The sky was getting dark, but the sun was still burning on the mountain beams.

The fortress of the Ten Days was filled with a layer of dim red and decaying blood, like a demonic fire lotus.

When the white-clothed man arrived at the fortress, he looked very embarrassed, the crown on his head had fallen off, there was a blood mark on his face that he didn't know where, the thin sword in his hand was stained with mud, and there were only five carts of grain and grass behind him. He was greeted by a slightly bloated Chaoge Qingqi, this person is not Feng Qingye, whether it is true or fake, the reason why he is so sure is because when he went out of the city, Kuai Wujian had seen Feng Qingye from a distance in the crowd, although it was only a glimpse, and Feng Qingye did not look at him.

The young and reckless baron of the third rank stood beside the man, who cared only about food.

The third-class baron frowned and said, "There are still two cars, why not be there?" ”

Kuai Wuji's name is Wuji, but now he is covered in dirt, but even so, he still straightens his waist, and his expression is so lazy, he smiles: "I can walk to the fortress alive, it is already three lifetimes of luck, you can get five carts of food, and you should also thank the great god Haotian." After all, I have only one man and one sword, and there are hundreds of people you have forced out of the fortress. ”

Yes, he was robbed.

Soon after he had departed with a hundred cavalry, the timid and filthy-looking rats surrounded him, and at that moment the sheep turned into hungry wolves, and their numbness turned into ferocity, and they rushed up with a scream, tore open the sack, and stuffed the yellow corn into their mouths, laughing and crying as if they had been hungry for a thousand years.

The white-clothed Warrior was a man who traveled the world with a sword, and when he traveled around the world, he had seen many hungry slaves, but he had never seen such a crazy scene. So he drew the sword from his waist and tried to cut off one of the ears of the man who took the lead as a warning, but he was twisted like a chicken. Fortunately, a trumpet sounded in the distance, and those who were about to vent their anger on him heard the sound of the trumpet, and they were all stunned, like petrified sculptures, and in the next moment, they turned back into rats, and fled in all directions. Otherwise, not to mention whether the food can be saved, I am afraid that even his own life will be confessed.

What a dangerous journey.

The fortress had not fallen, though it was so broken that it was heart-palpitating, and everywhere you could see was the wounds of the war, with half of the houses collapsed, the streets littered with rubble, crumbling mud walls, blackened walls, turrets full of arrows, tattered armor, and scarred soldiers.

The rat scurried through the potholed streets, not afraid of people at all, and a feathered arrow fell from the sky and knocked it into a muddy pool, and a burly soldier jumped down from the wall, carrying its tail, and muttered, "Yes, yes, you can cook a pot of soup." ”

"Alas, is this the fortress that claims to never fall? Once upon a time, it was so beautiful. ”

Kuai Wujian sighed earnestly, at this moment, he was riding a lame horse, following behind the fat man, and the third-class baron walked beside him on a tall horse, with a gloomy face. As for where his beautiful white white horse went? Unfortunately, it was snatched by a strong-looking refugee, who still remembers the man's sneering face.

The way of heaven is the way of thieves, they only took my horse, but not my head, should I thank them?

Kuai Wujian thought sullenly.

Walking along the dirty streets to the barracks, the soldiers who walked in groups of three and two saluted them silently, but Kuai Wujian knew that these soldiers were saluting the grain cart behind him, and their eyes were so hungry that they were no different from those robbers who had a way to steal.

The long, dilapidated streets smelled of disgust, like the musty smell of cold rain that had been accumulated for thousands of years, suddenly exposed to the scorching sun. Kuai Wujian didn't cover his nose, because it was useless to cover it, the city was full of this smell, and the closer to the barracks, the stronger the smell, and the smoke made people dizzy.

This is, the smell of death.

Kuai Wujian frowned, the mustache on his mouth turned up, the thick beard blocked his nostrils a little, and the smell was not so strong. He was about to laugh, but in a blink of an eye, he saw the heads floating around on the city wall, row after row of heads like gourds and melons in Southern Chu, but they did not grow on melon vines, or on human necks, but were inserted into the tips of halberds. His eyes were so good that he could even see the dry, dark purple blood bars on the halberd stalk attracting swarms of buzzing flies.

Look further afield, there is the other side of the fortress, the black vultures that are like rolling clouds.

This is the world, it's hell.

What kind of person is it to lead this war?

How can it be so brutal?

Unconsciously, Kuai Wujian pursed his mouth tightly, because he pursed his mouth, the mustache drooped down, and the stench began to drill into his heart again, penetrating into his soul, he felt extremely dull depression, but the more depressed, the brighter his eyes became, and his expression became more and more determined.

It was noisy in the barracks, and there was shouting and swearing everywhere.

However, if you look closely, the soldiers who come and go are silent, they walk very deeply, and when they fall into a pit, their eyes are very heavy, like inexhaustible stagnant water, and they do not even make a sound from the horses they are holding in their hands.

Where did that scolding come from?

"Enemy."

