On the evening of the twenty-seventh day of the lunar month, I don't know where the snow clouds that were tightly covered in the sky above Jianqiao City were blown by the south wind, half of the sunset was blocked by Caixia, and the other half melted the yellow snowflakes that were trampled at the door of the inn, and now it is colder than the snow, look at the posture Those snow clouds will come at night, and tomorrow will be another heavy snowfall.

This morning, the innkeeper also took his daughter-in-law home, and Liu Yi, who closed the door of the inn, roasted the fire in front of the brazier, dozing off, and there was a sound outside the door that was more penetrating than the feather arrows shot out of the horn bow of their cottage, "The older generation said: 'The sunset rises, and there must have been a war two days ago.'" 'Sister-in-law Zhang, hurry up and send a letter to your man, this man, but as long as you know that there is a person at home who cares about him, you will not rush forward stupidly in the war. ”

Liu Yi took down the oil-stained inn and broke down the door to look out, a bunch of men, women and children were stomping their feet on the snow-covered streets to bask in the sun.

There was an old woman who might have added clothes one by one, and she had never taken them off, and asked: "Sister-in-law of the Zhang family, how many winter clothes have you sent?" Our Kaiyang County is in the south of Daqin, and it is so cold, even if it is a man, it can't stand it in the north. ”

I don't know where to find a ball of rags, the Zhang woman is carefully holding the soles of her shoes, and from time to time she takes the hairy shoe needles to grind her sideburns, and she has gray hair, and she does not answer the old man's words.

Whether there is a war in the north or not, it is not the turn of Liu Yi, a shop guy who has never seen a soldier, to worry, but looking at the needle tip rubbing the gray sideburns, Liu Yi felt a little distressed, it turned out that what his father said when he was a child was true, most people are hard-working.

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In this season, there are few counties that are sunny, located in the northwest of Pingshan County, the east of the imperial city, the snow is much thicker than Kaiyang City, the heavy snow does not affect the business of the New Year, all kinds of merchants are selling the streets, and the wide streets are also congested at this time.

The snow was already dirty from repeated trampling, and piles of horse manure were still steaming, and people and livestock kicked them everywhere.

The man who was squeezed into thin mud rubbed his tattered jacket with dirty hands, and his mouth was unforgiving, while scolding.

The child who was still chattering just now must have been kicked by the horse, and he cried heartbreakingly.

Located in the middle of nowhere, the East Imperial City is rarely lively once a year, but this year's excitement has been made even more lively, and the excitement is full of heartbroken sorrows.

In the wide open city gate, twelve horsemen galloped forward, and on the fast horses, soldiers in black armor were like black iron glued to the back of the horse, and the sharp iron spears were already ready to be killed.

The iron-clad war horse galloped more and more bravely, and after the huge momentum knocked the first few people into the air, the castration still did not decrease by half a point.

The back was already a mess, and the front was still bustling, and when the screams from the rear arrived, the front was already a hell on earth.

It lasted for half a stick of incense, and the three cavalrymen who broke the formation pulled the reins hard, and the three war horses that opened the way jumped up with all their might, and fell to both sides, and the cavalry was thrown back fiercely, and fell into the dirty slush with a muffled sound, not knowing whether to live or die.

The other nine horsemen turned a blind eye, the spear sandwiched under their armpits was still forward, the thick armor was already covered with a layer of frost, and the undulation of their bodies was in tune with the pace of the war horse, so as to drive the war horse's momentum unabated.

The blood quickly disappeared into the icy muddy water in the streets ravaged by the cavalry, leaving only a cargo already covered with horse manure and muddy water.

Those who fell to the ground spat out blood foam, and many people were already out of breath and inlet in little, and their eyes gradually lost their brilliance.

The wounded rolled in the mud and wailed. The man who was sitting in the mud screaming, the hole in his stomach kept coming out of the foul intestines, and the man subconsciously rubbed it in with his trembling hands...... He fell to the ground, his internal organs steaming hot in the snow.

The cries of children, the hoarse roars of women, and the screams of men hovered over the cold Eastern Imperial City.

In the Liangwang Mansion in the inner city, after the previous nine horsemen stood outside the curtain, one person said: "Lord Yu, there are indeed three dead bodies next to Tianxin Lake, and they died about two days ago. ”

Sitting crookedly by the stove in the curtain was a man in black fur, about fifty years old, with a finger like an onion rubbing on his neat short beard, and the body of the charming concubine was also wrapped in the black fur, revealing the green silk with a ribbon and the white jade-like arm.

Song Bailu, the king of Liang, tied the beauty's forehead with his beard and asked, "Where is the corpse?"

The armorer replied, "The corpse should be able to be transported to the city after dark." Then he took out a cloth bag from his arms and said, "Lord, this is from the corpse, please check it." ”

After a strong man of about forty took it from the soldier's hand, he opened the curtain and walked in, walked to Song Bailu and opened it and held it in his hand.

Song Bailu stretched out his left hand, shook his chin, looked at the woman tenderly with his eyes, scraped the woman's chin with his index finger dotingly, and the concubine slept quietly in his arms.

Song Bailu, who had been sitting for a while, had a gloomy face, got up slowly, knocked out of the curtain in a black robe, stepped barefoot on the corpses of the nine people who had died, strode meteors, and whispered, "The horses in the city should have died." ”

The woman in the curtain is slowly getting cooler.

Song Bailu said to the man: "Gather a thousand horsemen, Wang Yu will take three hundred horsemen north to Yunwu Pass, Song Keshi will take three hundred into Sandang, and I will lead four hundred to Qilin Pass to intercept and kill all living creatures walking around the territory!"

