The cold wind blows, and the snow whines.

An iron bow was in his hand, the string was tight, and a sentry turned into a ranger archer.

The soldier was only eighteen years old, and he saw a slightly immature-looking, somewhat cute face that was blown red by the wind and snow, and the rough skin on his face was slightly cracked by the winter wind, which seemed to be a cold wind that had been blowing for a long time.

"After looking for you for three days and four nights, I finally appeared. ”

The soldier pulled the bowstring tightly, then skillfully tied it with his backhand, tied it to both ends of the bow, and a complete bow appeared in his hand.

He quickly drew a feathered arrow from the quiver hanging on his horse's back, the arrow was a very clean silver, and the shaft of the arrow was made of black wood like carbon, which looked extremely hard.

Shoot the arrow, draw the bow.

The bowstring was very tight by him, this is definitely a strong bow, I don't know how much strength it takes to pull, even the men in the carriage don't specify that they can pull this bow.

But the immature young soldier pulled away, not only wide, but also the whole distance of the arrow. He didn't see him aiming at his prey like a normal person, he just pulled the bowstring full and immediately released the two fingers that caught the feathers of the arrow.

A feathered arrow flew towards the distant demon in the echo of "buzzing", probably because it was too fast, and the arrow cut a faint and invisible white mark in the cold wind.

The distance between the demons was more than 800 meters away, and ordinary bows and arrows could not shoot so far, let alone shoot or even penetrate the demon armor and shoot those demons, and the man in the car felt that even with this strong bow, it would be difficult to do such an incredible thing.

But the young soldier did not pay attention to the outcome of the feathered arrow, as if he knew that he would definitely shoot, and his hand continued to move, and he quickly pulled the bow and arrows again, and then quickly let go of the bowstring after pulling the whole arrow, and then quickly let go of his hand, which was the same as when he shot the last arrow, and even the movements and pauses were exactly the same.

The young soldier opened his bow and arrows very fast, and ordinary people couldn't do it, let alone such a strong bow, but he did it.

After firing five arrows in a row, the boy finally stopped, his right hand drooped slightly, and he looked up into the distance to look at the five arrows he had shot.

It was only a few breaths to shoot five arrows, and I saw that the previous arrow was straight into the body of a demon, like a snow rabbit, and the magic armor on the body did not have any effect.

Then came the second, third, fourth, and fifth, and the remaining four followed the first, each of which was shot at a demon with great precision, and all of them were the same as the first arrow, as if the demonic armor on those demons was a layer of tissue paper.

Before the six-headed demon could get close, five of them fell as they ran, turning into clusters of purple fire.

In this way, there is only one demon left.

"The bow was opened too quickly and reluctantly, and my arm was strained"

The young soldier picked up a feathered arrow again, and tried to pull the iron bow again, but the muscles of his arm and palm had been seriously damaged by the five consecutive shots, and it was a little difficult to draw a feather arrow from the quiver, so how could he shoot this last arrow again?

The young soldier put the feather arrow back into the quiver with some regret, and the feather arrow that had been put back had a trail of blood on it, which had been left on his finger that had been cut by the bowstring.

The man in the car, as a former pioneer, naturally knew that although the young soldier seemed to be fine, he was already seriously injured at this time, and his entire right arm was afraid that he would not be able to move again in a few minutes.

So the man smiled bitterly, shook his head, and was about to jump out of the car with the scimitar, stop the demon by himself, and then let the young soldier flee with his wife and children on his war horse.

Even the bold words he was going to say after jumping out of the car had already been thought about, but before he could get out of the car door, he was stopped by a person.

His wife looked at him from the wheel, naturally it was not his wife who was pulling at his clothes, then only the genius son who had been ignored because of the tense atmosphere just now.

That genius who is only more than three months old and can talk and stand!

When the man turned around, he saw his son pulling at his clothes with his fat little hands, and he didn't have time to think about why his son was so strong, thinking that his son might know that he was going to die to beg for the safety of their mother and son, so his son was reluctant to give up.

Thinking of this, the man felt sad in his heart. My son, who is only more than three months old, is about to say goodbye forever, how pitiful and miserable!

In just an instant, the man's eyes turned red, and crystal tears kept rolling in his eyes.

"Don't make a fuss, bring the knife. ”

Before the man could cry, the little doll standing in the bassinet stretched out his other hand and said, the milky voice and the old-fashioned words made this scene a little funny.

But the man didn't think it was funny, he was stunned for a moment, he couldn't react for a while, and asked a little confused: "Milk baby, do you take a knife Gahazi?"

I saw the little doll wrinkle his cute little nose, and a faint sound came out of his nose to express helplessness, and he jumped suddenly with a small bone knife in his hand.

