Zhao Yun, who had rested for a while to regain some energy, went to look at Zhang Zhu again.

Seeing that there was nothing unusual about him, he regained his silver spear and continued to search for the Wuhuan people or survivors who might be alone in the village.

Until the night faded, a line of white appeared in the sky, and the fire that had burned all night in the village was extinguished one after another.

Zhao Yun came to a low wall, and after a few steps, he smelled an unusually strong smell of blood.

He raised his left hand and gestured to the soldiers behind him.

Several soldiers looked at each other silently, and surrounded them with swords.

Zhao Yun walked over slowly, and there was a small sound from behind the wall.

When he was two or three steps away from the low wall, a black shadow burst out with a strong fishy aura.

The black shadow held a Han army-style sword, and the long knife slashed at Zhao Yun with a fierce wind.

Zhao Yun, who had already been on guard, easily made a wrong step to get out of the way, although it was only a mistake, and then in the hazy skylight, Zhao Yun still saw clearly the head knife in his hand and the black military coat on his body, the spear that was originally stabbed was changed to a stab, and the gun was whipped on the shoulder of the black shadow.

The black shadow screamed in pain, the head knife in his hand fell to the ground, stood unsteadily, threw a few steps forward, and was about to get up again, when he was pressed to the ground by several soldiers, and cursed a string of Wuhuan words in his mouth.

Zhao Yun frowned and looked at the Wuhuan man on the ground.

Seeing the black coat on his body and the sword in his hand, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.

With Zhao Yun's eyesight, how could he not see that this was a knife, thinking that this clothes were also stripped from their robes.

Temporarily suppressing the anger rolling in his chest, Zhao Yun walked towards the low wall, he wanted to see what kind of evil these miscellaneous pieces had created, so that they had such a big blood.

Rounding the low wall, he saw everything in front of him.

More than a dozen women lay naked on the craggy gravel, their hands and feet broken and broken under them, and the blood stains of the big beach soaked the land into a bright red color.

Zhao Yun's hand holding the spear suddenly tightened, and his knuckles turned white.

He stood still, staggering his eyes slightly, not looking at the corpses of the women on the ground.

After a while, he took a deep breath and suppressed his anger.

"Don't come here!" Hearing the footsteps of the soldiers behind him, he stopped in a deep voice, "Go and find some clothes." ”

Many of the soldiers were stunned, and then they all understood what was happening behind the low wall.

Born in troubled times, the Hu people, thieves, and the official army walked and came, came and walked on this land, and it was not difficult for them to guess what kind of tragedy would happen to a looted village.

Listening to Zhao Yun's words, several soldiers turned around and went to the village to find something to hide their bodies, and two of them raised their feet and stomped on the head of the Wuhuan man who was held on the ground.

Zhao Yun lowered his eyes and walked around the corpses on the ground with painful expressions on their faces, and walked to a clearing behind the low wall.

There was some fresh blood spilled next to a large tree.

Drop by bit, stretching along the ground behind the trees.

In the mud on the ground, there are a row of shallow marks mixed with blood, which are the marks left by the ten fingers digging into the ground after being dragged.

Zhao Yun also saw two pieces of nails with flesh hanging on them, and some broken hair with blood.

He hesitated, followed the bloodstains, and walked behind a broken wall.

The young girl lay alone, her bony limbs folded into figure-eights, and the ends of her red cloth hair soaked in blood.

His eyes were wide at the sky, and his chest was still a little undulating.

Zhao Yun stepped over in two steps, couldn't avoid suspicion, and reached out to probe her snort.

Then his heart sank.

The girl, who was almost indistinguishable from a dead body, seemed to be shocked and trembled.

She moved her eyes, and when she found that the tall figure squatting in front of her was Zhao Yun, a trace of brilliance flashed in her eyes.

Is it a hallucination?

Or a dream before death?

She actually saw this person again, and the girl didn't seem to be in so much pain.

Her bloody lips twitched slightly, and she opened her mouth to say something.

Zhao Yun recognized this girl, he was a martial artist with clear ears and eyes and keen five senses, the girl's undisguised eyes followed, how could he not be aware of it?

It's just that he has no intention in his heart, so he will never respond.

The young girl's mind is changeable, and after a while she will forget it, and she should marry a lover who has her in her heart.

Unexpectedly, meeting again is indeed such a scene.

Seeing that she gasped a few times and her mouth moved as if she was saying something, Zhao Yun hurriedly bent down to listen.

If she can't let go of something, he can help her if he can.

"Thank you......"

Zhao Yun was stunned, thank you?

When she looked down again, the girl had already taken her last breath, a teardrop broke out of the corner of her closed eye, and there was a hint of a smile on her face.

Zhao Yun knelt down on one knee beside the corpse and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

The sky was getting brighter, and a glimmer of morning light shone through the thick clouds.

The fire that had been kindled in the village was extinguished, and when the wind blew it, black ashes flew into the air, fluttering and fluttering all over the sky, and falling on people's heads and bodies, like black snow.

Zhao Yun looked at his body, took off his armor, and took off the outer layer of his military uniform to cover the girl's body.

Wearing only his underwear, he stood up, gun in hand, strode around the corpses on the ground, and walked out from behind the low wall.

He walked up to the bloody black man, spun the silver spear in his hand, and plunged into the mud.

Motioning for the two soldiers to let go of their hands, the bloody-faced Wuhuan man shook his head, and he looked up at the tall Han general in front of him.

The other party looked at him condescendingly, his face expressionless, and his eyes were as cold as ice.

The Wuhuan man crooked the corners of his mouth and laughed, he didn't beg for mercy, he didn't try to escape, he just lay on the mud like a toad.

Zhao Yun paced, walked behind him, stepped on his calf, bent down and grabbed his braid, forcing him to kneel.

This Wuhuan man was in pain, and bared his teeth and scolded two Wuhuan words.

Zhao Yun didn't want to listen carefully, he pulled out the dagger in his boot with one hand and pressed it against the neck of the Wuhuan man.

With a sharp blade in his throat, the look on the face of this Wuhuan man finally showed some wavering, and he said something hurriedly.

None of the people present responded, and everyone looked at him expressionlessly.

The sharp blade cut through the skin, and a trace of stinging pain came, he was completely panicked, and stammered in Chinese: "I, know Xiaoshuai, secret, don't kill me, say." ”

The sharp dagger did not stop as he had hoped, and still sliced through his neck from left to right with great slow but firm force.

He tried to struggle, but it seemed like a mountain was pressing down on his head, and a powerful force came from behind him, forcing him to sit on his knees, his head held high and his throat exposed.

A sharp pain came into his mind, and he shook his head in a panic, but he couldn't shake off the big hand that grabbed his braids.

The smell of rust filled his nose and throat, and the dark red blood of the cut mouth flowed out like a waterfall.

He went limp, no longer had the strength to struggle, and listened to the clatter of his flesh being cut open and his bones jamming the dagger, and he finally lost consciousness and fell into darkness forever.