This is a bend in the river, hundreds of years ago, there used to be a long and winding river, it is located eighty miles away from the fortress of the Ten Days, across the east corridor of the river, stretching in the Qingjin Mountains, with the passage of time, the river has long since dried up, the soft and fertile riverbed is overgrown with reeds, and the banks of the riverbed are densely wooded. Because of the deep Jinqing Mountains, it is inaccessible and is infested with poisonous insects and wild beasts.

The autumn wind blew through the reeds, stirring up a tuft of grass and grass wool, and the smell peculiar to damp earth filled the dense forest, which was dotted with simple tents and tree houses, in which groups of men in all kinds of armor flicked and shuttled, war horses wagged their tails and snorted under the trees, vultures circled over the treetops, and their cold and unforgiving eyes were fixed on the trees, where their dinner was served.

Under the tree stood a large banner with thorn flowers fluttering, two ragged and emaciated slaves were tied to the flagpole, and a soldier in armor and a blue and green coat was also tied, his face was bruised and bloodied, his helmet had fallen off, and his messy hair was soaked with sweat or rain, making him look rather embarrassed, but his eyes were still hard as iron.

At this time, there were already five or six corpses lying under that banner, all of which had been beheaded and died. The killers had hideous faces, and they cursed as they pushed the two slaves to the ground.

"Get down on your knees and bury your head down!"

The killer shouted loudly.

The two slaves were pressed to their knees, trembling and begging for mercy, but they could not make a sound.

"Click, click." Two rings.

Blood shot out, two human heads rolled down in a pool of blood, the vultures in the treetops screamed, maybe they were excited, and they could have a full meal tonight, recently, in this place of a hundred miles of garden, all the vultures were thanking the gods for the gifts, they sometimes ate those who were clothed in turquoise wind, and sometimes they ate those who held the banner of thorn flowers, sometimes on the endless plains, sometimes in the deserted ancient road. In short, it is a beautiful thing for vultures.

"Get down on your knees and bury your head down!"

The killer raised the bloody iron sword, which had already cut off more than a dozen heads, but it was still sharp, glowing with a strange light in the sunlight that pierced through the leaves, and the blood flowed down the sword to his arm, and the lumpy muscles kept beating as if they could not be restrained. His three companions pressed the man in the turquoise haze into a pool of blood, trying to make the man kneel, but the man was so powerful that no matter how they pushed, pulled, and kicked, he stood upright, and did not kneel.

"It's a man!"

A voice came from the dense forest, and from the mottled and old sunlight came a man, who stepped on the soft fallen leaves, and the iron armor on his body rattled, and he had a terrible scar on his face, and half of his nose had been cut off, and his eyes were very strange, not the usual black, or dark brown, but a blood, dull blood. The man walked into the slaughterhouse, looked up at the banner of thorns, and squinted at the man in the turquoise coat, his gaze as cold as a vulture in the treetops.

"You took five people and killed me fifteen, it's amazing, it's a man. Tell me, where are you from? However, don't say you're from Asaha Castle, I'll cut off your head myself. The man said coldly, the sparse sunlight shone on his face, cold as death, and he was also draped in a large coat, embroidered with the emblem of the Dongyi people, a bouquet of bewitching thorn flowers, but in that unnoticed corner, there was a small red maple leaf.

"He won't say it, it's the same as the people he killed yesterday, and besides, he's a nobleman." At this moment, another group of people came from the dense forest, led by a middle-aged man, with a majestic face, also wearing armor and a large coat, the sword on the sword bag was gorgeous and exquisite, and on the hilt of the sword inlaid with sapphires protruded a lion, which was pure green. He was the most neatly dressed and cleanly dressed of all of them, and he came with blood, walking steadily, without squinting, as if he was meeting King Jingtai in the city of songs, with a solemn expression.

"Tell me, your last name." The middle-aged man approached and stared at the armor of the young man dressed in cyan wind, which was covered with blood and dirt, and even a band of blood intestines on his waist. However, even this could not hide the beauty of the armor, which was not the usual black, with a layer of silver and white, and the breastplate and shoulder armor were intricately patterned.

The young man smiled coldly, straightened his chest, and ignored him.

"Get on your knees, this is our Leos ......"

"Smack!"

One of the killers shouted and cursed, but before he could finish speaking, the middle-aged man slapped the scolding man in the face with a backhand. The man was smacked, but his expression suddenly dawned, and he knelt on the ground with a "plop" sound, and his knee splashed with a ball of blood.

The middle-aged man said indifferently as if he had nothing to do: "Get up, don't take it as an example." As he spoke, he carefully looked at the young man's armor, as if he was very interested in the patterns on the armor.

"It's just a fake Chaoge Qingqi, can you still see any clues?"

