Chapter sixty-nine

"What?"

"It's him!"

"That person slaughtered, that person's brother-in-law!"

Doubt, consternation, followed by affirmation, with mixed emotions in the words. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info the expression of the mountain is very complicated, a little trance.

Nashan sat down, waved his hand, and said, "You go out first, do what you have to do, and they will obey your arrangement." ”

"Yes. Then I quit. ”

Looking at the slightly pale face of the mountain, the young man got up and respectfully bowed back, the purpose of his coming to see the mountain tonight had been achieved, and now the adult's expression was wrong, so he naturally needed to leave.

In fact, the young man didn't want to disturb this adult, but those juniors and disciples of this adult were a little difficult to serve, and they needed some words from this adult.

The young man stepped back and closed the stone door, and there was not a trace of wind in the closed stone house, but the flame of the lamp was flickering, sometimes dim, sometimes bright, and the figure of the mountain was sometimes pulled for a long time, and sometimes it almost disappeared.

The mountain's slightly emaciated face changed between dark and light, looking a little strange and gloomy.

The flame stopped burning abnormally, and the flame rose slowly and softly.

The mountain's eyes snapped open, and its head was raised, looking into the void.

"You, are you really not dead? You're here, you... What the hell are you thinking?"

He muttered in a low voice, and the mountain's eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes were full of confusion.

The man's talent is unknown, for those who are not at that level, but his ability to command the army is known to everyone.

His name can even stop a child from crying.

In the mountains, he is not liked, and his peers are more disgusted with him, or fearful.

On the mountain, there is only one man who can convince him.

But that person is even more taboo!

Can't say, can't say.

"Human slaughter?"

The mountain's hand was spread out under the flames of the lamp, and there was a faint glimmering 'line', and if you looked closely, what kind of 'line' was it?

Looking at the few wisps of cold sweat that were like lines, the slightly pale face of the mountain stagnated slightly, and after a long time, he raised his head again, and the mountain looked up at the oil lamp, and his mind slowly stabilized.

"Slaughter. ”

The boy muttered again, looking at the candle flame, and the mountain's eyes gradually became cloudy and lost their color......

In a large hall, a middle-aged man-like Taoist sat cross-legged with his eyes closed. On the futon beside him, a quirky little boy was lying on his stomach, two little feet without boots dangling in the air, his small black eyes were constantly turning, he seemed to be thinking about something.

"Master?"

Suddenly, the little boy shouted softly. His little hand tugged at the Taoist's robe, shaking it incessantly.

"Huh?"

The man's eyes didn't open, but he snorted softly.

The appearance of the Taoist is mediocre, which makes people feel comfortable looking at the heart, but when someone puts their eyes on the hair of the Taoist, it is quite weird.

"Tell me stories, tell stories to the mountains. ”

The little boy's hands did not stop, he was still swaying as he spoke, and his two naked little feet were also shaking incessantly, as if the Taoist would never stop if he did not agree.

"Oh, don't talk about it, say it for the teacher, can't you say it for the teacher? ”

Originally, no matter how naughty the little guy was, the Taoist either hummed or nodded, but it didn't take long for the Taoist to be indifferent, and the little guy suddenly became "angry", and a crimson talisman that exuded a powerful aura appeared out of thin air in his hand, and then the other little hand stepped up and was about to tear the talisman open......

Frightened, the Taoist hurriedly stopped and put away the talisman seal.

"Whew!"

Dao exhaled with palpitations, his eyes swept over the left half of his hair, and a trace of heartache flashed in his eyes.

The Taoist's hair is as black as a waterfall, and it naturally falls, but the "waterfall" of the Taoist seems to have been cut off, but the left half of his hair is a little shorter than the right half......

This is a few days ago when the Taoist did not tell a story, and was burned by the little guy with a talisman.

"Talk about it, talk about it. ”

Seeing the master "wake up", the little guy was immediately ecstatic, immediately got up, and learned to sit cross-legged with the Taoist, but after a while he couldn't stand it, the little guy's eyes rolled slightly, and he sat down on the futon, stretched his two calves forward, and looked up at his master longingly.

"Huh?"

The Taoist combed the folded Taoist robe and muttered, "Then tell you the story of a person slaughtered." ”

"Is it the person who kills people and drinks blood, and cuts off his head as a wine cup? Is it the same person who killed millions of captives back then?"

Hearing the words of the Taoist, the little guy's eyes flashed and he was very excited.

That's a human slaughter, his life is simply legendary, he only broke through the nine grades in his teens, and then joined the dynasty army, as a small soldier, one bloody battle, one after another life and death alternated, he came back to life, and finally became the myth of the dynasty army.

