The city gate guards trembled, where had they seen such a scene, they were already so frightened that their faces were bloodless, and they heard the general's order, and hurriedly wanted to open the city gate that had just been closed.

"I see who dares! Someone, take this old horseman down for me! ”

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The old woodcutter looked back, and several people drove their horses to crash into the armor soldiers, all of them were in extraordinary armor, and they must be generals in the army.

The old woodcutter sighed, knowing that the general trend had gone, and took advantage of the fact that the surrounding armor soldiers did not react, directly crashed into the crowd and drove the horse towards the city wall.

"Is Shi Lan afraid?" The old woodcutter said to the little man in his arms.

Shi Lan's head has been pressed in his arms by the old woodcutter's hand, he doesn't want Shi Lan to see such a scene where the world is the enemy, and he doesn't want to stain this pure white paper with the shadow of hatred.

Regardless of whether Shi Lan is human or not, for the old woodcutter, this is the daughter of him and the old grandmother, just a daughter. The old woman finally entrusted her daughter to him, and he should protect it well.

"Don't be afraid. With Grandpa here, Shi Lan is not afraid. The little head rubbed in the old woodcutter's arms, like a kitten.

"It's good not to be afraid, remember what Grandpa said, after leaving the city for a while, keep running and don't look back."

"Well, Shi Lan remembers."

The crimson torrent of steel turned into a long serpent and climbed up the stairs of the city wall, chasing after its prey.

The sonorous sound of the armor piece is getting closer and closer, and the old woodcutter has half a minute of hesitation, the moment the horse's hooves step on the city wall, the old woodcutter swings his knife and slaps the horse's stock, the war horse neighs, and rushes forward madly, and the perennial training makes it not care whether the front is dangerous or not, and jumps forward, and flies out of the city wall when the long snake is about to bite.

The cool wind was full of the breath of life, Shi Lan looked sideways outside, the long-lost world was dressed in gold, and there were golden ears of wheat everywhere. This is the late autumn of the human world, the late autumn that Shi Lan has never seen.

Dalin City is located in a remote mountain forest area, it is a small mountain city of not very important, so the city walls are not high, but even a strong adult jumps down, there is a risk of breaking his leg. The old woodcutter can't manage so much anymore, if he doesn't jump, he will die.

"Shi Lan, hurry up."

The old woodcutter let go of the hands that were holding the reins and holding Shi Lan, grasped the saddle tightly, and with the strength of a slight weightlessness, he easily squatted on the horse's back, ready to attack, like a tiger about to pounce.

The sharp sound of breaking the air came from far and near, and Shi Lan saw the arrows reflecting the sun's brilliance through the gap in the old woodcutter's armpit, dazzling like flames.

Shi Lan didn't know what it was, but he just watched as the arrow flew and pierced the horse's stock.

The war horse neighed, and the trembling body threw out the old woodcutter and Shi Lan.

The old woodcutter reached out and took Shi Lan back into his arms, leaving only one hand to hang from the saddle to maintain a falling position.

"Shi Lan, live well." With a whisper in the breeze, the old man curled up, holding up the last barrier for the life in his arms.

Maybe it was because of the wind, which took away the warmth that should have emanated from the embrace, and Shi Lan felt very cold, like the cold of the hand holding Grandma on that rainy night.

"Don't."

Like the whisper of an elf, only the old man could hear the crying voice, but he couldn't respond anymore, only one last glance at the sky, he felt a huge force coming from behind him, and he lost consciousness.

The air was forcibly squeezed out, and the branches and leaves turned into light, extending out of Shi Lan's hair, devouring the old woodcutter and the war horse in an instant, and when it touched the ground, it wound into a round ball, bounced on the ground, and then rolled more than ten meters before stopping.

The sound of the armor grinding gradually disappeared, and all the armor soldiers who went up to the city stared blankly at the ball made of tangled branches that suddenly appeared under the city, and no one dared to make a sound, they were all quietly watching the changes.

After only a dozen breaths, the sound of salsa came from the ball, and countless branches and leaves were like snakes moving, retracting, revealing an old man and a war horse.

The war horse felt that the restraint was loosening, and immediately struggled to get up, just a branch that had not been withdrawn was wrapped around the saddle, and when he got up, he pulled out Shi Lan in the old woodcutter's arms and hung it on the side of the war horse.

Shi Lan shook his hands and feet blankly, but he couldn't break free.

Seeing this scene, everyone in the city took a breath, and I don't know who shouted "monster", and the panic spread instantly, and they fled to the city one after another, crowded with the unknown armor soldiers under the city.

"Silence!" A general at the head of the city tried to maintain order, but the chaotic and noisy crowd could hear him, and they were still crowded together.

"Fight against this gang of killers, beat the snare drum."

"Yes, Captain." The pro-soldier promised.

The sound of the drums sounded from the top of the city, and the warriors who heard the drums slowly subsided.

The sound of drums rang out, startling the birds in the woods in the distance.

The old woodcutter slowly opened his eyes, his heartbeat gradually kept up with the rhythm of the drums, the boiling blood rushed in his chest, and for a moment it seemed to return to the past eventful years, he knew that it was time to step forward and charge, but he couldn't lift his hands and feet.

What's wrong with me?

A fire spread all around, and the whole city burned.

Ah, Pingyao City, remember, I stopped the people who caught up and killed them, six, seven, or eight? I don't remember, but I pulled so many pads on my back when I was dying, and it was worth it, so the brothers should be able to escape now.

