The people of Yandi.

For the Huns, it was a foreign barbarian; For the Qin State, in fact, it is also the people of another country, of course, if it is calculated from the short-lived unified dynasty of the First Emperor, the Yan people can barely be counted as the people of the Qin State, but this algorithm is really unreliable, because the Yan people have never recognized themselves as Qin people from the bottom of their hearts.

Today.

The two enemy armies were tearing apart on their own land, which was already the sorrow of the Yan people, and what was even more tragic was that they were also taken hostage by the more brutal side of them. The crossbow machine of the Qin Army's Black Hole Cave Wangshan was like clusters of ghostly fires that flickered with light, which made people shudder.

Feng Tang couldn't walk anymore.

At the age of four, he has just learned to walk for just over a year, and this journey can be said to be the first long march in his life, and perhaps also a zuihou.

"Auntie, hug!" Feng Tang burst into tears, twitched his nose, and choked up.

Mother Feng stopped numbly, her face was as pale as a blank piece of paper, she struggled to change the toddler in her arms who was smaller than Feng Tang on her back, and then tried to squat down and pick up the eldest child who was already crying like tears.

Feng family.

He was also prominent in his ancestors, and he also served as a doctor in Zhongshan in his ancestors' generation, but unfortunately, when it came to Feng Tang's grandfather's generation, the family was already down.

By the time Feng Tang's father's generation arrived, the Feng family was no different from the ordinary civilian families of this era, the few thin fields, the old mansion that had been passed down for several generations in the family, and a few dusty jade recipes hidden in the deep hole in the corner of the wall were all the belongings of the Feng family.

Seven months ago, Feng's father was forcibly conscripted into the army by the dying and struggling Yan King Zang Di, and then with the fall of the Yan Kingdom, Feng's father did not know the news, and she was the only woman left in the family, and there were two young children to be fed, and this life could not go on.

Further back. The Huns came.

I can't help but snatch all the food in the house and escort them here, this scene of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, just like a woman who has never seen it again, knows what will happen next.

"Run, you pigs and dogs, don't go and claim the Qin people's crossbows." In the ranks of the Yan people, the Hun soldiers in charge of the escort smiled fiercely, and greeted the Yan people who stopped with leather whips from time to time.

A whip came.

tore and shredded the thin clothes on Feng's mother's body, revealing the fair skin inside. There was also a bulging blood mark, and the woman who was in pain only felt that her eyes were dark, and her weak body could no longer support it and collapsed.

"Auntie!"

Feng Tang's immature voice pierced the sky full of killing and Hun laughter, and one after another Yan people who were numb and marching like Feng Mu raised their heads and cast their hateful gaze on the Hun rough man who had just reprimanded.

"Little cub, if you want to live, call me Daddy, and we'll spare your life." The rough face of the Hun man. With a smug expression, he was not afraid of the resentment of the Yan people, on the contrary. There was still a faint excitement in my heart.

Steppe tribes.

It is not uncommon for one tribe to be conquered by another, and after all the adult men have been killed, the remaining children younger than five years old are forcibly asked to claim a family of the new tribe.

Feng Tang's stubbornness just now made the Hun men a little admired. He even naively wondered if he could take this kid as a righteous son, of course. If the woman next to him was willing to greet her, he didn't care about leaving her an extra bite to eat.

In front of the Xiongnu cavalry, who was thinking about Zhengmei, a plump figure of a flashed, which made his already bloodshot eyes blaze again.

"Ahh

Suddenly, a miserable cry came out of the mouth of the Hun soldier, and when he looked down in pain, he saw that a large hole had been pierced in the leather pants under his crotch, and the mouth of the hole was bloody and a lump of flesh.

In front of him, Feng Tang was holding a sharp knife in his small hand, and the blood beads at the edge of the knife had not yet completely dripped off.

The warrior of the Great Huns, a barbarian who kills people without blinking.

was plotted by a four-year-old child.

Thinking of this, the Huns who had lost their life only felt that it was dark, and at this moment, he had only one thought, that is, to break the kid in front of him into ten thousand pieces.