An hour later, four hundred iron horses rode out in the night, and Song Bailu, who was holding a swallow-tailed purple gold gun, took the lead.

Located at the intersection of Kaiyang, Shushui and Pingshan counties, the Qilin Pass can be regarded as a first-class checkpoint of the Daqin Dynasty, and it is also the only link connected to the hinterland of Daqin, there are five thousand defenders guarding it on weekdays, after the completion of the Daguan, Pingshan County is almost independent of the border of Daqin, for the wolf ambition of Song Bailu, the Daqin court is not unplayed, the emperor not only listened, but reprimanded the officials for the matter, and degraded them.

Among the three kings with different surnames in the dynasty, Song Bailu, who was in Pingshan County, was the most powerful.

Located on the border, there are heavy troops, and Emperor Guan Gao has great power.

Song Bailu didn't care about the words and swords of the Taoist officials, under the pretext of guarding the northwest gate, the barbarians who were captured from the grassland every year died in the city wall, not to mention 10,000, seven or eight thousand.

On weekdays, he doesn't care at all about how the monarchs and ministers in Ruyang City talk about him Song Bailu, but today is different, if someone breaks his face in the territory, he must return blood for blood.

After receiving the silk book, Song Bailu knew that the day he was most worried about had come.

Someone wanted the prince of the Daqin Dynasty to die in his jurisdiction, and then he really died.

The priority is to kill all who know. Song Bailu muttered to himself: "I can't have a good year again!"

At dawn on Chinese New Year's Eve, Song Bailu, who had been running for several nights, stood in front of Qilin Pass, his spear stood on the ground, the city gate was wide open, and thirty soldiers and Song Bailu entered the city together, and the five hundred horsemen who were not strong on their feet could arrive at dinner at the earliest.

In less than an hour, the four thousand iron horsemen of Pegasus out of the pass trampled the snow into mud, and after leaving the city, each team of five hundred horsemen went to the major intersections in a clear manner, and the sound of horses' hooves caused a wail of birds in the nearby mountains and forests, and even birds with frozen tails hung upside down on the branches and fluttered their wings.

The hounds are rolling and running in the snow, the barking of the dogs is mixed with the sound of rapid breathing, and the snow where people roar and neigh is very lively, no less than the big city of Ruyang City.

When five or six hounds barked wildly in an ordinary snowdrift, a few nearby riders did not care, and a lean hound jumped forward and opened its mouth to bite.

Finally unable to sit still, the white-robed man got up and jumped ten feet away, and in a few jumps, dozens of hunting dogs were left far behind

The iron horsemen in a row of four horses quickly lined up and prepared to rush and kill, how could the white-robed men give the neatly lined iron horsemen a chance to hunt and kill?

Time has been passing, it is past noon, dozens of hunting dogs are still chasing in the forest, quickly rendezvous of 1,500 horsemen, 50 horsemen a team of hunting outside, as long as there is the sound of dogs barking nearby, to ensure that they quickly arrive at the scene.

The people in the forest gradually exhausted their strength, and simply threw away their cumbersome white robes, revealing a white fur, a son of about forty, with impeccable handsome facial features, and the black beard on his lips looked old and serious, but a pair of good-looking Danfeng eyes under the long eyebrows looked a little cruel and mean.

Holding a long sword in his hand, the sword was less than three feet long, but it was extremely slender, and the dagger in his waist was unmatched, and he simply came to the edge of the forest with a turn of thought.

Song Bailu outside the forest was dressed in military uniform, closing his eyes and recuperating, the spear on horseback swaying from side to side, and there was no personal soldier around him.

After several temptations, Song Bailu, who was as hard as iron on the horse, was unaware of it, and was ready to sneak away to release the qi machine to test it once for a thousand years, and immediately dispelled this idea.

The opportunity to assassinate is fleeting, the current situation, there is basically no chance of survival, but killing Song Bailu may be different, now he is exhausted, and he is consumed alive by hunting dogs and iron horses, but it is better to gamble.

He had heard of Song Bailu for a long time, and he was still very surprised by the decisiveness of this border vassal king, from the Eastern Emperor to Qilin Pass, there were four hundred miles, if it was said that it was okay on weekdays, it was still so fast on days when the snow was closed?

The assassin temporarily reminded, and his right hand released the hilt of the sword that was covered with sweat, as a famous killer of the Daqin Dynasty, there were too many deaths in the Wuji Realm under the Mianliu Sword, so the people of the world! , no one knows that the tiger swallow on his waist for more than a thousand years is his divine weapon.

After his mind settled, after a thousand years, he jumped straight like an arrow off the string.

When his body touched the black cloak on the horse, the Tiger Swallowing Knife at his waist was already in his left hand.

The body leaped quickly over the horse's back, the short knife slashed at the back of the neck, and the horse's large neck was hung with only a little flesh, less than a finger thick, and the heavy helmet pulled tightly at the head that was about to fall.

The blood that spurted out of the horse stained the horse's head even redder, and the horse fled in terror.

After thinking that he had succeeded for more than a thousand years, he borrowed strength from the horse that was already running, and planned to take off.

He didn't see that behind him, the five-sided swallow-tailed spear that was still shaking and almost landed on the ground had followed him.

The massive spearhead nearly cut him off, and the Infinite Realm killer slammed to the ground.

There was no bloodshed, no wailing, at the last moment of his life, he had lost his previous obsession for a thousand years, and now he only cares about the Mianliu Sword and the Tiger Swallowing Knife that accompany him day and night, and the two utensils that are still tightly held in his arms at this moment, will anyone cherish them in the future.