"The two of us brothers have always advanced and retreated together, if you don't work for the Yan family, how can I do things for them, besides, is my hatred with Jiannu shallower than yours?"

"Hey! If we had known that Yan Xiucheng was having an affair with Jiannu, how could we have worked with him. ”

Brother Cheng said, his tone was very dissatisfied, but he smiled bitterly in his heart, the third brother, now our brothers are prisoners of others, and they can't live or die, who else do they want to sell their lives to.

"Ladies and gentlemen, since my brothers and sisters have fallen into your hands, if you want to kill or chop them, please take it." Brother Cheng hugged his fists towards Zhiwen and said without humility or arrogance.

"Dazhu, did he hurt our brothers?" Zhiwen was noncommittal to Brother Cheng's words, and asked Kewang instead.

"I need them to get hurt." Kewang snorted, his tone was very arrogant.

The third child was not happy, "If you hadn't set up an ambush before and after, sneaking up on us, who would win and who would lose, maybe it would." ”

"Don't be unconvinced," said Kewang, "or have we been here now?" ”

"Come on, whoever is afraid of whom." The third child danced the steel knife in his hand twice, eager to try, "You don't even have any decent weapons, what can you do to us?" ”

"By the way, we haven't made bows and arrows yet, do you want to try it now?" The third child dropped the knife in his hand again and pulled out a bow from behind him.

"If you shoot in your left eye, you will never be shot in your right eye." Lao San pulled down the bowstring as he spoke, "When I was in Liaodong back then, those condor archers were not necessarily my opponents and Brother Cheng. ”

"Third child, don't be reckless." Brother Cheng's hand put on the third child's shoulder and held him down.

"On the battlefield, I am deceitful, I will do everything, you have good means, I am convinced." Brother Cheng turned to Zhiwen in a sincere tone and said, "We have traveled all the way, and more than ten places have been frozen by thick ice, which not only slows down our waiting, but also causes us a lot of damage, it must be this little brother's masterpiece?" ”

"The little skill of carving insects is not worth mentioning." Zhiwen's tone was flat, feeling that this was really nothing to be proud of, "Since no one on either side of us is injured, then there is nothing that cannot be revealed, the two of you don't want to go back to work for others, and you want to come with nowhere to go for the time being, why don't you walk with us for the time being, how about it?" ”

But it was Zhiwen who saw the third child take out a bow and arrow, and he thought about the two of them.

In addition to throwing stones like children, their group has been lacking effective long-range attack methods, looking at the unwilling expression on the face of the third child, I think that archery skills will not be bad, and this Cheng Ge Xin's long body is even more born for archery.

With the addition of the two of them, not only do they have two long-range strike points, but if everyone wants to learn arrows in the future, someone will teach them.

If you can train a team of archers, your overall attack power will immediately increase to a higher level.

Of course, Zhiwen knew that he was thinking far, and superb archery skills could not be practiced overnight, but first he had to recruit the two of them.

It's just that in the eyes of others, he and the others are just a bunch of refugees who can't even eat, and it may be a little difficult to make these two people serve willingly.

It's really not good, just use it first, just don't let them leave, and then slowly accept it later.

Is this a coercion?

"Brother Zhi, are you catching up?" Before Brother Cheng could reply, someone suddenly asked in the dark, his words were full of surprise, and when someone came to him, it was Dingguo.

"Here we are." Zhiwen was also very happy to see Dingguo, and couldn't help but pat him on the shoulder, "Good job, Dingguo." ”

To tell the truth, Zhiwen asked himself, if he was to arrange and command this battle, nine times out of ten he would not have done so well in Dingguo, this kid was really a natural general, and the whole process was basically taken into account, interlocking, and crushing the enemy step by step.

Although there were some unexpected incidents, they had little to do with his commanding skills.

"Hey, hey." Dingguo smiled a little embarrassedly, but he didn't give in, after all, he was still a little proud.

"Don't...", there was a shout from the oblique thorn, it was Fan Tou who was nailed to the ground by Zhiwen, his neck had been pierced by a sharpened ash rod, his throat gurgled and he could no longer speak, and the blood had stained the snow red.

At the other end of the ash pole was Song Xiance, his eyes were red, staring at Fan Tou, his mouth was open, and he was panting heavily.

After this kid offered his own strategy, he followed Kewang as before, but he was untrained and didn't say that he wanted to join, so Kewang didn't give him a weapon.

Before the war, he wanted to arrange for Song Xiance to hide in the mountains with the refugees to avoid injury, but he himself was not happy, and still insisted on following Kewang, saying that he didn't have to worry about Kewang's safety, and he would not joke with his life.

Kewang had no choice but to let him.

In fact, this kid is very good, since he heard Dingguo's arrangement, he concluded that the pursuers were exhausted after enjoying the ice feast prepared for them by Zhiwen, and even their manpower would be damaged.

If you suffer this series of blows again, you will inevitably collapse, and the chance of your own victory should be more than ninety percent.

As long as you don't get involved in the battlefield and follow far behind, there will be no problems in terms of safety.

Song Xiance just wanted to see if there would be murderers of his father's and mother's friends among the chasing soldiers, and if so, he would definitely find ways to avenge them.

Sure enough, as he expected, after the overall situation had been decided and the battle had ended, Song Xiance followed the teenagers to the mountainside, even though the sky was so dark, he still recognized the face of the person who was nailed to the ground, the face that haunted him, the face that made him gnash his teeth.

Thinking of the three closest relatives who were still in the sack, Song Xiance snatched the long stick from the hand of a young man beside him, walked a few steps in front of the man, and stabbed the tip of the stick into the man's throat before anyone else could react.

No? What is this man going to say? Don't kill him? How is it possible, Song Xiance thought viciously.

Seeing that the enemy had not yet lost his breath, he couldn't understand his hatred, and turned the long stick in his hand a few more times, and a large mouthful of foaming blood gushed out of his mouth, his eyes rolled, and he finally stopped struggling.

"Poof!" Song Xiance's knees weakened, kneeling on the ground, seeing that the other party was dead, the strength he had when he killed just now seemed to have disappeared all at once.

"Father, mother, Brother Meng, I have avenged you." Tears poured silently from her eyes and dripped down her cheeks to the ground.

Zhiwen sighed, speaking of the death of the shopkeeper Song's family, it has something to do with him, it can be regarded as if I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me.

Seeing that Song Xiance was still kneeling in the snow and crying bitterly, he opened his mouth to persuade: "Brother Song, the festival is smooth, take care of your body, don't suffer from the cold, the shopkeeper Song is still waiting for you to see you off." ”