Zheng Haoran was dressed in fresh clothes and angry horses, like a teenager, smiling, humming a little song, kicking the horse's hooves, and walking back to the barracks.

The dazzling sunlight that greeted you.

And in the daylight, a piece of bright armor.

Zheng Haoran was stunned.

He hasn't issued a military order yet.

Da-da-da-da.

"Thirty years,"

Lao Li led the old horse who had been with him for almost ten years, wearing armor and a battle helmet, and came to Zheng Haoran.

"Lao Zheng, I have been a soldier for thirty years, and I am an old bastard, and I have become your deputy general. In the blink of an eye, you're taller than us. ”

Lao Li's rickety back straightened a little.

Before the whole army ate wolf meat last night, Zheng Haoran and Lao Li's analysis in the military camp made Lao Li understand what they were about to face.

Zheng Haoran looked at Lao Li with a complicated expression and took a deep breath.

He lifted his head, letting the tears that had almost slipped out of his eyes fall back into his eyes.

Lao Li smiled, patted the horse's buttocks gently, and behaved like touching his lover's cheeks.

"After 30 years of mixing, I can finally fight a tough battle."

Lao Li winked at Zheng Haoran: "Lao Zheng, do you think my father is stupid?" ”

Zheng Haoran's eyes narrowed, he knew what Lao Li wanted to say.

"When I was a child, the old man hoped that I would have a future when I grew up, so I asked the master to approve my life and name me Li Weiguo. Later, he served and became a soldier, and his father beat his chest and scolded the blind fortune teller thousands of times, saying that he knew today, and he didn't take this broken name when he was killed. ”

"He said, it's still my cousin 'Li Da Hammer' who has a good life, and he took advantage of the chaos to run away and become a rogue, with a big bowl of wine and meat, and a chic life."

"Later, I learned to be obedient and named my stupid son 'Li Dafu', look, how festive it sounds, and when I hear it, I can't go to the battlefield."

A small soldier came to Lao Li's side with a heavy armor piece.

Zheng Haoran was silent and opened his arms.

Click, click, click.

Lao Li personally put on armor for Zheng Haoran, which is also what Lao Li has been doing for Zheng Haoran since he became Zheng Haoran's deputy general.

Lao Li carefully put on armor for Zheng Haoran, and after a while, Zheng Haoran was ready to go, and the polished stirrup armor shone in the sunlight.

"The last general, please die!"

Poof!

Lao Li gritted his teeth, pulled down his armor, his voice was cold, like a knife scraping on a cold rock, he knelt down on one knee with his fists clenched, and the sound spread throughout the barracks.

In the barracks, there are only more than 800 people still alive, but these more than 800 people are holding high swords, spears and iron shields at the same time, and let out a shout that seems to be only available to tens of thousands of people.

"Humble duty, please die!"

Li Weiguo: "Swear to defend the territory!" ”

The whole army: "Defend the territory!" ”

Li Weiguo: "Kill it!" ”

The whole army: "Kill it!" ”

Li Weiguo: "Step through the Bagna Mountain!" ”

The whole army: "Break through Mount Bagna!" ”

Li Weiguo: "If you don't break the Northern Barbarians, you won't pay it back!" ”

The whole army: "If you don't break the Northern Barbarians, you won't return it!" ”

Li Weiguo: "The ticket is big!" ”

The whole army: "The ticket is big!" ”

Li Weiguo: "his uncle! ”

The whole army: "his uncle!" ”

The whole army burst into laughter.

The corners of Zheng Haoran's eyes were moist, and he slowly pulled down the tiger-shaped armor.

Under the shouts of the deputy general Li Weiguo, Zheng Jiajun's morale rose layer by layer and climbed to the peak.

Zheng Haoran looked in amazement as in the vast snow, above the heads of the eight hundred and twenty-five members of the Zheng family's army, a column of blood-red airflow faintly rushed out, and the blood-red airflow circled and converged above the military formation, gradually converging into a vision of a tiger dormant.

Lao Li and the others didn't seem to be able to see the "morale" of the tiger.

It is the first time for Zheng Haoran himself to see the embodiment of the name "morale" so clearly.

