Djoba covered his eyes, the arrow of the wooden arrow had completely pierced his eyeball, and the blood slid down his hand and soon accumulated on the ground.

"Stinky boy, I'm going to kill you." Zhuo Ba gritted his teeth and tore off the arrow, and threw it towards Lu Zhao, although this time it was not as powerful as the bow and arrow, but it was also full of strength, Lu Zhao dodged and narrowly avoided it, and as soon as he turned around and pulled the bow full, Zhuo Ba had already arrived in front of him.

The left side of his face was covered with blood, and his left eye was already a hollow, exuding a scorching murderous aura as if he was about to suck Lu Zhao into the boundless darkness.

The string was full of arrows, and with a muffled sound, the wooden arrow sank into Zhuoba's chest, but the tall Hun soldier didn't seem to be able to sense the pain at all, his body only trembled slightly, and still kept the chopping motion and pressed towards Lu Zhao.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Lu Zhao hurriedly put the bow and arrow on his shoulder, reflexively pulled out the knife that had been thrown on the ground before, and greeted it.

In a white courtyard, thin Han Chinese teenagers and bloody Hun soldiers are like poisonous snakes and tigers, each exuding deadly rage.

The knife fell, and the surrounding air returned to tranquility again, and it all ended much faster than expected, Zhao Er stood aside, I don't know what the situation was.

"You ......" came the sound of blood splattering, and the huge shadow collapsed, instantly staining the pure white ground.

Zhuoba was lying on the ground, his eyes were wide open, this ambitious Hun warrior, who had led his subordinates to kill the Han generals countless times, his dream was to go back to reunite with his family with the title of the first Hun warrior, but he did not expect that his dream would be shattered by such a thin Han imp.

Snowflakes fell to the ground and gently covered the stranger's body, and Zhuoba watched the fluttering snowflakes and gradually lost consciousness.

Seeing that the person in front of him had no reaction, Lu Zhao's body slipped and fell directly to the ground, he covered his stomach and turned pale, if he hadn't dodged in time, he was afraid that half of his body would have been cut off by this Hun soldier.

Zhao Er, who was on the side, hurriedly approached when he saw this, he didn't ask Lu Zhao, but picked up the hand he was covering his stomach by himself, and a long scar stretched from Lu Zhao's left abdomen to the navel, half a palm long.

Zhao Er couldn't help but gasp, if there was a slight deviation, Lu Zhao would most likely be splashed with blood on the spot.

"Can you hold on?" Zhao Er looked around, and after Lu Zhao nodded, he carefully picked up Lu Zhao and walked into the house.

Zhao pushed open the door, although this house was uninhabited but abandoned not long ago, Zhao Er settled Lu Zhao and rummaged through it and found needlework and incense candles, he lit the candle, walked to Lu Zhao and took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it over.

"The situation is urgent, I have wronged you." Lu Zhao nodded, he took the handkerchief and found that the handkerchief was embroidered with delicate plums, he looked at the busy Zhao Er, although he wanted to say something, he still didn't open his mouth after all.

Time passed little by little, Yu Zhan's hand gradually regained consciousness under the old woman's massage, he calculated the time, almost a pillar of incense had passed since Fang Cai's scream, and a not very good premonition gradually surged up from the bottom of his heart.

Something must have happened to them, right? Seeing Yu Zhan's brows tightened, the old woman thought that there was a problem with her strength, but Lu Zhao shook his head, he looked around and leaned over beside the old man: "Auntie, do you want to go out?" Hearing this, the old woman was stunned, and hurriedly raised her head to meet Yu Zhan's eyes, although the old woman was more than half a hundred years old, her eyes were very transparent, as if she was a girl.

Yu Zhan felt a little strange for a while, but it was obviously not the time to question now, and the old woman asked softly when she saw him hesitating;

"Do you have a way?" Yu Zhan looked at the other people and nodded, although it may be a little risky, but they are not without the possibility of escaping, and now that Lu Zhao and they have touched in, there are only three Hun deserters, and they have a great chance of winning inside and outside, but I don't know if these villagers who have been scared stupid will cooperate with him.

Thinking like this, Yu Zhan got up and walked to the group of people, these villagers were obviously frightened by the death of the old village chief and the Hun soldiers, even if they already knew that Yu Zhan was sent by General Cao, they were a little scared.

"Don't be afraid, listen to me." Yu Zhan softened his tone as much as he could, and he glanced at the old woman next to him, who nodded at him.

The snow began to get heavier, and the Hun boy couldn't help but think of some of the past when he looked at the fluttering snow.

It also snowed so heavily in his hometown, and he was a kid playing in the snow at that time, but now he is ......

"The general is not good, Zhuoba is gone."

"What?" The Hun boy turned his head to look at his subordinates, and couldn't help but curse secretly, Zhuoba this guy ran out on his own initiative again!

When will this guy's reckless personality change? The Hun boy tried to calm himself down, he stared at the subordinates in front of him and frowned slightly, as if they had to do something.

"Kedar, maybe we should leave early, those villagers, you know what to do, right?" Kedar nodded, got up and retreated, and the Hun boy tightened his coat and walked out.

Lu Zhao was already sweating profusely when he was lying on the bed, although Zhao Er's sutured hand was very stable quickly, but the feeling of the needle and thread piercing the flesh was still a pain in the heart, Lu Zhao bit the square handkerchief in his mouth, and tried his best to suppress the convulsions of his body.

After tossing for a long time, the stitching of the wound was finally completed, Lu Zhao's whole body was slumped on the bed, as if he had been fished out of the water, Zhao Er knotted the thread, took a handful of incense ash and sprinkled it on the wound.

"I'm sorry, I didn't have any medicine with me, so I can only deal with it temporarily." Lu Zhao nodded, he took off the handkerchief in his hand and handed it to Zhao Er, panting heavily.

After a long while, Lu Zhao gradually stabilized, and his physical strength gradually recovered, and he raised his head to see Zhao Er in a daze at the handkerchief.

"Sweetheart?" Zhao Er was stunned, and blushed before he could answer, seeing him like this, Lu Zhao smiled, he propped up his body and wanted to do it, Zhao Er hurriedly stepped forward to help him up: "Do you want to take a break?" ”

"No, now is not the time to rest, there is a murderous motive hidden in this village, and Yu Zhan has no news now, I must be vigilant." Zhao Er nodded, what Lu Zhao said was true, he leaned down and picked up Lu Zhao just and wanted to go out from the front door, but Lu Zhao grabbed his shirt: "Go through the back door." ”