A night of looting, a night of firelight, when the sky was slightly bright, the Huns who returned with a full load began to retreat, the carts loaded with money and grain, the horses carried women, the Panlong Pavilion that they patronized was like locusts crossing the border, the gnawing was exceptionally clean, a large number of wooden buildings were still burning, and the blood of countless townspeople became its funeral goods......

In a wasteland by the Panlong River, two blood-stained men are fleeing in a panic, it is Zimu Gongzi and his housekeeper 'pig intestine', last night in the chaos of the two relied on the familiar road, plus the Huns of the brigade were busy looting property, and relied on the advantage of the treasure knife in their hands, killing several people in a row, so they escaped by luck.

Zimu Gongzi was only draped in a brocade robe full of burnt holes and dirt, and he had lost his former graceful appearance at all, and he was just like the smug appearance of last night's banquet; Howling and crying while running, the house, property, wives and concubines, slaves, everything, all disappeared ......overnight, and the large intestine butler on the side held the 'broken army' short knife in his hand, loyally guarded, and looked around from time to time, for fear that the Huns' rangers would chase after him.

At this time, the 'Zimu Gongzi' was like a lost dog, he didn't want to understand how those Hun soldiers from the grassland crossed the 'Panlong River' with turbulent water and dense reefs, and easily broke through his house, which was a fortress that had never fallen in a hundred years......

With all the doubts, the two continued to flee to the depths of the wilderness and dense forest, now they only had one thought, running far, as for the life and death of the other people in the Panlong Pavilion had been completely indifferent, until the two ran to a high slope upstream, through the dense jungle, it happened to see the Huns returning one after another on the black iron boat docked on the bank of the river, the mystery was revealed.

"I see! I see! ……”

The already crazy Zimu Gongzi kept saying this sentence in his mouth, while slamming a thorn full of hooks and thorns with his hand, and the blood flowed all over his arm, and now only physical pain could calm him down and return to his usual senses, while another question appeared in his mind, "Who came up with the clever plan to cross the river by chain boat, Huns?" No way! Those barbarians who grew up on horseback couldn't think of this at all, so who else? …… Who else? ”

In a radius of hundreds of miles from the Panlong River, only two smart people could come up with such a plan, "One is his Zimu Gongzi, and the other is ...... A boy dressed in black, smiling, dimples, and eyes like black holes! ……

"No worries - Xiao Yi!"

"I'm at odds with you!" Zimu Gongzi, who figured all this, looked up to the sky and roared, and his usually pink peach blossom face became distorted and terrifying at this time, as if he was about to transform into a mad dog that chose people to devour......

"Childe! The Panlong Pavilion has been destroyed, and revenge must be considered in the long run, where do we go now? "The colon housekeeper can still retain some sobriety at this time.

Staring at the Crouching Tiger Mountain on the other side of the river, Zimu Gongzi had an intuition that the old enemy in his life was there, but now he had no countermeasures, facing the question of the henchman butler, after calming down, he thought a little and said: "It's okay, when I was on a study tour, the later general Yuan Shu-Yuan Highway met me, the fourth and third princes of the Yuan family, and there are many old officials; Let's go and take refuge, let ourselves stay for the time being, and make a comeback in the future......"

"Yat Siu! Wait, I'll be back! ......" After a few shakes, the embarrassed master and servant disappeared into the vast wilderness and began their long wandering journey......

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On a high slope in the upper reaches of the Panlong River, Xiao Yi and the four of them were standing here watching, watching the prosperous Panlong Pavilion turn into ashes in the flames little by little, and watching countless lives turn into green smoke and drift away with the wind......

The withering of life will always make people sad, and Ma Liu, who watched it for half the night, finally couldn't help but say: "There are still many innocent people in the Panlong Pavilion......

"No one in this world is absolutely innocent!" Turning around and glancing at his companions, Xiao Yi squinted his blood-red eyes and continued in a cold voice that seemed to come from hell: "It's time for those Huns to repay their blood debts!" Is everything ready? ”

The cold voice made several people beside him have a sense of fear from the depths of their souls, and now Xiao Yi makes them both familiar and unfamiliar, compared with him who often laughed in the past, he is like two people at this time, one black and one white, one good and one evil, like two extremely opposite sides but fused together.

Seeing that Ma Liu was speechless by the cold voice, Zhang Ji, a leathermaker on the side, replied for him: "Ten rafts, all ready, covered with straw, and poured the strongest Wusan wine!" ”

"Well done! When they are in the center of the ship, they will immediately light a fire and burn him without leaving a piece of armor! Habitually stretched out his hand and touched his nose, Xiao Yi has been doing a lot of this recently.

Downstream, the Hun soldiers who returned with a full load began to board the ship, and when they came, they were different from the cautious look, now they were elated one by one, many people were shouting and singing songs when they returned from hunting on the grassland, carrying countless belongings on horseback, carrying beautiful women on their shoulders, and even their arms were stuffed with stolen jewelry and jewelry, this harvest was more than the sum of their looting in the previous half a month, the wealth of the Han land opened the eyes of the Hun soldiers in these bitter cold places, and also stimulated their ambitions even more, Many people dream of going farther to the Han land and looting more belongings in the autumn of the next year......

