I never thought I would stand here, and I didn't know why I stood proudly on this land. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It was cold in his hand, but it made him feel connected by blood, a white cherry gun in his hand, and his eyes looked indifferently at the people who came and went, there was no anger on their faces, there was just a touch of evil and the determination to live in their eyes.

The air was filled with black smoke and muddy sand, and the sound was noisy and messy, as if shouting for danger, and it was approaching.

This is not a martial arts drama, but on the ground, broken flags can be seen everywhere, many of them have been swords and weapons, cut into rags, and occasionally you can see a complete flag, on which there is only half of the traditional Liu character, and the other half has been covered with bright red blood.

All of them were dressed in battle armor, some on horseback, but many more were lying on the ground, without the oxygen to run between their noses, and some knelt there, accompanied by broken swords, red liquid, slowly flowing down, filling the land into a chilling blood-colored river.

Dirty, bright red blood flowed in this place that might have been beautiful and harmonious, but now, all that was left was death, the wanton deprivation of souls by death, and here, they were not afraid that they would lose their jobs.

Maybe now these Grim Reapers' rich people don't want to engage in this lowly coolie business anymore, but some people don't allow it, and the number of people who kill and those who are killed still increases wildly, and maybe one day, when there is only one person left, this disgusting, disgusting work will stop.

The cruel truth tells everyone that in this time and space, there is such a dangerous atmosphere everywhere, bleak and full of blood.

Nalan Qing stood on top of the corpse pile, he had never grown long hair, but now his hair flowed in the wind, but it was condensed together.

He knew very well that now on his hair, those were not sludge, but blood clots, and the people next to him were combing his hair with blood, but it was getting more and more messy.

The people next to them were like wolves, their eyes were more terrifying than jackals, and they were all dressed in tattered leather armor, their faces were black, and they looked very embarrassed.

Those jackal-like eyes were more fierce, but also a little afraid, they looked blankly at the people around them, and asked with their eyes if they wanted to rush forward to attack, weapons became their pillars, but now their pillars were trembling as their hands slowly trembled.

Nalan Qing understands that these people are afraid of death and hate death even more, but he also hates taking away people's lives, without the permission of others.

The hand has already been dyed red, and the body of the white cherry gun is still the color of silver and white, the tip of the gun, it reaches the tail of the gun, but there are three forks, such as wings slightly spread, the original silver-white gun head, now a drop of red water droplets, from the tip of the gun slowly fell to the ground.

It has killed countless people, but it has never been red and white.

There are countless metal clanging sounds in the air, falling to the ears, more like shameless demons that stimulate the nerves, tempting the unloading and unarmouring people to pick up the blood sword again, hate, and fight each other.

"Wow Wow"

The baby's cry is the only alternative in this war, but it always stimulates everyone's nerves that are about to collapse.

Nalan Qing lowered her head and looked at the infant child, a hint of softness and warmth flashed in her eyes, and a shallow smile on her mouth made the baby feel a little relieved.

The person next to him with a sword and a gun seemed to see an opportunity to attack, as if he had already discussed, and all the people rushed up, and there would be gains under the chaotic battle.

It's just that Nalan Qing's heart was not flustered, and a picture suddenly flashed in his mind, holding a gun, the silver-white body of the gun, shining in the turbid sunlight, and there were four words on it that were particularly conspicuous.

"Gentian Bright Silver." This is the name of the gun, and it is also the weapon that a person was most proud of.

But this gun now only belongs to Nalan Qing, in his hands, he is wielding, it is really like a dragon, whistling by, the head of the gun is sharp and boundless, and the sunlight is only refracted to one side of him, but when he sees people, the people who are dazzled by the light refracted by him, the guns and swords in his hands are only half of them.

And they could only look at the front blankly, their eyes were so incredulous, a little red dust was engraved on the center of their eyebrows, and after their hearts beat a few times, they completely stopped moving, lay down, and were the same as everyone else.

Saygoodbay became their last words, for the farewell of this world, this belongs to the sadness of the dragon, but also belongs to the farewell way of modern people.

They don't belong here, but now they are standing here alive, even Nalan Qing.

Nalan Qing had never been so skilled in harnessing this horse, but now it was as if he was born with it.

The people in front of them were endless, one by one holding swords, guns, swords and bows, these people were five people, ten people were one, shouting to kill, and the word "Cao" fluttered on the banner.

Nalan Qing felt uncomfortable for no reason, looked at the baby who was already a little asleep, was careful not to wake up, tied it to his chest, felt firm, lifted the horse's belly at his feet, and galloped the horse.

The silver spear was shining in the sun, but it was cold to the bones for the people in front, almost one shot at a time, unstoppable.

The horse raised its hooves in front of it, fell, and rolled up a thousand layers of black ash, which was bad news for the people in front.

Nalan Qing is on horseback, brave and good at fighting, more than a thousand people are like no one's land, one ride is a thousand, mighty can not be stopped, the air is mostly panting, the sound of war horses galloping.

This is a cruel era, many people are famous for it, but some people don't even have the opportunity to emerge, they have been lost in the gap of history, no one remembers, perhaps, those close relatives, but the country is broken and the mountains and rivers are no longer there, and those who are still in the flow of years, no one knows.

Nalan Qing galloped all the way, his face was already numb, the bright red blood infected his face, and his eyes had turned red and congested.

There was a man in front of him who drove his horse towards him, and he didn't even see it clearly, the other party's upper body was already lying on the ground, and it was crushed into meat sauce by the war horse that had just been on his lower body.

This is just a fragment, and the only thing left as a souvenir is the long sword that is cool in his hand, and he has fled away without looking closely.

Even if he thinks that he has supernatural powers, in the face of many people, there are some who want to go away.

This is not cowardice, but numbness to killing, "Killing one man is a sin, killing ten thousand is king." ”

However, whether it is one person or ten thousand, the murderer is always killed, this is an eternal statement for thousands of years.

Voices in the distance came and went, and the heads of the people in front of them were pitch black, and they couldn't see the edge.

Nalan Qing picked up his gun, rode his horse again, and raised the speed to the extreme, one person, the head fell to the ground, the blood stained the dust, one by one, the sword was broken, and the ground was trampled.

The numbness of the living, the salvation of the dead, this is liberation.

An arrow in the sky, whistling like a cold wind, some slashing through the earlobes and shooting down the hair, but planted on the corpse of the brother who had been a companion, this is the confusion of the battle, and the sorrow of the living.

There is no mercy in war.

The broken arrows are endless, Nalan Qing has already dismounted to kill the enemy and dodge the arrows, and then got on the horse and galloped to the enemy, how many times between life and death, and how many times he brushed shoulders with death.

How fortunate it is, how unfortunate it is above the war.

I don't know how much time has passed, and no one has expected how long this war has been fighting.

The two sides are incompatible.

Smoke billowed from it, which was not a good thing, and the corpses were all over the field, and this place became a place for bones to be buried.

Nalan Qing gradually felt uneasy in his heart, a sinister aura came from a distance, from a distance, he could sense it, it was full of hostility, it was terrifying, it was the power of the strong, from far to near, shouting and killing, endlessly.

Another group of people came from behind, bright red disgusting flags, fluttering.

Arrows came from behind, and there were many weird, annoying hidden arrows.

Perhaps the battle has only really begun now, Nalan Qing looked into the distance, his gaze became firm, there was a group of people standing there, red flags waving, but full of hostility.

The gentian silver in his hand was held tighter by him, and he looked at the sleeping baby in his arms with a soft face.

Smile, like the smile of the god of war, the story really begins, from now on, even if there is a prologue in front, but it is already very fast.