"Master Jun, the little old man is just this ploughing cow, waiting to pull it back to the cubs, and go down to the field to farm the next year, you can do it, take the broken silver on my body, and let the little old man and this old cow go!"

An old man with a rickety back, nodding his head and waist, spoke, took out a few pieces of broken silver from his partition with one hand, handed them to the soldiers in front of him wearing military uniforms and big felt hats, and with the other hand tightly pulled the rope of the oxen, for fear that someone would rob his ploughing cattle.

A few soldiers were carrying scimitars, squinting their eyes, and the old man had just taken out a few pieces of broken silver, and a soldier kicked him down, scolding in his mouth, "Take a few pieces of broken silver to fool the uncle, is there no place to find death?" What the uncle values is you, the ploughing cow, be honest and hand it over, otherwise be careful that the scimitar on the uncle's waist is not long-eyed, and a knife will result in your surname! ”

The other soldiers also shouted, but they couldn't speak clearly, as if they were in some other language, which was obviously different from the soldier with a Chinese accent.

"Oops!" The old man sat down on the ground, and a soldier had already snatched the rope in his hand, and when his wrist was crooked, he wrapped the rope firmly around his hand, and at the same time the soldier said in a loud voice: "Brothers, pull the ox, if this old man does not know how to lift, he will be killed!" ”

The rest of the soldiers responded with a bang, and they all gathered around and grabbed the rope and prepared to pull the old cow away.

The old man was robbed of the ploughing ox, and the broken silver in his hand was scattered everywhere, seeing that the soldiers were vicious and abnormal, he was sad from his heart, and immediately cried loudly, "Bandits, soldiers, golden soldiers and barbarians who were killed by heaven, robbed my cattle!" ”

A few soldiers were pulling the ploughing ox, and when they said it, the ploughing ox really had the strength of the ox, and it seemed to understand that these soldiers had bad intentions, and their limbs were firmly fixed to the ground, and they did not want to be led away by them.

A few soldiers on this side worked together, and the ploughing ox on the other side lowered its head and moved its limbs to retreat.

They didn't pull the ploughing ox, there was a fire in their hearts, the old man over there screamed, and immediately aroused their anger, only to hear the current soldier "bang" out of the scimitar on his waist, and said loudly: "This hateful old cow is unwilling to go with us, then we will slaughter it on the spot!" The old man's screaming was so loud that a brother gave him a knife, so that he would know that our Dajin scimitar was much sharper than their Song Dynasty's spears and swords! ”

"Howler!" One of the soldiers answered, drew his scimitar, raised his leg and walked towards the old man on the ground.

When the old man heard the words of the soldier before, he saw that the scimitar in the soldier's hand was shining, as if he was about to cut off the head of the ploughing ox, and he immediately exclaimed: "My ploughing ox, you group of golden soldiers who have been killed by the heavens, you must not die well......

Before he could finish scolding, a soldier came over there and stabbed him in the stomach.

"Forehead, forehead......" The old man opened his eyes angrily, his mouth overflowed with thick blood, but his forehead couldn't spit out half a word, and finally his head tilted and died.

Poof!

With a flick of the scimitar, a stream of blood splattered, and the soldier cursed secretly, "Bad luck! He turned around and left.

With a bang, the old man's body also fell backwards.

The soldier killed the old man, and the soldier over there, with his scimitar, was ready to cut at the head of the ploughing ox.

It was a ploughing ox, and when it saw the soldier chopping it, its eyes were red, and with a low roar, it dodged away.

With a clang, the soldier's scimitar slammed to the ground.

"Oops!" The ploughing ox rushed forward, but it was forced to break free from the soldier's grasp, and the soldier was also knocked down by this force.

Seeing that the ploughing ox was about to run away, the soldier was furious and shouted, "Brothers, kill this old ox for me!" ”

The ploughing ox broke free from the soldier's rope, and the old man on the other side also fell to the ground with a cry of sorrow, and his voice was low, a little sad, and seemed to be saddened by the old man's death.

But a few soldiers over there caught up with the ploughing ox and surrounded the ploughing ox, and the old ox rushed left and right, but there were scimitars on all sides, and it was wounded all over the body.