Maybe it was because he killed too much, or because he had too many assassinations, that person survived to nearly forty years old and did not break through the eighth grade, and then he resigned from the position of the generalissimo of the dynasty's soldiers and horses, and from the eighth rank (seeking the mountain and nine times), he carried a butcher's knife and walked into the secret realm of the law saint.

Subsequently, it is gone, and life and death are unknown.

But today, the master wants to tell his story, how can he not make the little guy excited?

Looking at the apprentice who was about to forget his form, the Taoist smiled slightly and said, "Well, I won't say it today, you can see for yourself." What you can get is your chance, whether it is a blessing or a curse, and it is your creation. ”

"See?"

The little guy was stunned, and his confused little eyes looked at Shizun.

"Well, look!"

The Taoist bowed, then raised his right hand and pointed his index finger at the center of the little boy's eyebrows.

"Hmm!"

The little boy snorted, felt pain, and fainted.

......

......

The sky and the earth are vast, and the dark clouds are thick, pressing down. There is a depressive building on the flat earth, looking from a distance, it looks like a peerless beast crawling, and the killing intent bursts out, shocking this world.

It's a barracks!

The military camp of the dynasty.

A huge gate valve opened, and two straight black lines shot into the distance.

If you look closely, it is a black line, but a person is lining up.

The 'black line' is undulating, and there are all kinds of people in line, whether they are big men with big bodies, or young people who are thin and still a little immature, or "rats" who are thin but nimble......

Today is the day of the dynasty's recruitment.

The little boy floated in the air, looking at this astonishing picture with a somewhat pale face, and was shocked.

The long line of hundreds of thousands of people, but extremely straight and no one spoke, is a shocking picture.

You must know that these people are still just gangsters, and there are not many people who steal chickens and dogs, but now they are like this......

They're not soldiers yet!

The little boy sighed.

His gaze swept over the awe-inspiring camp, his expression did not change in the slightest, and his eyes did not fluctuate as he looked at those majestic soldiers.

However, when his gaze involuntarily pulled to a thin young man, the little boy's expression changed in an instant, extremely white, looking at the young man, the little boy seemed to see a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and countless souls were screaming.

It was a boy of fourteen or fifteen years of age, with a sickly pale cheeks, dressed in an ordinary cloth garment, and tied around his waist with a straw rope at random, and a waist knife on which he was wrapped in leather.

The waist knife is not long, and it seems short, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is used to kill pigs, as for killing?

I guess it's a bit hanging!

The boy stood quietly in the long line, slowly moving towards the barracks.

The little boy looked at this young man, his heart was fluctuating, and his expression gradually eased, he knew that this was a fragment of memory condensed by great magical powers, this was the path of that person's life, and all he could do was watch.

Quietly watch the magnificent life of people slaughter.

The little boy's name is Nashan, he is a native of Liuzhong Mountain in Hanshan, and his master is called Lin Changtian, who is a strange person.

And that mountain's life will also be a strange person in the future.

......

......

"Boy!** didn't eat. You can't run for such a short distance, do you go to the battlefield to give people their lives? Ah! It's easy for you to give someone someone's life, but then I'll have to bury you fucking and fuck you, get out. Get up and keep running!"

"Smack!"

"What are you looking at, what are you staring at? It's you who hit, don't think you're running easily, come on, add some more material to this Wang Ba calf." ”

"Okay. Yes, take it easy, don't kill them. ”

"Hmph. It's better to die, and there is a whole corpse in my hands, but if you die on the battlefield, then ...... But there may not even be a corpse!"

The sun is in the middle of the day, and the scorching sun can make people take off a layer of skin, making people want to stay at home all the time, under the tree.

However, tens of thousands of people were running around the land, wearing armor and carrying heavy loads on their backs.

The sound of drum-like breathing came and went, huge beads of sweat fell, and chapped lips were bloodless, and they all bent over and moved forward. Fall, get up, can't get up?

This was one of the training grounds, and a thin teenager staggered and staggered, and he didn't take a few steps before staggering to the ground.

The veteran guards scolded angrily, and the young man struggled to get up, but he couldn't get up. Beside him, a man with a large body saw this scene, couldn't help laughing, and then ran over with his head held high.

However, with a snap, a long black whip slammed into the man, and the big man glared angrily, but he was scolded by the old soldier and asked someone to put some heavy objects on him.

Dahan was silent, his body trembled slightly, he didn't say much, and he shouted to the captain, so he buried his head and ran.

The boy fainted after all. Seeing this, the captain threw the long whip at his comrades, and then ran over to take off the weight on the young man's body, and kept slapping his hands on the young man's body, and invisible air currents entered the young man's body with the beating.

This is a means, but it is better to tap a person's potential, and there is no hidden danger, but it is too bitter.

It didn't take long for the boy to wake up, squint at the fiery sun, and subconsciously pursed his lips.

"What are you looking at? Not yet. Want to be lazy?

