Idahun ran towards the warband with a wolf tooth and a short club, this man wanted to be rewarded and wanted to go crazy, every time he went out of battle, he was like a red-eyed mad dog, but he was also a human being.

I sighed softly and followed him as the second one rushed to the spear forest in front of me, and with us leading, a small group of sharp soldiers threw down their bows and arrows and joined the array of hand-to-hand combat.

I've always been tired of the hand-to-hand combat in front of me. In the chaos, the sword skills I have practiced since childhood are useless, and luck has become the key to life and death.

I've never been able to figure out whether my luck is good or bad, and since my father sent me to Jin Yuwei, it seems that escaping death has become commonplace...... But if I say I'm lucky because of this, why would I stand in the middle of such a nondescript group of aliens now, fighting for my life in such a war that has nothing to do with me?

It seems that it can't be said that all this has nothing to do with me, and the reason why I am willing to take over the arrow at this moment is not for the "future" and reward that the Sutatar people say, but because I can't let Itahun face the danger alone, and the most important thing between friends is the word "righteousness"!

The young men of the tribe such as Veheda, Idahun, and Aithun (boar), Ushah (star), and Gigihun (eagle), although they had never read the books of the sages, were always in the right place when they were with me.

In my eyes, the Su Tatar people only meant a cold head when reporting merits, but now, they are brothers who often make my blood boil......

Idahun's short, muscular body slammed into the forest of spears that shimmered with dark light, like a discharged Franky cannon. Whether it was dexterity or luck alone, he dodged most of the obsidian spear tips in the process, and the two layers of iron armor on his body helped him resist the attack of the few remaining spears.

"Whew, I'm the mad dog of Zhang Huta!"

He shouted as he picked up his mace, his voice interspersed with excitement and mania, yes, the same as the barking of a mad dog......

His body seems to be particularly suitable for this kind of intolerable brawl, or rather, it is this outlaw-like momentum that makes him invincible! In all fairness, he hadn't learned any martial arts, but if I was to fight him one-on-one...... Will there be a day? Thanks to fate, we are now brothers...... Otherwise, most of the people who fall to the ground will be me......

"Big Bear, this time I will earn more rewards, and I will also arrange for the two of you to have a good drink!" Last night, standing on the forest line where he could see the lights of Woji Muzhai in the distance, Itahun suddenly said this sentence from the bottom of his heart.

This seems to be the reason why he is more desperate today than ever...... I followed him, biting my lower lip, raising my knife in a daze, slashing at the confusion in front of me......

The gap finally opened, and the soldiers rushed to the village with a shout, and the bloodied Itahun threw his mace, his hands on his knees, panting heavily.

A few wisps of green smoke rose in the village, burn it! Anyway, the next thing to do is to arrest Dingkou, loot the food and materials in the village, and finally burn the entire city to the ground.

These things were even more annoying to me than when I was a Su Tatar who wielded a sword, and every time I did, I felt like a drop of pus and blood in the rapidly expanding sores on the back of the Daning Empire...... Scold...... Isn't pus and blood all originally made from pure blood?

No, I'm not pus-blooded! I will not be Li Ling, who surrendered to the Huns for the rest of his life, nor will I be Yang Wulang, who was sad all day long after marrying the princess of Liao! Believe in yourself, as long as you keep your heart, one day I can become Su Wu!

Su Wu is just a scholar, Zhao Ning, you are not only a scholar with a great reputation, but also a dignified Jin Yuwei! Among Jin Yuwei's predecessors, there was also a legend of lurking in the enemy camp for more than ten years, Zhao Ning, you should regard everything in front of you as an official dispatch...... Hold on!

I stepped aside and sat down not far from Itahun, watching my companions swarm in front of me. I casually cut off a piece of animal skin from the corpse of the Woji people, and wiped the blade of the saber, the Sutar people have a soft spot for this heavy oxtail knife in order to make it easier to cut through the armor, but the more I have made this oxtail knife over the years, the more I miss the sharpness of the sword in my hand......

"Veheda! After this battle, I'm sure I'll be able to be a white tooth swinger! Itahun shouted at the horse-swinging horsemen. Yes, with his strength, he is enough to become a swinging tooth......

Vehda, who was getting closer, waved excitedly at the two of us, but at that moment I suddenly noticed a touch of horror passing across his bright smiling face.

"Not good! There is danger! I looked back behind me along the lines of horror.

In the mist of smoke, a figure rose from the pile of dead bodies and stabbed Idahun slowly but surely in the back with a spear in his hand...... Itahon happened to be right between me and the Assassins.

"Idahun, get down!" I yelled as I threw the oxtail knife in my hand at the assassin......

Faced with the sudden oxtail knife, Itahun's excited expression froze on his face......

At that moment, I received a blow to the head out of nowhere, and everything in front of me began to spin around.

Sudden arrival of Japanese soldiers...... The roar of the twilight rain...... The high mountain ...... Xuanzi wore a long-lost face...... The demonic spring color in the dilapidated wooden house...... A fireball burning under Ulsan Castle...... The desperate roar of the Qiangui soldiers, the Su Ya soldiers, and the Japanese soldiers......

That's not right! Why are these things that will only happen in the future flashing before my eyes one by one? What's going on with all this?

I opened my eyes suddenly, and the images disappeared in an instant......

No, there is another picture that still stubbornly stays in front of me - it is Xuan Zipei's stumbling square face. I raised my hand to dispel the last remnant, but instead I was grabbed by the wrist by the remnant!

"Lift people...... Please don't say such scary dream words in the Millet language anymore, okay? I don't know if the dog was lying down or not, but the officer was almost frightened by your shouting......"

Xuan Zipei patted my face and whispered in Su Ya language.

"I don't understand a word of what nonsense you're talking about! Get up! Miss Chen is coming for you! He said this in a loud voice, but in Chinese.

Looking around, I found myself lying in a house made of stone. The sound of the rain soothingly beats on the verdant grass outside the window, and the fresh breath beats happily in the room.

Scold...... Fang Cai's swords and shadows turned out to be nothing more than a dream filled with memories......

Where am I? Well, this is not my hometown, not the Northeast, but a small tunbao in the Chongshan Mountains in Qianzhong.

Who am I? Oh, I can't be Zhao Ning anymore, nor Zhang Huta Xiaoxiong, I'm now Zhao Ting, the chief banner of Jin Yuwei who has just been transferred from the Yunnan and Guizhou Divisions to the Northeast Division!