I'm so tired, it turns out that when I died, it was like this.

"Brother, get up, this is not the place for you to lie down."

In the haze, the old woodcutter saw a familiar figure stretching out a hand to him, but his wriggling lips couldn't shout the two words in his heart.

Eldest brother!

"Get up for me before you die, the brothers are still waiting for you to take them out."

The voice sounded rude, but it gave people the urge to cry, so the old woodcutter cried.

As soon as the tears fell to the ground, they were scraped by the scales of the general's armor, mixed into mud, and stuck to the armor. The old woodcutter crawled to the broken saber that had fallen not far away, and the moment he grasped the hilt, it seemed that he had grasped the rough but thick palm again.

The drums disappeared, and the old woodcutter stood with his knife.

The general stood on the battlements, drew his knife, and the sonorous sound attracted everyone.

"Soldiers, the monster outside the city has been trapped, so you will follow me to capture and kill this demon and restore peace to the world. Kill! ”

"Kill, kill, kill."

The city gate was opened, flags were lined up, countless armor soldiers surged out, and the bloody wind and blood rain were rushing in the face like a sea tide.

The old woodcutter pressed the straw hat he picked up again on Shi Lan's head, and smiled at the little girl who pursed his lips and wanted to cry.

Yes, Shi Lan knows what crying is, it is the slaughter of autumn, and it is an unhappy emotion that is enough to make the branches and leaves wither.

Countless malices shattered her heart defenses through the earth-shattering killing sound, far more overwhelming than the raging storm.

But the moment he put on the straw hat, even the storm was covered together, and only his face was full of grievances.

"Grandpa." Shi Lan pressed the straw hat with both hands, and all the grievances converged into one word.

"Huh." The old woodcutter finally pinched Shi Lan's cheek, and then drew his knife and slapped the horse's stock.

"Let's go!"

The old man's roar was quickly drowned out by the sound of killing.

The feathered arrows were still stuck in the horse, and every step it took was torment, but it still tried to run forward.

The branches on Shi Lan's head were wrapped around the side of the war horse, like a dragged kite, swinging around because it couldn't withstand the speed of the wind, and it seemed that it might fall down at any time, but he couldn't resist, and the only thing he could do was to press the only remaining straw hat.

In the shaking, occasionally a few times, Shi Lan saw the scene behind.

In the shouting of killing, the old man stood with a knife, facing thousands of troops alone.

In the shouting of killing, the old man raised his knife, but because of his staggering pace, his body tilted slightly, but he still stubbornly moved forward, and the knife swung down.

In the shouting of killing, the old man's back was gone, and only countless iron horsemen were left to follow like a wave.

Shi Lan felt very unhappy, but she didn't know what to do, just like the storm that would always blow off her branches for countless years, she was very unhappy but helpless, just endured it silently, and then waited for the rain to clear.

But the sky won't clear so quickly. The sun's brilliance shimmered again, densely packed, but instead of a sea of light, it was a dark cloud. The rainstorm is coming!

Shi Lan couldn't help shouting: "Horses, be careful! ”

The war horse seemed to understand, and with a neigh, the speed suddenly increased. But it was too late, from the moment humans picked up stone tools as weapons, the beasts were no longer the opponents of humans.

A gust of wind blew, and the ground was full of feathers and arrows, connecting the wheat fields on both sides of the official road.

The war horse swooped forward by inertia, throwing Shi Lan out, and in the air, Shi Lan saw the light in the war horse's eyes gradually disappearing, and finally became as gray as Grandma's eyes.

Shi Lan rolled in the mud after the rain for more than a dozen laps before stopping, and the feather arrows on the ground and on his body were all broken, and he turned into a black little clay figure again.

Every time she tumbled, Shi Lan wanted to hold on to the ground firmly, so she worked hard, dragging out furrows on the ground.

In the tremor of the earth, Shi Lan got up, and after a little trance, he trotted a few steps to catch the straw hat that had been pierced by arrows with a few holes, and put it on his head again.

The war horse was lying in a pool of blood, rippling in circles.

Shi Lan pursed her lips and wanted to walk over, just like she was with her grandmother last night.

But seeing the black wave, Shi Lan was scared, turned around and ran back.

The wind was blowing head-on, Shi Lan pressed the straw hat with one hand and just ran, ran through the wheat field, ran into the woods, and the hustle and bustle of the world suddenly subsided by more than half, just like when he first entered the small village before, but the deeper he was involved in the world, the more embarrassed he became.

Shi Lan ran for a long time in the mountains, and it wasn't until twilight fell that she stopped under a boulder in the mountains and curled up in the shadow of the boulder.

There was no sound of wind, no insects and birds, not even the sound of Shi Lan's own breathing, which he had learned not long ago.

It's been a long time since Shi Lan experienced such a quietness, even if it was supposed to be the quietest night, it was always accompanied by the ups and downs of the old woodcutter's snoring.

Those horrible guys didn't chase after them anymore...... Shi Lan breathed a sigh of relief, and only then did she have the heart to look at her current appearance.

Running all the way, I was dirty, and the clothes on my body had already been torn, and none of them were intact.

Shi Lan was very sad, she liked this dress very much, it was made by her grandmother herself, she was sitting on the stairs at that time, lying on the railing, and Grandma was under the oil lamp, looking at Shi Lan with a needle, and now I still remember it vividly.

But now it's gone, and she doesn't even have a lot of things she likes.

"Shi Lan doesn't understand."

The little girl's voice echoed through the valley, with endless grievances.

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