Poof.

A strange sound sounded in Zheng Haoran's ears, babbling - he was in a trance, as if he had come to a strange space.

He looked around blankly, and on the endless battlefield, two huge red crescents hung in the blood-colored sky. Around the crescent, there are huge "gears" turning.

Mountains and rivers, like still curtains, hang upside down between the blood moon and the gears.

On the endless plain, corpses were stacked, armor was stained with blood, and a dazzling array of broken and rusty weapons were like a sea of weapons, messily inserted on the plain. The stacked corpses were like hills, and the broken blades stuck upside down were like crooked trees.

"This is ......"

Zheng Haoran closed his eyes and came here, he didn't know why he came here, he instinctively felt that he should belong here.

Time on the battlefield seemed to stand still, there was no wind, no sound, and it was eerily quiet.

The stacked corpses branched off into a narrow path, and Zheng Haoran walked forward along the empty path of the corpses as if he were sleepwalking.

I don't know how long he walked, but he wandered around the battlefield with a dry mouth, like a ghost.

Finally, he saw a door.

A blood-drenched door stained with fresh pieces of meat and broken bones.

As Zheng Haoran approached, the door opened a gap on its own.

There was a gentle and gentle call from within.

Zheng Haoran couldn't hear what the people behind the door were saying.

Rustling, like a midnight dream, and the vague dreams of the people on the pillow are like whispers.

"It's a spring peach."

Zheng Haoran smiled happily, pushed open the door, and walked in.

……

When Zheng Haoran opened his eyes again.

He walked through the door for a long, long, long time.

It's just a blink of an eye.

At this moment, a pitch-black raven flew towards this direction from a distance.

Zheng Haoran casually picked up a stone at his feet and shot it with his fingers.

The raven was shattered in mid-air, its feathers scattered, and it fell as minced flesh.

Zheng Haoran picked up Li Weiguo, was silent for a moment, and said in an extremely calm tone: "I, Zheng Haoran, am not a good general. ”

Li Weiguo grinned: "Who are you not?" Who said you weren't, I, Li Weiguo, was the first to be anxious with him! ”

"I promise to take you back."

Lao Li shook his head: "It's better than starving to death and freezing to death on the road." I've just sharpened my knife, at least kill two, and I won't lose. ”

Zheng Haoran sighed in a low voice: "I'm not a good father either. ”

Lao Li was stunned.

"In the world, how can a good father cheat on his son?"

Lao Li shook his head vigorously: "Why can't you deceive?" Like the great fortune of my family, I stupidly have to say that when I grow up, I will be like my father to protect my family and defend the country. I scolded him, I said you fart, how can you study and become an official to protect your family and defend the country? ”

Zheng Haoran heard that it made sense: "Yes." ”

The two looked at each other and laughed.

"The whole army - listen to orders!"

Zheng Haoran turned over and got on the horse, the long knife was on the side, the wind was bleak, the red tassels were blowing, and the silence was silent.

"If you don't break the North Barbarian, you won't pay it back!"

The whole army: "If you don't break the Northern Barbarians, you won't return it!" ”

"Kill!"

Eight hundred and twenty-five people, plus Zheng Haoran, a total of eight hundred and twenty-six people, entered the canyon.

Zheng Haoran knew that he couldn't retreat, even before his son's showdown, he didn't think about retreating.

The wolf king pretended to retreat on other fronts, but in fact, he dispatched troops to fight to the death with himself. He won, and behind him was an empty river and mountain, and the Northern Barbarian army would drive straight into the homes of the common people.

Zheng Haoran remembered the old man who hid under the cloak all day long, hiding his head and tail.

No wonder from the first time they met, he felt that the person was uncomfortable for him.

Men who don't dare to bother with him are not good men.

Zheng Haoran recognized this reason for death.

So from the very beginning, he felt that the national teacher was not a good thing.

From the child's words, Zheng Haoran understood that the national teacher turned out to be the child's mortal enemy in the future.

"If you want my life, I will give it to you."

"Anyway, Lao Tzu knows that you won't be able to get benefits in front of my son in the future."

"Today's revenge, my son has avenged, no regrets!"

