It was another sunny morning.

Early in the morning, the groom was in the stable, it was an old horse, the teeth were about to fall out, a few manes were sparsely put on the neck, in addition, the whole body was convex, the sun shone on the horse's belly, like a mirror reflecting the light, in fact, there was no need to wash it, but the groom was still very energetic, because this was the old lord's favorite horse. When the old lord was young, he rode it, followed the ancestors, drove the Dongyi people into the sea, and beat the Lu people to cry and cry for their mother, which was the most glorious moment of the old lord's life.

After washing the horse, the groom led the old horse in the sun for a while, then opened the musty wooden box, took out the neatly folded vests from it, and put them on the old horse one by one, and when everything was finished, the old horse was glorious, and looked tall and mighty.

The groom led it to the old lord.

The Lord's Mansion was like a castle, with tall thick walls, pointed arrow towers, crisscrossing the streets, a group of slave girls splashing dust on the streets, and the air was filled with the fresh smell of earth, which the groom loved very much, the smell of the land.

"Hey, old horse."

As he passed underneath the tower, a soldier poked his head out of the tower and beckoned to the old horse. "Stinky boy, be careful to fall down and break your ass in half." The groom cracked his jagged yellow teeth at the soldier, whose name was Old Ma, and he was a slave, but he was the exclusive slave of the old lord, and he served only the old lord, who ordered him to take care of the horse until it died, and then he would be free.

What is freedom? Old horses are not uncommon, he now has sons and daughters, and two acres of land, what is there not to be satisfied with in this life?

The morning sun was very pleasant, and after walking for a while, the old horse was covered in sweat, and he led the horse to the shadows where the sun could not shine. A group of knights whistled past him on sturdy horses, all of them looking like dusty knights, their shields stained with mud and sand on their bellies, as did the big ones behind them. The old horse knew that they were all retainers and samurai of the old lord, and they came from all directions of the territory. At this moment, if you stand on the wall, you will definitely see a very spectacular scene, groups of fierce knights, groups of soldiers with iron spears, halberds, and even rumbling chariots, all converging on this fortress.

The old lord is gathering his retainers and samurai, and the retainers and samurai are gathering all the warriors under his command.

How many years have we not seen such a grand event? Ten years, or twenty years? The most recent one was the Battle of Qilu, right? No, it should be the battle of Qingjin, in that battle, Dayong mobilized 200,000 horses and 6,000 chariots, wanting to roll the emerging Qi country into the abyss.

The thought of the battle of Qingjin made the old horse's chest ache faintly, in that battle, he was stabbed in the chest by the enemy, and almost died, until now, every time it rains, he will be in pain and unable to straighten his waist. Thankfully, it's not raining every day.

At last they came to the gate of the lord's compound, where the old lord's retainers and samurai gathered, and as far as the eye could see, the dense crowd of men and horses blocked the door, but no noise was heard, and all the knights had a gloomy face, and did not say a word, only the horses under the seats were chatting their hooves uneasily.

The old horse led the horse towards the gate, and the knights reined in their horses to avoid the sides. Walking into the compound, there were busy figures everywhere, the young slave girl accidentally fell, the clay pot in her arms shattered to the ground, the old slave girl rushed over, and was about to slap her, but she forcibly held back, squatted down and cleaned up the debris on the ground with her.

The whole compound was so quiet that only the footsteps of Suo Suo could be heard, and the sound of deliberately suppressed gasps could be heard, and even the rats did not dare to make a sound when they scurried past the corner.

The atmosphere was extremely eerie.

The old horse led the horse through the gap between the white sails and the red silk, and the tables were lined up on both sides, and there was wine and meat on them, and there was no one on the seat on one side of the happy event and the other side of the funeral.

The old horse came to the backyard with his breath, and at a glance he saw the old lord squatting on the steps and watching the sun. The old lord was very old, his face was covered in death spots, and the deep wrinkles were enough to trap any mosquito.

"Old Ma, are you here?"

"Yes, my lord."

"The horses are very well raised and very spiritual."

"Your lordship is more spiritual."

"Come, sit."

The old lord patted the steps, and the old horse hesitated, bolted the horse to the capital, walked over with a shrunken hand, and sat down beside the old lord, only half of his buttocks.

"Sit down, I've just smoked incense, it's more fragrant than."

The old lord pulled the old horse, but the old horse did not dare to struggle, so he had to move his ass again. The old lord smiled with satisfaction: "My old man, do you remember?" If you hadn't blocked the sword for me that time, I would have died a long time ago, and I wouldn't have been able to see such a beautiful sun. ”

"That's the old slave's duty."

