Zhang Xiaowu came to his senses at this time, he regained his composure, and planned in his mind how to kill these people, the Tatars thought that he only had a wooden stick as a weapon, but in fact his blade was a short knife tied to his leg. Taking advantage of their confusion, Zhang Xiaowu quietly pulled out his short knife from his trouser leg, untied all the ropes, and then aimed at the bow and arrow of a Tartar, he scurried over and grabbed the short bow and quiver, and then turned on his horse in one more step.

The Wuhuan people and the Tatars turned around, and saw that the Han people actually shot their war horses in a hurry, and the war horses fled in fright, and led the other war horses, and for a time the horses scattered and fled. Everyone hurried to stop their horses, and when they saw the Han man riding their horses, they hurriedly dispersed.

Although they didn't kill Inuyi, they didn't have time to gather their horses, so they picked up their weapons and chased after them. Zhang Xiaowu rode his horse forward slowly, so that the dogs could see him but not catch him. The dogs chased for more than two miles, and one by one they gasped for breath and couldn't run, but at this time, they saw that the Han general suddenly turned his horse's head and killed him again.

The hatred of killing his wife is not shared, how can he Zhang Xiaowu let go of these dogs, but he wasted their leg strength and made them exhausted so that they could be killed by him.

Inu Yi never expected this Han man to kill back, and immediately overjoyed, screaming and rushing forward, Zhang Xiaowu opened his bow and shot, thanks to the nearly 10,000 bows and arrows he shot when he held on to Tucheng, so that he quickly became a master of archery from a person who was confused with archery, maybe this master has to add quotation marks, but it is enough to face this group of Tartars who do not know how to avoid.

"Whoosh!"

An arrow hits a Tartar.

"Whoosh!"

Another arrow hit a Tartar.

"Whoosh! Sou! Whoosh—"

When the four Tartars fell to the ground, everyone realized that the Han people in front of them were not ordinary people, but archery masters, and that the ten of them were not enough to stuff their teeth, and they provoked a person who should not be provoked. Seeing this, the Wuhuan man immediately turned around and ran, seeing that the leader ran first, and the rest of the Tartar people collapsed, they also turned around and ran, exposing a large part of their backs to Zhang Xiaowu.

Zhang Xiaowu rode his horse slowly, not anxious or anxious, none of the enemies could run, he liked to shoot people in the back the most, and those people didn't even have a chance to dodge.

"Whoosh-"

"Whoosh-"

Two more Tartars died.

Finally, these people realized that they couldn't escape, so they killed again, Zhang Xiaowu sneered, continued to shoot arrows, and shot those who dared to fight back to death one by one. In the end, only the Wuhuan man with the cross sword in his hand stared at him in horror, as if the person in front of him was a god of death, only he harvested the souls of others, but others could not resist at all.

Zhang Xiaowu touched the quiver, but there were no arrows, spit at the mouth, jumped off the horse, pulled out the arrow from the corpse of a Tartar man, re-led it on the bowstring, and aimed it at the Wuhuan man.

The Wuhuan man suddenly screamed, raised the cross sword high, Zhang Xiaowu aimed at the man's head and was about to shoot an arrow, but saw the Wuhuan man kneeling on the ground with a plop, holding the cross sword with both hands, and lowered his head to show surrender.

It's really a punch on the cotton, Zhang Xiaowu thought that the leader was a hard bone, but he didn't expect it to be softer than the root of his ears. He stepped forward, took the cross sword, and glanced at the white young man in front of him. I don't know if I don't see it, I almost die of anger when I see it, but the handsome Wuhuan man in front of him actually looks like a young version of Tom Cruise. Okay, no matter how hard Brother Tom is, he is still filming "Mission Impossible 6" in his fifties, and he didn't even have to be a stand-in to complete the jumping stunt and fell into a fracture.

The little "Brother Tom" raised his head and showed a flattering smile, Zhang Xiaowu thought of Yin Jiu'er who committed suicide by throwing himself into the river, and he was angry in his heart, and he swung his sword and cut off his head.

Even if he killed all the enemies, Zhang Xiaowu did not have a trace of turmoil in his heart, people cannot be resurrected after death, and those who are gone are gone. He stepped on the fine sand and looked at the turbulent Jialan River from afar, thinking of the bits and pieces of the past seven days, and Jiu'er's delicate stubbornness, he suddenly knelt by the river and howled.