What Zheng Xiu didn't know all along was what Zheng Haoran understood from Zheng Xiu's fist.

It is "hesitation".

From the very beginning, Zheng Haoran knew that what Zheng Xiu said about "fake death and rebirth" was false.

He's going to die here.

Zheng Haoran understood this.

The son is doing well in the future.

He understood the matter.

The son started from scratch, married a daughter-in-law, became the richest man, and became a prince.

Because, his death.

Zheng Haoran didn't know what the "butterfly effect" was, let alone the so-called "influence of the world line", or "what stone and what door", and the beastly man's intuition made him understand this matter.

He must accept his own death in order for his son to have a good life in the future.

There was a whirring wind in my ears.

An anxious and frustrated gaze focused behind him.

He knew his son was watching him.

The canyon was crowded with barbarians.

Armed with a spear, a shield soldier in front, and an iron bucket.

Zheng Haoran let out a long roar, and his left hand flicked in the void.

Ruhong's morale instantly gathered in Zheng Haoran's hands, turning into an invisible blade to harvest the lives of the barbarians in front of him.

Now.

In the eyes of the barbarians, Zheng Haoran, who is dressed in armor and has a fierce tiger-like face, is like the "big demon" in their childhood story.

With a wave of his hand, countless heads fell to the ground, and blood stained the snowfield.

"Ghost!"

"Hell!"

Kill ten people in one step, leave no merit and fame!

Zheng Haoran's war horse almost didn't stop stepping over the corpse.

He wielded a knife, and the knife was wrapped with morale, like an invincible god of war.

Not to mention that no one can stop his knife, Zheng Haoran at this moment is like a god of war possessed, even if it is a shield soldier with heavy armor, the armor on their bodies is like paper paste, easily torn apart, and in the blink of an eye, Zheng Haoran was dismembered, and a few pieces were removed.

Distance.

Zheng Xiu, Feng Bei, and the monk stood far away.

The monk watched dumbfounded, and the eight hundred and twenty-five people led by Zheng Haoran rushed into the canyon like a torrent, invincible.

Every step he takes, as if he is walking the word "invincible".

Feng Bei gently hugged Zheng Xiu from behind Zheng Xiu.

Zheng Xiu's body was trembling.

"My dad lied to me."

Zheng Xiu's voice was low: "He lied to me, that old man doesn't cultivate, I was fooled by him, big fool, old fool, how can you deceive your son!" How can you open your mouth and come! ”

Feng Bei hugged Zheng Xiu, his arms getting tighter and tighter.

A sneer rang out in her ear.

……

"If you lie to him, let's lie to him too, right?"

It was the sound of the "Chelo River".

"Didn't you tell him that Dad and you had already conspired?"

"Shut up."

"Hehe, he's always in the dark."

"Two hundred years ago, you lied to him, pretended to be me, and became a husband and wife for ten years."

"At this point, you're still lying to him."

"How long do you want to lie to him?"

"If he knew that 'you' killed his father, guess what he would think of you?" 、

"You...... Shut up. ”

"Shut up."

……

Not a few days ago.

in the military tent.

Zheng Haoran is in the same place as Fengbei.

"Your hands."

Zheng Haoran kept a straight face and asked Feng Bei to take off his gloves.

Feng Bei's hands were almost transparent and looming in the light, as if they would disappear at any time.

"I see."

That night, even if Fengbei didn't say it, Zheng Haoran vaguely understood that they had returned to twenty years ago not to change anything.

"It's just that my son wants to see his father, that's all."

"If you see it, you will see it."

"My stupid son is, easy-going, smiling, but he is more stubborn than anyone else."

"Back then, I thought that when I was looking for a daughter-in-law in the future, I had to find someone who could beat him all over the ground to find teeth, so that I could suppress him."

"Seeing you, the old man is relieved."

"When you go back, remember to tell my stupid son,"

"Ahem, that's what you said."

