Zhao Qing dragged his heavy footsteps and slowly walked towards everyone, and the audience was suddenly silent, as if only his footsteps were silent. The seven horse bandits who were crawling on the ground originally had a look of luck, but after seeing Zhao Qing, their faces turned bloodless one by one, as if the small figure in the distance turned into a hideous demon in an instant, and the kind of vengeful bloodthirsty light that erupted in their eyes made them cry out in despair in their hearts.

Jin Cheng's face suddenly became ugly, and he fiercely looked at the soldier who was in charge of searching the whole village just now, and said, "Hmph, this is what you said about estimating that there is no survivor?" The soldier was shocked, his head was tightly on the ground, but he didn't dare to look at Jin Cheng, and said, "The subordinate is guilty." ”

An adjutant standing beside Jin Cheng looked at Zhao Qing who was walking slowly, frowned, shook his head and sighed: "This child has suffered such a catastrophe today, and the murderous aura on his body is so heavy, I am afraid that his heart will change greatly in the future." ”

Jin Cheng stared at Zhao Qing's young figure and didn't speak for a long time, but a strange light flashed in his eyes, and said: "It's no wonder, this kid looks like he is only about five years old, such a young age can withstand this tragic scene, if it is anything else, even you and me, it is impossible to be calm." ”

At this moment, Zhao Qing is the protagonist of the audience, the small figure drives all the eyes, and those soldiers automatically give him his way, somehow the murderous aura that Zhao Qing is exuding now cannot be related to his age at all, but it really shocks the audience.

Zhao Qing walked in front of Mazi, the original pair of bright eyes were lifeless at this moment, in Mazi's opinion, it was like turning into two black caves that chose people to devour, and could engulf themselves in endless darkness at any time. Mazi felt an unspeakable fear in his heart, and instinctively struggled to take a few steps back to get away from Zhao Qing, but the sturdy and unusually bound on Ke Nai's body only turned into a few twists on the ground.

"Why did you come here, why did you kill my father?" Zhao Qing brought his pale little face to Mazi's eyes, his eyes were extremely indifferent.

"This" Mazi was stunned for a moment, a horse bandit explained to a child why they wanted to kill and rob, he seemed to be a little short of words. Suddenly, Mazi glanced around, knowing that he would never be able to escape today, he laughed hysterically, and said, "Your uncle is not afraid of the sky and the earth, you can manage a little rabbit cub if you kill someone?"

Mazi's expression seemed to infect the other six horse bandits, and these horse bandits also laughed wildly, and all kinds of abuse and ridicule came out.

Zhao Qing didn't seem to hear their words, slowly lowered his head, and said to himself: "We were living a good life, we could play every day, we could see our father and mother every day, why do you want to do this to us, why do you want to do this to us" After speaking, he paused slightly, looked back at the place not far away, where two corpses were lying quietly, Zhao Laosi's severed head and severed limbs had been put back in place, and Zhao Qing's mother was placed by his side.

Zhao Qing didn't cry, but just took a deep breath, slowly turned around, and said coldly to the soldier beside him, "Borrow your knife." ”

"Oh, oh. The soldier seemed to be shocked by Zhao Qing's breath, and forgot to say anything for a while, so he handed the steel knife in his hand to Zhao Qing.

The adjutant took a step forward, as if to say something. Jin Chengyi stopped his figure and shook his head at the adjutant.

In fact, the length of the steel knife blade was almost the same as Zhao Qing's height, but when everyone watched Zhao Qing's white and delicate palm gently caress the blade, a chill rose in everyone's hearts.

Looking at Mazi's eyes, he somehow always felt that there was a cruel smile on the corner of Zhao Qing's mouth, and the only trace of pride in his heart that he had calmly died had also dissipated, and now he just wanted to escape, escape far away.

"This is back to you, eighteen years later, do you think you have a next life?" After speaking, without waiting for the surrounding people to react, the steel knife in his hand was cold and light, and one of Mazi's thighs was unloaded with a "poof".

"Ah" As Mazi's heart-rending scream pierced the sky, the onlookers gasped. In fact, the strength that a five-year-old child should have is not enough to cut off one of an adult's thighs with a knife, but at this moment, Zhao Qing seems to have endless power. However, everyone was shocked that in the scene just now, no one thought of this aspect, this may be the power of a vengeful heart.

The pockmarked body twitched painfully, his teeth were clenched, the sweat was dripping on his whole pockmarked face, and the green tendons were exposed. Zhao Qing didn't seem to even blink his eyes, his hand raised and fell, and the cold light he saw flashed, and the remaining three limbs of Mazi were also cut off.

