The Qiang flute is long, and the road is not full of the bright moon to return to the hometown.

The cold wind is depressed, which carries the vertical and horizontal flashy sound.

The lonely slanting sun has no temperature, and the warm sun is everywhere outside the camp, but there is only bleakness and sadness when you reach out and hold it.

Hanli sat there, looking at the sky, a little sluggish, thinking about the villagers who used to work under the hot sun, and thinking about the trivial nagging father.

Tears melted like a wax torch and poured down.

He suddenly sat down next to him, and turned his head to see that it was a friend of adversity that he had met since he joined the army.

He wiped away his tears, not wanting others to see his weakness.

"Homesick?"

“……”

He didn't answer, he didn't know how to answer, and he didn't want to hide his thoughts with lies.

The brother took out his hand from behind his back, tore the scum cake in his hand in half, and handed it to him.

Pick it up, escape the embarrassing questions, and fill your empty hunger.

He did miss home, but there was no home.

Father and mother and the blind date have all been buried under the iron horse of the ghost clan.

This is his home.

The two races of humans and ghosts have been at war for many years, and the people are struggling to make a living, and the ghost race relies on its natural power to be stronger than the human race, and they come from the underworld and sweep all the way.

The orcs take care of themselves, and the protoss watch.

The Terrans can only fight alone.

"Hanli, if this war is extinguished in the future, what do you think?"

When the sudden question came to Han Qikan, he stopped his gobbling movements, and his expression was firm: "I want to concentrate on cultivating the spear technique well and reach the peak of the spearman's discipline!" ”

"Hahaha!! ……”

The brothers laughed back and forth, although there was no mockery, but they were also helpless.

He picked up Changge placed beside him, and the heaviness made him struggling: "You don't get tired of holding such a thing in your hand all day long?" ”

"Don't get bored."

"Well...... you have your own mind," the brother stopped teasing, and stood up, stretched out his arms, and seemed to contain heaven and earth in his chest: "I want to be a knight!" That's something that everyone admires! Ride a tall horse! What a prestige! Ha ha! ”

He didn't speak, he was different, he was not qualified to evaluate other people's ideals without authorization, but he knew that in the final analysis, these [gunmen] were all cannon fodder who were at the forefront of the battle, and the truly noble ones were those [knights].

"But ......, it's better for you to think more practically," the brother suddenly changed his tone, and he looked up to see that it was the brother's confident smile as always: "I once had a relationship with a well-known gunslinger, and he told me that everyone can become a gunslinger, but the path of a spearman is not something that anyone can follow." ”

For this profound truth, Han Li heard it very well, and he hurriedly asked: "Then ......, how to go on?" ”

"Well...... I don't know much about it, maybe only a determined person like you can see that day! ”

……

……

When my thoughts returned, the cold wind blew through the tattered clothes.

He looked up at the setting sun in the distance, the blood-red morning glow was so beautiful, the disturbing wind messed with his hair, the chill around him gradually sobered up, he eased up, and stood up from the bloody blur, his soft legs and feet were a little unsteady on his feet, and he could only support his tired body with the spear in his hand.

As far as the eye could see, there were countless corpses in the field of a thousand miles, and he wiped the warm blood on his face with his hands, and he couldn't tell whether it was his own or the enemy's.

He slowly stepped over the silent corpses, stepped on the banner that had been held high, and stopped in front of the corpse.

The body of the brother has been blurred by the indiscriminate knife, and only the face is faintly recognizable.

The teams that once fought together, the generals who once commanded, the horses that they fed ......, and their own brothers......

No ......, all gone......

The disparity in strength made their charging orders a laughing stock for death, hundreds of thousands of horses were wiped out, and their lives were brutally shredded by the ghost clan.

Han Li also dreamed that one day he could follow thousands of troops to the ghost world and avenge his family.

But now, he can only wait for death.

"Hehe......"

He laughed at himself, but he also sighed at the ruthlessness of the war, and how many years of youthful dreams were buried in the yellow sand territory.

In the distance, the army of black oppression has already attacked, and what they have bought at the cost of only one person is just a drop in the ocean of the ghost clan.

He looked at the black front, which stretched endlessly on both sides, and held the horizon tightly.

Han Li did not run away, but stood there quietly, expressionless.

"Kick!"

The leader of the army saw the lonely figure from a distance, and he stopped thousands of troops and horses, and under the mighty helmet, he breathed a chilling ghostly aura.

