With a "boom", a running rabbit fell in response, with a striking feathered arrow stuck in its neck impartially.

Mo Feng trotted over, skillfully pulled out the feather arrow, and put the rabbit into the bamboo basket on his back. Then he wiped the blood from the arrow and put the arrow into the quiver at his waist.

As he walked forward, he muttered in a low voice: "Today's luck is really bad, it's just some pheasants and rabbits and the like, and there is not even a big guy!" ”

Before he knew it, he had walked to the edge of the cliff, and looking at the slowly falling afterglow, Mo Feng put down the bamboo basket on his shoulder, sat down, and looked at the north with his eyes motionless and stunned.

Two years ago, his name was Feng Mo, an ordinary ordinary person, an editor at the History Book Publishing House. On the way home from work at the publishing house, he was in a car accident and was hit miserably; Then the soul crossed over, crossed over to the Canglan Continent, and the soul was attached to this wonderful person named Mo Feng.

Speaking of Mo Feng, he couldn't help but sigh for a while. Mo Feng, the son of Youzhou Thorn Shi Mo Yan, was born with a good skin and a handsome face that everyone envies. He has been talented and intelligent since he was a child, and he has won the true biography of Mo Yan and his disciple Wang Yue, the great sword master, and he is both civil and military. However, he was timid by nature, and even if a mouse "squeaked" twice in front of him, he would tremble with fright, and the skills he had learned could not be brought into play at all, and the people around him only thought that the Mo family had a wreckage that was just good-looking, but useless.

Mo Yan asked famous doctors all over the world to diagnose and treat him, but he was helpless. After years of diagnosis and treatment to no avail, Mo Yan had to give up. He thinks that with his identity as the assassin of Youzhou, it is more than enough to keep his son safe for the rest of his life. So, the days went on like this.

Until the fifteenth year of the Apocalypse, the Imperial Black Mountain was defeated, Yuguan was captured by the orcs, and the imperial army was like weak sheep in front of the orcs, powerless to resist. Soon, the orc soldiers soon approached the city of Beiping, the seat of Youzhou Governance.

Mo Yan knew that with the three thousand old and weak soldiers in Beiping, it would be impossible for him to resist the elite army of hundreds of thousands of orcs, and he would definitely die. So he asked Wang Yue to escape from the city with Mo Feng before the orcs besieged the city. Wang Yue finally agreed to Mo Yan's request after several pleas. He took Mo Feng to his hometown, Ziyang Town. And Mo Yan also died in Beiping after resisting the orc army for half a month.

Hanzhong is an important place leading to Yizhou, and Yangping Pass is the throat of Hanzhong. To the east of Yangping Pass, there are some rich and large towns, and to the west, there are some scattered and poor small villages and towns. Ziyang Town is the most remote village in the west of Yangping Pass.

Although it is a remote town with no economic resources, it is backed by the mountains, and the villagers rely on the mountains to eat the mountains and make a living. The people of the village have lived here for many years, and there is no intrigue, and the folk customs are relatively simple.

Due to Wang Yue's relationship, they quickly settled in Ziyang Town. Although life is not as good as it used to be in Beiping, it is still passable. The most important thing is that there is no war here, and Mo Feng is very comfortable here.

But one day, a big insect ran down the mountain for some reason, and it scared Mo Feng to death. In this way, he was able to occupy the magpie's nest, occupy Mo Feng's body, and become Mo Feng.

The moment he opened his eyes, he was completely stunned, didn't he die in a car accident, how could he cross his soul into another person?

Before he came back to his senses, he saw Wang Yue's nervous and kind face. At this time, the memories of the past were played back in front of him like a film movie, and then, there was only one voice in his heart: I am Mo Feng. So he continued his life as Mo Feng in this place in the Canglan Continent.

After two years like this, he was already accustomed to surviving on the Canglan Continent as Mo Feng. Now he has a good blend of the memories of the two lives.

Suddenly, a terrible scream pulled his mind back. I only heard a burst of screams in the village at the foot of the mountain, and Mo Feng secretly said in his heart: Oops. He ran down the hill like crazy, and forgot to even take the bamboo basket. At this time, he had only one thought in his heart: But nothing must happen!

When he ran to the entrance of the village, he saw a mess of corpses everywhere, and the simple town in the past had now turned into a sea of corpses and blood.

With tears in his eyes, Mo Feng ran into the village in a panic, rummaging through corpses one by one, hoping to find a survivor. The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. When the villagers who had been with him day and night had now turned into cold corpses lying in front of him, he had already cried into tears.

Uncle Orion, the one who taught him to hunt; Aunt Mei's son Xiaozhi, the little slug who always follows him; Neighbor Uncle Zhao, the one who played chess with him every day......

Finally, he found Wang Yue on the haystack. Wang Yue lay weakly on the haystack, with a long wound cut on his chest by a knife, and blood kept flowing out, and the nearby haystack had been dyed bright red.

Looking at Wang Yue, who was dying, Mo Feng cried even more.

Wang Yue raised his hand, stroked Mo Feng's head and said, "We miscalculated, we thought that the location of Ziyang Town was remote enough to be insignificant, and we could hide here for a lifetime, but we were still poisoned.

It was the wolf rider of the Xianbei Murong family, and the leader was Murong Hui, and the number was about a thousand. It must have been Xianbei Hu attacking Hanzhong, otherwise it would be impossible for the most elite cavalry of the Xianbei Murong clan to come to this inaccessible place. ”

Wang Yue took a hard breath and continued: "Okay, don't cry, silly boy! People have such a day sooner or later, but sooner or later. I should have died when I was in Beiping, but God let me live for two more years, enough! Two years ago, I was going to take revenge on the orcs after placing you here, but then something happened and I dispelled that idea.

