The next day.

Xiao Jintian took Xiao Taiping and stood at the door, looking at the armed aunts curiously.

He didn't understand why the aunts' eyes were red, as if they had cried.

Is it also that you don't eat balls and are beaten by Abba?

The adults in the room are not in the mood to deal with two little ones who are full of questions.

Zhiqiu, Xia Tao and Li Youniang, three women with red eyes but unable to cry, are working together to put on armor for Zhang Chu.

The armor was heavy.

Fish scales made of 100 smelted iron, and then with iron locks twisted from iron wire, pieces of dark fish scale armor pierced.

Meteorite outside the sky, made into a heart goggle, thick enough to be a book, even a famous sword, can not be pierced!

The two shoulder blades are also made of fine iron to form a roaring tiger head.

Even the seemingly ordinary black satin boots are sewn with iron pieces in the middle......

This set of armor was built by Zhang Chu after returning from the battle with Wang Zhenyi in the past.

It consumes 700 catties of iron, and the armor becomes 120 catties.

At the time of the completion of the armor, Zhang Chu had experimented that with this armor, it could resist the residual strength of fighting with the four-grade qi sea, and it could defend against strong bows and arrows below five stones.

Although it is not called a divine armor.

But for Zhang Chu, it is already useful.

He is a warrior.

Not a messenger.

Martial arts is his foundation.

Armor is just the icing on the cake.

The armor is finished.

Zhiqiu set up a stool and tied a bright red cloak for Zhang Chu with his own hands.

Zhang Chu looked up at her.

Look at her red eyes.

Look at the corner of her bitten lip.

He smiled, reached out and gently wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and said gently: "Look after the family, wait for me to triumph!"

After that, he gently hugged Xia Tao and Li Youniang beside him.

Let go.

Stride out.

He doesn't consider himself a hero.

He was willing to indulge in this gentle country.

Xiaolou listens to the wind and rain and looks down on Jianghu Road.

But now...... It's not time yet!

He walked out of the main hall.

Follow in his footsteps.

Soldiers in neat armor gathered from all directions.

Da Liu, who was dressed in the armor of a dark descending tiger, stepped forward quickly, holding the purple dragon sword in both hands and holding it high above the top, and bent down in front of Zhang Chu.

Zhang Chu picked up the purple dragon knife, his eyes swept over the red cloud standing in front of the armor soldiers, who was also dressed in armor and had a sassy and heroic posture, and said softly: "You stay, take care of my home!"

Hongyun trembled, waved his hand and said, "Huh." ”

Zhang Chu nodded and strode out the door.

Outside the gates.

Hundreds of knights in armor, leading their horses, have been waiting for a long time.

The fat and strong, saddle horses of the green horses stood outside the gate.

It has been idle for a long time, and can only ride a little mare on weekdays to relieve boredom, and at this time I saw Zhang Chu from a distance, excitedly neighing, and holding its eight-grade Xuanjia guard, it was pulled by it with its feet off the ground, and it couldn't stabilize its body at all.

It's a war horse!

Not a stallion......

Well, although the days of being surrounded by mares are also beautiful.

But it still craves the battlefield!

Longing for the voice of Jingo.

Zhang Chu stepped forward, took the reins, patted the neck of the green horse's muscles, and scolded with a smile: "Stinky guy, have you rested enough? Next, it's a vicious battle......

The green horse lowered his head affectionately and licked his cheek, as if to say: Boss, don't worry, with me, the world can go!

Zhang Chu patted its big face, turned his head and shouted, "Get on the horse!"

Hundreds of knights in armor, neatly mounted on their horses, and their movements were uniform, as if they had been rehearsed thousands of times!

The group slowly walked towards the closed door.

After Zhang Chu left.

A group of women and children appeared outside the door of Zhang's mansion and watched his back.

......

The group went to the outside of the pass.

One by one, the brothers of the Red Flower Department with neat armor gathered behind Zhang Chu from all directions.

On both sides of the street, it was crowded with people from Taipingguan who came to see them off.

Some came to send Zhang Chu.

Some of them are sons who come to send their own families.

There were no shouts.

They stood on both sides of the street, quietly watching their own soldiers.

Of course they knew where Zhang Chu and they were going.

Of course, they also know that many people may not be able to come back......

But there was no sound of crying either.

Because they are all remnants of war.

They knew that when the northern barbarians came, someone had to rush up, block them, and hack them to death.

The sons of other families are going to go.

My own son-in-law, of course, can also go.

They were born early, late, or of the wrong sex.

Otherwise, they will go too!

An old man with snow-white hair and skinny bones, walking to the middle of the street on crutches to stop Zhang Chu, panting and desperately asking loudly, "Helper, when will you return home?"

Zhang Chu looked at him.

Look at his oil-depleted body.

Look at his rock-solid eyes.

Family.

Home......

Zhang Chu is not guilty.

He is not the king of Zhenbei.

He just regretted it.

He, as a parent, failed to keep their home.

"You're holding on!"

Zhang Chu said sonorously: "Wait for me to come back, take you home!"

"Hold on!"

The old man said, a few words, but his chest was rising and falling violently, as if burning the little vitality left: "If the old man can't go back, you bring the old grandson back, his father, on the wall of the Allsky Mansion, wait for him to return home!"

Zhang Chu pursed the corners of his lips vigorously.

He didn't recognize the old man.

But he already knew that the old man's son, a former brother of the Quadruple Gang, had died in the defense of Jintianfu.

Died at his wit.

Sure enough......

Future generations.

How can there be enough!

With a wave of his hand, two armor soldiers trotted forward and carried the old man to the side of the street.

Zhang Chu hit the horse, slowly passed the old man, and continued to move forward.

It's just that his back is getting heavier and heavier.

It's as if he was carrying a mountain on his shoulders.

What you get, there is always fearlessness.

What is lost is precious.

No matter how good Taiping is.

I can't make up for it, and I can't go home......

......

He went down the mountain.

Thousands of men in neat armor stood neatly on the plain.

They looked at Zhang Chu quietly.

Zhang Chu was also looking at them.

Zhang Chu wanted to say something.

Boost morale.

Oath.

But he looked at the burning eyes.

He didn't feel like he needed to.

The Northern Barbarians have all taken down half of Xuanbei Prefecture and and pee on the heads of all Xuanbei Prefecture people.

What morale needs to be boosted......

Let's not talk about it.

Save some chicken blood.

Fight again before the battle.

Zhang Chu grabbed the head thick and seven feet tall with one arm, pulled it out of the pedestal, and waved it north: "Qianyuan Army, follow me to the north and kill the Northern Barbarians!"

He rode on his horse and rode north.

An army of more than 10,000 people, meandering into a snake-like formation, followed closely behind him.

Anger is building.

Murderous energy is also accumulating.

I'm just waiting to see the Northern Barbarians......

The red sunlight in the early morning shone on Zhang Chu's side face.

He looked at the end of the endless gallop, and whispered softly in his heart: "White-headed guy, you have also seen it, it's not that I want to go back, it's everyone who insists on going back, and I was forced to go back by them."

Since you won't go back, Wu Shi, I'll reluctantly help you clean up.

It's been almost a year, and I don't know how you're doing now......

Well, I have a lot of brothers below, and if you encounter something, report my name, it will work!

Don't be afraid even if you can't find my brother.

You're going to be a celebrity soon!

There will be many, many people who will give you a thumbs up and say loudly when they hear your name: Awesome!

How do you pronounce a poem?

Let me think about it......

Come to think of it!

Don't worry about the road ahead, no one in the world knows you!

(Volume 4: Mo Dao's Road Ahead Without a Confidant: The End)

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