The continuous mountains are majestic and steep, straight up to the clouds, and the Qinghe River at the foot of the mountain winds like a dragon, and there is no end, and there is no place to come. Heavy snow is flying all over the sky, covering the sky and wilderness, and the mountains and forests are wrapped in plain trees on the wide valley, as far as the eye can see, and the mountain wind is fierce and howling, and the cold is biting.

The ground is covered with three feet of snow, the rocks are frosted and cracked, the birds are extinct, and the beasts are gone.

This is the west of the river, and it is impossible to find people.

- This is the opinion of the people of the Central Plains. In fact, there is no shortage of people in Hexi, and since the chaos in the Central Plains at the end of the Han Dynasty, there have been countless people who have gone to Hexi to escape the military disaster.

During the period of Wuhu Chaohua, it was the peak of culture here, and its literary style was strong and vigorous, and the sea was inclusive, which was much stronger than the softness and weakness of the Eastern Jin Dynasty.

So much so that no matter who occupies the north and the Central Plains, they will send a large number of people to Hexi to transport those well-educated people to the jurisdiction, such as the Northern Wei Xiaowen Emperor Tuoba Hong, and the former Qin Emperor Fu Jian.

Today, all ethnic groups live together in Hexi, and the Han people are the main group. After Zhang Yichao restored the eleven states in Hexi, and presented the map to the imperial court, some officials went to Sha, Gua and other states to inspect, and what they saw was also "everyone wears Chinese clothes".

It was the Han people who developed Hexi for generations and made the wild land a livable place.

However, it is such a place, and the current owner is not the Han Chinese, but the Tibetan people.

In front of a snow-capped birch forest, a group of people braved the wind and snow, walking on a gentle slope, and the footprints behind them stretched far along the riverbank, with no end in sight in the white world.

There were five of them. An old man with his hands in his sleeves, a fat man, a beauty with a long sword, and two teenagers. Whether it is an old man or a child, it is far from difficult to travel in such an environment.

"Master, we've been walking for five days, how long are we going to go?" asked a voice with the sound of an urn.

"There is another day and a half of travel, and you will reach Minzhou. If you're lucky, you might be able to see the village today without having to sleep in the wilderness. A slightly older voice replied without the slightest emotion.

"A day and a half to go," ...... first to speak, let out a cry of despair.

"Hmph! It's only been a few days, you can't stand it anymore, the two little guys in the back haven't said a word, and you've talked a lot along the way!" said the old man angrily.

"Master, but why are we walking in the wilderness? If we want to go to Minzhou, why don't we just fly there?"

"Shut up! If you talk more, the old man will whip you!"

"Senior Sister ......"

"Shut up!"

No one spoke anymore, and the team continued on its way.

It wasn't until they finally found smoke rising from the river valley not far ahead in the white vastness of the world.

"Someone's family! Someone's family, senior sister, let's hurry up!"

There are more than 20 households in the river valley, which is already a large village in the urban area of Hexi Africa, which is far away from the state town and county. In such a quiet winter, the villagers did not enjoy the tranquility they deserved.

They were gathered in the open space at the head of the village, surrounded by fierce Tibetan soldiers, and the few sheep in the village were roasting on the huge bonfire in front of them, and the smoke was rising.

A Tibetan man in his thirties, sitting in front of the fire with a golden sword, while biting the leg of mutton in his mouth, glanced at the frightened villagers in front of him from time to time, his eyes flashing with bloodthirsty and cruel light.

Looking at the material of his armor, he should have a high status in the army.

His name is Shansire.

After he clicked a few times with the knife in his hand, several young girls in the crowd were dragged out by the soldiers with a smirk and rudely and thrown at his feet.

Seeing this scene, some young and strong men in the villagers were so angry that they wanted to rush out with red eyes. Most of the men in the village make a living from hunting, and they are not lacking in bravery. Being so insulted by a Tubo person, where are these Han family children

I can bear it

With a snort, the knife in Shang Xire's hand nailed the flesh to the eyebrows of the man who moved the fastest.

The man's body flew upside down and fell into the crowd, his limbs twitching twice before he stopped moving.

For a while, the crowd exploded, shouting and wailing endlessly, and the other men were not afraid, but moved faster, roaring a few leaps, and raising their fists in front of Shang Xi's warm-up.

Shang Xire didn't get up, nor did he look at these men, a look of disdain flashed in his eyes, and he didn't see any movement from him, a strong wind suddenly rose under his feet, and the snow around him rose like a sand curtain, enveloping those men!

In an instant, the blood light in the snow curtain flashed, the screams were terrible and piercing, and several men flew out upside down!

By the time they fell to the ground, they were already covered in blood, and their bodies could only spasm, and they could no longer move. But they didn't die immediately, the pain contorted their faces, and their eyes were full of unwilling anger and hatred.

The others glared angrily at Shang Xire, but did not rush out again for a while. They know very well that rushing out can only be sent to death. In this place in Hexi, it is useless to be blindly brave, only by saving his life can he have a chance of revenge in the future.

Shang Xire stood up slowly, glanced at everyone with disdain, let out a cold snort from his nostrils, and said in half-baked Chinese: "Some time ago, General Ben went on an expedition to Longzhou, where he killed many Han people and captured hundreds of slaves, it was really a glorious moment, you didn't see it, it's a pity." Let me tell you that the land of the Han people will eventually belong to the Tibetan warriors, and the men and women of the Han people are destined to become slaves of the Tibetan warriors!

