Fire, it's red!

Blood, it's red!

The sky, too, is red!

The earth is also red!

It seemed that everything in the heavens and the earth was dyed red, and in the midst of the red, the earth trembled, and it was the sound of the hooves of horses galloping, and the sound of wanton laughter and the desperate roar of the people.

This is that?

What happened?

What's wrong?

Questions like these rolled in Zhu Mingzhong's mind, and between the red heaven and earth, he found that he couldn't move at all. The boundless red, like blood, poured over, thick, and thick, blocking his eyes, nose, and mouth, so that he could not scream, or even breathe, he tried to leave this world, but the red tong was unwilling to let him go, sticking to him, pulling him, and not giving him the slightest chance to escape.

Suddenly, at this moment, a loud bang sounded in his ears, a roar of despair like a flood.

"Kill the Tartars!"

In the midst of that deafening roar, he saw rag-clad men rushing past him with knives in their hands and spears in their hands, and then rushing forward, their expressions so desperate, and their eyes still with tears.

In the next moment, the earth trembled, and in that red tong, rushed out a burst of cavalry on horseback, the cavalry on horseback howled and pulled the bow and arrow in his hand, and shot the bow, after a rain of arrows, those ragged people fell, but the people behind were still moving forward, and the bow and arrow could not stop people's footsteps.

Finally, the two torrents collided, and in the next moment, the originally red sky turned blood-red, and in that blood-red, people and riders seemed to have changed, becoming blurred and different, just like the same red dazzling picture was displayed there, and the wisp of red seemed to slowly disappear.

"The capital of Yao, the soil of Shun, the seal of Yu."

At this moment, Zhu Mingzhong heard a childish child's voice in his ears, and in the red tong, one by one the young men walked out of the red tong, their hands were bladeless, but their eyes were resolute, just chanting this song "Water Adjustment Bow Boat", walking towards the blood red.

"No, don't go ......"

Zhu Mingzhong opened his mouth to stop these teenagers and stop these children, but he found that he couldn't shout at all, those children in Confucian costumes walked forward, and at this time, in the red world, except for the sound of hooves, some were just the immature children's voices of the teenagers.

"There should be in the middle, a half-shameful ......"

At this moment, a red horse jumped out of the blood-red ink dazzling, and the person on the horseback was blood-red, and he couldn't see his face clearly, only to see his blade pointing forward, and then a roar.

"Wait for the shave!"

A simple sentence echoed like thunder in the heavens and the earth.

"Thousands of miles are as bloody as promised, the eternal heroic souls are here, and the majestic will pass."

The immature voice responded with a sentence, and at this time, the knife in the red rider's hand cut through the sky and slashed at the young man, and a blood red sprayed from the young man's neck, and more red horses and red horses gushed out blood red, and the unyielding young man was instantly submerged in that blood red.

In the increasingly blurred blood red, from time to time there was wanton laughter and excited howls, but the sound was always muffled by the immature child's voice.

"Why do you need to ask, Heri is from the middle."

"No...... No! ”

Roaring a roar that only he could hear, Zhu Mingzhong tried to stop all this, but he found that he couldn't stop it at all, finally, the sound stopped, and he was already in tears and saw that in the blood red, a piece of water flowed to his feet, the water was red and a little sticky!

The sea-like water rose slowly, like a rising tide, red water, glowing with a strange luster, slowly passing his feet and knees, and then he smelled a strong smell of blood.

It's blood!

When the blood was above his knees, he saw the corpse floating with the blood, the face of a weak-crowned young man, his eyes that were once full of innocence stared directly at Zhu Mingzhong, staring directly at him, as if they were asking him what choice he should make.

At this time, Zhu Mingzhong couldn't even look directly at the pressure in those eyes, let alone face the tragedy in front of him.

And wait for the shave?

Then

The sound of hooves sounded again, raised his head, Zhu Mingzhong saw a red horse, on the back of the horse was a cavalryman with red armor, red clothes, and red face, and even the eyes were red, the knife in his hand was also red, with a smug smile on his face, suddenly, as if he had discovered Zhu Mingzhong, he pointed the knife in his hand forward, and the red eyes forced Zhu Mingzhong, at this moment, Zhu Mingzhong didn't even dare to meet his gaze.

"It's down! It's death! ”

As if in a Peking opera, the blade pointed directly at Zhu Mingzhong.

It seemed that all the sounds in heaven and earth had disappeared, and Zhu Mingzhong stared at the knife, and a drop of blood from the tip of the knife dripped into the sea of knee-deep blood.

"Tick!"

The crisp sound of water droplets clearly reached Zhu Mingzhong's ears, he raised his head, and looked directly at the enemy of the red horse and red helmet and red blade with unyielding eyes, and at this moment, he made a decision.

A smile appeared on his face, and a sentence came out of his throat.

"Why do you need to ask, Heri is from the middle."

When the words fell, Zhu Mingzhong saw it, saw the blade swing, slashed a red light in the red tong, and slashed towards his head.

"Ah......h

Suddenly stood up, Zhu Mingzhong's hand touched his neck tightly.

The head is still there!

After a moment of confusion, he realized that the red tong was just a dream.

But the dream was so real!

Khan had already soaked the thin Han clothes on his body, and he looked around with palpitations, this is the ...... Looking at the dim cabin and the arm-thick wooden bar, coupled with the thick sour smell......

What's more, the sharp pain coming from the swollen cheeks made Zhu Mingzhong instantly understand his situation, yes, he was put in prison.

Breathing in the turbid air full of sour smell, Zhu Mingzhong couldn't help but complain.

In particular, online novels are all deceitful, as soon as the spirit of the king is dispersed after the crossing, there will be famous ministers and fierce generals competing with each other, and as soon as a good plan comes out, it can be sighed by the ancients as guests.

When it was their turn, their good plan was not come out, not only was they accused of being spies, but their faces were swollen with scabbards...... Palm!

It's not a slap, it's a scabbard, it's necessary to be so ruthless!

"Hell, novels are all lies...... Ouch"

The sharp pain in his cheeks made Zhu Mingzhong almost cry.

"Damn...... It hurts me to death."

By the light that came through the hatch, he could see his surroundings clearly—the bilge, the prison, where he was waiting for someone to cut off his head.

This fate is bitter!

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