At this time, Mazi's face was completely distorted and deformed, and the intense pain had made him unable to open his mouth to moan and howl, and the blood sprayed out dyed the surrounding land bright red, and Mazi's remaining body was constantly writhing, gasping, and convulsing in the blood that flowed out of him

Even these soldiers who have been on the battlefield for a long time and have seen countless bloody scenes can't help but change their faces at this time, no one thought that a five-year-old child could use such a method, and everyone secretly sucked in cold air in their hearts.

Looking at the extremely bloody scene in front of him, this suddenly crushed the last trace of the remaining six horse bandits' psychological defense, and even more so, they were so frightened that they peed their pants. Who can not be afraid of death, it is nothing more than not seeing the treatment they will suffer before they die.

Zhao Qing glanced at Mazi coldly, his eyes did not fluctuate in the slightest, he slowly walked in front of the other horse bandit, and looked coldly at the frightened bloodless guy on the ground. He sneered disdainfully and said, "Half an hour ago, your expression shouldn't have been like this." Before the horse bandit could react, the four knives cut off all the limbs of the horse bandit in front of him, and before the horse bandit could scream miserably, the steel blade in his hand turned and stabbed him in the throat.

"Snort" A bloody arrow splattered out from the throat of the horse bandit, spraying Zhao Qing's face, Zhao Qing didn't even blink, and said lightly: "You are called by the province." With that, he kicked away the bandit who was glaring in the eyes. I'm afraid that this horse bandit didn't understand until he died that a child of such a young age could have such a heavy hand.

"No, no, don't come here, you're a ghost, you're not a human" Finally, the remaining horse bandits began to beg for mercy, struggling away from Zhao Qing's figure. The most unfortunate person not only peed his pants in fright, but also had violent convulsions all over his body, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with white foam, and he actually fainted.

"My father and mother should have begged you like this, and these innocent villagers have also begged you like this, but have you agreed?" Zhao Qing's indifferent affection was like a piece of ice that would not melt through the ages, unmoved.

"Puff puff" With every time Zhao Qing dropped the knife, the hearts of the soldiers standing around twitched fiercely. Many people shouted in their hearts: "Oh my God, is this a devil or a five-year-old child?" Zhao Qing's bloodthirsty appearance has deeply shocked these battle-hardened and bloody men, at this moment, no one can associate Zhao Qing with the appearance of a child.

When Zhao Qing had eliminated all the seven horse bandits, Zhao Qing turned his head and bowed deeply to Jin Cheng and all the soldiers around him, revealing a smile that belonged to a child, and said softly: "Thank you" Before the words were finished, the steel knife in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang", and the entire young body seemed to lose all its strength in an instant, and fell to the ground.

Jin Cheng reacted the fastest, rushed forward with an arrow, picked up Zhao Qing, sighed deeply, and said to the soldiers around him: "Then carefully search the entire village to see if there are any other living mouths, and others will bury these villagers." After saying that, he turned over his horse, hugged Zhao Qing with one hand, grabbed the reins with the other, and the horse that sat down neighed and galloped away.

The adjutant followed closely behind Jin Cheng and asked, "General, how is this kid?"

Jin Cheng looked at Zhao Qing's young and pale face, and said distressedly: "The resentment in my heart has been vented, it is estimated that it is because of the loss of strength, it is just a child, such a fate is really a bit for him"

Shaking his head, the adjutant nodded and said, "That's right, but this kid's behavior just now really scared me, and it is valuable to have that perseverance at a young age." ”

"It depends on the situation, this child is homeless, since it is fate that we met, I plan to keep this child in the army, what do you think?" Jin Cheng asked the adjutant.

The adjutant looked surprised and puzzled: "Stay in the army, general, our army is about to go to the front line recently, and the march to battle can be described as full of dangers, I'm afraid it's not appropriate to take a child, right?"

Jin Cheng laughed lightly, brushed away a strand of hair on Zhao Qing's forehead with his hand, and said, "I recognize this child as a righteous son!"

The adjutant stared, as if he didn't understand Jin Cheng's thoughts, and wanted to ask something, but he really couldn't think of anything to say, and said after half a sound: "Since the general has decided, the subordinates have no opinion." ”

The sun was about to set on the mountain, and at the end of the distant world, clusters of fiery red clouds dyed half of the sky red. A goshawk fluttered its wings, broke through the wisps of clouds and mist, and with a long roar, it echoed in the mountains, and flew towards the distant sunset, gradually moving away.

After the entire kamikaze army had dealt with the aftermath of the village, they all left with neat steps, and several red flags with golden silk threads embroidered with the word wind became more and more red under the reflection of the setting sun, red like the blood dripping from the steel knife in the hand of the little boy just now.