Zheng Haoran had a calm face, temporarily regarded Fengbei as Zheng Xiu, and scolded in an angry tone: "You stupid son, Lao Tzu slept well in the Zheng family ancestral hall, the incense is more fragrant, and Lao Tzu is full!" So let him not always want to toss the west and toss the east, and pull Lao Tzu out of the grave! If Lao Tzu really comes back to life, the first thing is to serve the family law, hang it up and beat it! ”

"Daughter-in-law, Feng'er, you remember to tell him like this, it's really not good, beat him to death, wake him up."

"At home, the world is big, the lord is the biggest, you have to listen to me."

"Lao Tzu is not dead now, you will listen to him when he is dead."

……

"There's another way!"

Zheng Xiu looked at the torrent of war horses in the sunlight, gritted his teeth and muttered to himself:

"There's another way!"

"I'm resistant to Changyan!"

At this moment, Zheng Xiu didn't notice it himself, the blue tendons on his forehead appeared, his eyes were round, and his expression was a little demonic and hideous.

"I draw the ground as a prison!"

"I have a glass body!"

"Twenty years ago, I was able to drag you out of Chang Yan with the incarnation of 'Zheng Shan'!"

"Today, I can too!"

"I just have to make everyone think 'Daddy' is dead! Everything is ready and it works! ”

"Such a number of human souls will definitely blast open the barrier of Chang Yan and cause a change!"

"At that time, I will be daddy...... Pull it out! ”

"As long as everyone is dead, no one will know what happened today!"

"As long as Daddy survives......"

"Lao Li, I'm sorry!"

"I can't change the 'annihilation' thing! I can only secretly let my dad survive! ”

……

At this moment, Zheng Haoran was wrapped in a rich blood qi.

The dead corpses, in the torrent of war horse charges, were swept up by the fierce wind beside them and tore in the canyon.

Blood rains down, flesh and bones fall, what a terrifying purgatory on earth!

Zheng Haoran seemed to have become the center of everything, and the torn flesh and blood floated strangely beside him. Led by Zheng Haoran, the eight hundred and twenty-five people behind him seemed to have become an invincible beast on the battlefield, and an unstoppable torrent of flesh and blood.

"Hell!"

"Ahhhhh

Zheng Haoran seems to have become a powerful ghost on the battlefield at this moment.

The barbarians only saw the fierce light shining from under his tiger-shaped armor, and they were so frightened that they threw away their armor and formed an army.

Scared!

Before Zheng Haoran charged, no one could have expected that the 50,000 army on the barbarian's side could be on a battlefield of this level, like a heavy hammer falling, sounding the sound of victory!

Even if reason tells them that no matter how terrifying Zheng Haoran is, he is just a person, he is just a person!

But the barbarians who fled frantically seemed to have a voice in their hearts, as if a terrible shadow was entrenched. They lost their will to fight, they lost their souls, they threw away their weapons, fled out of the canyon, and fled back to the wasteland.

The power of one person!

Can be an army!

Behind the military formation, the wolf king looked at the collapsed formation in front of him, and his eyes were scattered.

"No way, this can't be."

After closing his eyes for a moment, the wolf king's sloppy gaze refocused, and he looked disappointedly at the fleeing barbarian soldiers, this was the army he was once proud of, but just one charge made the strength of his proud army a pale number.

"If you are mine, if you are mine......"

The Wolf King stood up and waved his hand.

"Beat the 'Night Drum'!"

Beside him, the bugleman who was already sitting on the ground in fright looked up blankly.

The wolf king was furious, and reached out to break the neck of the trumpeter.

Click.

It wasn't until he killed three trumpeters that the fourth hurriedly blew the horn.

Knock knock knock!

Behind the army, stood a group of ragged, scruffy "witches" wearing white bone masks, like savages.

When they heard the horn, they lifted the fur stalks, revealing a delicate drum on their waists, a blood-red drum all over their bodies—a human skin drum!

Human skin is painted, human bones are framed, and human blood is soaked for 9981 days before it can be made of human skin and bones!

In the Northern Barbarians, there is no shortage of dead people, so there is no shortage of "human skin drums".

The small drum beat made a dull sound, as rapid as rain, and it was heard thousands of miles in an instant.

It was dark.

It only took a few breaths to make the sky that had just sunrise like layers of dyeing.

In the blink of an eye, it became night!

A red full moon, a round blood moon, rose silently!