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"You seem to have shown me the door, didn't you?" asked the old man to a barbarian veteran.

This barbarian old dragon clock, with a rickety body, and a wrinkled face like old bark, heard the question, and replied with a smile: "The old man has good eyesight, and the younger one is fifteen years old, and he has been guarding the old man's house for more than forty years." ”

"You led the horse for me," the old man asked another old barbarian.

"Yes, thank you for remembering. The barbarian laughed.

"Why don't you remember that you scared the horse and was whipped by me. The old man laughed.

"Since then, I have been careful and have never made a mistake. The barbarian laughed so hard that his eyes were almost slit, and he was very proud that the old man could still remember his past.

"You're a cook, cook for me"

"Thirty years ago, I led the troops to the battle, as if there were you"

"Twenty-three years ago, I was hunting and encountered a monster, and you saved me"

“”

The old man smiled and nodded, asking the barbarian veterans questions one by one. The barbarian veteran replied with a smile, satisfied with the answer, patted his shoulder and praised him twice;

The barbarians who were whipped with leather whips were also smiling and begging for mercy exaggeratedly, causing others to laugh.

"You are all very obedient and stand up for me, your backs are straight, and you will kill me fiercely later," the old man laughed loudly.

"Got it, sir," everyone replied in unison.

The old man nodded to Gurung, didn't speak, and turned back to the hillside.

"But, grandpa, you are different from them, you are the elder of the family, you are my grandfather, they can die, you can't die" Gurung chased after him.

"It's all my old buddies here, I'm going to die with them, I'm going to let everyone take a look, for the future of the Northern Clan, they can die, and I'm the leader of a tribe, the former leader, can also die, that's it, Gurung, my good grandson, don't say it anymore. ”

The old man's tone was firm and could not be ignored, "The tradition of the Northern Tribe, the old man died for the tribesmen, and the hope of survival was left to the descendants of the clan, multiplied, and lived, a long, long time ago, and that was it. Heaven is like this, this is something that God has decided, and it cannot be changed."

Gurung took a step forward, his eyes were red, and he said loudly: "As long as my grandfather survives, what is the way of heaven or not, what does it have to do with me, what is determined by God, and what is not changed by God."

A whip shadow slammed into Gurung's body, and the leather robe on his body broke in response.

"You don't respect the heavens, and the great rebellion is not good, my clan can only follow the way of heaven, so that the children and grandchildren can multiply and live from generation to generation," the old man whipped angrily and shouted bitterly.

At this moment, there was suddenly a figure next to him, as if he had broken through the void and appeared out of thin air.

"Master, you are here, please persuade my grandfather, hehe, Master, you are too timely" Gurung saw the visitor, immediately smiled, walked a few steps, and arrived in front of Mr. Meng.

"The army is returning north, and if I can't find you, I know you'll be here. Mr. Meng smiled, raised his hand and stretched out a finger, volleying into the void.

Gurung looked stunned, looked at Mr. Meng, his body swayed a few times, and he fainted on the ground.

"You've really decided that now I can take you away. Mr. Meng looked at the old man and said.

"It's decided, people can't escape death after all, and it doesn't make sense to live a few more years. I have no regrets about being able to accompany a group of old guys to fight and die together. The old man nodded.

"I still remember that at the beginning, the two of us signed up together and became a contestant in the Immortal Master Palace. If you hadn't been injured in the fight, maybe it would have been a different story now. Mr. Meng's tone was filled with emotion.

"Hehe, I'm better than you now because I have a good grandson. The old man's tone was filled with pride.

"I'm better than you because I have an amazing talent. Mr. Meng said.

The two looked at each other, their expressions instantly sluggish, and they both laughed.

"I'm leaving. Mr. Meng hugged Gurung.

"Take good care of your apprentices. The old man shouted.

Mr. Meng smiled back and drifted away.

The old man watched Mr. Meng's back disappear, and turned to look at the neatly arrayed barbarians under the hillside, with a resolute expression on his face.

Several veterans ran over and knelt down in front of the old man.

"Dashuai, I found the opponent's iron horse in front"

"There is the Chifeng Army on the left"

"There are also men and horses of the Chifeng Army on the right"

"There is an unknown person behind us"

Old man Qiang unsheathed his sword, "Everyone prepare, kill the enemy"

The horses' hooves rumbled over the snow like thunder.

The ground shook, and the snow on the branches of the trees rustled and fell.

A black line appeared in the distance, and countless iron horses seemed to be pushed horizontally by a tide, surging over. Immediately afterwards, on the left, right, and back, the army of Chifeng City also appeared.

In the barbarian array, I don't know who it was, the first one began to chant the ancient tune, and the people next to him also chanted, and all the barbarians began to chant. For a moment, the desolate and mournful tune echoed in the void, stirring up the wind and snow, as if weeping.

In March of Chifeng, the sheep and grass grow, the ice and snow are coming, who feeds the wolf and the world pities the sheep, the wolf is alone, the heart of the sky is unpredictable, and the world is like frost.

The drums of war are beating, and there is more tragedy in the tune.

The Chifeng Army, surrounded by all sides, spread all over the mountains and fields, and also stopped. In the battle formation of the army, there were war drums beating and knocking

The Quartet Army, dozens of war drums beat together. The passionate drum beat shook the sky, and in an instant, all the drums and chanting of the barbarians were suppressed.

The whole army of Kill let out a violent shout, and the momentum rose to the sky, and they rushed towards the barbarians together.

On a small hillside in the distance, Gurung knelt in the snow, watching the battle below, tears streaming down his face. Mr. Meng stood silent, like a statue.

Beside them, countless Chifeng troops waved their blades, like a torrent, and rushed down the hillside.

Strangely, with them as the center, there were no soldiers within two zhang of them. The Chifeng military flow rushed two feet away, as if to avoid obstacles, and walked around, ignoring the two of them, as if they didn't exist at all.

"Master, grandpa will die, everyone will die, why is this happening" Gurung Wawa cried.

"Since ancient times, the Northern people have been like this, the old and weak are willing to die for the sake of future generations, and the hope of life is left to the descendants of the clan. And then when these juniors get old, they will also die in this way. Such a thing, for millions of years, has never changed. Mr. Meng replied.

"Why?"

Gurung's voice was hoarse, "Why are the people of Tianzhou Kingdom born with fertile land to cultivate, the wind and rain are smooth, and they don't have to worry about food." But the people of the northern tribe have to stay in the bitter cold land, lack food and clothing, and starve to death every year."

"The way of heaven is like this, and the fate of the Northern Clan is like this. Mr. Meng replied.

"The people of the Northern Clan, respect the way of heaven, there is no shortage of sacrificial rituals every year, why are they so suffering," Gurung asked.

"Under the way of heaven, all things shrink in fear. Among them, there is a fixed number, there is an arrangement, even if you ask the sky, but the sky does not ask. Look at this snow, fluttering down, this is good snow, each piece just falls in its own place. The same is true of things, the same is true of people, and the same is true of the Tianzhou Kingdom and the Northern Tribe, the deep meaning of which is wonderful. Mr. Meng replied.

When Gurung heard this, he suddenly stood up, showing a look of resentment