The old bull saw that he couldn't escape.

"Damn, I actually knocked Lao Tzu to the ground, brothers, hacked to death with a knife!" As he spoke, he slashed at the old bull's head.

The old cow's head flashed, and the scimitar stabbed it into its back.

"!" He didn't hit the cow again, and the soldier suddenly felt faceless, and roared in a low voice, "Catch it, don't let it run again, watch Lao Tzu disembowel it!" ”

The rope fell again into the hands of a soldier, and the angry soldier, armed with his scimitar, was ready to dismantle the old ox into pieces.

The old cow estimated that he couldn't live, his strength was exhausted, and he couldn't break free from the hands of these fierce soldiers, and he didn't know whether he thought of the tragic death of the old man before, or thought of what happened to him next, a pair of bull's eyes were miraculously overflowing with tears.

"Yo, this old cow can still cry!" The soldier sneered, and continued to walk towards the old cow with his scimitar.

Disheveled!

The old cow not only shed tears, but miraculously knelt down!

This really made the soldier slightly stunned, he muttered: "In the early years, I only heard that when slaughtering cows, I often encountered cows crying, but I didn't expect that today I met cows kneeling, interesting, interesting, and really insightful!" ”

Another soldier suddenly said: "I heard the old man say that he pulled this old cow back to give birth to the cubs, you see, its belly is bulging, and it has been pregnant for a long time, but I am afraid that it will kneel down and beg us to let it go!" ”

"Humph!" The soldier snorted coldly, "Let it go, how is it possible, this old cow is a rare ration, plus a pregnant calf, tsk, this deal will make a lot of money!" ”

"That's it!" Several other soldiers also responded: "Tonight's tooth sacrifice is very blessed!" ”

The soldiers sneered, and the scimitar in their hands fell mercilessly on the kneeling old bull's head.

Disheveled!

A bull's head fell to the ground with a bulge, but the old cow's kneeling body was straight and straight, and he didn't fall down for a long time.

But the pair of bull's eyes, still with tears, looked at those soldiers, and it seemed that there was still a thirst.

Ye Yang, who hurried over here, also happened to see this scene, and at the same time heard the voices of those soldiers, he only felt a sense of anger in his heart.

The old cow wept, begging for a life; The old cow knelt, but it was for the son!

In nature, beasts also have love, beasts also have mothers, the old cow still understands the meaning of maternal love, these soldiers, should say a few golden soldiers, but so poor and vicious.

Man is not as good as a beast, why care about human feelings, only one kill!

He was in the distance at this time, and his heart was furious, and he immediately didn't care about the shock, his wings fluttered, and his cloak fell off, revealing his pure black feathers.

At the same time, he flew off the ground and hurried towards a few golden soldiers over there.

A few golden soldiers had just slaughtered the ploughing cow, and were discussing whether to eat the old cow first, or the calf in its belly, who knew that there was wind in their ears, and suddenly turned around and saw a black eagle rushing towards them.

"What a big eagle!" This golden soldier just exclaimed, and the next moment, he was in a different place.

"It's not good, run away, it's a bad eagle!" A few golden soldiers immediately woke up, carried a scimitar, turned around and ran, where did they still take care of the old cow at this time.

Mutter!

The night yang in the air was a carving roar, and it swooped down, and a pair of wings were like two sharp swords, falling suddenly, and before a golden soldier could escape, he was split in half.

He turned around again, and the other wing slashed out, and a great head flew into the sky, smashing to the ground.

There are only two golden soldiers left here, and seeing that the eagle eagle is fierce and unstoppable, he immediately turned around and slashed at the eagle with a scimitar.

The eyes of the eagle were cold, merciless, the wings fanned, the wind was fierce, the two golden soldiers were affected by the wind, stopped slightly, but suddenly saw that the eagle eagle was already in front of them, they had just raised their knives, but a huge black shadow completely enveloped them.

"No!" Before they died, they exclaimed, but a sharp edge quickly crossed their necks!

Disheveled!

The two golden soldiers fell to the ground almost at the same time, and the scimitars in their hands fell with a clatter.