The students only felt that their ears were buzzing, like thunder penetrating into the heavenly spirits, as if they had seen that extremely terrible thing with their own eyes, and they were at a loss. The woman even covered her face, Qianqiansu's hand hung down weakly, and the sound of retching came from time to time.

The Beirong thieves committed such a heinous act, and even used human heads as tools for fun, treating the people of the Great Swallow as guinea dogs, killing wantonly and leaving no trace for thousands of miles.

These thirty-four college freshmen may enter the hall in the future, or they will lead one side and fight on the battlefield. But on this day, they are still young girls who have not yet reached the weak crown, and they are used to talking about anecdotes with their peers, and when they visit a certain scenic spot, they will be full of poetry, and write a gorgeous poem to express their hearts.

But they now know that the white-faced scholar in front of them is different from them, what are they doing at the age of thirteen? shook his head and shook his head in the private school, reciting the Four Books and Five Classics, and carrying Zhu Xian's lecture notes.

And this person is different, he is in Yanmen Pass, eating the wind and snow in Saibei, wearing heavy armor, standing on the city gate, guarding the border pass. And what was he doing before? He lived alone in the mountains, either catching prey, starving to death, or freezing to death.

They hadn't experienced it, but the person in front of them walked over and fought bloodily while the thieves were slaughtering the city, blocking Beirong's iron hooves with his body.

Jiang Yun's expression remained unchanged, there was no panic in his eyes like a student, and the rest was just silence, dead silence.

He's used to it.

"Captain Wu yelled madly, and slew desperately with his sword, and none of us escaped, and killed the beasts, and stripped off the dogs' skins, and cut off their heads and stuck them on the ground."

Jiang Yun said slowly, his face was dark, and his hand was on the low table, "The thief is dead, and the more than ten villagers who were hung around their waists can rest in peace... But there is nothing, Wu Chang's wife, the child who has not yet been born for nine months will never wake up, and his child will never open his eyes in the world, never..."

He looked at Yu Ou and the others, "He didn't have a chance to understand the reason, because he met Beirong, and Beirong took him as a prey." Benevolence and righteousness, especially benevolence and righteousness to Beijung. In Mobei, this is just a big joke. ”

"In Yanmen Pass, what can make the people feel safe are the weapons placed in every house, the sergeants in armor patrolling, and the blood and sweat. You have to kill, cut them under their horses with your own hands, pierce their chests with spears, and the moment blood gushes out."

"You can prove that you are alive, they are dead, and the old and weak women and children behind them can live a peaceful life, with yellow hair hanging down, and they are content."

Looking at the blank eyes of these students, he remembered that a long time ago, there was a kid who grew up with him.

He has no name, let alone words. His father was a military slave, so he never had the opportunity to be called a "min" in his life, and the people of the Great Swallow did not include him.

So he only has a small name, because he was born in Ma Peng, his father called him Ma Zi, and over time, people also called him that.

Ma Zi is a very diligent guy, and very sincere, people in the army like him very much, Jiang Yun is no exception, he has been living in the same house with Ma Zi for the first two years in Yanmen Pass, after Ma Zi's father died of illness, the two took care of each other and supported each other.

There is an activity called firewood in Yanmen Pass, every time the grain is not distributed or delayed in the unknown, the veterans will find some days to go out of the customs to collect firewood, to help make up for some.

Jiang Yun started collecting firewood very early, although he was only ten years old at that time, but in terms of martial arts, under Qin Yu's teaching, he could already be regarded as the forefront of this Yanmen Pass, and the veterans were happy to take him.

He still remembered that day, Ma Zi suddenly ran over and said that he wanted to follow and take a look.

The last line of twenty people, plus the horses, went out of the customs, and the veterans were thinking about how much they could get this time, while the horses were full of curiosity and looked around.

The leaves of the trees were basically falling, the branches were bare, the yellow sand was flying, and there was no edge in sight, and each of them was covered with a black cloth, and walked all the way.

Suddenly, an old soldier waved his hand, dismounted, picked up the sand, did not dig anything, nodded, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, so they rested on the spot, opened the water bladder, carefully took a sip, moistened their lips and plugged the cork.

Ma Zi stepped aside, took some hay, and was about to feed the horse, seeing Jiang Yun's surprised eyes, he smiled, and then a cold light fell from the air at a high speed, penetrating his leather armor, and the iron arrow pierced through his chest, and the blood bloomed, delicate, and splashed on Jiang Yun's face.

The setting sun is his last strength, and the mottled afterglow scatters the loess, and he can't tell what is blood and what is sand. Seventeen black sideburns were neatly stacked together, the war horse lowered its head and let out a muffled snort, the saddle was dyed red, the blood of the knife body slipped off, and the flying desert wind hooked away the blood, leaving only a trembling young man.

Blood was spilling from his mouth, his leather armor was soaked, and there were a few pale yellow sticks of hay in his hands, scattered weakly. The words were staccato and the smile was still the same, he looked at the sky, struggled to raise his fingers, trembling, I was going there.

He looked at Jiang Yun, looked at these veterans with red eyes, and showed the last trace of a smile, I will look at it a few more times, and I will not see it in the future.

His hands fell, his spirit turned into fluttering in the wind, and he let his voice cry hoarsely, and he fell asleep peacefully, probably thinking that in the future, he would ask an aunt-in-law, like his father, to give the child a title, and then stand with these people at the head of the city of Yanmen.

Since then, Jiang Yun likes to collect firewood, and every time he will stack those heads neatly together, pour a pot of wine, sprinkle the clear wine on the yellow sand, stick the knife in place, close his eyes, as if he can hear.

Then the firewood began to be afraid, began to dodge, began to spread a title, passed from tribe to tribe, and even brought out the great god Akuta, burned precious spices, offered goat's milk and horseskin lambs, and knelt respectfully, put his hands on the ground, and prayed.

If there is no prayer, they are reluctant to go out, and they would rather the cows and sheep gnaw all the roots of this meadow than take a step out of the tent.

Almighty Akuta, please bless us from encountering "firewood beaters"! We will dedicate the most fertile lamb to you!

Until that day, he had been beating firewood for four years, counting at first, but then forgetting it, and he couldn't count it, and if he died, he died.

Later, I often couldn't get firewood several times, so I just walked around and returned to the customs.

They were scared.