"It's not that Rakshasa man, you've been fooled." There was nothing warm in her words, colder than the air that rolled up from the deep valley.

Zakdan let go of his hand and wiped the blood on his face: "As long as he guards the bridge, he still can't enter the mountain." ”

She snorted and glared at Zakdan, a glance that made him cold to the bone. She said coldly, "Do you know how we got in? ”

As the leader of the Bo people, Zakdan is brave and resolute, and at this time, in the face of her awe-inspiring might, there is a feeling of breathing oppression.

"The warriors under Lord Lin's command are naturally ...... Unlike others, hehe. Zakdan said with a smile.

She turned her head to the ninja, who had a broken arm, and asked, "Will you be able to hold out until you go back?" ”

"Yes!" The Severed Arm Ninja replied through gritted teeth.

She quickly tore off a piece of his shirt, bandaged his wound, and applied hemostatic medicine, "You go back first!" ”

"Yes! Lord Xie Xingyue! ”

"Don't thank me, when you go back, the main guild will support you for a lifetime."

Zakdan couldn't help but shudder when he saw the female ninja in white get up and face him again.

"What do you command?" Zakdan asked, steady.

"Let's go after that person, you have to erase all traces and don't let anyone know that we have been here." Xingyue Ruri looked at him, "Can you do it?" ”

"Lord Xingyue, please rest assured." Zakdan replied immediately.

Xingyue Ruri nodded, did not speak again, but turned around. Walk to the opposite side. Three white-clad ninjas stood up. She waved her hand, and the three white-clothed ninjas jumped out with lightning speed, and in a few moments, all four of them disappeared into the wind and snow.

Who has actually been to the top of a snow-capped mountain?

It was cold and windy, and there was no grass, covered with a thick layer of snow, and the snow was pure and shiny, and not even a trace of a bird's claw had fallen. Time is as clean and immaculate as ever. On the cliff was a whole rock that was slanted out, and it was huge and incomparable, with a circle of ten zhang on the top, and it sloped slightly to the east.

The wind from afar blew the snow away from the stones, but on the round tip of the stone stood a man - his tall body looked so lonely and small under such a sky - and no one knew how he had come up.

The sun has not yet risen. Standing alone on the edge of a cliff, he looked east, a churning sea of clouds, covering the continent beneath his feet in a furious mist. As soon as he crossed this snow-capped mountain, he stepped into the land outside the pass. That's where he's going. It was also a place of goal and hope for the blood and sacrifice of countless pioneers of the Russian Empire.

How he hoped that the tricolor would fly on this land as soon as possible!

To achieve this. He had exhausted all his money, all his friendships, the last bit of strength he could absorb, and yet at this moment, he stopped here.

The quietly rolling mist beneath his feet stirred almost imperceptibly. He chuckled slightly. A few inconspicuous black shadows that seemed to merge with the mist stepped onto the boulder, and their movements were so small that it was as if someone had just sighed softly.

Are those people finally here?

Something broke the silence of the sea of clouds, it was the sun. The sun was rising behind her with a great whistling sound, and it shook off the mist and spewed out, covering everything on the top of the mountain with a glittering color—everything was golden: white snow, black stones, blue shields, red bows, fluttering robes, black hair that rose in the wind. However, the light seemed cold and cold, without a hint of heat. The sun gilded her hair and face with a rim of soft glitter.

Six white-clad ninjas followed her, forming a semi-arc around him in the center of the circle. Their eyes were as sharp as knives, and they were firmly rooted in the Russians; They held the bow in their hands like a full moon, and the bright shovel-shaped steel arrows glittered with cold light, as if they had pierced him; The white placket was fluttering, they were the most elite ninja warriors who had disappeared from the Japanese archipelago, and not many creatures could dodge their thunderous arrows at this distance, not to mention that they were aiming at the same target at the same time - not to mention, there was one of her who didn't move.

"Why don't you run away?" She asked, with a hint of curiosity in her tone.

"There's no need for me to run away." He said he was satisfied that there was not a single waver in his words.

"Maybe you want to bury us here, but I can tell you that it's impossible, and I hope you don't do anything stupid." She watched his movements and said in a deep voice.

