This relatively flat terrain is a lawn, but in the depths of winter, the grass is dried and watered, and this moment shows the exhaustion of life.

After the mud fragrance and the cold winter waited for the white crane to land, they hurriedly jumped down and stood on the grass as soft as a blanket, although their feet felt very comfortable, but their hearts were empty, as if they were hollowed out by the tragic scene in front of them.

Such as a sickle.

Like demons.

The corpses lying on the lawn were scattered all over the place, and the bright red blood was lying on the blades of grass, and it was clear that they had not yet dried, but whoever saw such a sight would inevitably have a heartache.

Yes, this is a battlefield.

Right here, there was a war just now, and looking at the corpses lying on the lawn, a rough estimate should be at least nearly a thousand people.

A thousand people were slaughtered and died, this is not war, what is it?

If such a scene was seen by Mo Yunbai, what would Mo Yunbai's mood be?

Nixiang thought in her heart: Mo Yunbai's biggest ideal in life is to calm the war in the four fields, so that all countries are safe and not slaughter each other. If he saw this with his own eyes, presumably Mo Yunbai's state of mind should be the same as her state of mind at the moment, right?

The same?

Yes, heartache and sadness are inevitable.

From the first moment their feet stepped on the lawn, their bodies and steps were very consistent, but the difference was that the position of Ye Handong was on the left, and the position of Muxiang was on the right.

Perhaps everywhere Ni Xiang's eyes looked, she was tightly attracted by the dead corpse on the right, so she didn't see the flag that fell to the ground on the left side of Ye Handong.

On the flag on the left that fell to the ground was painted a big "wolf", and the night cold winter couldn't help but be stunned, and said to himself: "These people are Khitans? As he spoke, he picked up the flag that had fallen to the ground.

The flag was picked up, and a chill suddenly grew from his heel, instantly spreading throughout his body, because the flag was wrapped in a head.

Ye Handong picked up the flag, and the head fell on the lawn with a "bang", and he saw that the blood on the head was still dripping.

Hearing that Ye Handong said that these people were Khitans, Ni Xiang had already moved his gaze from the dead corpse on the right to the head on the left, and looked at Ye Handong in shock, and Ye Handong was holding a flag in his hand.

Yes, that's right, the flag is painted with an image of a "wolf's head", and this blood-stained image of a "wolf's head" is even more terrifying at this moment.

When Nixiang saw it, he was stunned, held his breath and approached Ye Handong, and said, "These people are all Khitans? ”

Seeing the tumbling corpses in front of him, Ye Handong was shocked for a while, as if he couldn't understand the identities of these dead people, but he couldn't see from their figures and clothes, but what was the matter with this flag?

Who in the post-Tang Dynasty does not know the meaning of this "wolf head" figure?

No, everybody knows that.

Ye Handong looked at the flag in his hand, his eyes became much deeper, his eyes were like the darkness in a tunnel, and before the night came, it was spreading wirelessly.

But just as he was pondering deeply, there was something that looked like a living creature faintly resting under the river bank in front of them.

I couldn't find it in the cold winter, but the mud incense did.

The long grass growing on the bank of the river was shaking, and Muxiang saw it all in her eyes, but before she could wake up from the cold winter thoughts, Muxiang walked to the riverbank alone.

It seems that there are not only dead people here, but there is also a living mouth here.

It's just that there is a knife stuck in the chest of this living mouth, and he should have heard someone passing by here, so he endured the stabbing pain of the long knife on his chest, and moved his body frantically and couldn't stand up.

It may be that the riverbank in front of him is too high, so no matter how hard he tries and tries, he still can't cross the riverbank that doesn't seem to be high or high.

"Come on!"

Perhaps even Mui Xiang didn't think that there was a living person in this bloody hell, and there were more than just dead people here.

A living person crawled out of the pile of dead people, this is the hope left by this war, how strong his life should be, how lucky should he be to survive?

Ye Handong looked at the flag in his hand, he was already in a trance, and when he heard Nixiang's words, he suddenly sobered up a little, and turned his head to look at the position where Muxiang was standing.

At this moment, Nixiang had bent down and pulled this person living in hell up to the riverbank, which is the world, because the person with the long knife in his chest had already felt the breath of life.

"Girl!"

Before Muxiang could reach for his hand, the man took an object from his bosom.

What objects?

This is a tiger talisman.

"Girl, this thing is for you, please give it to the old Taoist of Piaoxiguan."

Mud Xiang looked at his pain, and held his hand tightly in the tiger talisman, and the person lying on the ground suddenly felt as if he was floating in a sea of clouds.

"How do you feel?"

Muxiang asked this person again, but this person looked at her like a god in awe and nodded heavily.

"It feels so much better!"

Then he took the tiger talisman into his bosom.

Seeing the tiger talisman in his hand being carried into his arms, Nixiang thought: It turned out that he was a chief.

At this time, Muxiang held the hilt of the long knife inserted in his chest with his other hand, and then slowly pulled it out.

It makes sense that the long knife was pulled out of his chest, and the wound should have gushed a lot of blood.

But no.

Not only did it not pour out a lot of blood, but the wound slowly began to heal.

It seems that this is Muxiang using a summoning spell to heal him, but he has never seen this magical spell, so he is in awe of Muxiang as a fairy.

This is a great saving grace, he can't help but thank him, knelt down on the lawn at the moment, and said, "Thank you girl for saving your life!" ”

This method of saving people seemed to Mu Xiang to be very common, so she didn't pay attention to it, just looked at the miserable scene on the lawn in front of her, and asked, "Who are these people, what happened here just now?" ”

Ye Handong was thinking about this question just now, and now the truth is about to be revealed, how can he not listen carefully?

I saw that he was standing behind Muixiang.

He didn't say a word.

The person who climbed up from hell to the world didn't seem to see the cold winter in his eyes, so Muxiang asked, and he said carefully: "These people are all soldiers of the Later Tang Dynasty. ”

It's just that these people are not dressed as soldiers, and Ye Handong couldn't help but be stunned, and said, "But they don't look like the soldiers of the Later Tang Dynasty!" ”

The manager looked at Ye Handong and said, "The imperial court has ordered to expand the front-line soldiers, and these are my newly recruited soldiers." ”

But why did these people die like this?

Mud Xiang was puzzled and asked, "But why are they all dead, so many people!?" ”

The chief burst into tears.

Yes, such a big man, or a soldier man, cried out like this, which shocked and puzzled Ye Handong and Muxiang.

The chief said again: "It's miserable, it's really miserable. ”

Nixiang said: "What happened just now? ”

The chief said: "We just met the Khitan soldiers, and they slaughtered all my newly recruited soldiers. ”

"Huh!?"

This is something that the mud incense and the cold night winter never expected.

"The Khitan barbarians also dare to kill these untrained recruits in this post-Tang land without impunity!?"

The chief said: "They should have known that we were recruiting, so they set up an ambush here, and when we pass here, they will annihilate us all." ”

(End of chapter)