Chapter 12: The Scapegoat

Soon he was ashamed of his thoughts, and figured out that the purpose of Xu Dongsheng's grain storage was only for the convenience of escaping in the future.

And the only reason why Xu Dongsheng stores these non-perishable foods all over the world is that he is always ready to run.

People who have a way back are generally not able to accomplish big things.

Tie Xinyuan is very clear about this.

His knowledge far outweighs his actions, and this has the terrible consequence of having a low eye.

This flaw is almost unsolvable.

A Tibetan antelope leaped swiftly through the crack in the rock, and it was clear that the fierce battle had affected it.

Its jumping posture was very graceful, and its jumping steps were also very powerful, and the powerful momentum allowed him to slide over the heads of Tie Xinyuan and Xu Dongsheng.

After pulling the crossbow machine, Tie Xinyuan regretted it a little, he believed that he had injured this beautiful creature with an arrow just now.

Xu Dong ascended to the rank of martial artist, his movements were much more fierce than Tie Xinyuan's, and the flail hanging beside him flew up, and the spiked hammer head smashed the soft neck of the Tibetan antelope.

There was a "click" sound, and the Tibetan antelope hit the stalagmite like a lifeless bag, and then fell to the ground.

Its neck had been torn by the spikes of its flail, its head was strangely twisted, and a crossbow bolt stuck in its snow-white belly had penetrated half a foot into its flesh.

Tie Xinyuan watched with his own eyes as the splendor of life in the eyes of this Tibetan antelope slowly faded, his eyes were no longer smart, his slightly curly eyelashes were no longer charming, and they were stained with a trace of dust when they were blown by the wind.

"There's meat to eat."

Xu Dongsheng smiled very happily, first pulled out the crossbow arrow and threw it to Tie Xinyuan, and then tied the rope to the hind legs of the Tibetan antelope very neatly. Hang it upside down on the stalagmite, the knife in his hand is very skillful around the neck of the sheep and cut it around, then peel off a little bit of the sheepskin, tie it with a small rope, and then grab the rope and tear it hard, a sound of tearing a piece of paper slowly sounds. Tie Xinyuan couldn't help but lower his head, and when he raised his head again, there was only a piece of food full of red muscle and white fat hanging from the stalagmite.

The life of the Tibetan antelope seems to have disappeared with that beautiful fur.

It's one thing to be grateful for life, it's another thing to eat meat, Tie Xinyuan found that his instinct to eat meat was very strong, and he was still sad about the loss of a beautiful life just now, and in the next moment, he had already begun to think about which one of the people of this Tibetan antelope was not more delicious.

When Meng Yuanzhi and Tie Yi came back, Xu Dongsheng drank Tie Xinyuan and was eating barbecue.

Xu Dongsheng smiled when he saw that Tie San was carrying a huge pocket on his back: "The harvest is good? ”

Meng Yuanzhi sat down and took a piece of barbecue and said with a smile: "I didn't expect to find so many good things in the little sand thief's nest." ”

Triathlon untie the rope from his pocket. With a bang, he poured all the contents of the bag on the sand.

Gold ingots, silver ingots, agate jade and even a very beautiful set of filigree long-spouted silver pots, wrapped in linen, Tie Xinyuan opened it and found that there were four beautiful silver cups inside.

Meng Yuanzhi gave the silver kettle to Tie Xinyuan very generously, and then casually divided the contents into two piles, Tie was a little bit, and re-pocketed the pile close to him.

And the pile that belonged to Meng Yuanzhi was cleaned up by Xu Dongsheng's servants. Meng Yuanzhi continued to eat and drink, ignoring it.

What conditions should he and Xu Dongsheng, a profiteer, have reached? The source of the iron heart is unknown.

Belief is a kind of belief, which is always relative, and the iron heart source knows it very well.

Meng Yuanzhi and Tie Yi both hope to be able to strangle the sand thieves on the way, of course, it must be the kind of sand thieves with a relatively small number of people, and they are still very self-aware in the face of large sand thieves.

After sunset. The wind was stronger, and the bitter cold wind poured into the crevices of the rocks, making all sorts of strange noises.

The sound of the rock close to Tie Xinyuan's head was like a woman's whisper, in such a fragrant whisper. Tie Xinyuan slept very soundly.

In the dream, I talked to Zhao Wan all night, and when I got up in the morning, I didn't remember what I said, but I remembered that Zhao Wan's smile was very sweet.

The sky was overcast, and yesterday's strong winds brought a thick cloud, and as I rode my horse and continued my march towards Igo Prefecture, large snowflakes fell one after another.

The only good thing about snow is that it suppresses the dust in the air, so much so that the snowflakes that fall on Tie Xinyuan's hands are a little dirty.

Hurriedly putting on his gloves, Tie Xinyuan tightly wrapped the skin he peeled off yesterday on his horse's belly, he didn't want anything wrong with his war horse.

The snow is very big, God knows why it snows so heavily on the desolate Gobi, Tie Xinyuan remembered the legend of Yanshan snowflakes as big as a seat, but he didn't have the urge to chant poetry, that thing can only be written after eating and drinking, snuggling up to the stove, or returning to a stable place, drinking wine and recalling his experience, can he send out some feelings.

In a short time, a thick layer of snow fell on the bodies of both men and horses, and each one of them had frozen into dogs, and their mouths had stiffened like stones, and no poet would have thought of writing poetry in such a heavy snow.

