The situation on the battlefield changed again, and with hundreds of Hun warriors with barbarian blood joining them, even the Shadow Guard, who was the darling of the night, felt an irrepressible pressure, but even so, even in the face of enemies several times their own, they still did not show the slightest fear or flinch. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The Shadow Guard, shrouded in black robes, had a face full of battle intent and bravery, and the battle continued, but it was slightly cruel and difficult.

The mutation on the battlefield made Huangfu Mu have to take a back seat, at this time, he was wearing a simple green coat fluttering in the wind, his lips were tightly pursed, the edges and corners were resolute, his right hand was a blood-stained blade, and his left hand was holding an iron card with black glow, breaking the blood and attacking, this has a skill card that allows him to double his strength in a short period of time, and it is his last life-saving hole card in the face of these hungry wolves in front of him.

In front of him, there are five strictly guarded shadow guards, their expressions are solemn and their bodies are tense, and they maintain the consciousness and determination to sacrifice their lives anytime and anywhere, among them are the people of the original county town and the remnants of the tribe after the annihilation, but at this time, they have only one identity, the personal guard of the emperor or the personal dead.

Home is a very general word, but at some point, it will become the last faith in people's hearts to strive for.

Whether it is the people in the county town or the surrounding Huns, in this territory, their past lives were full of sorrow and despair.

Harsh environment, barren land, cold-blooded rule and no future of confusion, despair, this obscure word is full of each of their hearts, whether it is the county town or the Gobi, they are some poor people living at the bottom, although cruel, but hope, has become their poor life can not touch.

But now it is different, Chongyang County, a county seat that even the aboriginal residents felt strange to in the past, has given them hopes and dreams that they have never experienced.

Contribution points, combat allowances, daily benefits, free land;

Although it has not been established for a long time, it is full of too many magic, just like a new force that has just turned from a caterpillar to a butterfly, bringing everyone a new chapter.

In this land, as long as you work hard, you will have everything, warm houses, delicious food, expensive war horses, sturdy hard armor and even a mother-in-law who warms the bed, as long as you have enough contribution points, these can all be achieved.

A rigorous system is the foundation of a power, and ambitions and dreams are the nourishment that can promote the growth of power, whether it is a villager or a tribal Huns, here, they all have the right and qualification to pursue the future.

No one wants to be oppressed, enslaved, abused, or live a life without dignity, beauty, yearning, hope, longing, for these silent people who have never stood under the warm sun, this is their everything, especially life.

Because they are reluctant, they have to maintain, because they are unwilling, they have to resist, and because they know the source of all this, they have to swear to defend it.

They stood here, with the enemy in front of them and home behind them, and no one could destroy the beautiful manor, and whoever it was, they were silent and fearless.

Huangfu Mu didn't make too many moves, he looked at the battlefield, and said in a hoarse voice: "If you are alive, each of you will get five hundred contribution points, this is a promise." ”

The five Shadow Guards had resolute expressions and a flash of heat in their eyes, five hundred contribution points was not a small amount, this number was enough to exchange for two war horses or a complete set of iron armor, and even more, they could use the contribution points in exchange for the freedom of their families.

In Chongyang County, the welfare of the people far exceeds that of laborers, even if many Huns have become shadow guards, but their families still belong to laborers, accumulating contribution points in exchange for the freedom of their families, so as to become a real common people in Chongyang County, for the vast majority of Huns, this is the pursuit they strive for.

The five Shadow Guards tightened their weapons, and the fighting spirit was ignited again, they needed this promise, but only if they needed to live, the young ruler behind them, needed to live.

At this moment, they surrounded the Emperor Fu Mu, and their resolute courage exploded in an instant, and no one could break through this defensive line, this hard dam of flesh and hope.

Helian Xiong took a few steps forward, walked to a position close to the battlefield, quietly looked at the flesh and blood feast in front of him, he subconsciously looked in the direction of Huangfu Mu, although he was a little confused and puzzled, but he still insisted that this young man, who may only be the size of his grandson, was the soul of the group of soldiers in front of him and the leader of everything.

It was really sad to accidentally see a young man who was a hundred times better than his children and grandchildren, and even several times stronger than when he was young, Helian Xiong's expression was a little bitter, he didn't dare to imagine what kind of growth this stranger who suddenly appeared on the grassland would have grown up if he was given time.

Need to look up to yourself? Perhaps.

But fortunately, he is dying, about to die in his own hands, strangling the young dragon, this is a thing to be proud of, there is no loneliness and loneliness, this man who personally killed all the bloodlines of the old master not long ago, actually has a frightening darkness and strange deformity in his heart.

Strangling the powerful of the future in the cradle of the Gobi, suitable for burying the corpses, for Helian Xiong, this made his silent heart feel a burst of fire again.

The man who likes to make his opponent into a human skin drum smiled frankly: "I'm glad I met you, I'm glad you're going to die." ”

Like a vulture soaring through the air, Helianxiong is a ferocious, cunning, cowardly, gloomy man who always puts himself out of the battlefield and waits for the death of his enemies.

But sometimes, people can't win after all.

A sharp pain came from his neck.

Helian Xiong didn't even react, he was pushed to the ground by this sudden huge inertia, and blood gushed out of his neck like a spring.

The eyes that had been calm finally fluctuated, and he looked at the ground indifferently and cruelly, blood was red, it was blood, and it was the life he cherished so much.

The cold wind was howling, Helian Xiong gradually felt that his body was getting colder and colder, his heart was heavy, his eyelids were heavy, he still had many things to do, but life was often not too satisfying, he opened his eyes wide, he wanted to see everything in front of him, but after all, he couldn't resist the passing life.

Gloom and incomprehension became the last color he saw in his life.

Until he died, he still did not see clearly, and on a high slope in the distance, a young man was drawing a bow and shooting arrows.

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