When you see the sky farther away than others, there will always be unknowable dangers waiting for you, because you are born extraordinary - excerpt from "Zhongzhou Kingdoms - The Biography of King Yan"

Zhongli City is a city of betrayal. When hope turns to despair, betrayal arises. Since Zhongli Honghu betrayed the Yan Kingdom, Yan Eighteen cleaned the city, but all the Zhongli clansmen who participated in it were killed by Yan Eighteen, except for Zhongli Honghu, and the current Zhongli City no longer belongs to any lord, the highest governor in the city is Ling Yin, and Zhongli Hongfu is the current Ling Yin.

The blacksmith was an assassin.

The blacksmith shop is located at the entrance to Zhongli Castle and has a great view. It was snowing heavily, there were few pedestrians on the streets, only a group of soldiers patrolling back and forth with halberds, and a dog froze to death outside the blacksmith's shop, apparently dead for a long time, and two rats lying on it and biting the ears of the dead dog.

The fire in the furnace was blazing, the blacksmith was pulling the bellows bare-chested, the snow could not fly into the blacksmith's shop, they melted at the door, and the ground was a mess of water, and all kinds of ironware hanging on the beams were clangled by the wind.

When the employer came, the blacksmith was throwing a piece of old iron into the furnace.

"He's coming." The employer said.

The blacksmith introduced the molten iron into the mold, waited for the molten iron to cool naturally, took out the long iron strip inside, placed it on the iron mill, and then picked up a hammer and smashed the iron bar. A stream of sweat ran down the blacksmith's neck, mingled with another stream of sweat on his arms, and dripped into the nearby stove.

"He should die in Zhongli City and be buried with the dead."

The employer was a burly man, and he was covered in a black robe, which was not strictly speaking, but a robe of rags and unknown feathers, crawling with all sorts of dirt, scarred crusts, a few rotten blades of grass, and even a lump of horse dung hanging from it.

"Yan Eighteen, Shen Fu Li, they all deserve to die."

The blacksmith did not speak, and the employer walked over to the stove, crouched down, and removed the rags from his head, and the light of the fire shone on his face, which was not a human face, the nose was gone, only two flesh-and-blood holes remained, and only one eye remained, and the eyelids and eyebrows were like a mess of pulp, and the rotten flesh on the mouth was entangled with each other, and the sound of the voice wriggled and squirmed like disgusting worms.

"It's your honorarium."

The employer opened the hem of the rotten robe, and took out a large cloth bag from it, which was very clean, and the mouth was loosely open, and the dazzling light leaked out of it, and by the light of the fire it was seen, and in it were pearls the size of eggs, and there were colorful gems, and there were whole pieces of copper and gold. Such a large cloth bag could buy dozens of blacksmith shops, and of course, countless slaves.

"We only have one chance."

The fire in the stove was beating, and the employer squatted beside the fire to roast the fire, but he didn't dare to look at the charcoal fire inside, and the rotten flesh on his face trembled: "For revenge, I burned my face, and it was such a pot of fire, and it laughed right in front of me, and I buried my head in it, and I could hear that sound, it was a very beautiful sound." It told me that I had to live, and that only by surviving could I throw the enemy in and let them know what fear was. ”

The reddish iron bar softened, cold, and hardened under the blacksmith's hammer, and from time to time the blacksmith threw it into the basin of water, stirring up a cloud of mist, and from time to time threw it into the furnace, making it red and softening again. And so on and so forth.

The employer was a little impatient, he had been waiting for a long time.

"The dead will find a way to pull the horse that stops him, and will also open a passage for you, your mother I have ordered someone to send her away, she has another identity, she will enjoy her old age in Yongdu. You don't have to worry, she will own a piece of land and have fifty slaves to serve her in your place. ”

The blacksmith still didn't speak, and sweat rolled down his face, dripping down.

"What are you waiting for, my son!"

The employer suddenly accentuated his tone, and he raised his face at the mouth of the stove: "Look at my face, my son, I am your father. ”

"Father? You were never my father. My father is dead. The blacksmith stared at his employer's face burned by fire.

"Without me, there would be no you. No matter what, you have my blood in you, and you are my son. Now that your family has been wiped out, and the enemy is laughing at us, we must return the blood. ”

"That's your family, not mine, my mother is a slave, I am also a slave, never the son of Zhongli Honghu. Honorable Lord, am I right? Maybe not, you're no longer the lord of Zhongli City now. The blacksmith's voice was cold.

Listening to the blacksmith's words, the employer was furious, he wanted to stand up and slap him, but he held back, looked at the fire in the stove for the first time, and said: "If you were really a slave, I wouldn't have sent you to Moyuan Mountain in the first place, and you wouldn't have learned the art of killing." Now you have come to laugh at me, at your father. ”

"Skills? That's not what I want, I just want to strike iron. My lord, did you expect such a day? Am I a murderous tool in your eyes? Take your purse and let your tools of killing do the murder for you. ”

The iron tire burned red, and the blacksmith took it out, lifted the hammer with a blank face, and slammed it hard, sparks splashing everywhere. The employer was silent for a while, and his eyeballs against the flesh shreds rolled, contrasting with the fire in the furnace: "If there are too many dead soldiers, he will notice that although the black warriors of the Yan Kingdom are not as powerful as the black knights of the Qi Kingdom, they are still not to be underestimated." My son, I'm not begging you now, I'm alive and your mother is alive. If you want her to live, you should fulfill your duties as Zhongli. ”

"You threaten me?"

