Guan Hu crouched on a boulder hidden by long grass, his eyes staring at the pair of people and horses who were slowly moving forward hundreds of steps away from him, his fingers clenched tightly, his nails had even pierced his palms, and blood was spilling out, but he didn't notice it.

Because in that huge team, there was his family, his wife and daughter.

Beside him were two dead rabbits, both with a bloody hole in the middle of their throats, which were his prey in the morning.

He is the most famous hunter in Guanjiatun and the strongest man in Guanjiatun, which made him win the unanimous respect of the old and young masters in Guanjiatun, and also allowed him to marry the best-looking woman in Guanjiatun.

This best-looking woman gave birth to the loveliest and most beautiful daughter for him, which made him the most enviable man in the entire Guanjiatun.

Today is the fiftieth birthday of the old lady, and he entered the mountain just after dawn, ready to hunt some wild animals to celebrate the old lady's birthday, so that his wife and children can have a good meal.

The daughter-in-law sent him to the door and told him to be careful and go home early.

Guan Hu still remembers patting his strong chest and saying, There is no beast in this world that can hurt your man, he still remembers his wife's shy smile at that time, and gently hammered him on the chest twice with his hand, whispering that he was bragging.

He looked at no one left and right, quickly took his daughter-in-law in his arms and kissed her on her good-looking face, which frightened her daughter-in-law's face and looked around for fear of being seen.

Guan Hu looked at his daughter-in-law's hurry, his heart was happy, he laughed, and strode into the mountain amid the coughing of the old lady in the house.

Today's entry into the mountain was not smooth, and it took half a day to hunt two hares.

He was going to stretch out and walk further into the mountains, so he would hunt a roe deer for the old lady, who liked to eat roe deer meat the most.

But when he straightened up, he faintly saw black smoke rising from the direction of Tunzi, and it was faintly mixed with the screams of women and the howls of children.

His heart trembled, and he hurriedly ran back with the two dead rabbits on his back.

It's just that when he ran back to Tunzi, he saw burning houses everywhere and corpses all over the place, all of which were his usual affectionate villagers.

The head of his best brother, the second pillar, was stuck in the wooden door of his house, his eyes wide open, and his teeth gnashed so hard that he seemed to bite the man who cut off his head to death one by one.

His body was hung on the archway in the tunzi, dangling like a rag bag.

There were many of the same corpses hanging on it, all without heads.

Guan Hu's heart tightened suddenly, and he ran wildly all the way, passing by many houses with human heads, and rushed towards his home.

When he ran to the door, he froze, and he couldn't run anymore.

For he saw that the old lady, who was smiling and waiting for her birthday in the morning, was lying on the threshold of the hall, her head hanging down, and there was a big hole in her chest, and there was no blood coming out.

Only those eyes were glued to the door, as if waiting for him to return.

Guan Hu let out a beastly howl, staggered into the yard, searched every house, but never saw the daughter-in-law who blushed in the morning after being kissed by himself, and the girl who wore two pigtails and shouted to her father every day.

He hugged the old lady's body and put it on the kang in the hall, knelt down and kowtowed three times, and then rushed out of the house.

He searched the entire Tunzi, but did not find the bodies of the mother and son.

He followed the trail of the beasts and finally found their team.

He carefully searched through the slow-moving crowd with his eyes, and finally found the figure of his daughter-in-law holding his daughter-in-law Xiao Layue tightly.

She was dragged forward by the crowd, looking back from time to time, surely waiting for the strongest man in her world to save them.

When he saw the figure of his wife and children, Guan Hu really wanted to rush directly to fight with these Tartars, who were not as good as beasts.

But he knew that he was only one man, and that he had only a hunting bow and twenty arrows and a bone scraper at his waist.

If you just rush up and fight hard, you will only die, and if your wife and children are not rescued, you will be in it.

He is not afraid of death, he is afraid that if his wife and children die, there will be no hope.

He had to follow the team closely and find a way to rescue his wife and children and the villagers in the tun.

But after walking more than ten miles along the way, these Tartars were surrounded on all sides, and there was no chance of saving people at all.

Guan Hu knew that if he walked another twenty miles north, he would completely reach the territory of the Tartars, and there would be no chance at that time.

There seemed to be a pot of boiling water boiling in his heart, but he could only watch the team continue to move north, and the green tendons in his neck erupted because of worry.

He followed the Tartar like an alert cheetah, but he already had a tiger in his heart ready to devour the beasts.

Suddenly, there was a commotion at the back of the line.

A child fell, and a woman tried to pick up the child, but was whipped to the ground by a tartar.

The child was so frightened that she cried out, and the woman held the child tightly in her arms, while she held on to the whip of the Tartar on the horse.

The thin coarse cloth shirt on his back was quickly torn apart, revealing a scarred back.

