A young man in white, a snow-white horse.

The young man is handsome, and the horse is as vigorous as a dragon.

Su ** was on horseback, letting the white horse wander leisurely on the post road by himself.

In the fields next to the post road are busy people, and the children of the village sit at the tables in the school and read the texts from the books.

"The green mountains are all over the plains and the rivers are white, and the sound of the sub-rules is like smoke at night.

There are few idlers in the countryside in April, so the sericulture is planted and the fields are ......"

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There were sturdy men, rolled up their trousers, and worked in the fields naked. Although it was only April, the man did not feel cold.

There are big girls and little daughters-in-law, bending over to plant rice or pick mulberry. Occasionally looking up, revealing a flushed face. It's like an apple ripe red in autumn.

People watched the men and horses coming slowly on the post road.

The young man's handsome face made the eyes of those little daughters-in-law unbridled and bold, and they didn't see the eyes of the men who wanted to eat people.

The big girl is much shy. Sneaking a glance, the smoke flowed, and he quickly lowered his head. A touch of redness even the neck, and the roots of the ears were dyed pink. He stayed for a moment, then looked up and took a sneaky look.

Su Yan didn't care about the gazes of those big girls and little daughters-in-law.

didn't pay attention to the jealous eyes of the farmers in the fields,

He wasn't in a good mood.

Last night, when he rushed to the small courtyard in search of the middle-aged woman's crying, the young husband had already died.

Although he saved young daughters-in-law and middle-aged women, as well as young children. But for a dead person, even if he is a great cultivator who knows his fate, he is powerless.

Whoever sees a dead person will not be in a good mood, unless it is someone who deserves to die.

He deserved to die, but he fled, and he was still alive.

The young husband is not a damned person, but he is dead. He's just an ordinary person, naturally not a damn person, he has a mother, a child, and his own wife.

There were more than a dozen people lying outside the courtyard gate.

At first glance, it is the inhabitants of the town.

There's the tailor next door, there's the butcher who slaughters pigs in the town, and a few others. Even the lame man who usually begs for food in the town with a broken bowl lies there.

The people lying there were all reduced to cold corpses.

They may have been terrified at the time, too. But there are all kinds of signs that these people did not give up at the last moment of their lives, and the posture after the dying struggle was strange, and the blood was smeared on the ground in a strange pattern.

But some did not wake up, and those miserable cries could not awaken their sleeping dreams,

Such as the oily Taoist in the flat Taoist temple in the town.

There are also the people who live in the largest house in the town, those who usually show off their martial arts.

These people all had the heaviest dreams last night,

The events of the town last night could not wake them up.

Su Yan remembered what the taciturn uncle said to the teacher on weekdays:

"No one can wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep. ”

Neither can the mournful cry.

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There was a burst of men's laughter in the field, mixed with a woman's voice like a silver bell.

Su Yan raised his head, it turned out that the horse had already left the post road looking for the grass, and his body was leaning. Stretching out his long neck, he lowered his horse's head to nibble on the most tender handful in the ditch beside the road.

I felt embarrassed for a while, and temporarily put aside some low emotions.

As soon as the reins of the horse were lifted, the horse's front hooves jumped up on the post road, and there was a long neigh, and the hooves sounded. The dust on the road was carried up in a light cloud of smoke and galloped forward.

The real clothes are better than the white snow horses.

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After the border city, it is a ray of heaven.

A glimmer of heaven is a canyon. The mountains on both sides are like swords, straight into the sky. Looking up, the clouds were shrouded in mist. No one knows how high the peaks on the clouds will be.

The mountains on both sides are neat and straight, as if the whole mountain had been split by the gods from the middle.

The line is about ten miles long, and the sand and gravel on the ground are a dark red.

It is the color that is soaked in blood and then slightly dried.

At the end of the canyon is a majestic pass.

The name is Akamon.

The huge stone wall connects the mountains on both sides, and the walls are ten feet high. The door opening is not wide, and it looks like more than a zhang. Just enough for two columns of cavalry to enter and exit at the same time. The heavy gate was made of hard black wood, and the surface was somewhat blackened, with some brown marks left after the liquid had dried up. There were rows of copper nails riveted on it, and the surface of the copper nails already had a layer of green rust.

Outside the gate is the dark world, which is a desert with no one for three thousand miles, and those cruel and bloodthirsty werewolf worlds.

There is no sunrise in the dark world, and there is no sunset in the desert for thousands of miles.

Kannai has fertile land, bustling castles, and beautiful mountains.

Human civilization developed in Kannai, and the torch was passed down from generation to generation in this fertile land.

It's already night,

A raging fire burned in the iron basin above the city wall. The fire and the torches held high in the hands of the patrolling soldiers tore through the dark night and turned half of the sky red.

All the soldiers were swords unsheathed, and their spears were clear. People are constantly on the lookout for threats from the werewolves outside the gates, and they don't have any time to relax.

The werewolves outside the gate also coveted the fertile land and population in the gate all the time. Battles can happen at any time. The blood on the ten-mile-long canyon floor never seemed to have really dried up, and the hard gravel and gravel mixed with the blood became like a swamp. The footsteps are fluffy and soft.

Since the first battle, which took place in a long, long time, it has been impossible to count how many lives have been swallowed by that ten-mile-long canyon. The wind blew through the canyon with a terrible whistling sound.

