Each person has a pair of hands, of varying thickness and length.

In the tent, a lamp is like a bean.

Yu Lie knelt in front of the lamp and looked at his hands, the dim flames reflected in the blood-colored pupils like two slender vertical eyes, his hands were slender and powerful, the green tendons on the back of his hands appeared and disappeared with the opening and closing of his fingers, turning his palms, and the tiger's mouth and fingers were covered with rough and thick dead calluses, which were caused by years of strangling the horse's reins and practicing swords.

Kuai Wujian left, riding the lame horse out of the fortress, he did not return to Cloud City, but followed the winding path behind the fortress to the Hengshan corridor. The heavens and the earth are big, and in the ancient and vast land of Zhongzhou, every day, there will always be thousands of scholars riding horses and carrying swords around the world, and they are like rootless duckweeds, swimming from east to west, and flowing south to north. When they see the blue water show, they will sing the same ancient poems to praise, and when they see tyranny and evil customs, they will draw their swords from their waists and engrave everything they see on bamboo slips, passing them on from generation to generation. History is recorded and passed on in their hands. However, they are more likely to look for soil suitable for their survival. This is the world of princes, each of whom has different hands and preferences, and the same is true for the rulers. Wherever they can show their strengths, they will be there.

Although the white-clothed scholar was gone, he left a seed in Yu Lie's heart. And that kind of son is a hand, a hand hidden in the dark, but pulling fate.

The great firebird occupied Yu Lie's bed, and it lay there, stretching its huge wings, and at night, it ate a long poisonous snake, two fat rabbits, ten colorful snake eggs, and half a bucket of fragrant chaff porridge, and now, it lay motionless, with a bubble in its long beak from time to time, and its eyelids were weakly lifted, and its red eyes were exactly the same as those of its owner. And it's obviously overwhelmed.

The slightly cold night wind tugged at the tent curtains, making a "hiss, hiss" sound, and the armoured soldiers walked past the tent with torches and halberds, their footsteps heavy and powerful, and from time to time there were a few slight moans from the far away night, that the captives were being punished. Angry scolding and laughter rang out from the tent next door, which was the details of the middle-aged lord and the third-class baron being trading slaves with profiteers from afar, singing red and white-faced, Zicheyu with white faces, and young third-class barons with red faces. After all, it was 10,000 antnose coins, no, 15,000 sword coins, which was an expected windfall for the three lords. Since ancient times, war has been one of the largest sources of slavery. Otherwise, how can it be said that the king is the king and the loser?

The winner is the king, and the loser is the villain, this is the eternal truth, and it is the criterion of the world of great contention.

The slave lord looked at his hand without blinking, and his two blood-red eyes seemed to gather into two beams of blood and fell on the flipping hand. He thought, maybe Kuai Wujian is right, there is a hand behind my back, it pushes me forward without a way back, and the dark front may be an abyss hell that is thousands of feet deep. I am Yu Lie not Ji Lie, even if it is Ji Lie, it is just a fool who is ridiculed, I am different from Qi Ge, and Yan Toe and Yan Wu are also different, they are the real pride of the sky, and I am just an ant struggling in this forest of princes, I just want to live, live to fulfill the promise I made.

God will not be merciful, it will only look coldly at these ants crawling at its feet, give them hope or other desires, and let them struggle with that desire. In its eyes, the world is a game of chess, and maybe I am not even a chess piece. It is extremely greedy and feeds on the joys and sorrows of its minions.

Hotaru is still waiting for me.

The blood letter in "Fang Rong Palace" must be very beautiful, I want to go and see it. And that sound of reading on the wall, it always rings in my dreams, who is she?

Xiaoyu, where are you going? Didn't you say that you will always be by my side and never leave me. But now you are taking my sword against me.

My lord, my uncle, my grandfather, your sword against my vest is cold and piercing.

No, you're Yu Lie, not Ji Lie!

You don't have a choice!

The bean-sized fire swayed back and forth, and the slave lord shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, his blood-red eyes changing between gentleness, dazedness, helplessness, anger, and roar. The great firebird felt his strong emotions change dramatically, and it struggled to move down from the bed, and walked slowly in front of him. It stood taller than him, and a great shadow hung over him. Yu Lie looked up in the shadows and looked at his bird in a daze. The big firebird lowered his head, rubbed his face with his fluffy head as usual, and "cooed" as if to say, 'Yu Lie, Yu Lie, you and me.' The slave lord was stinged by its feathers, but he smiled at it silently, and stood up, wrapped his arms around its neck, and stroked the long, thick feathers.

The faint light stretched the shadows of a man and a bird slanted and long, and the tent was quiet, and the two shadows nestled against each other were no longer lonely.

It rained, and it was dripping on the top of the tent, and there was a "poof" sound, and the cold and wet wind poured in through the tent curtain and extinguished the lamp.

