The killing was beside him, and even as he ran, Mao Xingjian could hear the heart-rending roar of the invading Indians fighting and being killed in the alley not far from him.

Drops of sticky blood trickled down the wooden window frames, and finally froze into ice beads.

Every cry of despair, every drop of blood, pierced his heart like a needle, but after checking Han Xiaomo behind him, he could only press his head low, use the big cloak on Chilu's body to cover the two people tightly, and follow the back of the matriarch step by step, fleeing in embarrassment.

Fortunately, the primitive made these Indians brave and not afraid of death, but the primitive also made them have no concept of military discipline at all, and Snake City has too many things that are precious to them, food! Ironware! Clothes and pants! And those cigarettes and alcohol, even for the Sioux people who have been initially integrated into farming, are a great temptation, the city has been breached, and the desire for killing and bloodthirsty has been satisfied! These primitive people began to rummage through the loot from house to house.

The speed of the advance of the brigade was not fast, and by the time the three of them ran to the right of the city, they had basically left behind most of the Indians who had entered the city.

On one side of the Prince's Mansion, facing the north, there is a small corner gate, the rapid wind blowing in the night blows this open door and swaying without sound, the ground is full of messy footprints, and even shoes and bags thrown on the ground, looking left and right at the entrance of the street, Chilu waved his hand violently.

Carrying the unconscious Han Xiaomo on his back, Mao Xingjian continued to trot up, arrived at the door, and finally looked back at the city he had built with his own hands, but now it was a city immersed in a sea of fire, gritting his teeth, he fled in a hurry.

These days, Mao Xingjian is engaged in sanitation construction in the city, and the snowdrifts cleared out are piled up on the back hills, which can be regarded as providing a temporary shelter for a foothold, the cloak is spread on the ground, Han Xiaomo is carefully placed on it, trembling to find something to bandage, but he has found nothing for a long time, and finally suddenly as if he had just woken up from a dream, he tore off a piece of silk from the lining of his clothes, stained with some clean snow, and then wiped the bruises on her forehead and helped her bandage it.

The rest has to be resigned to fate, temporarily relieved, Mao Xingjian turned his head, but his gaze was fixed on the head of the piercing person tied to the red deer's waist, his beard was all open, and his neck was stalked, no, Zhao Conglong seemed to still retain the expression of the moment before he died, anger, fear, despair, but in his desperate eyes, there was still a little hope, and the complicated expression had been frozen by the ice and snow forever at that moment.

"Why?"

"He...., very strong! Beat me! Glory ....., kill him! ”

Watching Mao Xingjian point to the head, Chilu, who was looking behind him, replied as usual in her stumbling tone, but this intermittent Chinese vocabulary was like a spoonful of boiling oil, splashing it on Mao Xingjian's brain, bursting out all the anger he had accumulated overnight.

"I asked why they attacked me. Was it because of that night? That's also a personal grudge between you and me, you came to kill me! Kill me as you killed him! Why do you want to join forces with those uncivilized barbarians to burn my snake city! Kill those innocent people! Kill the people who have just been provided with your precious winter food so that you will not freeze to death and starve? Why? ”

"Has your conscience been eaten by dogs?"

Mao Xingjian roared a little trilled at these words, and excitedly spit out the last breath in his lungs, and even after he finished speaking, he couldn't help coughing violently.

"Conscience?"

These words were too complicated for Chilu, and after a moment of puzzled reaction, she simply gave up studying thoroughly, first shook her head lightly and said with some complexity, and then her tone became calm and normal.

"That night...., I don't blame you...., you didn't say...., marry me ......"

"Me! Apaches! Mountain Lion Tribe! Not the chief! The Chieftain fights Snake City! I'll fight Snake City! ”

The finger fell on Mao Xingjian's head, and her eyes narrowed beautifully and dangerously as if they had met prey.

"Heavenly Witch! You...., non-immortal people, heretics...., foreigners, ....., do not allow ....., our land ....., die! ”

"Heavenly Witch!"

Like being struck by lightning, Mao Xingjian couldn't help but shake twice, and in his mind, the situation of Su Yu's hard persuasion before leaving finally appeared, but in just a moment, he slammed his fist into the snow angrily, and asked manically.

"Heavenly Witch! Heavenly Witch! I'll give you food! For you to drink! Let you live a full life, like a civilized person, without the attack of wild beasts and the fear of hunger, these are not as good as a few gods far away in the sky? ”

"Stick?"

Chilu's face showed doubts again, but for a moment, it seemed that Mao Xingjian's tone made her decide that this was not a good word, and a wave of anger actually appeared on her face, and the words even broke out with a word from her own clan.

"Heavenly Witch! Hasinzona! Sky! ”

This sentence also ended the last exchange between the two, and after taking a heavy breath, Chilu's arm pointed to the west.