However, fortunately, the canyon is not wide, otherwise I am afraid that all the humans and werewolves on the continent will be swallowed up by this canyon. If it weren't for the fact that the corpses disappeared inexplicably after every battle, I am afraid that the canyon would have been filled in long ago.

Yidao didn't join the patrol tonight.

He was in the barracks.

He's going to do something else.

There was silence in the barracks, and inside lay soldiers who had come down from the walls to rest. Everyone is hurrying to rest and recover as quickly as possible, because no one knows when the battle will happen again. Only by staying in the best condition can we kill more werewolves, and as for whether they can survive in battle, no one thinks too much.

Those who survive every battle can only survive after repelling the werewolf attack.

It was the first night since he arrived at Chimen Pass at the age of thirteen without going out on patrol.

From thirteen to eighteen, a full five years. I don't know how many battles I have experienced, and the long knife in my hand will be stained with the werewolf's jet-black blood every time.

Battles that can take place at any time keep the human soldiers at a constant lethal rate. A steady stream of soldiers from the border city came over, and countless faces disappeared in front of a sword. Too many people don't have time to go from strange to familiar with each other. It has disappeared forever, and as a result, most of the soldiers of Akamon's army do not know each other's names, and they have a common name: "Akamon Guard".

There are no newcomers to the Red Gate Guard, all of them are veterans who have survived a hundred battles in other battles, and the Red Gate Guard is said to be an army, more like a dead soldier, a dead soldier belonging to the human race.

Akamon also did not have a prefect appointed by the imperial court, so there was no need for battle strategy here, and there was no way to strategize and win a thousand miles. The first line of heaven is so wide, when the werewolf attacks, just rush up with a knife, either the enemy is killed or he is killed.

Simple and straightforward.

In the past, the one who could order the Red Gate guard here was a knife, because whoever lived the longest here killed the most werewolves, and of course the ability was the most powerful.

The most capable person is the leader of the Red Guard.

It's just that this head ranks still a soldier.

To survive here, and to live for another five years, is a very small chance, a rare miracle. If he survives with a knife, he is a miracle.

A knife is not his real name, and he has long forgotten his name after five years of countless battles. The name was given to him by the battlefield, as he now kills werewolves with only one sword, one in two, or in half.

No matter how cruel and dangerous the place, there will always be people who will survive.

The two cuts were called by the werewolves, either to describe the cruelty with which he killed the werewolves, or to say that the werewolves wanted to stab him in two.

It is said that in the dark world, the broken names can scare the newborn werewolf cubs into howling.

Or swear that whoever will let him meet in the Red Gate in two.

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Border

The border city is less than five miles from the Red Gate.

Strictly speaking, the border city is the first line of defense for human territory. The Red Gate is the first line of defense of the border city.

This line of defense has never disappeared since the knife arrived at Akamon, and it has always stood there. The soldiers inside the Red Gate never retreated to the border city.

The border city is the first line of defense. It is also the logistics support base of Akamon. Weapons were repaired, the wounded were treated, and soldiers and horses were trained from all over the country.

Everyone who is new to the city will leave a suicide note for their family in the border city, and then calmly walk towards the Red Gate.

The border city in the middle of the night is still lit up like the red gate on the front line. Outside the city, the schoolyard was filled with the sound of commands and soldiers' drills, and the craftsmen in charge of repairing ordnance were pounding their long knives with hammers in front of the red-hot stoves. The medics were busy treating the wounded who had retreated from Akamon, each of them a hero, and no one here was allowed to watch these heroes die in front of them instead of dying in the battle with the werewolves.

Heroes should be respected, and heroes should be cherished.

A piece of news spread like the wind from the city gate to the whole city at a great speed, and then a loud roar rang out from the city gate:

"One knife" .......

After a few moments,

On the city walls, more and more such roars resounded in the city. Zhou Bupo, the city lord who had just been busy for a day, was about to rest with exhaustion, and when he heard these roars, he stopped his hand that was unbuttoning his clothes. Hurriedly put on his coat, with a frenzy on his face, he hurried to the door.

The wounded soldiers who could still move struggled to get up, shouted "a knife" in their mouths and gritted their teeth and rushed towards the street. The waist that had been slightly bent by the pain straightened up again. It was as if that "knife" had infinite magic, and all the pain was like darkness driven away by the sun.

Even if you are seriously injured and unable to move on the bed, you must use all your strength to roar out the sound of "a knife".

There was a sudden silence on the battlefield at first, and then a louder and more orderly roar erupted, and the handle of the sword struck the shield with a clanging sound, and countless thumping sounds were combined, like countless war drums. Roar, knock, roar, knock. The roar was like thunder, echoing in the night sky above the border city.

"One knife", "bang bang"...... , "One Knife", "Bang Bang" ......

Uniform and layered, with a majestic and majestic peculiar rhythm!

Countless people in countless places have left their jobs, and countless fanatical roars have sounded:

"One Knife" ...... , "One Knife"......

One Knife,

It's a person's name, and it's also a ...... Divine faith and firm conviction.

The firmness of never going back, the firmness of killing the enemy without regrets, and the belief of victory, such as the belief that the Chimen Sword Peak will not collapse forever!

Over the years, too many humans and werewolves have died, and racial hatred and contradictions have become dead.

The roars gradually merged into a huge wave that shook the dust from the roof and fell down.

The clouds in the night sky rose and fell like waves, and then scattered as if they were fleeing.

The fire in the furnace burned even brighter.

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