Whether it is physical fitness or accuracy, Yang Fan has become a qualified sniper. Of course, this mainly relies on the pupil flame and the physique brought by the cultivation improvement, so that even in the rain curtain, he can clearly see everyone and every drop of rain, of course, the result of this is in exchange for the consumption of internal force.

The rain was a little heavy, and Yang Fan's feet stepped on the grass, and a series of blisters appeared, which made a sizzling sound. Yang Fan put away the sniper rifle, hid it in the black box under the turf, and slowly walked towards Seng Yizhu, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground.

Yang Fan picked up the oil-paper umbrella on the ground and stood next to Seng Yizhu. Looking at the shadows of the rainy mountains.

The moving beads stopped, and the monk Yizhu stopped reciting the scriptures in his mouth, opened his eyes, and said, "You can save him." But because he didn't save him, he killed more people, which is not good. ”

"So you feel guilty?" Yang Fan looked at the more than ten corpses that had fallen, and without exception, they were all killed by being hit in the head. His pupil flame can help him accurately target the leaders who have defected.

"The little monk is overdoing it for the benefactor." Monk Yizhu's robe, because of Ezhe's blood, was soaked in blood red, and the raindrops hit it, and the blood was smeared.

"Fart, Lao Tzu wants you to be excessive? Your monk is really narrow-minded, if these 30,000 Mongolian soldiers really take refuge in Houjin, when Houjin goes south, there will be more than ten deaths, more than 100,000 people! I kill to save people. Yang Fan took off the turf and shook off a pile of mud-stained clothes.

"Amitabha, the little monk only knows that the donor can save this prince of Ezhe." When he said this, the mud stain that Yang Fan had just thrown off was thrown on his bald head. He rolled his eyes at Yang Fan.

"Look at this man. The more you love to be clean, the more this dirty thing wants to get on you. Both the first born and the backbone. If you save it, you will save it in vain, and it is better to die. "Yang Fan is covered in mud. Washed away by the rain even more embarrassed, he said slowly, "Get up." We can't sing half of the drama on stage. ”

"Amitabha, if there is another killing, the little monk can only go back to the Wannian Temple to repent." Seng Yizhu lowered his head embarrassedly, as if he couldn't make sense to Yang Fan in this way, so he simply didn't say anything.

", when you kill the tiger. Why don't you come to this set of pretenses? ”

Seng Yizhu stood up and said, "When the little monk overtook his uncle, he had already overtaken the Tiger Dao chief. ”

"I'm Ami, you Buddha, do you think Hu Changkong and Xuanyuan Chen want to sleep under your little bamboo excess, or live a few more years at ease?"

"Amitabha, the Taoist has already driven the crane to the west, and it is not a relief." The little monk's face became redder and redder.

"Oh, you're good. A liberation is a liberation for you, or for him. Let's go. I won't talk to you anymore. Yang Fan and this little monk have been mixed for a month, and they are also familiar with each other, and he slapped Seng Yizhu on the head.

"The little monk said that he was not allowed to move the little monk's head. Lord Yang is too much! ”

Yang Fan stepped on the horse and said, "There is mud on your head, help you wipe it off." Fuss. Not on the horse yet. ”

"What about these corpses?"

"Don't worry, it's raining. The blood can't be dispersed, so naturally someone will come to collect the body. ”

The two horses slowly returned. The steppe calmed down again. Only rain. Silently underground.

There was some depression in the king's tent, and at dusk, the rain was dripping, and a group of people knelt in front of the bed, covering their mouths and noses with white towels.

"Khan, do you want to send someone to inform the Tusi of Kham and the Tibetan Buddha? Let them send people to hunt down those traitors. ”

Lin Dan Khan on the bed looked even weaker, with a high fever that did not go away, and there were more pimples on his body.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and the words of the people below him buzzed in his ears. The beautiful woman who had been staying in the king's tent turned pale, leaned into Lin Danhan's ear, and repeated the sentence softly.

"Don't go. We have no main force, and we don't even have the capital to live on the plateau. They won't help us. He shook his head with a wry smile.

Asking for help in the past now is tantamount to looking for death, and it is even more accelerated to the destruction of the Chahar Department. Lin Danbatur is very clear about this, when the fire was in Horqin, the Inner Khalkha tribes also took advantage of the fire to rob. Now that the Chahar Department is empty, the few remaining Etoks are still a group of old clansmen, how can they still negotiate terms with them.

"We ...... Khan, why don't we cut the gold too. ”

Lin Dan Khan lay on the bed, shook his head weakly, and said: "That Han man was right at the beginning, we and Houjin are feuds, even if we have a short-term friendship, in the future, Houjin will drive the wolf and eat our Mongolia." ”

His head was buzzing and he was tired.

"Sutai, I seem to hear the clatter of horses galloping in the wilderness, is it our ancestors who have returned?" Lin Dan Khan squinted his eyes and stared at the top of the tent.

"Khan, you have to hold on. Smallpox is not terrible, you have to hold on. The beautiful woman took his hand and wept lowly. Lin Danhan opened his mouth and said, "Really, I seem to have really heard it." His pupils shrank, and he slowly closed his eyes, as if he was a little tired.

This time, not only the beautiful women, but also those kneeling in the king's tent seemed to hear the sound of horses' hooves whistling in the rain. Lin Dan Khan left tears in his eyes and sighed: "It must be people from other tribes who have come, it seems that the naïve is really going to kill my Chahar Department." ”

"Khan, the army, the army is back!"

In the rain and mist, the younger generation of the Chahar tribe dismounted one after another, knelt outside the king's tent, and repented of their betrayal.

"Help me up."

The beautiful woman on the side nodded, helped Lin Danhan, who had a high fever and was a little confused, and slowly walked to the king's tent. When he saw more than 30,000 young people from the Chahar tribe kneeling around the yurt in unison, repenting of their betrayal and their mistakes in betraying the khan, Lin Dan Khan swallowed his throat and said, "Get up." We, the Chahar Ministry, will not die! ”

However, as soon as he finished saying this, his body softened. The beautiful woman, who was still wiping her tears, was startled and exclaimed: "Khan, Khan! ”

A rain, it has been raining for a long time. In the distance of the grassland, the monk Yizhu, who saw the return of the sheep and cattle and the return of the army, folded his hands and murmured: "Amitabha, good and good." ”

Yang Fan was not moved, or pleased, but asked rhetorically: "Little monk, what are you called good, where is the goodness?" ”

"Isn't it good to turn back to the shore?"

"They are afraid, afraid of being punished by God, they are afraid, and the dragons have no leader, so they come back to find support, the comfort of the soul, how can there be goodness?"

Seng Yizhu closed his eyes at this time, and came to a very speculative sentence.

"Fear is sometimes a great good." (To be continued......)