound and stumbled back, only to see their companions whose necks were cut and their hands and feet were unconsciously twitching.

The leader roared angrily, and his fierce eyes roamed around, but he could not find any trace of the enemy.

One of the pale fellows, as if choked by the throat by a demon, finally broke down with reason, and suddenly shouted wildly, turned around and ran.

So, the next sacrifice appeared, and by the time the other two companions caught up with him, he had turned into a cold corpse.

Silent killing, ruthless and cold-blooded hunters, let this mountain forest be shrouded in the shadow of death.

The forest gradually darkened, and the alien man, who was already alone, finally crawled to the edge of the mountain forest, and even saw the bonfire at the foot of the mountain.

His face was dripping with blood, it was the mark left on his face by the enemy's momentary assault, a deep wound that could be seen to the bone, and in that moment, he brushed shoulders with death and survived, not because of how brave and clever he was, but because he was lucky enough to stumble on the ground.

It also let him know that the enemy is not invincible, nor is it some ghost that comes and goes without a trace, but in this mountain forest, he has no possibility of defeating the other party.

The alien man who survived the catastrophe, just like the young man who fled before saw the mountains and forests in the distance, the meaning of the bonfire in his eyes is the same.

The big man opened his dry mouth, trying to summon his companion to come up and answer.

But the voice choked violently in his throat, and he suddenly turned his head to look behind him, the shadow of the enemy was reflected in his eyes, and his throat was cold, and the big man's eyes widened to the limit, and his strong and powerful arms were raised, grabbing the opponent's shoulders, but he no longer had the strength to tear the enemy in front of him apart as usual.

With endless unwillingness, the big man slowly fell to the ground.

Li Po threw away the dagger that had been stained with blood and sat down on the ground exhausted.

Fighting, fleeing, fighting, this day was very exciting, and it almost consumed all his strength, but in the end, it was still him who won, in this chaotic place, a strong will is indispensable, and he, now seems to have nothing, but the most lacking, in fact, is such a will.

This is really a person who is not as good as grass, Li Po looked at the clear starry sky, calming the murderous aura that was still boiling in his chest.

Now, his hands are once again stained with blood, and his eyes are burning like ghost fire in the darkness, like a dead man struggling out of hell, fierce and terrifying.

When he looked at the campfire at the foot of the mountain, his eyes narrowed, and in the dark, it was as if death had smiled appreciatively at him again.

And Li Po finally got the reward, he found an unusually sharp short blade on the waist of the Great Han, which can largely symbolize a person's status in the tribe, and it is also the favorite of the warriors of the Hu and Han tribes in the North.

However, Li Po still muttered, poor ghost.

Because until now, he hadn't found anything yellow and white from these guys, which should be an essential thing on his way south.

As night fell, the two guys around the campfire, although they were anxiously waiting, could not stop the milk wine they brought from pouring into their mouths.

They were drunk, but they didn't know that danger had come to them along with the night.

The brief killing, as had happened in the forest, the restless neighing of the horses, and a faint smell of blood wafted from the campfire.

Li Po dragged his tired body a little, led a war horse, and left the range of the bonfire.

He did not go far, and found a leeward place at the foot of the mountain to rest on for the night.

The wind at night was very cold, but Li Po slept peacefully.

Early the next morning, full of spirits, he mounted his war horse and went back to the stockade.

The robbers had already left, they had lost their leaders, they had not gained much, and they had lost many young warriors, and the situation they faced this winter was much more difficult than that of Li Po.

After searching around the smoky stockade, Li Po finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Those bastards had not yet degenerated to the point of cannibalism, leaving behind the corpses of three old soldiers, which was a relatively civilized practice in the steppe, showing their respect for those who died in battle.

But that's not all, it's a place abandoned by civilization.

The overt and covert game between the two great powers has made this a place where savages are rampant, and too much warmth is never allowed.

Li Po doesn't have much nostalgia for this, he is tired of the wind and snow on the grassland and the difficult life, and the only place that makes him feel good no longer exists.

A few veterans could no longer pat him on the shoulder, praise him for his progress in riding and archery, and no longer be able to talk about some wonderful stories from the past.

Li Po dug a pit not far from the stockade and buried the three old soldiers here, and by the way, buried the bits and pieces of the past five years.

He's leaving here to go to the Great Sui in the south to witness the wonderful world there.

Although, he knows, the south is not a good place now, and it should not be far from the war season when the heroes are competing for deer