"Min'er, you... Hurry down!" A young woman in a colorful ornament followed a little girl who was chirping like a small bird, panting and chasing, as if she had found something interesting, the little girl screamed excitedly, and suddenly rushed towards the man who was as strong as an iron tower on the side.

"Min'er, come back quickly! If you don't come back, my mother won't care about you! The young woman stared at her child with anger and amusement, but when she made contact with the startled man, she stared at the bright and heroic armor of the man, and her eyes darkened as if something had been added.

"Min'er, come here," the little girl couldn't help but look back in a low voice, the young woman's face was peaceful, but it was extremely gloomy and terrifying, as if it was a cloud about to blow up dust. The little girl screamed timidly, as if she was a little unwilling to give up the toy that had been in her hand and hesitated: "Mother..."

"Get out of there!" The young woman's voice suddenly rose a lot, and her sharp voice was as piercing as an iron tool scraping through a copper basin: "Come here! ”

The little girl's hand grasping the corner of the man's clothes finally let go helplessly, and without the slightest hesitation, the young woman rushed over in a few steps, and the distance that was not close seemed to be shortened at her feet as her more and more rapid pace shortened. After picking up her child, the young woman stared at the man standing across from her, and said coldly: "Don't touch my child, executioner!" ”

Rao is strong, but in the eyes of the fat cow, she is only a slightly more beautiful woman. Xu was in a hurry just now, and he couldn't even notice that his foot hit the stone steps. Now seeing her limping with difficulty holding the child, the fat cow's heart is a little uncomfortable.

"Hey..." Before he could think about what he wanted to say, the woman glared at him as if she had sensed something, and it was clear that she was saying, "Don't come here, I don't want to accept your favor."

Now, he didn't even have a chance to defend himself. To be honest, the fat cow is really a little aggrieved in his heart, except for the old lady who has spoken to him like this, there is no second person who dares not to buy his account so much.

"But... executioner?" The fat cow shook his horseman-long hair as if it had to use a lot of brains to figure it out a little, and to be honest, he wasn't the type to think clearly.

"I obviously said that the war was just in the past few days, but I just ran here to take refuge from the disaster, and I had to suffer from the bird's anger of a little leather girl I never knew! I'm really angry with Lao Tzu, no, if I have to hold back something wrong in a few days, no matter what, find a place to fill my stomach first! The fat cow shook his head and muttered, and walked towards the market outside.

Although it is only a small city, looking down from the two-story stone building, it is not very flavorful, there is no bustle and noise of the ten-mile long street, there is no extravagance and wealth of Kyoto, and the self-sufficient people have a faint smile on their faces, and the large-scale temple fair that is only held during the annual festival also makes their faces full of joy more rosy. Everywhere the hawkers shouted, as if to decorate this already bustling side street to be more lively, the juniors who inherited their own unique skills all showed their own housekeeping skills, one by one exquisite handicrafts were pulled out of the slightly worn but still sturdy bags, even in the town of Fanbang has never seen the gadgets to the admiration of everyone.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that there would be such a fairyland in the eyes of the sandstorm that only praised the yellow sand and a bay of clear springs in the past, even compared to the rich cities of the Great Zhou, it seems that this made the boast of the original only bury in the war put a lot of effort. The white-haired old man sitting next to him also observed himself with a slightly proud expression, and the Seventh Prince smiled slightly, but he didn't know how long this Peach Paradise could exist?

"Good tea, good water, so lively," the prince's eyes flashed with a kind of cunning that only businessmen have, as if he had been skilled in dealing with others as a businessman all his life, and suddenly sighed faintly: "It can be seen that you are going to stay here this time." ”

"They all treat me well," the old man didn't dare to look up as if he was deliberately avoiding his gaze, and I don't know if it was because the gaze of the person opposite was so sharp, even the light reflected in the teacup was so dazzling.