The man who was missing half of his nose sneered, the middle-aged man looked happy, turned his head, glanced at him, turned his head again, and faced the young man in a turquoise coat: "Tieqiu Clan, you are a descendant of the Tieqiu Clan, tell me, how did you find here?" How many people came? ”

The young man was stunned when he heard this, obviously he didn't expect the middle-aged man to recognize the mark on his armor, but in a blink of an eye, he came back to his senses, straightened his chest, and looked extremely proud: "Yes, I am the queen of the Tieqiu Clan, Tieqiu Li." You Dongyi bandits, dare to be the enemy of General Fengda, hide in this dense forest all day long, and still want to seize the fortress of Xunri, it is really a pipe dream. He took a thick sip, his face full of disdain.

"It's your Feng Da General who doesn't dare to fight against us, not that we're afraid of him. Such a person is not worthy of being called a nobleman. The man who was missing half of his nose said coldly.

"Hahaha......"

The young man laughed: "The generation of ants, snakes and rats also pretends to be a grand match, which is really ridiculous in the world." In this dark forest, you hid like rats, building chariots and hammer carts, but you did not dare to attack the city, and then you took advantage of the dark moon and high wind to climb into the fortress of the tenth day, killing people everywhere, and sowing rumors. Is this the work of a great husband? You noseless and faceless man, and look at the walls of the fortress of the Ten Days, who are those heads stuck in the tips of halberds? ”

"It seems that you know everything, so I really don't want to keep you. However, I can give you an aristocratic death. The middle-aged man said lightly, his expression was very calm, but a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes.

"Come, with my sword, cut off my head like this, send my head to the fortress of the Ten Sun, General Feng will avenge me, and I will open my eyes and watch you all be stuck in the tip of the halberd." The young man stood proudly and looked at the sword in the hand of a murderer, who was holding the same young man's sword, but now it had become someone else's trophy.

"Well, as you wish. Untie him and give me the sword. ”

The middle-aged man took the sword handed by the murderer, and he became the murderer, and he squinted his eyes and stared at the young man's neck, and he thought, this man is indeed a nobleman, and I should give him the respect he deserves, and break his neck with a sword, and then return his head and armor, including this sword.

"Come on." The young man broke free from the two men who had loosened him and strode over to the pile of corpses, standing in a pool of blood, facing west, in the direction of the fortress of the Ten Suns. The sun shines through the woods, shining on his face, slightly immature, and his eyes are resolute. He took a deep breath and said secretly, I can't be afraid, let alone afraid, I am the Tieqiu Clan, General Feng said that everyone in the world has a death.

The iron sword was stacked in the fine sunlight, and the middle-aged man raised the sword.

"Woo, woo......"

But at this moment, a terrible and brocade horn sound came from afar, and the expression of the man who was missing half of his nose and his eyes were as yellow as blood changed, and he said coldly: "Could it be that the wind is looking for it in the light night?" How dare he abandon the city? ”

The middle-aged man frowned, raised his sword high, turned his head, and looked back.

"Report ......"

"Hoof it, hoof it ......"

A knight rode through the dense forest on horseback, and with great horsemanship, dodging branches and potholes, came near, and cried out, "Returning to the two chiefs, the great chief has arrived, and please go and meet them." ”

"The Great Chief? Death's Messenger ......"

The two of them were stunned together, their expressions were different, the eyes of the person with half of the nose was missing, and his right hand subconsciously pressed the hilt of the sword, the middle-aged man was still holding the sword high, and there was finally a trace of discoloration in his calm and indifferent eyes, he slowly put the sword down, as if taking a deep breath, and said to the man who was missing half of the nose: "It's finally here, let's go, we have to go and see him." ”

"I don't want to provoke him, for if he goes mad, it's worse than the vicious tricks you have come up with all day long buried in those tattered books." ”

"If you don't see him, I'm afraid you'll really provoke him."

The middle-aged man said coldly, handed the sword in his hand to one of the people beside him, and instructed the slaughterers: "Look at him, get him some food, and prepare some hot water, if he escapes, I will cut off all your heads." As he spoke, he faced the young man and smiled: "Tie Chuli, I hope that in this dark forest, you will not feel ashamed, and your head will grow well on your neck, waiting for me to come back and get it." Also, let me tell you one more thing, we will be attacking the city in the near future, and I hope you will still see it then. ”

"Humph!"

The young man snorted coldly.

The elegant middle-aged man and the man who was missing half of his nose went,

Thirteen murderers held murderous swords and halberds, against the young man's back, forcing him to go deep into the forest, the young man turned around, glanced at the place where the trumpet sounded, and for the first time there was a deep worry between his eyebrows, he thought, there is another more brutal robber, General Feng, can you still keep your promise?