Old Ma said respectfully.

"Yes, duty, everyone has their duty, they changed the law and killed my two sons, one of whom should have been married today, you know, he is my eldest son, and he will inherit my title, and he will do his duty. And I've been doing my part, and I've never forgotten the oath I took when I got down on one knee and faced my ancestors with my sword in hand. Then you were beside me, leading my horse and holding my shield. My old man, do you hear me? My vow. ”

The old lord looked at the sun in the sky, the sun fell on his face, half light and half dark, the bright half was deeply immersed in the memory, and the dark half looked black and blue, very scary.

"The old slave heard it, and the lord said, I ......" The old horse said this, and looked at the old lord, a slave can't directly call the lord's name, that is a crime of killing the head without suspense.

"Speaking of which, my old man, after I came back from Yan Kingdom, my memory is not very good, I need you to remind me."

"Yes, my lordship, the lord said, I, Gong loses, Gong loses, this life, eternal life, eternal allegiance to the Qi country, for loyalty and glory, I am willing to scatter every drop of blood on the land of the Qi country."

"This life, this life, eternal life. Is that what I said? ”

"Yes, my lord."

The old horse bowed his head.

"Guy." The old lord patted the old horse's shoulder, and the hand armor in his hand shook the old horse a little painfully: "You know, the Gongyi clan has a single line, and it is almost extinct when it reaches my generation, and it is finally born three sons, but now he has been killed by his sons, and now it is a single line." Perhaps, I should thank God for finally leaving a single seedling for the Gongyi clan. In this life, in this life, in eternity, should I still remember such a duty? ”

The old horse didn't speak, but bit his mouth tightly.

"You don't dare to say it, I don't force you, even I don't know it. Ancestors, you have left me with a big problem. But the sun is so beautiful. ”

The old lord patted his ass and stood up, today he did not wear a high-crowned robe, but an iron armor, the armor was as old as the old lord, although the dents on it had been knocked out by the blacksmiths, but the old horse still clearly remembered that there should be two cracks on his right chest and waist, deep cracks, and there should also be on his back.

"You are an old immortal, both sons have been killed, happy events have turned into funerals, but you are still sitting here watching the sun, I will let you see, I will let you see!!"

At this moment, the old lord's wife ran over, holding a big broom in her hand, and threw herself on the old lord's head and face, and the old lord hid around, looking very embarrassed.

Lao Ma swore that he had never seen such an old lady, and that in the past the old lady was very gentle, very noble, and soft-spoken, but today she was as muddy as a shrew. Seeing that the old lord was driven into the corner, he couldn't avoid it anymore, and the people around him were shocked, and no one dared to step forward. The old horse stepped forward violently and blocked in front of the old lord, and with a sound of "sand", the old horse's face was covered with blood.

"Enough!! That's your grandson, and you used to hold him in your arms. Do you really want me to kill him? "The old lord is like a lion, a lion of anger and pain.

"But he killed my son! Oh my son!! That's my forty-eight-year-old son, Haotian God, you return my two sons, and no one will kill them!! ”

The old lady fell to the ground and wailed like a she-wolf who had lost her cubs.

The cry spread far away, and the eighteen knights who were waiting outside the courtyard got off their horses, pressed their swords at their waists, and walked into the courtyard with heavy steps, and they fell on one knee, with their swords in hand, but they did not say a word.

The sun shone on these majestic figures, casting dark shadows.

The old lord closed his eyes, and after a long time, he beckoned to the old horse.

The old horse had wiped the blood off his face and brought the real old horse with him.

The old lord climbed on his horse and looked at his retainers and samurai, knowing that at the slightest command he had, these loyal retainers and samurai would fulfill their promises, and without hesitation, they drew their swords from their pouches and plunged them into their enemies.

Revenge, sometimes like a raging flame, sometimes like a pool of silent stagnant water, will not surging until the most dangerous moment.

"I'm going to an appointment, and there will be no joy or mourning until I come back."

The old lord rode the old horse, circled around the eighteen samurai who were kneeling on one knee, and without looking at his old wife, he walked out of the courtyard of Sen Ran. The old horse followed behind him, holding the lord's shield.

When he came to the courtyard, the old horse also rode a horse, and the moment he pulled off the mask on his helmet, the sunlight disappeared, and the old horse's body was as straight as a sword.