It's been three days, and Xiao Rang, who has never let go of the hilt of his sword, is now trembling a little even with his hand holding the blade, and the cavalry who should have taken this opportunity to break through from the rear of the Gauls has been practicing here for three days, and he hasn't taken a step forward from here for three days. How many people are waiting for them to rescue, and how many pairs of eyes are staring at them in secret, if it weren't for the emperor helping them in the end, three days is enough time to wake up the cunning and cruel opponent in front of them, and then let those arrogant soldiers who are holding back their brute strength trap them firmly here, although they may only be besieged on their side if they can't find the way in, but outside... Outside, there are the Jingshi Praetorian Guards who were trapped there two months ago, and they have 70,000 people, Although the generals of the border states as follow-up troops have been sending grain and straw constantly, but what about the water, did the Gauls cut off their water source? In case, he didn't dare to think about it anymore, knowing that the current time was not easy to come by, and he knew that the military situation was in full swing and could not be delayed any longer, but how could the person who had always rushed to the front ・・・・・・ Xiao Rang looked up at the open stone window, and there was a sense of irritability in his heart.

"What the hell is that man doing, wasn't he a feared general before, why is he now like a woman, and refuses to agree to an alliance with us?" Xiao Rang really has the urge to rush up and point at the old man's nose and scold, when is it now, and if it goes on like this, those 70,000 people will not be cut down by the Gauls like a cat or a dog?!

Probably because he saw the irritability in Xiao Rang's eyes, the prince didn't let him follow again. Three days is not much time, but it is not too little, of course he understands the truth that saving soldiers is like fighting fire, but how to save is the most certain, the five thousand cavalry he brought this time are all brave and abnormal, even if they let them go to the crossbow array, they will not have a few frowns when they go to the knife pit. The Gallic royal capital is nearly a thousand miles below the circle, and the only reinforcement that can be relied on is only a cowardly general who has no courage to walk out of the gate and give a head attack to the Gallic rebels who have been trapped in them for two months. 5,000 cavalry against more than 10 times the enemy, even if the night attack is combined with its surprise and suddenness, with 5,000 men and horses against the tens of thousands of iron cavalry of the equally well-trained prince of Gaul, if nothing else, it will definitely be themselves, even if they enter the encirclement and join the Gallic king, if they can't behead the enemy chief or capture it alive, it will only make themselves survive for a few more days. What's more, the prince of Gaul is a handsome man with great strategy, just from his avoidance of his edge to lure the enemy deep, and then take the opportunity to attack the weakness of the Great Zhou This move makes him admire, which is completely different from the Gauls who usually only rely on a brute force to rampage, if that prince is not an unborn genius, then he must have a master around him to help. Such a person would have no defense against himself taking advantage of the night to rob the camp? It's impossible to think about it, the seventh prince smiled bitterly, this is really the enemy's great luck and his own great misfortune. Therefore, the three days of waiting for him were simply for the surprise soldier, and this was also the only final preparation for him to have the strength to fight the prince he had never met on the other side of the enemy line. Knowing that it was impossible for that person to promise himself, he still wanted to come.

"Those people under you are good," the old man said as he stared at his reflection in the teacup, but his eyes were no longer on the man downstairs.

"Unfortunately, if you don't help, he'll be a pile of bones at the latest." The Seventh Prince stared straight at the person sitting opposite, his dark eyes like a pool of bottomless water.

Anyone knows he's not joking, and in fact he doesn't have the heart to joke anymore at this point. As soon as Xiao Cavalry did not advance westward, the besieged army would be in danger of collapse, and now he could only bet his last bet on this old general who had cared about him and taught him the art of war and martial arts.

"I hope it's still too late," the Seventh Prince prayed silently in his heart, and he didn't dare to think about how many orphans and widows would be added to Kyoto far north if he was defeated this time.

"You are a brave general," the Seventh Prince couldn't help but reveal his former identity. He didn't know if that person would think of everything that had been completely forgotten, those past events, and the battlefield that devoured countless lives and blood again and again, "You once told me that if the Great Zhou needs it, you will not hesitate to defend every one of its people with your life. ”

The old man was obviously touched, as if he remembered something, and his face twisted as if he wanted to remember something. Although in his heart he tried his best to retrieve everything that belonged to him, although in his heart he was still nostalgic for the past, the gloomy and bloodthirsty blade, the scars that flowed out of the man's blood. But for some reason, when he couldn't help but want to touch it with his hands, there was always a desperate and sad face in front of him.

