"Whew......"

In the distance, a wolf howled, green points of light loomed in the night, vultures hovered in the sky, and finally landed outside the tribe on the red willow branches with carefully tended wings.

The wolves on the Gobi Desert are the most sensitive animals to the smell of blood,

The vulture was once considered by the barbarians to be the messenger of death,

Symbolizes ominousness, pain, sickness, calamity......

When the two come together,

There is only one possibility,

There will be a lot of corpses, many, many......

It's too many to count.

"Those who are not of my race will have different hearts. ”

This kind of thinking is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people in the border areas.

At least everyone in the Beiliang Iron Rider present thought so in their hearts, so when the horse's hooves stepped down, the knife fell, and the iron halberd penetrated, there was no hesitation.

Killing someone is as simple as eating and drinking,

Xu Xian understood this truth as soon as he came to this world,

Human life is worthless, really worthless,

Like Kusaosuke, it can be easily trampled.

Dealing with barbarians,

There is no difference in dealing with the old, weak, sick and disabled in the barbarian tribe

There will be no change because of crying and begging for mercy,

Tears and pity do not mean the slightest in war,

Xu Xian didn't want to change all this, after all, this is the Gobi, there is no Geneva Convention, no Red Cross, and no various war protection regulations.

Well, maybe someone will stand on the moral high ground and scold and question loudly.

The pedantic Confucianism would say,

"The barbarian ignorance needs to be educated, and Confucian ideas can be used to make them understand that etiquette, righteousness and shame can be killed, slaughtered, it will not work, this is a butcher, this is against etiquette, righteousness and benevolence!"

If there is a Master in this world,

Probably the coffin board won't be able to hold it down,

You must know that the Master has a book in one hand and a sword in the other.

With thousands of disciples, people who traveled around the nations!

How to repay virtue with virtue?

This is to repay virtue with virtue and repay grievances with straightforwardness.

Thinking is distorted and distorted, how can the real Confucianism be so weak, maybe everything is needed for rule, right?

Tampered with beyond recognition.

......

The eminent monks who are compassionate will say,

"The Buddha said that all beings are equal. ”

But when the barbarian iron cavalry went south to slaughter my people in Liangzhou, why didn't you see my Buddha?

In troubled times, close the mountain gate to avoid trouble,

The prosperous world opened the mountain gate and received incense,

Xu Xian doesn't know if there are real monks in this world, maybe there will be, but it is by no means those monks in Daqing who have been contaminated with copper odor and have fat heads and big ears.

Many of the teachings of Buddhism are good,

It is also right to lead people to goodness,

The only fault is this group of great monks who are sanctimonious under the slogan of Buddhism.

The nights in the Gobi Desert are cold,

The temperature difference between day and night can reach more than 40 degrees,

In the Tuoba tribe,

There was a sword that lit up, and blood spurted out,

Xu Xian couldn't remember how many people he had killed, his heart was already numb, he just stabbed straight out, retracted, stabbed out again, and the cycle repeated.

There seems to be no end in sight, because there are still many people,

And all who could wield weapons were slain.

The rest are naturally unarmed.

The sword in Xu Xian's hand stabbed the unarmed man.

The brute was dead, all the wounds were on the front, not a single wound was in the back, that is to say, everyone died on the way to the charge, and not one retreated.

This made Xu Xian's heart colder than the night in the Gobi.

"Your Highness, rest for a while. ”

I don't know when Ma Youliang came to Xu Xian's side and yelled.

Xu Xian still didn't react, this time he didn't use any skills, and more intuitively experienced the scene where the sword pierced his throat and blood splashed.

Kill with skills,

There is an essential difference between killing oneself and killing oneself.

This scene has been repeated many times,

It's like a movie that's constantly playing back,

Xu Xian knew that there were some things he had to experience, he needed a tough heart more than that peerless martial arts, and the strong were always strong from the inside out.

Killing people doesn't make him strong,

may make him more resilient,

"Your Highness!"

Ma Youliang opened the water bladder, and cold cold water poured from the top of his head.

"Uncle Ma?"

"Your Highness, you're tired!"

Ma Youliang's tone was very solemn, he had long passed the age of seventeen or eighteen years old His Royal Highness, coupled with the iron-blooded life in the army for many years, so that he did not have the slightest wave in his heart, in his eyes, there were only enemies on the battlefield, no women and children.

And His Highness is different, although he knows this truth,

But I haven't put this into practice yet.

But it's too much.

"Am I tired?"

Xu Xian looked at the corpses of barbarians everywhere, the entire inner lining was almost completely stained red with blood, and even blood continued to drip down, looking down at the stunned sword in his hand, the sword body was still clear and watery.

"Uncle Ma, there are some hurdles that you have to pass. ”

Xu Xian pulled away Ma Youliang's hand and continued to move forward.

Yan Shisan nodded at Ma Youliang to indicate that it was okay, he had been by Xu Xian's side during this time.

"That's it, Your Highness has grown up. ”

Ma Youliang sat on the ground and took out a dry tobacco, took a puff hard, and looked at Xu Xian's back with some sighs and relief.

"If Uncle Zhu is here, he must be very happy, because there are countless people who can be killed, but I don't know why I really can't be happy. ”

Xu Xian muttered softly, but his steps still didn't stop.

At the beginning of the day,

Walking to the high slope, the stinging sword in his hand pierced straight into the ground, and the whole person could no longer support it and collapsed to the ground, with blood oozing out of his body.

"Your Highness, ......"

"No problem. ”

"Uncle Ma, give me a bite. ”

Ma Youliang was stunned, shook his head with a wry smile and handed over the cigarette stick in his hand, it seemed that his worries were still unnecessary.

Xu Xian didn't dislike it, and took a deep breath,

The smoke of dry smoke is very spicy in the throat,

Xu Xian still didn't spit it out, swallowed it into his lungs,

Some nausea, want to throw up,

subsequently

I just feel a little dizzy and fluttering,

But it's a pretty good feeling.

In the past, I saw Uncle Ma swallowing clouds and spitting fog, but I just thought it was funny, but now I try it myself, I am afraid that there will be another old smoking gun in the Liangzhou army in the future.

"Hoo ......"

The smoke spits out far away like a long dragon,

Hand back the cigarette stick, look down, the Liangzhou Iron Cavalry is cleaning the battlefield, the arrows shot must be recovered, the lost knife soldiers must be recovered, and the corpses of companions must be taken away.

The cold moonlight fell, the long knife on his waist was still dripping with blood, the neighing of horses could be seen everywhere, and the Liangzhou soldiers were methodically wandering among the corpses.

"The horse is new across the white jade saddle, and the moonlight is cold on the battlefield. ”

"The sound of the iron drum at the head of the city is still shaking, and the blood of the golden knife in the box has not dried up. ”

Xu Xian looked up and inexplicably remembered the second part of "Out of the Stopper", and read it lightly.

At the beginning of the day,

The cleaning of the battlefield has come to an end, and the bodies of all the Liangzhou soldiers have been cremated and put into boxes.

The ancients paid attention to the soul returning to their hometown, and Liangzhou was not exempt from vulgarity.

However, when the war is outside, everything can only be simple.

At the end of the day,

The sky is dawning, and there is a glimmer of light on the horizon,

The army departed, and puffed up puffs of smoke and dust,

On the high slope, the wolf king raised his head to the sky and roared,

Wolves emerge from all corners, and they are also guests at the feast.

The vultures in the red willow trees have taken care of their wings, just like the gentleman ready for a banquet has put on his suit and bow tie and is dressed up for this feast.