Snow.

A snowflake falls on the tip of the iron gun.

Is it God's mercy that it is snowing in the sky? Still trying to cover up the evidence of his ruthlessness.

The tip of the gun pointed to the place of the ghost, where it was hell on earth, Zhang Zhen had imagined countless pictures in his mind, and he had tried his best to restrain the anger in his heart, but until this moment, he didn't know how miserable the people here were under the butcher's knife of the Wuhuan cavalry. (What a miserable omission of this paragraph, I can't bear to mention the pen.) ）

"Human breast." Two words instantly filled the whole brain.

What is human breast, dry food made from human flesh.

Zhang Zhen's mind is blank now, the four words of anger are no longer enough to write the anger in his heart, he just wants to kill people, and only with the blood of the Wuhuan people can he extinguish this sky-high anger.

"Whew..." The desolate wolf's voice resounded in the sky, and the green wolf under his crotch seemed to understand, and it came in an instant, he was only one person, because the militia behind him couldn't keep up at all, and the iron spear was like a tongue sticking out of hell, and every time it was stretched out, one person would be pulled into hell.

It's hell here, because it's not snow or blood that falls, they're all evil spirits who eat human flesh.

The iron spear danced not with a spear flower, but with a blood-like rose, which was bewitching and dazzling.

The Wuhuan cavalry finally fully reacted, roaring in unison, mingling, and splashing snow flying in all directions.

Zhang Zhen single-handedly rushed into the sea of corpses.

The iron spear, which had been stained red with blood, shone with a red light, and the sound of entering the flesh was so wonderful in my ears that I couldn't bear to interrupt it. He was bloody, but it wasn't enough, because he was intoxicated by this "natural sound".

Drunk lying on the battlefield smelling the sounds of the sky, a glass of wine is like blood and drinking alone.

It was only at this moment that the hundred and eight militiamen rushed desperately, and the purgatory-like scene in the world fell into a pair of red eyes, only anger, only bloodthirsty, everyone rushed up, without any mercy and just wanted to take off the hideous heads, these people deserve to die!

Eight hundred militiamen, although not as elite as these Wuhuan cavalry, but Zhang Zhen is at the forefront, like a ghost general crawling out of the sea of corpses and blood, every shot down, a Wuhuan cavalry will fall, the Wuhuan cavalry here is only five hundred elites, plus the eight hundred militia are desperate to kill, the Wuhuan cavalry is fierce, the fear of death envelops the entire sky, less than a stick of incense, all become part of this sea of corpses.

The corpses were all over the field, the blood flowed like a river, and none of the corpses of the Wuhuan cavalry were complete, and the snowflakes were fluttering and sprinkled, and they soon merged into the sea of blood, only the red on the ground was so dazzling.

This village, hundreds of villagers, are alive now, but there are only a handful of them, their relatives, all in this hell, except for the sound of the cold wind cutting through the heavens and the earth, no other sound can be heard. Everyone's heart seems to be pressed against a boulder weighing a thousand pounds.

Zhang Zhen killed the last person with one shot, and it wasn't until the last Wuhuan centurion was tortured and killed by him one shot at a time, that he slowly calmed down.

No one spoke, hundreds of militiamen stood quietly, they all looked at Zhang Zhen, and Zhang Zhen, who was sitting in the sea of blood in the mountain of corpses, held the iron gun inserted in hell with one hand, the head of the gun seemed to pierce the sky, and the blood beads on the gun seemed to be the blood of this thief, flowing along the body of the gun with snowflakes.

Looking at the hundreds of corpses in this hell, they are all people under the rule of the Han Dynasty, but now, they are all dead, and there is even the palm-sized baby, who came all the way, and I can't remember how many villages they were.

In just a few days, thousands of Han people have become the food in Wu Huan's mouth, these corpses keep attacking Zhang Zhen's heart, he has not seen dead people, and many people have died in Yuan Chengpo, but that is different.

The wind blew very strongly, blowing Zhang Zhen very uncomfortable, he slowly walked to the corpses, "poof" and fell to the ground on both knees, shaking all the militia, how heavy this kneeling was, pressing their legs unconsciously bent down.

"Puff, puff." The sound of kneeling on the ground was loud, there was the sound of kneeling on the swords, guns and armor colliding with gold and iron, there was the sound of kneeling on the blood and splashing water, and there was the sound of kneeling on the bones and rubbing the bones.

"I am also responsible for their deaths, if it weren't for my expulsion of aliens in Xuansu County, but killing aliens, maybe there would not have been such a result. I Zhang Zhen don't kneel to the sky or the ground, but, I owe them a kneel! ”

The cold snowflakes fell on Zhang Zhen's body, slowly melting into blood and water, and flowing into the land drop by drop. The three rings of "Woo Woo Woo" stirred up blood on the ground, his knees were already soaked with blood, and his eyes looked north, which was where there were Wuhuan people.

"Woohoo!" Eight hundred militiamen followed the three knocks, and no one could know their mood, and no one spoke, because everyone had a big mountain in their hearts, and they couldn't kick it.

"Brush" sound.

Zhang Zhen took out a Pu knife from his feet, slowly stood up, held the blade with his left hand, and slashed hard, the hot blood was like a spring, falling on the corpse drop by drop, looking at the sky and roaring: "Today, I, Zhang Zhen, swear with blood, as long as I don't die, I will slaughter all Wuhuan and leave no one behind!" ”

"Slaughter all the black huans, and leave no one behind!"

The sound resounded through the heavens and the earth, as if the cold wind between the heavens and the earth did not dare to meet its edge, which was the oath of hundreds of militiamen.

"Slaughter all the black huans, and leave no one behind!"

These eight words, one after another, all the militia melted their anger into the shout, at this moment, Zhang Zhen could clearly feel the invisible power.

On a low slope, looking down on this blood-colored world, if you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you wouldn't have imagined how tragic it was.

"Woohoo! Master, we're late. A teenager fell to his knees, his fist slamming wildly on the ground, blood stained his fist without realizing it.

"Woohoo." The fist was mixed with anger and unwillingness.

"Alas! If you shouldn't have brought you, follow me back to the mountain. Over the years, I have long been accustomed to life and death. "It's not that he's cold-blooded, it's just that he's a broken body, how much can one person kill? Thousand? Two thousand? It's so easy that Hu Lu has already been wiped out, and it won't be his turn. "When you can defeat as a teacher, in this world, where can you not go."

The old man patted his horse and slowly walked towards the west in the face of the falling snowflakes. The boy on the ground stood up in embarrassment, raised his blood-covered hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, and the blood flowed down his cheeks, as if it was not tears but blood. He knew that he couldn't do anything now, and he had to learn marksmanship from his master before he could ride a horse to the border when he was complete.

The young man looked at the back of the master leaving, as if he had aged ten years in one day. Turning around, he glanced at the general who was standing in the mountain of corpses covered in blood, he actually gave himself a knife, his voice was like a spring thunder explosion, and it could be heard clearly here. "Today, I, Zhang Zhen, swear with blood that as long as I don't die, I will slaughter all Wuhuan and leave no one behind!"

"Zhang Zhen." This name was deeply engraved in his heart, and he hoped that he would become such a general in the future. He is a hero, a true hero.

He looked at the snowflakes falling from the sky, and the snowflakes fell on his cheeks, and it was bitterly cold, but it melted, because it could not stop the blood in the young man's heart.

The boy is gone, out of hell.

The two figures disappeared into the snow, perhaps only the footprints on the ground knew they were coming. Soon the footprints were covered, however, and the snowflakes wiped out all traces.