"You..." is still that gentle face, still that pair of affectionate eyes, why, why can't you see anything when you're close at hand? Dahan tried to wipe the crystal that kept pouring out of his eyes with his dirty sleeves, but found that tears had blurred his eyes.

"Don't speak!" He whispered, even at home, there are few people who will go against their will, parents, children, and of course, no matter what tone they use or what kind of words they say, they can't erase the shallow smile on her face.

"Johnson, it's time to eat." "Zhuang Sheng, wash your face." "Zhuang Sheng, this time the child was awarded by the master, you can hug him." She would always use this meek voice with a hint of pleading to make herself listen and do. Even if she is no longer a bride, her soft gaze can always enter her heart.

"Zhuang Sheng, at the celebration banquet, you drink less, otherwise Xiaojie will not like your father." Xiao Jie! When he thought of his naughty and cute little daughter, his mighty and rugged face was filled with a hint of tenderness. But at some point, the daughter who always stuck to herself, as if she would never come down again for the rest of her life, began to shave herself loudly in a funny voice that had just gotten rid of her slurred intonation, and she was not allowed to drink. As long as he heard the voice of the most troublesome little ancestor, he felt a headache. In his understanding, the value of a man's existence lies in how much alcohol he can drink. But it was to make the little guy who always tugged at his hair and hung around his neck to swing like he was willing to stay on him for a while, and he changed all the faults that he had never taken for granted before, and of course, if there was to be a mastermind behind the scenes, his gentle wife, who almost never blamed him loudly, certainly contributed to it.

What frustrated him the most was that even when the little angel was born, he didn't have time to come back. When he rushed in from the hall panting and holding a half-bald horsewhip, the little fellow, who did not even know that he was called Daddy, was already snoring secretly in his wife's arms with his tongue half-out.

"Zhuang Sheng, let's call her clean..." Originally, he wanted to put on the majesty of the head of the family to reconsider the name of the milk, but when he saw his wife's slightly pale face that couldn't hide happiness at all, the words that rushed to his mouth became: "Well, it's a good name." ”

But that weak wife, who seemed to be able to blow her down even with a gust of wind, would chase her so hard and run to the side of the fortress thousands of miles away with the strength of one person! Her fortitude, steadfastness and persistence, which can be called incredible in any way put on another woman, can be so dazzling when displayed in her. As if even the two sides of the war were unwilling to break the tranquility that was hidden deep in everyone's hearts, the archers at the head of the city pulled their bows to the full string with all their strength, and after the clusters of arrows flew by like birds, only a few fell sparsely around them.

"You're thin," she didn't listen to herself. She has always listened to herself, no matter what she says, right or wrong, she will never argue with herself. She will only silently add what she thinks is correct to the place where she can't see it.

"Don't speak," the big man's voice began to tremble, he didn't know why he was trembling, and the long arrow that passed through his chest came to a dangerous stop less than a point from the centrifugal mouth. Why is he trembling? Even if he killed people like hemp in front of the battle and killed countless enemy heads, he was not afraid at all because of the edge of the knife, so why did he still feel scared now?

The cold hand gently stroked his sweaty face. Between heaven and earth, it seems that only that voice echoes in the ears: "You... have lost weight・・・・・・

It's a battlefield of despair and hope at the same time. The victorious side will receive eternal honor, and the losing side will lose everything in life, and this is also a place crowded with countless people's dreams, breaking the enemy formation, killing the chieftain, and making immortal achievements. However, how many people have ever thought that they would really be so lucky?

But at that time, even I was so sure that I would get the pride that only belonged to heroes. Not many people will know what will happen later. Military conventions. Unless it is as accurate as an order, it cannot be said. Maybe one moment you are dreaming of being a general, and the next moment you will become a lonely soul on the battlefield. Even if you know that there are many, many faces that will not reappear in front of you, even if you know that after the next big war, more and more people will withdraw from this competition that only belongs to heroes. But I still never wanted to give up.

Leaving the battle, he is already the first striker. Returning to the prince's conquest, leaving the pass and coveting the Central Plains, Jizhou in North Vietnam, the land of grass and water is at your fingertips. But after this war, how many of the 50,000 soldiers can play a triumphant song? Returning to the hometown is a dream that many people are pursuing, but how many people can really do it?