"But after General Ben came back, I heard that a few Han Chinese had recently slaughtered the heroic and noble Tibetan monks in Weizhou, and countless people had died at their hands! Hmph, it was their luck that they didn't touch them when they came back! Otherwise, they would have died without a whole corpse!

"General Ben is here today to kill all the people in your village, so that those Han people know that the brave and noble Tubo warriors will never be provoked! If they have the courage, let them come to Minzhou City to find me, brave and wise Shang Xire!"

The stumbling of the words took more than three times as long.

After saying these words, Shang Xire unexpectedly showed a glorious look on his face, stretched out his hands to look up at the sky, and said in a chanting tone: "Great Moon God, let this storm and snow come more violently, so that the bloody spirit of these stupid and timid Han people can spread farther......

He muttered a lot of money in Tibetan dialect, and finally crossed his hands in front of his chest, closed his eyes, and looked like he was communicating with the gods.

And his subordinates had already raised their longbows and crossbows in their hands and aimed them at the crowd of detainees!

Shang Xire waited for a moment, but the expected roar of the bow and arrow breaking through the air did not sound. This made him extremely dissatisfied, the soldiers under his command were all elites of a hundred battles, when did he not even understand his own orders?

He opened his eyes in annoyance, and was about to reprimand his men. However, his mouth was already open, but not only did he not even make a sound, but he could not close it, and his eyes were full of hell.

Around him, not a single one of the more than a hundred thugs he had brought with him was standing, and all of them fell in the snow and in pools of blood.

Some of them were cut open by the waist, and their internal organs were flowing out with hot air, and they looked extremely miserable!

Shang Xire thought it was an illusion, shook his head, and then opened his eyes to take a closer look, but the scene did not change in the slightest. This made him frightened, who would kill all his men in such a short period of time, quietly?!

There is no need to ask this question.

Because he saw that in addition to those surprised and surprised villagers, there were five more people in front of him.

A fat man, a stunning beauty, a dark-faced teenager, a girl carrying a machete like a door panel, and an old Taoist priest standing far behind.

These people, all looked at him.

Five pairs of eyes, but they are the same look.

The look made Shang Xire shudder, and a strange gurgling sound came out of his throat.

That's the look of a dead man.

"You...... Who are you?" the smell of blood in the air was so thick that it could not be dissolved, making Shang Xire's scalp tingle. It was the smell he was most accustomed to and loved, but when it emanated from his men, it was completely unbearable.

"Those Tubo people in Weizhou died in our hands, I just heard that you want to find us? Now that we are here, why don't you pull out your sword?" It was not the old Taoist priest who spoke, nor the stunning beauty, but the girl with a machete in her hand.

She has a pair of opal-like eyes, which were originally extremely smart, crystalline, and beautiful, but at the moment they seem extremely penetrating, because they are full of murderous energy.

Shang Xire opened his mouth, but could not say anything but rattle.

The girl's eyes drooped, and the cold air was even worse.

She began to walk towards Shansire: "As a warrior, the enemy who does not kill or draw the sword is not supposed to kill. But now, I'm getting impatient. Remember my name – to hear my name is the greatest honor of your life!"

The voice fell, and the sword light had already arrived in front of Shang Xire!

Shang Xire swore that he had never seen such a fast and sharp sword light in his life!

He only had time to block it in front of him with his sword, and there was an unbearable pain in his arm, and then the blood mist pounced on him, and his body flew upside down, slamming into a big tree two feet away, and the snow fell in a torrent.

The hand in which he held the knife burst inch by inch, all the way to his shoulder!

The flesh and blood at the broken shoulder are blurred, and the bones are white.

The tree behind him was broken by the collision, so his spine was broken.

Chaunsire did not die.

But he wanted to die right away.

Only by dying can we no longer endure the great physical pain.

It's a pity that the girl with her hair combed into a ponytail didn't come to end his pain, put away the knife, and went to help the frightened village girl.

The dark-faced young man looked at the bloody, inhuman-shaped Shang Xire with disdain, as if he had caught a glimpse of a fly. But when he looked at the girl, he had a flattering smile on his face, "Wenwen, you haven't told him your name yet!"

The girl glared at him, "How many times have you said that you are not allowed to call me Wenwen!" As for him, I have changed my mind, he is too weak to know my name." ”

Shang Xire, who heard this, would definitely wipe his neck if he didn't have the strength to move all over his body.

Amid the thanksgiving of the villagers, the old Taoist priest walked up to the bloodied young men and bent down to treat their injuries.

"Dao...... Daoist, are they still saved?" the old village chief asked the old Taoist priest in a trembling voice.

The old Taoist priest turned his head and smiled kindly at him: "As long as you don't lose your breath, you can save it." ”

The old village chief thanked him for his kindness, but he was silent for a while, and then asked with bright eyes: "I heard that this time the Tibetan barbarians invaded Guanzhong, but because of the Tibetan nobles in Wei, Qin and other states, they were killed by several monks one after another, but they were helpless, so they had to take the class in advance...... Dare to ask, those Tibetan nobles were killed by you?"

The old Taoist priest buried his head in treating people's injuries, and when he heard this, he didn't raise his head: "It's us." ”

"Dare to ask Dao Chang and a few heroes?"

"It's not a hero, old man Chu Nanhuai. ”

Su E's eyebrows. ”

"Wei Xiaozhuang. ”

"Liu Xiaohei. ”

"Li Wenwen. ”

"Alas, Wenwen, when did you change your Royal Highness's surname?"

"You have to take care of it!"

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