Outside the battlefield, someone slowly paced, from far to near, and gradually approached the battlefield where the Bingzhou cavalry and the Xianbei cavalry were fighting. [No pop-ups. He was coming from behind the side of the alliance of small and medium-sized tribes, carrying a sword on his back, and on the scabbard, there was still a lot of blood dripping down the scabbard, leaving a stain of blood on the ground as he walked.

The blood-colored footprints, from deep to shallow, remained on the ground, and finally faded completely. He was wearing a robe that could no longer distinguish its original color, and there were gaps in many places, and it was tattered. The stains, one by one, were dull and crimson, as if they had rolled in a circle in the muddy water and were stained with blood. Looking at the long flowing hair, many strands of hair are condensed into a strand, and it looks extremely sloppy.

Like a madman, he ignored the battlefield in front of him, where people were dying all the time, and continued to move forward. He was not a madman, his steps were steady, he stepped down one foot at a time, and moved forward with a little peculiar rhythm, revealing a sharp gaze that was enough to pierce people's eyes.

He is Lin Doujiu, when he entered the Xianbei grassland, he was extremely confused, and now he has finally found the direction of Lin Doujiu. Then he fought with a sword alone, slaughtering Lin Doujiu of many small tribes, regardless of malice or kindness, under his sword, he finally became a corpse on the grassland that no one cared about. Along the way, he killed many Xianbei people, but he still didn't die, and even the medium-sized Xianbei tribe couldn't kill him.

The only thing that changed was that his clothes were getting dirtier and more torn, and he could smell a strange smell from afar, a mixture of body odor and the smell of blood. This smell fills Lin Doujiu's nose all the time, but he is no longer the suave man before, he doesn't care too much about this, it's just the taste, even if he is in reality, he is a child of a family who is high up, holding a golden spoon, and has to change several sets of clothes a day.

What if the heart is pure, but the body is dirty? What if the human heart is dirty, but the body is clean? As far as he was concerned, he thought it was okay, so he could.

He stretched out his hand, groped around his waist, untied the gourd tied to his waist, and shook it slightly, and he could feel the Y body swaying in the gourd in his hand. Holding it up in front of his eyes, he bit the plug with his teeth, and took a big sip with his mouth.

The liquor entered the throat, accompanied by a heat rising between the chest and abdomen, burning so that there was an indescribable taste in the throat, which was a little irritating. "Ahem." Lin Doujiu was choked by the smell of spirits and tears flowed down, and his face was flushed, like a monkey's P share.

I don't know why, he suddenly had this feeling, although it is indeed a little indecent to describe his face as a monkey's P share, but his whole face is indeed with a hot temperature. You don't need to look at it, Lin Doujiu can also know that his face is already extremely red, even if he hasn't washed his face for several days, the wind and sun are the same, at most, there is a little black in the red.

There are not many spirits on the grassland, and at this time, when Han merchants are still needed to trade, Xianbei can obtain spirits through trading. Due to the climate on the grassland, spirits have become a best-seller, at least for many men on the grassland, except for wives and children and swords in their hands, they are willing to exchange spirits.

Lin Doujiu, a gourd wine, naturally will not be traded, and no grassland man is not good at wine, let alone exchanging spirits with others. Of course, whether you want it or not, this gourd wine has reached Lin Doujiu's hands, and the process is bloody enough, but the result is always as Lin Doujiu intended. Along the way, the wine in the gourd increased and decreased, mixed with blood Y, but it seemed to be more mellow and sweet.

"Good wine!" Lin Doujiu sighed in admiration and let out a hearty moan. Now he has some smoke, and the world in his eyes has become extremely different, and the battlefield in the distance is rapidly approaching him.

Yes, he's floating. Lin Doujiu didn't know why the old man would give him such a name, probably because of this name, the wine he could drink could not exceed one bucket, and he would pour it if he drank it again.

It's just that Lin Doujiu doesn't know how much a bucket is, these ancient quantifiers are far enough away for him.

Can you drink a glass or not?

Drink! He continued to take a sip of wine, his breath from his mouth and nose tinged with a hint of strong wine.

He opened his mouth and shouted: "You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns." ”

Lin Doujiu's figure flew out like a galloping electric light, only to see a little bit of wine spilled along the way, and little by little the wine Y was thrown away, becoming small droplets that faded back in the air. Just like stepping on a rushing river under his feet, Lin Doujiu is not only floating, but also like riding the wind and waves, riding the wind.

This is because his speed is so fast that it makes people feel that his feet are not touching the ground at all, which is actually caused by the illusion of the eyes.

Drink, kill, drink, kill again! This is what Lin Doujiu has done all the way, and now when he sees the scene in front of him, he will naturally not fall.

Killing people here is basically not much different from killing people in reality, or what kind of life is, no one can explain. Lin Doujiu is not a murderous person, but he is not a pedantic person, the reason why the empire is called the empire is because of the hot blood. In such an environment, Lin Doujiu naturally had to do something for someone with the same blood as himself. What he did was to kill people, kill Xianbei people.

"Huh? What was that? Some of the Xianbei cavalry who were behind the army heard Lin Doujiu's long whistle, turned around sharply, and suddenly saw Lin Doujiu's figure stopping forward, and stopped not far from them.

"Han people! Ha ha. Seeing Lin Doujiu's Xianbei cavalry, he let out a loud laugh, with a hideous look on his face, his expression was like a beast that had seen its prey, with a little banter, as if with a little play.

Dozens of Xianbei cavalry immediately cheered and slaughtered towards Lin Doujiu, everyone scrambled for fear of falling behind the others. You must know that in their tribe, there is a reward for killing a Bingzhou cavalry, and when the time comes, as long as the head of the Han is cut off, it can also be used as the head of the Bingzhou cavalry in exchange for a reward.

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