The entourage beside him was about to move, "General, go to your subordinates." ”

The general shook his head and shook with that chaotic and fierce voice: "Human, you can survive the fierce offensive of my mighty army until now, you must also have some strength, if you surrender to me now, kneel here and swear eternal allegiance to me, I will give you the ability to die!" ”

He waited patiently for the humble human in front of him to answer him, and the armies lined up on both sides were orderly and quiet, except for the fierce ghost war horse that made a cold snort from time to time.

Those soldiers of the ghost clan were also waiting quietly, they wanted to see the cowardice of the Terrans, they wanted to see the Terrans kneeling down and groveling and pleading, they wanted to see the man in front of them crawling over to please him.

Full of anticipation.

Han Li chuckled at the corner of his mouth, and then endured the great pain under his feet, and pulled out the spear on the ground, in front of all the ghost clan soldiers, until the high general.

Lose your marbles.

He must be crazy.

If he dares to be so rude, the general will tear his soul to pieces along with his body.

The lieutenant general of the entourage couldn't tolerate it, this human being dared to shout in front of this mortal situation!

He's going to wipe out that disgusting backbone, just like the killing methods he'd been doing all along!

The prancing horse galloped out, and the general smiled, and sat in his VIP seat to observe, with great interest.

"Whew!"

Death was born in an instant, and the long knife in the lieutenant's hand fell to the ground with a bang.

Han Li suddenly drew his spear and threw the filthy blood on it all over the ground.

"Presumptuous!" One of the lieutenants yelled angrily, then picked up the Flame Demon Blade and charged.

"Bell! Clang! Clang~! ”

"Poof!"

Kill again!

"Funny ......" began to gleam with excitement in the general's eyes.

The subordinate was puzzled: "General, that's ......"

The general raised the giant knife in his hand and rode his horse slowly: "...... That thing is called fighting spirit. ”

"General! It's up to the subordinates to solve it! Why should you ...... it yourself?"

The advice of the retinue was interrupted by the general, who watched as the general gradually walked towards the human, faster and faster, and after a dozen paces, the skeleton horse began to gallop.

"Human! I will personally bestow upon you the death of the Nether Army's highest honor! I'm going to make you face the real darkness! I'm a demon warlord! Name the comer! ”

Han Li watched the general roll in like a chariot, the dust was splashing, rippling with a majestic murderous aura!

His face gradually became hideous, his eyes widened with anger, and even the corners of his eyes were about to tear apart.

He looked at the enemy, and there was not the slightest fear in his heart, only the momentum that kept stirring up, and the anger that was about to burst out!

"The one who slays the demon and retreats from the enemy! Chill away! ”

The wilderness of heaven and earth resounded with his roar!

The black wind is chaotic, carrying his determination!

Not afraid of thousands of troops! Never flinch half a step!

Even if we are enemies of heaven and earth, we must implement the consciousness of fighting to the death!

The true meaning of the lineage of [Gunslinger] is unyielding tenacity and fearless arrogance.

Hanli had an epiphany.

He gritted his teeth, defied the humble pain, and he began to stride head-on, he began to gallop! He forgot the pain, forgot the weariness, forgot all the fears!

In his eyes, there was suddenly nothing, and the black and white vision was only the thunderous demon general.

The blood debt he carried, the blood feud he remembered, all turned into his high-spirited and undying fighting spirit!

Millions of ghostly lonely guns, burying souls and prisons are arrogant.

The sudden burst of power made the demon general completely murderous, and he felt an unprecedented momentum, like a dark cloud between heaven and earth, and like a thunder in the god and ghost world, that kind of momentum is not weak in any formation, even if his magic power is infinite, even if he commands millions of troops, the momentum is still not down! There is no fear at all!

"Rampant!"

He held his sword aloft, and as if he were holding up the heavens, he swung it violently, and the power of the Shattering Mountain Range smashed in front of him.

The human's eyes had turned white, and he didn't make the slightest defensive gesture, the straight spear turned into a green dragon, coming directly at his chest.

……

Hanli died.

In the last moment, he used all his strength to penetrate the indestructible body of the demon warlord, and in the next second, he turned into pieces of flesh and blood.

He vaguely heard the angry roar from the netherworld next to him, extremely angry, extremely painful, the self-proclaimed invincible ghost clan, can be so miserable.

"Ahhh!!!hhh

……

The demon warlord, a powerful man who could intimidate the world by his name, was wounded, and he led his army to retreat temporarily, and the Terrans were able to buy enough time to transfer hundreds of people, leaving a lot of vitality.

The lord of the imperial city rewarded the families of that army, and those who died in battle and had no return were given posthumous titles.

But......

Those [gunmen] who were at the forefront and desperately at the end were only passed by the city lord.

"......, now, loyalty and filial piety sacrifice the yellow sky, in order to protect my deceased soldiers, the souls of the heroes will live forever......"