The slightly obese, blue-green coat that looked like a general, cleared Kuai Wuji's doubts. This man had an ordinary and ordinary face, if it weren't for the mottled iron armor and the few deep scars on his face, he would be like a simple old peasant. His eyes were gray, perhaps because he was too tired, his sockets were deeply sunken, and his eyeballs were bloodshot, but his eyes were still resolute and cold, exactly like the sword at his waist.

"Let's go, I'll take you to have a look." The man said.

The baron of the third rank marched to the depths of the barracks with the grain cart, and the lame horse followed the man in the opposite direction.

Silence all the way.

On the left side of the barracks, there are no tents here, only a five-clawed golden dragon banner fluttering in the wind, and those stone and wood hastily built cages, even cages are rare, sparsely pulled a dozen rooms, a large number of people squatting on the ground, hands and feet are tied with thick black ropes, armor and sharp soldiers vigilantly watch their every move, archers stand on a high platform, condescendingly lead the bow, keep on guard.

A strong stench came to his nostrils, and when he looked through the group of soldiers, he saw the flies that were roasting in a mess, and they were rising and falling in the midst of the group, dancing to death, and at this time, three or five soldiers with swords and halberds walked to the place where the flies were focused, and from there they brought out a corpse that was about to die, or was dead.

The soldiers walked past Kuai Wujian, and the man who was being carried was dead, his face swollen like a purple pig's liver.

"The wind is light on the night, Le Mi, Le Ning, ghost cars, you can't die well!"

A sudden shouting and scolding sounded at this time.

The slightly fat man took the bow from the soldier beside him, drew the string and set the arrow, and without aiming at it, shot the arrow at the wooden post of a certain cage, and the tail of the arrow trembled, and the sound stopped abruptly. There was a slight commotion in the crowd crouching on the ground, and they raised their heads to look at the man who had released the arrows and at Kuai Wujian who was standing next to the man.

Kuai Wujian was also looking at the man.

The man had no expression on his face, returned the arrows to the soldiers, and walked towards the cages.

Through the crowd, the faces, pale and white, the eyes, numb and dazed, like soulless flesh worms. Kuai Wujian's heart twitched one by one, and his mouth pursed even tighter.

"What you see is a man whose courage has been crushed by iron hooves, and before that, if you stood among them, there would only be one end, and that would be to have your head cut off, and they would not care who you were." The man was riding a horse, and the sword from the sword pouch was slapping against the horse's belly.

Kuai Wujian did not speak.

The man turned his head and smiled coldly, and as he walked through a cage, he pointed to the man in the cage: "This man has eight lives under his hands, but none of them are soldiers, all of them are civilians and slaves, among them are two three-year-old children and a pregnant woman with six kka, so it is nine lives." ”

The man crouched in the corner of the cage, as if hiding from the sunset that had slanted into the cage, and there was a puddle of muddy water on the ground, reflecting his face, and the messy hair was on the door of his head, dry as grass, and I don't know whether it was the rain or the sweat that dripped from his hair, dripping the face in the muddy water.

However, Kuai Wujian clearly saw that this person had a young face, about fifteen or sixteen years old.

When he came to the next cage, there was an arrow stuck in the capital, and the man pulled out the arrow, and stared fixedly at the man in the cage, and on the back of his hand holding the sword, the green tendons jumped down and down, and his breath was like an ox, heavy and sullen.

"Hahaha, since ancient times, there has been nothing else to say about becoming a king or defeating a king. However, Lao Tzu is unwillingly defeated, if it weren't for those damned guys who escaped and were locked in cages, it would be you, you! The man in the cage shouted hoarsely, he had a burly body, one eye was blind, half of his nose was missing, blood was dripping from his chest, and a broken arrow had penetrated through the gap in his breastplate, and with each roar he squeezed out a cloud of dirty blood from the wound.

This man is an outlaw.

Kuai Wujian looked at another cage, where there was a person kneeling, his hands pressed to his knees, his back was straight, the expression on his face was very calm, he was wearing a gorgeous and exquisite armor, although it was scarred, but it was clean, and there was also a puddle of muddy water beside him, and a ball of rags was cast in it, and at a closer look, the fabric was very luxurious, it should be the brocade of Nanchu.

"Who is he?" Kuai Wujian asked, pointing to the man in the cage.

"The devil only knows, they are robbers, where do the robbers get their names?"

"Some, the green lion, the thirty-eighth monarch of the kingdom, the hereditary third-class uncle. However, a certain life is not at the right time, he has been displaced since he was a child, although he is humble and does not give up, he has the ambition to restore the country and the country. Woohoo, but the will of heaven makes people, I have the intention of the whole wall, but there is no place for it, I fall into the grass, trapped in the cage, in vain......"

The man in the cage spoke quietly, his expression solemn, and his voice was subdued, as if he was reciting a beautiful sacrifice.

Kuai Wujian was stunned.

When he finished reading, Kuai Wujian said indifferently: "I want to see the wind and the night, General Fengda." ”

"General Feng Da can't see you now."

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The power outage, the network outage, the electricity just came, the network has not yet come, I ran to a relative's house to borrow a network, please forgive me. It cannot be updated regularly. Originally, there were two shifts a day this month, but I broke my promise. Please understand those who like this book. The quality is definitely not good, and there are no typos. I'm sorry.