The big firebird climbed into bed and posed with a very comfortable 'big' word. Yu Lie walked over to the wooden man, took the sword full of openings and hung it under the sword bag, opened the rain-soaked curtain, and walked out.

The sky was pitch black, without any color, and there were a few scattered torches floating in the place where the rain could not penetrate, and beyond that, the entire barracks and fortresses were black.

Zi Che Yu and Xing Luo sent the profiteer away, and the slightly obese figure of the middle-aged lord came from the rain, he wiped the rain on his face, and looked at Yu Lie fixedly: "Go or stay, it's time to make a decision." ”

"We should stay. Yan people are fearless. The blood of the swallow people is iron. "The eyes of the young baron of the third rank shone brightly in the dark night, and the difficult choice came, and as a noble and proud samurai, what could be more important than loyalty and faith? The time has come to sacrifice oneself for the country!

"Yan people are not afraid of death, but Yan people will not die for no reason! As long as the fortress remains, the war will never stop. We won one war, but we couldn't win the next war, and we had less than a thousand left. And that damn breezy night, he didn't know how to die in the wine jar of that prince, or in the bed of some delicate noble woman! The voice of Zicheyu was particularly low under the sound of "poof" rain.

"There is only one person, and we have to fight to the end! We are soldiers and samurai, how can a samurai disobey the military orders of the feudal king?! Xingluo roared in a low voice, his eyes still bright, sharp as a freshly baked sword, and his face and neck should have been red, though it was dark and invisible.

"Fool, the king and the general don't know the situation here, and they will be outside, and the king's order will not be granted. We have no food, the fortress is difficult to hold, there is only a dead end! The middle-aged lord shouted loudly.

"Death was originally the fate of the samurai!" The baron of the third rank argued with reason.

"If it is in Yandi, if it is for the rise and fall of Yan Kingdom, Zicheyu will die without regrets. However, this is the Yu Kingdom, there is no pear blossom as white as snow here, and there is no eloquent king, only the tattered city walls and the mouse-eyed Yu Hou, they all want us to die here!! The middle-aged lord roared.

The third-class baron took a step back, but puffed out his chest to look at Yu Lie, who had been silent. Zicheyu also looked at Yu Lie.

Go or stay, spear and shield, once again in front of the slave lord, he must make a choice. He sighed in his heart, whether he went or stayed, Kuai Wujian was worthy of being the heir of Guiguzi, and before he knew it, he had collapsed more than half of this seemingly impregnable fortress. Although the two lieutenants suppressed the taboo in their hearts, it was clear that they both suspected that this was a conspiracy, and that for those captives, they would eventually die if they succeeded or failed. And for the three lords, perhaps, since the day they left Yanjing City, they have been abandoned by the Yan Kingdom, even though they don't know whose idea it was, Your Majesty? General? Or is there anyone else?

The rain was heavier, and the tents rattled.

The eyes of the middle-aged lord and the third-class baron were like night wolves in the cold mist, scorching and pressing.

Yu Lie raised his head, and the cold rain fell from the sky and hit him in the face, but he didn't feel the slightest coldness, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his chest. He drew his mangled sword and pointed it at the dark sky, his blood-red gaze getting redder and redder.

"Woo......"

However, the poignant sound of the horn sounded at this crucial moment, at an inopportune time.

The vast rain poured down. The five-clawed golden dragon banner hung like a rag on the arrow tower under the rain rush, and the air dead wind lamp in the tower swayed in the wind and rain, like a swaying ghost eye.

From the dark plain there was the faint sound of horses' hooves, which was very light and yet heavy, and stepped on the trembling heartstrings one by one.

Laiqi climbed the mountain beam, and from the rain curtain, only fifteen twisted shadows could be seen.

The mournful sound of the horn still echoed, the deathly fortress came to life in an instant, the neighing of horses in the rainy night, the clash of iron armor mingled with the sound of heavy footsteps. The profiteer pushed open the window and watched the bands of soldiers roll towards the wall, his brow furrowed and he looked dazed.

Yu Lie stood on the city wall, watching the rider get closer and closer. The lightning in the sky was like the halberd of the great god of Haotian, it tore through the dark rain sky, and fifteen people appeared under the lightning, all dressed in black, and their heads and faces were wrapped in the black rainrobes.

The Qingjin Mountain in the distance was like a silent monster with a huge mouth of a black hole, and these fifteen people came from that huge mouth, with boundless depression.

The soldiers on the city walls were breathing heavily.

The horses under the seats were also breathing heavily.

Man, but still as death.

"Who's coming?" Xingluo was bathed in lightning and rain, and his eyes were as cold as knives.

"The deceased."

The black knight led by him slowly raised his head, slowly took off the black robe covering his face, and stared obliquely at Yu Lie in the sky above Qizhang, his eyes were like two rounds of suns, exuding infinite light and heat.