"I'm not threatening you, I'm just telling you that you don't have a choice."

……

Zhongli City is a majestic city, but also a city of four wars, and there are traces of war everywhere on the city walls. The huge gates were uneven, in some places they had been burned by fire, the exposed wood was blackened like charcoal, and in other places the iron sheets were mutilated, and white snowflakes were embedded in them. A troop of horsemen rushed out of the city, standing tall in the wind and snow, and the snowflakes fell on the tips of their halberds and their armor.

Yan Eighteen's convoy headed for Zhongli City.

The current commander Yin Zhongli Hongfu and the other marquis are outside the city gate, still wearing a wide robe and a high crown, and it seems that they have not been affected by the extermination of the Zhongli clan. The blazing trumpet sounded sixteen times, which was the highest etiquette to welcome the king. The people in the city knew that Yan Eighteen was coming, so they got out of the house one after another, walked out of the street, and saluted the convoy. It's not that they love Yan Eighteen much, but they all want to see what this executioner looks like, yes, in the eyes of the people in Zhongli City, Yan Eighteen has been promoted from a timid and cowardly fool to an executioner. The purge lasted for more than half a month, and the population of the city was sharply reduced by 20%, including many of their relatives.

There was no sound, except for the wind.

Everyone watched in silence as the convoy approached.

Rows of knights and armorers in armor lined the avenue, building an iron wall with halberds and iron swords, but it was superfluous, no one cheered, no one pushed, and no one rushed into the convoy, and the people on both sides of the avenue were like lifeless sculptures. Snowflakes fell on the mutilated sculptures of cows and horses on the top of the city, and on the bodies of these people.

Yan Eighteen pushed open a crack in the car window, in the face of such a scene, he was not surprised, nor did he regret it, the order to clean was given by him, since the founding of the Yan State, he has not been truly betrayed by the lord, Zhongli City is the first, Zhongli is also the first, since he has been the first, he has to bear this unprecedented consequence, just like the current Nan Chu. If he could do it all over again, Yan Eighteen would still choose to kill.

Sometimes, killing is done for the living.

It's a pity that there is still a fish that slipped through the net, and Shen Fuli has always refused to hand over Zhongli Honghu.

The wind and snow were slaughtered, and the people all over the city looked at Yan Eighteen. After entering the city, the two chariots walked side by side in front, the halberders and archers on the chariots were vigilant around, and the heavily armed single riders and sword and shield men surrounded Yan Eighteen's six-wheel drive carriage one after another, and the convoy moved forward at a rapid pace.

Little by little, the convoy moved forward, and the people on both sides of the avenue did not move, but their eyes moved with the movement of the convoy, as if they were waiting for something. Zhongli Hongfu replaced Yan Eighteen's chauffeur and was exercising his duty to drive for the monarch, his eyelids couldn't help beating, and an ominous premonition enveloped him.

The journey from the city gate to the Lingyin Department is very long, but there will be an end to the road.

Just when the flag bearer was about to rein in his horse, all of a sudden, the war horse stumbled! The tall black horse staggered in the snow, then fell to the ground with a thud, and crushed the flag bearer under his stomach. At the same time, a sharp arrow whistled and stabbed into the neck of the flag bearer. The flag bearer clutched his neck, his eyes wide, and he tried to pull out the arrow, but his strength was exhausted, and blood came out from between his fingers, staining his armour and the white snow.

Three tripwires bounced out of the snow, and the ropes were tied with iron barbs and iron hooks, and the war horses rushed forward with the chariots, and the horse's legs were drawn by the iron spikes and iron hooks and blood spattered, and one of the chariots rolled on its side, and the chariots behind it crashed into it, and the two wars were stacked on top of each other.

Time stands still.

The dead men in snow-colored clouds rushed from both sides of the snow, and without shouting, they neatly plunged their swords into the necks of the warriors on the two chariots, in their vests.

"Protect Your Majesty!"

The ten hoplites roared and rushed at the dead men with their iron swords, but they were greeted by more tripstrings, and they fell to the ground one after another, because the armor on their bodies was too heavy to turn over for a while. The dead men rushed towards Yan Eighteen's carriage, ignoring the heavily armed knights rolling around in the snow.

"Stand out for the shield, stand out for the shield!"

"Shoot the arrows, release the arrows!"

The iron shields were erected layer by layer, and the sword and shield bearers looked at the rushing dead soldiers in the gaps in the shields, their eyes as cold as death. The archers drew their bows and arrows, and a volley of fire burst into the vast snow. However, the dead are the dead, and they are still charging, slamming their bodies against their shields, and meeting the cold blades with their flesh and blood. These dead men had excellent swordsmanship, and as long as there was a little gap, they would send their swords into the necks and eyebrows of the sword and shield men before they died.

Swords and arrows came and went, and people kept falling, but no one screamed. The shield was shrinking, but it was still unbreakable. The rest of the heavily armed knights drove their horses at the dead soldiers, slashing their swords mercilessly into their necks, the hot blood melting the snow on the ground, and soon mixing with the snow again.

"Uhh

There was a loud shout overhead, and a burly man picked up a large sledgehammer on the roof, the size of a basin, and he slashed it more and more quickly, and then flew away. The carriage shook twice and fell apart with a bang. The six horses screamed and rushed in all directions, smashing the shield array to pieces. Yan Eighteen rolled into the snow.

"Blood debt and blood payment!"

The man grabbed a broadaxe stuck in the roof, leaped off the roof, and cut a sword and shield man in half from top to bottom.