In the winter of the third year of Xuanhe of the Great Song Dynasty, the northwest border, Qinzhou!

The climate in the northwest border in winter is extremely harsh, and the cold wind is like a sharp knife, coming at the face, and the skin of the person who cuts it hurts.

Huge snowflakes fluttered in the sky and fell on the ground, and the snow on the ground was half a foot thick.

A team trudged through the snow and wind.

More than a dozen of them, dressed in thick animal skins, with rough and ugly faces, scimitars in their hands and bows and arrows tied around their waists, rode horses and laughed wildly in the snow.

Behind them, a group of people followed, their ragged clothes, their faces sallow, and their eyes numb to see no hope for life.

The procession was moving slowly, their hands and feet bound together with ropes, and they were slowly moving through the cold snow.

This is a team of Qiang tribes who came to the border of the Great Song Dynasty to fight the grass valley, they took advantage of the cold climate in winter, the border army of the Great Song Dynasty was in the cat winter, too lazy to patrol the border, brazenly entered the Kou, killed I don't know how many innocent Han people.

Now that they had plundered enough, they took with enough loot for their winter, as well as captured Han slaves, to leave the Great Song and return to their tribes.

"Hahaha, Harbard has made a lot of money this time, and you must have gained a lot by breaking the Zhuangzi of a Han landlord."

"Of course, although those Han people are as weak as lambs, they are extremely rich, and I will never forget the feeling of a scimitar slashing through the neck of a Han person."

The hideous man with a scar on his face laughed wildly unscrupulously.

"Haha, with a light stroke of the scimitar, their heads will fall off, and the blood will be spurted high, hahahaha......"

"No, no, no, those Han children, it's fun to kill, and the head of the past is split open to him from the middle, and the snow-white brain is mixed with blood, which is simply the most beautiful picture in the world."

Someone next to him chimed in.

"No, no, no, in my opinion, the best thing about the Han people is their women, whose skin is as smooth as satin, hahahaha...... Honestly, I almost died in my bed. ”

Someone said with a lewd smile.

The faces of the Han people who were strung together with ropes showed angry expressions, but they dared to be angry but did not dare to speak, because these Qiang people were murderous without blinking.

They can only listen to these Qiang people talking wantonly about the pleasure of abusing and killing their family members, raping/adultery/wife, and they can't do anything.

Among these Han people, there is one person who stands out like a firefly at night.

Compared with others, Chen Yan's clothes are quite decent, his face is handsome and elegant, although his face is covered with dust and blood, and he looks extremely embarrassed, but he still can't hide his extremely outstanding temperament.

It's just that his eyes are dull and confused, like a fool!

Suddenly, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky.

With a boom, a huge muffled thunder resounded throughout the world, and at this moment, the confusion and sluggishness in Chen Yan's eyes all disappeared, replaced by clarity and contemplation.

", it's thundering, scare Lao Tzu."

"Hahaha, Harbard didn't expect you, a man on the prairie, to be afraid of thunder."

"That's it, Habard, you can't be infected by a cowardly Han lamb!"

“……”

Chen Yan's body in the team suddenly trembled, and large tears welled up in his eyes.

He is Chen Yan, an ordinary college student Chen Yan in the 21st century, and Chen Yan, the stupid son of the landlord's family during the Xuanhe period of the Great Song Dynasty.

After a thunderclap in the sky, he crossed over, fusing together not only the memories of two lives, but also the emotions of two lives, and the picture of his parents and relatives being brutally killed by the Qiang people appeared in front of his eyes.

emerged that he was a fool since he was a child, but instead of being disliked by his parents, he was also taken care of meticulously.

The picture of his parents still trying to protect themselves before being brutally killed by these Qiang bandits surfaced.

The corpses of his parents were humiliated, whipped, and even eaten by these Qiang robbers.

……

These images appeared in front of his eyes frame after frame!

An unspeakable sadness, anger, hatred, murderous intent drowned out his reason.

"Ahhh You executioners, I will kill you all. ”

Chen Yan shouted with red eyes and gritted teeth facing those Qiang people.

However, his angry roar was completely ignored, and those Qiang people looked at Chen Yan playfully, and the leader at the head let out a wanton laugh.

"Hahaha, do Han lambs also know how to be angry?"

"It's really funny that the weak Han people dare to bare their teeth at us."

"I'm going to drag him to death on a war horse! Kill this lowly Han Chinese slave. ”

"Kill this Han lamb and prove your prowess to us."

“……”

All the Qiang people were coaxing to kill Chen Yan, and Hubbard smiled fiercely when he heard this, and the expression on his face looked extremely cruel and bloodthirsty.

He raised his scimitar, clamped his legs between the horse's belly, jumped out of the horse, and rushed towards Chen Yan.

"Kill, despicable Han slaves, go and die! I'm going to eat your brains and make wine glasses out of your heads, hahaha......"

It's just that at this moment, a crisp sound of a bowstring suddenly sounded in the distance, and sharp arrows pierced the sky, dazzling like meteors.

Shout~!

Poof!

A sharp arrow pierced Habard's throat.

Hubbard's eyes widened, his pupils filled with disbelief, the expression on his face froze instantly, blood dripping down the shaft of the arrow, staining the ground with bewitching plum blossoms.

His body fell limply, and he fell from the horse, and fell to the ground with a pop, and there was no more life.

"Ahh

Chen Yan felt a rush of blood rushing to his head, and his body suddenly rushed forward, pounced on the ground, and held Habad's scimitar in his hand.

With a strong swing, the rope that bound his hands and feet broke in two, and he looked at the Qiang people with blood-colored eyes.

Those Qiang people didn't care about Chen Yan's lamb, and their eyes looked in the direction where the sharp arrows were shot, and let out an exclamation.

"Damn, Hubbard is dead."

"Who attacked us?"

"Hubbard is killed, avenge him!"

“……”