It's not that he hasn't thought about it, but he wants to do it too much. He is already a forward general, and he is only one step away from becoming famous, but just one step is out of reach. Bringing soldiers outside, it is inevitable to take care of the family, I thought that there would be nothing at all, every time I came back, I couldn't help but add a few scars to my body, although it had healed early, looking at her frightened eyes like a little beast, seeing her miserable white face and being frightened for him, looking at the people tiptoeing out of the door when it was cold at night, there was a deep guilt and self-blame in his heart.

When will I not have to go to war anymore? Jie is three years old, and she hasn't celebrated her like a father, and her wife wants to accompany her in the Mid-Autumn Festival every time, but she hasn't fulfilled it yet. After this big victory, I should be able to stay at home with her. Touching the jade bracelet in his arms, there is always a trace of warmth in the cold feeling.

Returning to the king's arrogant soldiers, he can't be a lifetime, and he thinks he holds the world when he captures the danger of leaving the pass. That night, 50,000 soldiers under the command of the Seven Princes quietly came to the army under the pass. The chief general of the army was originally a person with wine bags and rice bags, and he gave a flattering smile without greetings: "Your Highness has come from afar, and you should rest here for a few days after the hardships of fatigue・・・・・・"

The prince's face was grim, and anyone could have expected that the general who ignored military affairs would be severely punished. But he didn't want the dusty man to glance coldly at the person, and then suddenly smiled, "Then thank the general first." Then his eyes suddenly turned cold: "Prepare to attack the city, you must take down the head of the defender tonight!" ”

The whimpering horn sounded again after the sunset finally completely submerged into the western mountain, and the torches that had been prepared lit up brightly, looking at the panicked face of the close, he suddenly had a feeling of wanting to laugh, and waved his arm silently, and the clusters of arrows shining with cold light seemed to be the rows of white Sensen's teeth exposed to the giant wolf of the moon whine, and unabashedly aimed the silent murderous aura at the small city-like fortress that seemed to stand in mid-air.

The soldiers under the Seven Princes will never spare their lives. Facing the slowly opening gate, the archer stepped aside in an orderly manner - since the other party had accepted his challenge so happily, it was his turn to play. The long sword slammed out of its sheath, and countless soldiers slashed through hazy arcs in the cold moonlight. When he saw the general who was about to fight him drunkenly straddle a bareback horse to meet the enemy without armor, even the heralds beside him couldn't help but grin.

"Kill!" He only said one word.

The sharp sword instantly slashed through the general's neck, and the blood that spurted out of the skull was a foot high, and he breathed a long sigh of relief when he saw the head rolling in front of his horse, and sure enough, this was the most suitable place for him. Looking at the bright moon in mid-air, he laughed loudly, he hadn't been so happy for a long time.

It wasn't until the horse ran back to his own camp carrying his master's corpse that the soldiers seemed to wake up from a nightmare, and although the snare drum began to buzz again, the noise of the drums, which they could not understand at all, became much smaller in an instant.

Holding the sword, he seemed to be a demon from the Nine Shadows, clashing back and forth in the enemy formation, and the armor on his body gradually had some small cracks, and even the long sword appeared a small gap under the scimitar block of the cavalry.

For the first time. It was the first time in my memory that something fearful appeared in the eyes of the Hui people, who had never been afraid of life and death. It was no longer possible to tell how many of the enemy had fallen under his sword, how many had died in this fierce battle, the brave cavalry mixed with the fierce infantry, and everywhere there were cold and shining blades, and everywhere there were people who were fighting to the death. The pass was too narrow, and the corpses that were slippery were kicked and trampled on both sides by the soldiers on both sides, and the brown ground was gradually softened by red blood bubbles.

In the face of the Great Zhou army, which seemed to be regardless of their own life and death, and wanted to die with their opponents, the Hui people finally became hesitant, frightened and overwhelmed from the arrogance at the beginning, and finally squeezed towards the small pass despite the whipping and slashing of the officer. His eyes were red, as if a demon had crawled out of hell and stared at the little pass like a delicacies from the new world, as if there was no room for anything else in his world.

"Don't go over!" Years later, he could still remember that the white robe bloomed like a golden lotus under the bright moon on the dim battlefield, as dazzling as if it was about to cleanse the blood stains of the entire world.