The sneak attack was successful, Feng Tang's small body trembled, and the bloody aura that permeated the battlefield made him feel a wave of nausea in his chest, if it weren't for his mother's rough big hands that kept transmitting heat, he was afraid that he would have fallen down long ago.

Whatever?

He also has to stand and face it, just to protect his aunt and brother.

In a fit of rage, the Huns' war swords were raised high, and they were about to fall towards Feng Tang.

――。

Ma Jin looked at the Yan people who were getting closer and closer in front of him uneasily, he was worried that if he didn't give the order to shoot again, these Yan people who were taken hostage by the Huns would rush under the Qin army's base, and in that case, the Huns would most likely take the opportunity to kill behind the Yan people.

"General, we can't wait any longer, give orders." Beside Gan Yong, there are also Qin Jun's own soldiers who are admonishing him.

Is the safety of the army important, or the kindness of the woman important?

Gan Yong was faced with an important decision in his life.

As a teenager who lost his father when he was young, Gan Yong's envy for a complete family has always been hidden in his heart, and it is this desire that makes him unable to make up his mind in the face of these Yanren who drag their children and daughters.

"General, look, those Yan and Huns are fighting." Just when Gan Yong was hesitating, because of Feng Tang's stab, the Yan people in despair finally broke out.

To move forward is to die.

To retreat is also to die.

In this case, it is better to find out these Huns hiding in the ranks first, and first report the hatred of the humiliation of wives and children, the destruction of homes, and the robbery of wealth.

A pale old man stretched out his trembling hand, grabbed the belt around the waist of the Hun soldier behind him, and then clasped the ribs of the other party's waist with both hands.

"Looking for death?" The arrogant Hun soldiers glared, and with a force in their waist and abdomen, they immediately overthrew the old man to the ground.

The old man was already weak, and he was pushed to the ground at once, and a few bones on his body were immediately broken, and he moaned a few times in mourning, and he saw that he could not live.

There was a cruel excitement on the Hun soldier's face, but before his excitement passed, he was hit on the head with a heavy blow, and I don't know who threw a stone over and scooped his head.

Feng Tang is still alive.

The Yan people were crazy, one after another, whether they were old or young, they all crushed the Huns around them to the ground, and the Huns who lost their lives only cared about staring at the four-year-old Xiao Feng Tang, but they didn't care about the fact that there were three adult Yan men on his side staring at him.

A few broken arrows pierced deep into the abdomen of the Huns, causing blood to gush out not only from his crotch, but also from his mouth.

"Fight, stone those Hun barbarians." I don't know who broke out in the crowd with such a shout.

More than 10,000 people of Yandi, with endless accusations against this troubled world, turned around tragically and counterattacked the Hun cavalry behind them.

They faltered, they had no weapons, they couldn't use even the most basic swords.

But this did not prevent them, step by step rushed to destroy their homeland, but also to take away their Zuihou lives, these months, the Huns looted Yan land finally at this moment forced the Yan people desperate resistance.

Between people, the so-called high and low, the so-called tribal advantages and disadvantages, are actually just empty words, a nonsense, when the oppressed resist, even the highest and strongest will feel afraid.

"Kill these mongrels, kill these pariahs who eat inside and out!" The Hun cavalry generals were shouting hoarsely, trying to gather the scattered troops, but they were too careless, thinking that as long as they were mixed in the middle of the Yan ranks, they would be able to kill in front of the Qin army by surprise.

And now, when the Yan people suddenly counterattacked, the Huns discovered that the rapid advantage that the warriors of the Great Huns relied on to become famous had no room to play in the crowd.

With their own strength.

These encircled Hun warriors could kill one, two, three, or even more Yan people, but in the end, they would also be defeated by more Yan people due to exhaustion.

Gan Yong and Ma Jin witnessed this scene in front of them, as if a fire was being lit in their chests, and at this moment, they only felt that the group of sheep-like Yan people in front of them were no longer strangers, but their brothers, sisters, fathers and villagers.

"Brothers, kill it!"

"Brothers, go and help the Yan brothers and drive the Huns back to the grassland." The generals of the Qin army shouted and jumped out of the camp one by one, and their figures gradually merged with the Yan people. (To be continued......)