Seeing that the boy was awake, the captain scolded and kicked the boy in the ass, and his mouth was still growling.

The boy was silent, reloading the weight on the ground, then stood up and began to run.

"Hey, boy. Give!"

Suddenly, the captain shouted and told the boy to stop. Then he threw the water bottle hanging from his waist, then turned around and shouted, teach the crumbling recruits a lesson!

Looking at the man's back, the boy smiled, opened the kettle, drank a little water, threw the kettle, and ran.

Syllable!

Feeling the wind behind him, the captain's right arm rolled back, and his big hand was opened, grabbing the "hidden weapon" that came from the attack. Looking at the kettle in his hand, the captain threw it and tied it around his waist. Looking at the distant back, he chuckled and muttered, "This kid, it's okay, just drank a little." Yes, it's a little worse than me. ”

......

"Captain, how are you? How?"

The shattered earth, the horrific corpses, the broken weapons, this is a battlefield after a bloody battle.

A teenager was shouting and crying, and he was holding a middle-aged man who had almost been cut in half in his arms, and the boy's armor was full of bloodstains, which was the blood of the enemy, and there was also the blood of the big man.

When he first went to the battlefield, he was crazy, he was crazy to kill the enemy in front of him, he was too deep to hear the roar of the team, and when he came to his senses, he saw that the captain had blocked a knife for him, but he himself was almost cut off.

"It's okay, later... You... Yes... You'll get used to it, remember, don't... Want... You don't... Not a madman......"

The big man was muttering, but he couldn't stop vomiting blood in his mouth, and his hand was on the young man's arm, but it hung down weakly......

"You... Will know... Know how to do it... Do ......"

"No!"

The young man roared angrily, tears flowing, and clear marks seemed to be engraved on his face. He whimpered, and closed the big man's open eyes with his right hand.

This year, the national war began, the bloody battle on the border of the dynasty, hundreds of thousands of border soldiers died, and ninety percent of the recruits recruited three months ago died.

The battle was a tragic victory, with a total of 383,024 soldiers killed here, including 121,030 recruits killed in the previous year!

What's more, veterans who lead recruits to fight...... Death!

......

"Battalion commander!"

"What?"

"The enemy army is too strong, and those recruits will be sent to death if they are put on ......"

"I know, old rules!"

"Yes!"

The soldier's dirty face, his eyes bloodshot, he didn't say much, and turned away.

"Alas!"

The battalion commander sighed and looked at the sky. The dusty face can vaguely see a little bit of the emaciated teenager back then.

This is a battlefield, the dynasty is weak, the enemy country is approaching, there are wars everywhere, and this is just one of them.

The young man's name was Ren Tu, the commander of the Baizi battalion, who was in charge of this front and prevented the enemy from advancing westward.

After three years of national war, on the ridge of the northern front, the white-character battalion fought to the death and did not retreat.

When reinforcements arrived, all the 2,000 veterans of the Baizi battalion died, and the 3,000 recruits died 1,000!

The battalion commander slaughtered nearly 100 knives in his body, and all wounds were all wounded, none of which were injured for himself, all of which were blocked by soldiers, most of whom were recruits.

In the dynasty, there was an unwritten rule in the army to protect recruits!

Therefore, unless all the veterans died in battle, there must be new recruits who survived.

......

Heavy snow has fallen, the sky and the earth are white, and this has been the eighth year of the national war!

The world is vast, and the sky and the earth are the same. The ground was covered with a thick layer of snow, and as far as the eye could see, there was no trace of people.

However, in the cold world here, on the plain, there is a faint white shadow floating.

The speed of the white shadow is not fast, if it weren't for the constant attention of the eyes, it is estimated that no one would suspect that the white shadow was floating.

It's close!

The White Shadow stopped, and it was a group of nearly a hundred people, all dressed in white fox furs and white hats.

Standing on the ground, looking at the terrain from a distance, no one will see that it is a group of people.

This group of people is led by a young man in his twenties, the young man is slightly thin, standing in a group of burly men who look a little petite, but those who look at the big man have no trace of contempt, they are full of reverence.

"Wild wolves. The young man spoke.

"General. ”

A middle-aged man walked out of the line and answered in a low voice. The young man did not look back, but kept scanning all directions, and after a while, the young man muttered, "Go and see, where are those people, can't let them run away!"

"Yes!"

The big man's figure disappeared in the snow, and the young man sat down on the spot. Those big men were silent, and they also sat on the spot, and they didn't make a sound.

There was silence, and the snow fell harder.

In the mountains, a plum blossom blooms, and snowflakes embellish, adding more artistic conception.

The blood flowers are about to bloom!

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ly: Originally, I was going to finish writing this person and send a big chapter, but Luoyun is a little procrastinating, so let's send it up first.

This character is by no means a passerby in the text, you have to think about his position.