When I cried in my last life, it was my parents who had a car accident, and when I cried in this life, I was a dead wife.

The fall of Tucheng and the death of Pao Ze in battle are far less than the death of his wife, and he has been in confusion when he comes to this terrible world. And when he first woke up, he fled with Jiu'er, fleeing all the way, imagining the future all the way. Neither of them talks about the past, about the death and hatred of their loved ones, they just want a new life. But the new life dealt him a heavy blow, telling him that your happiness is a luxury, and the cruel present is life.

"Zhang Xiaowu, I was born as a member of your Zhang family, and I died as a ghost of your Zhang family, you remember it for me, your wife is called Yin Jiu'er."

"Boom—"

With a thunderclap, the first spring rain finally came late, Zhang Xiaowu couldn't cry, but retched. He sat by the river and stared at the water, unconsciously soaked with moisture, he sat confused and numb, and finally found that the river was slowly submerging to his ankles.

The Jialan River is rising.

For several days, the idea of protecting Yin Jiu'er has supported him, but now that Jiu'er is gone, the four fields are vast, where is his own place, and he even has an urge to commit suicide by throwing himself into the river and going to Huangquan with Yin Jiu'er. But as an adult with a mental age of thirty-four, he regained his senses and walked back to the recess of the embankment. Where they were hiding last night, there was an oilcloth bag on the ground, and it was the only piece of bread left between the two of them.

"Unless we really run out of food, we will eat this bread, this is our last food."

The little bride likes to hoard food for emergencies, like an industrious squirrel.

The river was about to fill the embankment, Zhang Xiaowu picked up the dough cake, hid it in his arms as a treasure, he faced the river and said: "Jiu'er, I'm leaving, you are a member of my Zhang family, life is the Zhang family, death is the ghost of the Zhang family." With that, he picked up a spear from the ground, turned on his horse, and headed west.

The rain poured down, drenching him and his horse inside and out, and unconsciously making him dizzy. Touching his forehead, he realized that he had burned badly, and found a forest in the rain to hide.

There was a skin bag hanging on the horse, and after Zhang Xiaowu untied it, it was actually liquor and jerky, and he couldn't help but feel happy in his heart, he drank a few sips of spirits, and ate dried meat to dispel the cold on his body. Within a few days, he finally had salt, and although the salt in the tartar was a little bitter, the salt in his mouth gave him a little more strength.

The rain came and went as fast as it came and went, and it stopped in less than half an hour, and then the sun came out, and the sun shone again on the wasteland, and the fragrance of plants and trees wafted in the air. Looking at the sparkling and quiet grassland in the distance, Zhang Xiaowu's depressed heart gradually relaxed, and when he turned around, he was so angry that the horse he snatched actually ran away by himself.

"Sure enough, it's either your own horse, it's disloyal." Zhang Xiaowu scolded from afar, probably having a fever again, he was chilled all over, and he couldn't lift up a little strength.

Now he did not know where to go, but he knew that it was noon and the sun was in the south, so he headed south. I don't know how long he walked, he felt more and more weak, and when he saw that it was getting dark, he said to himself, could it be that I am going to die? There seemed to be a slender figure of a girl in front of him, and the girl beckoned to him and said, "Brother Xiaowu, come here, I'm here." ”

Zhang Xiaowu walked forward numbly, not even knowing if he was walking south, and in the dark night, I don't know how long, Zhang Xiaowu actually stumbled into a small poplar forest. He sat under the tree, stretched out his hand, and actually touched a skull, and was suddenly shocked into a cold sweat, and his mind actually sobered up. He took out the last piece of bread from his bosom, and the already hard bread was already soft after being soaked in the rain.

"It should be Jiu'er who let me eat it, let's live."

He nibbled on the bread, but in his heart he felt the pain of a blunt knife cutting meat, and the whole body was in hot pain.

"Wu Huan, my enmity with you has added another stroke!" Zhang Xiaowu ate all the bread, his body regained his strength, and his mind cleared up a lot.

"Hey! Sarashah! ”

On the other side of the birch forest, there was a foreign voice, and Zhang Xiaowu hurriedly touched the source of the sound. Through the needles of the birch forest, Zhang Xiaowu saw a faint firelight in the distance, and heard the neighing of war horses in the wind and the wailing of wounded soldiers, not knowing whether they were friends or foes behind the trees.