The weight of countless goods and women weighed down the waterline of the huge ferrat boat much deeper, and made it move more slowly and heavily; And this slowness will soon become their talisman!

Liu Bao, the king of Zuoxian, was sitting at the front of the iron boat at this time, and he was particularly proud under the blowing of the autumn wind! The abundance of this harvest even exceeded his expectations, and the wealth of the Han land is indeed worthy of its reputation!

With these possessions, his tribe will be able to survive the cold winter in peace, and next year he will have more sheep, cattle, horses, pastures, and more warriors to come to him. With the strength of power, the most noble throne of the steppe was closer to him, but now there was a man sitting on it......

"It's okay! What is recognized on the grassland is the law of the wolf, as long as the fist is hard enough, everything can be obtained, and the greatest Mao Dun Shan Yu in the history of the Huns is also the one who killed his father and seized the throne...... and I, Liu Bao, will become the same as Mao Dun Shan Yu...... No, it's a greater Shan Yu than Maudun! ”

Just as he fantasized that he had ascended to the throne of Shan Yu, and under his golden wolf's head, countless tribal chiefs knelt down and sang the praises of their greatness with the most humble demeanor, the guards behind him suddenly stretched out their fingers and said, "King Zuoxian, please look, a few rafts have floated downstream." ”

Looking up, sure enough, in the upper reaches of the Panlong River, following the turbulent current, several rafts full of straw quickly drifted down, and the straw was still burning with light blue flames...... The same flames as when they burned down the Panlong Pavilion!

The flames didn't matter, what mattered was that the flames rushed towards their chain ship with the raft at a rapid pace......

And the bulky chain ship can't be avoided and can't be dispersed!

"Fire! It's fire! Get out of the way! ......", the Huns who found the raft immediately shouted in panic, only to see ten rafts with fire rushing down in the turbulent water, occasionally a few were smashed by the reef in the water, the logs that could be broken down were still with raging fire, and the wood soaked in spirits was so easy to extinguish!

The people on the iron cable boat quickly panicked, some wanted to speed up and rush over, and some wanted to retreat, and even some of the overwhelmed Hun soldiers began to shoot arrows indiscriminately at the raft, in a panicked shout, Liu Bao, the still stunned Zuoxian King Liu Bao watched the raft hit his chain of ships, the fire quickly spread around, for a while thick smoke billowed out, the fire splashed, and instantly ignited the silk, cloth and other trophies looted on the ship, but in a moment, The massive chain of ships had been completely consumed by the flames.

Those fishermen who were forcibly requisitioned were the first to stir, and they took advantage of the panic to jump out of the boat to escape, without their control, the big boat was even more panicked, countless Hun soldiers were either swallowed by the flames, or jumped into the raging river, for those fishermen who grew up by the Panlong River, there was some hope for jumping to escape, but for those Huns who grew up on horseback, they undoubtedly jumped into hell, burned and flooded, and died countless people......

Liu Bao, the king of Zuoxian, also jumped into the water under the protection of several henchmen, fortunately, some of the guards were fishermen and hunters who grew up on the North Sea, and they were proficient in water, and with their support, they tried to swim to the shore......

When danger comes, the ability of animals to escape is stronger than people, those who are lucky not to be killed by the smoke and fire, have jumped into the river, with the nature of the natural water, to the shore to swim hard, and a very small number of intelligent Hun soldiers took the opportunity to hug the neck of the horse, hoping to escape with their lives; More people have become food for the fish and shrimp in the Panlong River, and it is expected that the fish and shrimp here will be extra fat next year.

Liu Bao's luck was good, under the protection of several guards who were proficient in water, he was lucky enough to hug the neck of a war horse and finally climbed ashore, but when he finally stepped on the ground, he was horrified to find that he was in the direction of the camp on the north bank, and at this time there was also billowing smoke......

"Taoist priests, gifts, iron boats, fires, camps, the cause and effect of the past before and after come to mind...... "At this time, the little face that looks slightly black and a little cute is so terrifying and bloody,...... Wait, if that face is masked, that figure and voice...... Gradually, he gradually merged with a black-clothed fast horse on the battlefield, holding a phoenix-winged gold boring figure......

"No worries? No worries? …… No worries!

It's him! It turned out to be him! ”

Yes! ……

Liu Bao, who finally figured out all this, looked up to the sky and roared angrily! After being grilled in a blazing fire, soaked in river water, and angry at the moment, he finally "Wow! A mouthful of blood spurted out, and he passed out completely.

Seeing this, the guards on the side hurriedly helped Liu Bao up, and found a few war horses that were lucky enough to swim ashore from the riverbank, turned over on the horse, hugged Liu Bao who had passed out in a coma, and fled north in embarrassment......

The fire on the river was still burning, and a large number of burned corpses were flowing down the river, dyeing the originally clear river water black, and the billowing smoke rushed straight into the sky, like a dragon that had escaped from sleep, constantly shaking its head and tail, looking up to the sky and roaring, as if celebrating that it had finally broken free, and seemed to be extremely satisfied with the countless sacrifices on the river......

It was a silent soul hymn, "Free, free, free at last!" ”

The first volume of "The Birth of the Greedy Wolf" is finally finished, and the second volume of "The World" will start tomorrow, if you like this book, please help recommend and collect it, thank you!