"Son of the Lord of a Thousand Oxen, return...., the place where you were born ....., never, never return! Red deer.... I owe you .... Pay it off! See you again...., you die..., I die! ”

Pulling out the war spear inserted in the ground, towards the snake city that was still burning half of the sky, the matriarch walked over without looking back, but Mao Xingjian didn't say anything again, in the falling snow, like a statue looking at the flying snowflakes, for a long time, he was suddenly pricked by a needle again, turned back to the snow cave suddenly, impatiently took off another layer of his clothes, wrapped around the unconscious Han Xiaomo, and then wrapped her behind his back with the wide Indian cloak, carrying her, One foot deep and one foot shallow, walking towards the winding snake river in the northwest direction.

He didn't pay attention, he had just escaped from the door, Chilu didn't know when he climbed up to the gatehouse again, looking north, without the cloak package, on the chest of her animal skin coat, the lighter engraved with a phoenix was still hanging there shakingly.

.........

This time for Snake City, and even for the immigrants of the New World, it was an extremely heavy blow, the first agricultural stronghold deep into the mainland was burned, thousands of immigrants died under the butcher's knife of the natives, in the desperate struggle of the last group of men, this is the next chance of life for these three or four thousand old and weak women and children.

Escaping is only the first step, from Snake City to Baohai Town, these hundreds of kilometers have become a real road of death, under the ice and snow, one by one, exhausted, frozen immigrant women and children walked, directly fell on the cold snow, some people sat on the stones, after a while, they directly stiffened into an ice corpse, and even the wild wolves in the mountains did not need to attack and prey, just following the corpse, they ate with a round stomach and scarlet eyes.

These days, Mao Xingjian doesn't know how he came over with Han Xiaomo behind his back.

After a few days of snowfall, God finally opened his eyes and gave this group of frightened and exhausted Ming immigrants a sense of life, and the sky was finally clear!

Even if they revisited the old place, it was still the bear cave that had escaped the snow, and the old and weak women and children in Snake City were like dead, staggering to the ground, and around them, warm flames were rising.

"Thank you! Thank you! ”

begged for a handful of rice, Mao Xingjian, the prince, was almost kowtowed after thanksgiving, and hurriedly put the rice in the iron kettle that Han Xiaomo carried with him, the wet branches burned with choking green smoke, in his violent cough, it can be regarded as rice soup, but looking at the hot porridge, Mao Xingjian was worried again, but this time, he only hesitated for a moment, and then poured a mouthful of it himself, and the hot tears were half the weather, and then he kissed Han Xiaomo's shriveled lips violently.

Let's fuck men and women!

Strands of rice soup poured into Han Xiaomo's throat in this way, and in Mao Xingjian's expectant, trembling gaze, Han Xiaomo, who had a high fever and had been in a coma for several days, finally coughed suddenly, opened and closed her small mouth with difficulty, looked at her mouth shape, and seemed to shout out a few words of the eldest nephew slightly, this weak voice, this moment to Mao Xingjian, but it was like a heavenly sound, the man had tears and did not flick, but he let a stream of hot tears flow down from his eye sockets suddenly, covering his mouth, and turned his head to the side with joy and tears.

However, at this moment, a cry suddenly came into her ears, and she turned her head in astonishment, and a woman with a big belly tilted her head, her face was full of lead gray, leaning against the rough cave wall, and there was no longer life, and on the side, an old woman with a wrinkled face was crying.

The next moment, Mao Xingjian's fist also slammed into the stone wall, and blood flowed down from his frostbite injury, and then, his whole body was hugged into a lump, trembling and trembling and shrinking in the corner, covering his mouth and not daring to make a sound, but crying like a girl.

Life is gone, irretrievable, but the road still has to go on.

From the cold snow, he used his sword to cut out the stones, and reluctantly buried her heavily in the depths of the cave, facing the mouth of the cave, Mao Xingjian kowtowed three times, and then used the big cloak to carry Han Xiaomo, who was feverish and talking nonsense, on his back, followed the group of refugees, and then walked northwest.

That arrogance was also discarded by Mao Xingjian.

..........

Giving nearly half of his life, trekking for I don't know how many days, on the edge of the blue coast, often the tattered town shrouded in sea fog, finally met Mao Xingjian's eyes, in this life, he was the first time to see this tattered village so pleasing to the eye, hoarse, pointing to the town not far from the foot of the mountain, he roared with joy.

"We're back!"

"Came back alive!!"

At this moment, how many people have not been able to see, only after experiencing loss, do they know the cherishment of life, with Mao Xingjian's shout, a group of skinny refugees are also choked and kneeling in the snow, crying with joy.

However, God's cruelty, this moment is vividly displayed, just when Mao Xingjian shouted forgetfully, a bow sounded, beside him, a woman holding the child spit out a mouthful of blood in disbelief, and immediately fell to the ground, full of horror, Mao Xingjian looked at it in amazement, and in the woodland more than a hundred meters behind him, a black figure actually appeared.

Holding a compound bow from Snake City, standing on a large abrupt stone, the great chief of the Blackfooted Man Wufeng was satisfied and rubbed the bowstring.

Fear filled Mao Xingjian's eyes, and he turned his head tremblingly, and he hissed and roared as hard as he could.

"Barbarian! Come on!!! ”

(End of chapter)