Chapter Eighty-Three: The Feeling of Coming Home

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The Black Hu Mountains were boiling.

More than 1,000 people are densely packed, with three layers inside and three layers outside, and the water surrounded by people on the Zhou Road is impassable.

In the crowd, Zhou Lu and the three leaders of Niutou Mountain were all red-eyed, and shouted hoarsely: "All stand back, all stand back...... Zhou Lu tightened the dagger, and strangled a red blood mark on the throat of the master of the village: "If you don't retreat, Lao Tzu will stab him to death." ”

The crowd took a step back, and then rushed up again.

The group was in a stalemate, exiting the wooden bridge of the cottage step by step, exiting the dangerous slope of Heihu, and then retreating beyond the stone wall of the cottage......

Everyone's nerves were tense to the extreme, and the green tendons on Zhou Lu's forehead were beating incessantly.

In front of us is the rocky slope of the Black Forest, and the slopes on both sides are gravel, and there is only a narrow mountain road in the middle. Among the bandits, several prestigious leaders gathered together with anxious faces, discussing in a low voice, preparing to select a few sharpshooters to ambush on both sides of the rocky slope in advance, and when the fat man and his party passed by, they would find an opportunity to kill the fat man with one arrow, and then let the two teams of bandits who had been prepared for a long time forcibly rush up to rob people.

Before it could be discussed, there was a sudden uproar ahead, and arrows fell like rain on the top of the rocky slope, and the ghosts and wolves that were caught off guard were cried wolf.

Zhou Lu and his people took the opportunity to speed up and dragged the master of Dazhai to run quickly across the mountain road on the rocky slope.

When the bandits reacted, they gathered a few leather shields to break through the rain of arrows in front, and then crossed the mountain road on the rocky slope, and saw more than 20 tall and strong hunting horses riding in the distance, carrying the fat man and the miners who had already run out dozens of feet away.

"They still have an answer?"

The bandits were dumbfounded, and a leader anxiously waved his big hand and shouted angrily: "The master of the village is still in their hands, let's chase ...... quickly."

Before he finished speaking, the afterimage of a sharp arrow swept in with an incredible degree, piercing the leader through his chest, dragging back more than ten steps on the spot, and stabbing a bandit behind him into a string and stabbing him to death at the same time.

The surrounding bandits were in an uproar, and they fled to the side in horror like a chicken coop that had blown up the camp.

"What crossbow can have such great power from dozens of feet apart?"

Dozens of feet away, their arrows have long been unable to shoot each other, and the other party's crossbow can still respond to the sound, taking the leader level of the party is like probing the bag to take things, this is still chasing a fart, send it to death?

In the midst of hesitation, those people in Zhou Lu had already gone far away.

At the top of the rocky slope, it is the archers who have been ambushed by Zhou Lu for a long time, behind the rocky slope, it is Ertu who spent a lot of money to collect more than 20 horses from the wilderness, Ertu ruthlessly prepared twice as many horses, originally prepared to change halfway, but it happened to come in handy, plus those miners, one each, got on the horse, these people beat the horses and fled.

Along the way, I took small paths, took dangerous paths, drilled into inaccessible places, and ran for most of the day in one go, and finally got rid of all the qiē tracks.

Everyone was so tired that they fell off their horses and sat on the ground gasping for air.

The miners escaped, hugged each other and wept and cheered.

The leather armor on Zhou Lu's body was wrinkled, full of water-stained stains after drying, and his head exploded like a bird's nest, he rubbed it down casually, and he didn't care about resting, and gathered several people in Ertu together, staring at his bloodshot eyes, holding a branch on the ground to draw the next route, and discussing in a low voice how to walk to be safer.

After eating the dry food and resting, everyone got back on their horses, marching step by step, vigilantly touching the road ahead. walked out for several days in a row, but fortunately, he didn't encounter the bandits of Heihu Mountain again along the way, and Zhou Lu's heart was put back in his stomach little by little.

After walking in the treacherous mountains for another three days, on this day, the sunset spread on a majestic mountain, and everyone around the road stood on the mountainside, gazing deeply at this undulating mountain range, in the mountains, the smoke curling in the felt tent quietly drifted away, and under the afterglow of the setting sun, several shepherds leisurely drove the sheep and horses back from the pasture.

A few families of children gathered together and ran happily around the country.

Zhou Lu, these people are all stupid.

"Is that what it feels like to be at home?"

"Finally home!"

Some of the miners in the back couldn't even hold back their tears, how good it felt to go home after a spin from Senluo Hell.

Ertu's eyes were also wet.

From the time he defected from the tribe and walked into the bloody wilderness, such a peaceful scenery can only be seen in dreams, in which there is the warmth of the felt tent fireplace, the gentle smiles of his parents, the unrestrained joy of riding on horseback, and the kind of relaxation and grace that does not have to carry his head to live......

And today, such a dream appeared in front of them, and they finally had the opportunity to return to that peace and tranquility, and Ertu felt that his soul was trembling.

He slowly turned his head and looked at Zhou Lu over there, and he saw that the little fat man was also trembling at this moment.

Zhou Lu felt Ertu's gaze, and slowly turned his head to look at Ertu, the fat man's eyes were red, and he bit his lip and said with some grievances: "I miss my daughter-in-law." ”

Not a single person laughed at him.

Ertu almost burst into tears.

Which family does not have relatives and lovers, and which does not have the most difficult to part with in his heart. Obviously, he has the most persistent thoughts in his heart, for the peace of the clan, he can still resolutely break into the bloody wilderness, this fat man is worthy of the warrior on the wasteland.

Ertu patted Zhou Lu's shoulder vigorously across the horse, forcibly suppressed the emotion in his heart, stared at Zhou Lu deeply and asked: "Zhou Lu, I see that you are not very old, and you have not been married for a long time." Newlywed Yan'er, how can your daughter-in-law rest assured that you will come out......"

"No," Zhou Lu was shy: "I haven't gotten married yet." ”

"Not married?"

Ertu and the leaders behind him all had a funny smile on their lips.

called a daughter-in-law before they got married, and they could all imagine the deep affection between two lovers who were in hot love.

Ertu smiled and asked, "Haven't you gotten married yet?"

"I'm going to ......" Zhou Lu folded his fingers and calculated: "As soon as I find the one who is willing to be good with me, I will get married." ”

"Are you ......" Ertu was stunned for a moment, his eyes widened and he asked, "You don't even have a good look?"

"yes. Zhou Lu said sadly: "That's why I'm afraid, I won't even marry my daughter-in-law and hang up, how wrong." I miss my daughter-in-law. ”

Zhou Lu blushed and rubbed the corners of his clothes.

Ertu's forehead was bruised, and he walked forward after hitting the horse, he wanted to scold his mother with his breath, and he felt that he really couldn't talk to that little bastard. It's a shame that he is still praising this little bastard as a wasteland warrior, does the wasteland warrior play people like this?