Xu Dongsheng had no intention of stopping, so the team had to move on.

The wasteland is full of stone pillars that have been eaten away by the wind into strange shapes, some like eagles, some like camels, some like apes, but many more stone pillars are very much like men's crotch things.

And very graphic.

Maybe this is the place where men should come and fight.

The land of the Great Song Dynasty is too far south, and the Woman Creek and Daughter River there are like the mountains of Daimei, and it is difficult to give birth to real men.

However, if there is a choice, Tie Xinyuan is willing to die in that gentle land until the earth is desolate.

The sound of a horse's hooves stepping on the ice is extremely crisp, like beating a drum, the sound of hooves is special, and the sound of the drum is pounding.

It is already close to Montenegro, according to Xu Dongsheng, there is a small tribe in the col not far ahead, where there are warm houses and hot food, and what excites Tie Xinyuan the most is that he can take a good bath there.

The whole team. Except for Tie Xinyuan, lice appeared on everyone's body, and this thing came very unreasonably.

The lice on Xu Dongsheng's body even kept crawling out of the fur hat, and it seemed that he hurried back after drinking a sip of cold snow water.

From the moment the first lice were discovered, Tie Xinyuan asked Xu Dongsheng to speak three feet away from him and interact with his body every day. At this time, all of them were canceled, which made Xu Dongsheng very dissatisfied.

The servant who had the head came back in a hurry, looking very wrong.

After listening to the report of his subordinates, Xu Dongsheng said straight to Tie Xinyuan and Meng Yuan: "The people of that small tribe are already dead.

According to the scouts, the men had been dead for only two days, and all the grain, cattle and sheep were gone. ”

"Musin's hand?" Tie Xinyuan frowned.

Xu Dongsheng smiled: "I also think it should be like this." It doesn't matter, the people are dead, the houses there should still be there, we just need the houses and don't need people. ”

Meng Yuan smiled and said, "Give me a single room tonight, I need to sit quietly for one night." If you speak in the middle of the night, you Haihan. ”

After arriving at the col, Tie Xinyuan chose to sleep in the tent as soon as possible, and he vowed never to enter the small settlement full of dead people.

He would rather use a shovel to dig a hole in the dry earthen bag where he could sleep alone, rather than accept Xu Dongsheng's invitation and sleep in a warm room with a fire kang.

Tie Xinyuan didn't go in, and Tie Yi naturally didn't go in, so there were four more holes on the dirt bag. They dug holes in the leeward and threw some red-hot coals into them. When it gets dark, a warm temporary place to live is complete.

The snow in the leeward area was very thick, so Tie Xinyuan took advantage of this rare water source, boiled a lot of hot water, took a bath happily, and ate a meal of mutton soup sent by Xu Dongsheng. Then he went into his warm cave and lit a candle, ready to continue writing a letter to his mother.

He has written a lot of such letters, not only to his mother, but also to Qiaoge and Zhao Wan. Shui'er and Huo'er also have a few letters, and they have already saved up a thick stack, but they don't know when they will be able to reach them.

The orange candle flame came out of the cave through the linen curtain, and the back of Tie Xinyuan was also printed on the linen, and the night watchman had seen this scene for a long time.

Thinking of the young man being chased away by the defenseless savage, Tie Yi opened his mouth and laughed silently.

Especially when the savage kid held his shirt to show off his might, the smile on Tie Xinyuan's face made Tie Yi never forget it.

This is a teenager who is not afraid of killing, and he is also a teenager who can't see a dead body, which is very contradictory, but it makes Tie Yi feel inexplicably relieved.

Tie Xinyuan, who finished writing the letter, sighed comfortably, in the letter, he said a lot of sorry things to his mother, and the mother in his mind seemed to have forgiven him, so he said goodnight to the south, got into the sleeping bag, blew out the candle and fell asleep sweetly.

In the middle of the night, Meng Yuanzhi didn't make a strange scream, only the heavy snow was falling, and the snow here was heavier than the snow in Tokyo, and there was a sound of landing.

When Tie Xinyuan was sleeping comfortably, Tie Yi rushed into Tie Xinyuan's cave, dragged him out of his sleeping bag, and put on armor for him in the dark.

The flames in the col were soaring into the sky, Xu Dongsheng's roar, the clanging sound of weapons colliding, and the explosion of fire engulfing houses were endless.

It was obvious that Xu Dongsheng and they had been raided.

There were also heavy footsteps rushing down the hillside, dense footsteps, and a large number of people.

Meng Yuanzhi's strange screams gave everyone a psychological comfort, as long as the strange screams came from, there would be dense screams.

Tie Yi and Tie Er stayed by Tie Xinyuan's side, and the remaining Tie San and Tie Six stepped on their war horses, held up knights' spears, and rushed fiercely towards the mountain col.

In the firelight, Tie Xinyuan saw the incoming enemy clearly.

It's a bunch of wild men wielding wooden sticks.

Standing in the dark, Tie Xinyuan's crossbow arrows kept flying out, and at this distance, the power of the crossbow arrows even surpassed the strong bows on Tie Yi and Tie Yi.

The wild men seemed to be crazy, ignoring the dark arrows flying in the shadows, and one by one they screamed and slaughtered one after another towards the col...... (To be continued.) )

PS: Chapter 2.