Eight hundred meters away is only a few tens of seconds and less than a minute away for a monster, only to see the young soldier riding a horse in front of the carriage, holding a short sword in his left hand, squinting his eyes, staring closely at the demon jumping in the air in front of him, his legs tightly clamped the horse's belly, gently shaking his legs that clamped the horse's belly, his right hand can no longer move, and only in this way can he pacify his war horse.

The demon is very fast, but the young soldier can see it clearly, but the strength of his left hand is not enough, and the young soldier also knows that he may be very tragic if he goes down this sword, but he will definitely die.

The snow-white war horse under him snorted softly, and the demon came.

His sword couldn't go down because the demon couldn't pounce from the air in front of him.

Just now, when the demon jumped a few meters in front of him and wanted to pounce on him from a high altitude, a small doll the size of a baby flew over, holding something the size of a wooden stick in his hand.

And it was really that stick-like thing that stuck a demon to death.

Astound!

The three people around watched the little doll stick the demon to death, and in addition to the shock, they probably only felt that they were dreaming.

The little doll rolled over from the air and fell to the ground, and a pair of little feet without shoes sank deep into the snow, and a pair of legs almost sank into the snow.

Who knew that the little doll was picked up by his mother before he could pull out of the snow, and then hugged tightly in his arms, and a pair of cold little feet were also carried into her chest, and the little doll hurriedly put the bone knife in her hand into the sheath, so as not to accidentally scratch her mother.

When the little doll is just a month old, it will often be held by its mother like this, because his lactation period has not passed, so now it will need to be held by the mother for breastfeeding, and the little doll is not strange.

However, the mother's speed was very fast, which made the little doll feel a little inexplicably moved, so that he involuntarily scolded himself in the bottom of his heart for not making a profit.

"Baby, why are you so fierce! Those are man-eating ghosts, don't provoke them!"

I felt that my mother was holding herself tightly while scolding with tears, and the little doll's heart was a little warm. In this embrace, it is much warmer than the sun in the winter wind.

The little doll pressed her face against her mother's clothes, and her cute face couldn't help but rub the smooth hair on her mother's furry clothes.

"Stinky boy, you dare to pull your father!

Suddenly, the little doll felt a buzzing in her ears, and she didn't know why her father was so angry, and there was a roar of anger in her ears.

Seeing the appearance of the three of them "happy", the young soldier also let go of a tightly hanging heart in his heart.

"This little baby is your child?"

The young soldier turned around with the reins in his left hand, and the surprise and curiosity in his words were undisguised.

"Milk baby, more than three months, just to give birth to him, I fell into the herding team, I didn't expect to be able to speak!" I saw the man say excitedly to the young soldier, and said to the son in his wife's arms: "Cub, call your old son daddy, come, call daddy quickly." ”

The woman holding the little doll was also very happy, and hurriedly echoed and said, "Baby, call Daddy!"

I saw the little doll raise her face, look at her mother, pout, push her hands, and kick her feet at the same time, and he broke free from his mother's arms.

The snow was cold and biting, but the little doll was not afraid at all, and her bare feet stepped in the snow step by step in the direction of the carriage.

The woman was pushed back by the little doll, and for a moment, the three people outside the carriage looked at each other, and they couldn't help but be a little embarrassed.

"By the way, Dad, your surname is Wu, I can't have your surname Wu, although you are my father. ”

Just when several people were embarrassed, the little doll jumped out of the carriage wearing a pair of small wool boots, and said to the man while arranging the hair of the animal skin coat on his head.

The man was stunned, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"Come down. ”

The little doll walked straight in front of the young soldier, patted the young soldier's war horse gently, and was not afraid that the war horse would kick him away.

The young soldier looked puzzled, but he still turned over and dismounted, and came to the little doll.

"Hand, give it to me. The little doll looked at the young soldier's right hand.

The old-fashioned appearance made the three of them a little uncomfortable, and no one who looked like this should have appeared on a child who was only more than three months old.

Although the young soldier felt that something was not quite right, he still carefully stretched out his wounded right hand to the little doll.

The muscles in his shoulders were almost torn, and as long as he moved, he felt a pain in his heart.

"It's not just the muscles, it's the muscles and bones, your bowstring is too tight, and the bow can't be bent, and you shoot an arrow like this, you shoot with your life. ”

I saw that the palm of the right hand handed out by the young soldier was already a black and purple bruise, and there was a deep wound on the inner joint of the middle index finger at different positions, and the animal skin wrench on the hand was cut in half, even if there was a blood scab slightly condensed and scabbed at the wound, but I could still see that the wound was still slowly oozing blood, and in the ice and snow, the blood was about to form a fine blood scab and fell on the snow.

The little doll stretched out her little hand and held the rough palm of the young soldier with one hand, and a green light suddenly lit up from his palm, and everyone was stunned and didn't know what to say.

I saw that the bruised and swollen hands of the young soldier gradually disappeared, and even the two wounds on his fingers that were still oozing blood stopped hurting after a slight itch.

The green light faded, and it was unharmed.