In October, it should be the season of high autumn and crisp autumn and the river fish are fat, but there are countless crows flying in the sky near the Panlong River, making bursts of joy from time to time, as if celebrating a grand banquet, a feast of human flesh!

After Xiao Yi and others broke out of the encirclement, they gathered all the men and horses, and there were only 17 horsemen left, and almost all of them were injured, and the rest were all folded on the way to break through, and they had no time to rest, so they immediately rushed to the river, where the fate of hundreds of women and children has been concerned about everyone's hearts.

A few miles away from the Panlong River in a woods, there began to appear in the eyes of everyone, there are Huns, there are also their own people, looking at the tragic scene after the fight, obviously the blacksmith Niu Hong led the broken team here to snipe the Huns' pursuers, the dead bodies from the woods, the wilderness, has been extended to the river bank, the original clear river water has been completely stained with blood at this time, from time to time there are dead bodies drifting down the water, the wooden bridge on the river has long been burned, leaving only a few charred wood remains floating on the bank... …

The crowd began to rummage incessantly, hoping to find individual survivors, no, no,...... Still no, there is not a single survivor, not even the corpse of the blacksmith Niu Hong has not been found, and finally the big bull that looks like a mad tiger cries loudly against the corpse floating down in the river, and everyone then cried, leaving only the broken team to use their lives to interpret the last fierceness of the Han family......

Although the corpses along the way, the death was tragic, but there was no trace of the women and children, it is obvious that the fleeing team found that the road in front of it had been broken, and the Huns had chased after it, in desperation, they used the strategy of the golden cicada shelling, and the blacksmith Niu Hong led his men to fight all the way, and successfully attracted the pursuers to the desperate road by the river, and left the hope of life to those women and children.

The leatherman Zhang Ji pulled up the big cow kneeling by the river and howling bitterly, the Hun cavalry may go and return at any time, now is not the time to cry, the life and death of hundreds of women and children are not yet known, and the nearby place that can avoid the pursuit of the cavalry is undoubtedly the Crouching Tiger Mountain that stretches for hundreds of miles......

Everyone immediately turned back and ran in the direction of Crouching Tiger Mountain, and sure enough, not far from the foot of the mountain, the corpses of women and children began to appear scattered, it can be imagined that the crowd that had fled for nearly two hours was exhausted when they fled here, and some people began to fall behind, but the Hun soldiers found the traces of the brigade at this time, followed by the cover-up, looking at the tragic scene in front of him, Xiao Yi looked up to the sky and roared, he could imagine those Hun cavalry holding scimitars, How did you laugh and chase down the unarmed women and children in this plain area......

The closer to the mountain pass, the more corpses appear on the ground, and when you reach the entrance at the foot of Crouching Tiger Mountain, this place has been filled with corpses, and there are dead people everywhere, both women and Hun soldiers, here is the last danger to enter the mountain, as long as you pass here, people can rely on the complex and changeable terrain in Crouching Tiger Mountain, and the lush vegetation cover to avoid the pursuers, obviously in this key place of life and death, those unarmed women have broken out the last resistance, used their weak bodies to block the impact of the Hun iron cavalry, and the only ones they wanted to cover were those children......

"If I don't take revenge, I swear not to be a man!" Xiao Yi used the phoenix wings in his hand to cut through the sky, like the sky issued his own oath, and the rest of the people also used the blades in their hands to cut their cheeks, witnessing this oath with their own blood. Xiao Yi, who has always been kind to others, found that he had never hated a group of enemies, or a race, so much so that the seeds of revenge had been planted, and the Huns vowed to pay a heavy price for what they had done today.

The search for survivors was now the only priority, and at last in a place where the corpses were piled up heaviest, the traces of the 'Out of the Dust' were found, Lao Dao was lying in a stream of blood, his body was scarred, and his chest was full of Hun arrows, and it was clear that Lao Dao had been protecting the women and children behind him with his aging body......

Looking at the tragic scene in front of him, Xiao Yi's eyes were red as if he was about to drip blood, he knew that with his old skills, if he wanted to break through alone, no matter how many Hun soldiers could stop him, but he chose to live and die with these women and children; Carefully straightening Lao Dao's body, Xiao Yi was pleasantly surprised to find that there were still faint ups and downs on Lao Dao's blood-covered chest......

Crouching Tiger Mountain, in the small Taoist temple, hundreds of children gathered here, under the desperate cover of those women, these children escaped into the mountains by luck, Xiao Yi and others took half a day to gather them in the mountain streams, tree holes, and dark ditches, and the scene during the day left a deep wound in the hearts of these children, one by one, their faces were pale, and they made low cries from time to time, fortunately, the rice grain in the small Taoist temple was quite sufficient, Xiao Yi and others comforted the children while distributing food, which was considered to have temporarily stabilized the situation.

In the bedroom, the 'out of the dust' Lao Dao lay quietly on the bed, there was no trace of blood on his pale face, only the slightly undulating chest proved that the fire of life had not been completely extinguished;

Everyone who had been fighting for a day went to heal, only Xiao Yi quietly stayed by the old Tao's side, and he became very peaceful when he took off the 'Chiyou Ghost Face', and he couldn't see the shadow of the black-clothed killing god during the day, but like a child guarding his most precious things;

Miss, homesick?

Immortal Master, I don't want to become a monk!

You have a relationship with my Taoist!

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From now on, you will be a 'carefree child';

There is no wind and rain and no worries!

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The night of Crouching Tiger Mountain is still so beautiful, but the gusts of mountain wind can't blow away the heavy smell of blood, and the children who have fallen asleep scream in fear from time to time, obviously they are still struggling in the nightmare of the day; At midnight, Lao Dao, who had been in a coma, slowly woke up under the effect of medicine, and Lao Dao, who woke up, first looked around, found himself lying in the bedroom of the Taoist temple, and then looked at Xiao Yi, who was covered in blood in front of the bed, and after confirming that he was not injured, a reassuring smile appeared on that pale face.

"How's it going?" Lao Dao asked in a weak voice.

"Most of the children have survived!" After a slight hesitation, Xiao Yi still said a good news, and then kept silent.

"Doom! Unscathed! With the wisdom of the old way, how can I not hear the meaning behind this sentence, most of the children have been saved, in other words, except for the children, everything else in the Crouching Tiger Pavilion has been destroyed.

"Yes! Unscathed! It's not a family, it's a whole world! "Hundreds of years of ancient towns, countless originally happy families, in a war turned into dust, Xiao Yi, who is familiar with the historical process, knows that this is just the beginning of this troubled era, in the following decades, today's scene will continue to happen, repeat, warlord melee, three-legged stand, five chaos ......

Xiao Yat had a deep hatred for the first time in many wars, and history has repeatedly told us that the only way to stop war is to stop war! Use the blade in your hand to kill a bright and prosperous world!