This time, because it was fighting in a snowy mountain environment, in order to prevent an avalanche, she and her subordinates did not use pistols, but took the good bows and arrows of the Bo people from the cadres guarding the beacon tower - now the bows in the hands of the ninjas are the most authentic Bo bows given to them by Zakdan, and the arrows on them are also the weighted long arrows specially equipped with shovel-shaped arrows specially equipped by the Bo archers, and when the muskets are not introduced, the Bo hunters outside the pass use this kind of arrows to kill the tigers in the mountains and forests.

"Hehe, my gun is out of bullets, I lost it." The Russian unbuttoned his cloak, revealing the empty holster at his waist, "But here, I can make an avalanche appear with just a shout." A flirtatious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"If you can't shout, I promise an arrow will pierce your throat, I don't believe you can try it now." A white-clothed ninja sneered, the arrow in his hand pointed straight at the Russian's face.

"Well, I'm kidding, I don't want to die yet, I'm not going to shout." The Russians sat down.

"How did you find me?" He looked at Xingyue Liuli and asked calmly.

"It's just an unintentional harvest." Xingyue Liuli's gaze was still firmly fixed on him.

"It's really ridiculous, our actions in Qianguo have lasted for so many years, but they were discovered by a group of Japanese, haha." The Russian laughed self-deprecatingly, "It seems that the Imperial Government underestimated the will of the Japanese to resist. ”

"Surrender. What are the words. You can say it to the lord. Just tell what you know. He will spare your life. Xingyue Liuli said, took a step, and walked towards him gently.

The Russians did not answer, but looked into the distance.

The clouds roared, waved, and surged impatiently under the chase of the sun, and finally retreated and dispersed. Beneath their feet was revealing the small, vast expanse of the earth, the blue. A vast land of black and white. The Russian has a vision as deep as a goshawk, and he can distinguish between rolling hills in blue, deep and cracked ravines in black, and winding rivers in white.

"Look," he said, "what a beautiful place it is, as beautiful as the Dnieper......

The ninjas didn't follow his gaze and move their eyes.

He paid no attention to the arrows aimed at him, but gazed greedily at the cloudy earth beneath his feet with all the affectionate eyes. He turned his head sharply and stared at her and said:

"This should be my home. Don't you Japanese people understand? You, like those barbarians in the country, can't defeat us! We are the masters of this land, and the Russian Empire deserves it! ”

When he spoke of "land". The tone suddenly rose a few feet, high-pitched and poignant. Roll down the valley. The four ninjas with their bows and arrows in hand were taken aback, and couldn't help but pull the bowstring in their hands even fuller.

They looked impatiently at their prey in front of them, waiting for the moment when they pounced and bitten, and although the order was delayed, they trusted their leader infinitely. She has never had a record of failure, and even in the invincible Misty Ninja Legion in Kyushu, she is a soul-like being.

The sun rose higher, and the sunlight was so intense that he couldn't help but squint his eyes. The oncoming wind blew violently in his face, blowing the cape back and his long hazel hair waving in the wind.

He flew and jumped down the cliff.

With his shout, the snow in the mountains for thousands of years has loosened a little, could that be a precursor to an avalanche?

My God! Bury me and these heretics here! He closed his eyes and prayed silently in his heart.

He was in the middle of a fall when suddenly something grabbed his ankle, and then a strong force came and jerked him back to the top of the mountain.

The Russian felt as if he were flying through the clouds, and then fell heavily on the snow.

Although the snow was very soft, the heavy fall almost made him breathe, and before he could stand up, several people had rushed up, and tied him tightly with a strip of cloth.

"It's useless." One of the ninjas sneered and slapped him hard.

Although the Russian could not speak, a look of contempt flashed in his eyes, because at this time, he had already felt the shaking of the snow.

An avalanche is coming.

But to his surprise, none of the ninjas panicked, they just looked up, and each picked up a cyan square copper shield engraved with a hideous tiger head - this kind of old antique was not used by ninjas at first glance, but naturally came from the local cadres.

The two ninjas dragged him behind a boulder, and with it, the six ninjas let out a cry and used copper shields to form an airtight shield, enveloping them all.

There was a muffled sound like the roar of a cannon, followed by a white wave of snow.

The Russian felt that it was dark in front of him, and then a large snowflake fell through the gap in the brass shield and fell on his face, and he instinctively shook his head, but he didn't want to punch his temple, and immediately fainted......

Everywhere there was fire and gunfire,

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