The woman finally couldn't take it anymore and cried out in agony.

However, her screams were greeted by heavier and more whips, and finally the woman was beaten silently, and finally fell to the ground motionless with the child in her arms.

The tartar laughed, threw away the whip, jumped off his horse, drew his scimitar at his waist and approached the woman, intending to cut off her head.

A man roared, jumped out, knocked the tartar into the air, and went to grab the tartar's scimitar.

An arrow came from behind, from the back of the man's head and out of his mouth, and the man staggered a few steps and fell to the ground, which caused some children to cry.

Two more men burst out of the crowd and pounced on the nearest Tartar, but they were both quickly killed by the Tartar.

The commotion here attracted the attention of the Tartars in front, and soon more Tartars gathered around them, all of them drawing their scimitars from their waists and shouting loudly in Tartar language.

Guan Hu probably understood the words of some of the Tartars, and understood that the meaning of these Tartars was to kill more men, cut off their heads and wear them on the top of the spears, so that the other two-legged sheep would be obedient.

Guan Hu's chest rose and fell violently, and he couldn't bear it anymore.

He is a man, the best hunter and the strongest man in Guanjiatun, but he is hiding here and watching his friends and villagers being tortured and killed by Tartars like cattle and sheep, if he can continue to hide, then he is not Guan Hu.

"Dog Tartar, I am your ancestor!" Guan Hu rushed out of his invisibility, burst into shouts, and bent his bow and arrows and ran towards the nearest Tartar.

Guan Hu shot arrows as he ran, and a feather arrow that he had cut from hardwood in the mountains shot out and shot towards a target he had already targeted.

The tartar heard Guan Hu's shouting, and as soon as he turned his head, the hardwood arrow pierced his throat, and he planted his horse with wide eyes and a pop.

One arrow made a contribution, but the speed of Guan Hu's wild run did not slow down at all, and he still kept bending the bow and arrows in his hand, and another arrow shot out quickly, and another Tartar fell off his horse in response.

It wasn't until the third Tartar was shot off his horse by Guan Hu that the other Tartars reacted.

The Tartars shouted again and again, and separated two pairs of men and horses to outflank Guan Hu.

The Tartars were not vegetarians after all, and as soon as they fought back against Guan Hu, they felt a little hard, and after shooting another Tartar, he turned around and ran wildly, towards the woods that he had already looked forward to.

Tartar's arrows kept coming at Guan Hu, but each time he was able to dodge them in advance with the animal-like instinct he had cultivated over the years.

Moreover, it was common to run and jump when chasing prey in the deep mountains and old forests, so his running route was not a straight line, but an irregular curve, which made most of the arrows shot by the Tartar miss, and the remaining small part was narrowly avoided at the last moment by relying on his intuition of danger.

The Tartars, visibly outraged by the sudden appearance of the attacker, shouted again in Tartar language, and Guan Hu understood that they were going to capture themselves alive, then skin them and cramp them, and finally show them to the public to deter the others.

Guan Hu didn't care, since he had reached this point, he was not afraid of death, he just wanted to kill a few more Tartars.

He wanted to lure the Tartar into the woods over there, and as soon as he entered the woods, the Tartars' horses would be less effective, and he would be able to use his abilities more at that time.

Although the Tartars were chasing after him, and the arrows kept flying around him, he felt the blood boiling in his chest, and his feet were like flying, and the Tartars would not be able to catch up with him for a while riding a horse, so angry that the Tartars were screaming and screaming behind him.

After gradually stabilizing the rhythm, Guan Hu also turned around from time to time to release an arrow.

As soon as the strings sounded, a tartar fell off his horse, and he was sure not to live.

Guan Hu's arrows were smeared with a special poison, which he only used when he used to hunt large beasts, but he didn't expect to use it on these tartars today.

It's a long story, but these processes are only a dozen breaths, and Tartar has already been shot dead by Guan Hu.

The Tartars were completely enraged, and one by one they frantically pumped their crotch horses and chased after Guan Hu fiercely.

Guan Hu also tried his best to run towards the woods, as long as he entered the woods, he was sure to send these Tartars who chased in to meet their ancestors.

Seeing that the edge of the woods was in front of him, Guan Hu was overjoyed and jumped forward, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in his left leg, and his body stumbled suddenly, almost falling to the ground.

He didn't have to look to know he was hit by an arrow in the leg.

But he didn't want to give up just like that, and seeing that he was about to enter the woods, he had to make a last ditch effort.

He struggled to get up, but the injury to his left leg severely affected his mobility.

He had just taken a step forward, but his right leg was in pain again, and the whole person suddenly fell to the ground, kicking up a puff of dust.

And the sound of horses' hooves behind him was already in my ears.