At that time, when you woke up, I found that you were a different person. I became brave, responsible, and responsible, and became what your father and I expected. So, I started training you, and I wanted to ......"

"Ahem...... cough ......" Before he finished speaking, Wang Yue began to vomit blood in his mouth.

Mo Feng wiped the blood spit out of Wang Yue's mouth, he saw a black belt on the belt of Wang Yue's waist, and the dark iron soft sword hidden in the belt had not yet been unsheathed, he understood that Wang Yue was bent on death, he did not run away, let alone resist.

"Don't say it, don't say it, Uncle Wang! Please don't say any more! You could have escaped, you could have resisted, why are you so stupid! Mo Feng was so sad that he couldn't cry anymore.

"You have seen the wounds of the villagers, all of them are in the chest or back, and they are killed with a single knife, cleanly. If I provoke them with my actions, I'm afraid you won't see a complete corpse today. After speaking, Wang Yue used his last strength, pointed to his belt, and then grabbed him, and said with his last strength: "Don't take revenge lightly!" After that, he died.

Mo Feng hugged Wang Yue into his arms, looked up to the sky and roared: "God, why do you want to do this to me, why!" Then he fainted.

When Mo Feng woke up, it was already time. He didn't say a word, didn't cry a word, just silently untied the Xuantie soft sword from Wang Yue's waist and tied it to his waist.

Then he found an open place, took a shovel and dug pit after pit, and began to move the corpses into the pit one by one, and then filled in the pits and piled them up to form one tomb after another. Finally, some wood was found, an epitaph was engraved, and one by one was inserted in front of the tomb.

By the time he had done that, it was already early in the morning of the next day.

Mo Feng knocked his head three times at these tombs, and pointed at the sky: "Uncle Wang, folks." Since I came to Canglan two years ago, you have been my dearest family. Without you, I wouldn't be where I am today. You are the ones who make me who I am today. I swear I will avenge you!

I know it's not easy to get revenge! Because my enemies are not only the Xianbei wolf riders who washed Ziyang Town in blood, but the entire Xianbei Hu and the beast clan, those who provoked the war for no reason. However, I am no longer the timid and cowardly Mo Feng of the past, and now I am also considered to be both civil and military, even if it is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, I can break through.

I, Mo Feng, swear here, if I don't take revenge, I will never return to Ziyang in this life! ”

Mo Feng kowtowed three more times and stood up. At this moment, Mo Feng's posture became more and more upright, and his face became more and more resolute.

Mo Feng cleaned himself up, changed into a hunting suit made of animal fur, put on a two-stone strong bow specially made for him by Wang Yue, pinned a hunting knife to his waist, and got some leftover dry food. Standing at the entrance of the town and kowtowing three more times in the direction of the grave, he followed the direction of horse manure to pursue Xianbeihu.

Pursuing all the way, Mo Feng became more and more angry. Shuangliu Village, Shizhen, Yangshugou and so on, every small village and town did not escape the clutches of Xianbeihu, and they were all killed by them. Every village and town was slaughtered by the wolves of Xianbei.

Mo Feng had to slow down his pursuit, and every time he passed through a village or town, he would bury a village or town. Every village and town that buries his

The hatred is deeper, and the desire for revenge is even deeper.

Following the trail of horse manure, Mo Feng felt that he was about to find them, because he was now not far from Yangping Pass. Now he finally knew why Xianbei Hu had slaughtered the small villages and towns west of Yangping Pass.

Because now the sound of killing in front of Yangping Pass shook the sky and resounded through the nine skies.

The location of Yangping Pass is dangerous, which is not only an important gateway to northern Shu, but also the throat of Hanzhong. If Xianbei Hu wants to capture Hanzhong, then Yangping Pass must be taken; If you want to enter Yizhou, then you must take Yangping Pass.

When Yangping Pass was besieged, if the imperial army came to support, there were two ways to obtain the supply of troops and grain and grass. First, it was dispatched from Baishuiguan, where the road was rugged; Second, it is collected from these small villages and towns.

In doing so, Xianbeihu not only stretched the supply lines of the imperial army, thus bogging the imperial army into the quagmire of war; It is also easier for the Imperial Army to show their soft underbelly. In this way, this thousand wolf riders can do whatever they want on the Empire's long supply lines, typical of scorched earth strategy.

Xianbei Hu's move can be described as really sinister, and it is quite a bit like killing two birds with one stone. First, it cut off the Imperial Army's method of obtaining strategic resources from the fastest channel, and secondly, this wolf cavalry is like a hidden sharp knife, which can not only cut off the food route of the Imperial Army, but also stab the Imperial Army at a critical moment.

The wars of nomads and agrarian peoples are so unfair in all worlds. The nomadic people lived by grazing and did not have a fixed residence, so they formed their method of warfare by war. However, the farming people are different, their ancestors have lived on the land for generations, the land is their everything, and they need a solid supply of grain and straw for war. Without food and grass, no matter how effective an army is, it will lose its will to fight.

This is the case with Xianbei Hu and the Celestial Star Empire. Therefore, Xianbei Hu can burn and loot unscrupulously, without worrying about his own grain and grass problems at all, while the Celestial Star Empire must have a stable rear.

The best way to defeat the nomads is to have a strong military force, especially a cavalry that can fight well, which has been fully demonstrated in thousands of years of warfare in China.