When Huang Taiji fled outside the camp in Jinzhou, it was when Zu Dashou was observing in the city. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Huang Taiji had already sent light cavalry to the Jinzhou camp to report the news, and Duoduo and others received the summons and led a group of soldiers and horses out of the camp to respond.

At this time, Zhao Yu was silent.

He had already sneaked to the location of Huang Taiji, and saw six or seven Tartar generals with gold armor and golden helmets, as well as some dog-like scribes, leading a group of cavalry to meet Huang Taiji.

Zhao Yu couldn't help but laugh silently.

Under the reflection of the slight firelight, Zhao Yu's face was extremely cold.

At this moment, he saw the high-level Tartars and roughly guessed that they should be all the Tartar leaders in this Jinzhou camp.

Seeing them, everything from ten years ago appeared in front of Zhao Yu's eyes.

That bloody evening.

The mother's cry and the father's roar, and the screams, and the blood.

At this moment, what Hong Chengchou, what Ming army, what court, and what righteousness were all thrown aside by Zhao Yu without hesitation. He just wants to kill people, kill all the high-ranking people of the Tartars, and only with their heads and blood can he sacrifice his parents' spirits in heaven and erase the resentment in his heart.

Huang Taiji let out a long breath, and when he saw Duoduo and the others coming up, he couldn't help but look back at the fire-lit wilderness, and he didn't hear the sound of killing.

"Hahaha... That barbarian! That barbarian! ha..."

Cachinnation.

In an instant, the shock and panic in his heart were suppressed, and there was really a touch of the emperor's bearing.

Duoduo and the others came up, and when they heard Huang Taiji laughing, they were at a loss. Then he came to Huang Taiji, turned over and dismounted, called the minions, and wanted to kneel and worship.

At this moment, there was a bang: "Tartar, die!"

A ghost pounced on him from an incredible angle, carrying an iron cone upside down in one hand and a sharp knife in the other.

The sharp knife flashed with a flash of knife light, as if a bright moon rose from the ground, and suddenly circled around Huangtaiji, revealing Zhao Yu's figure.

Zhao Yu threw away the sharp knife in his hand, stretched out his hand, and in one sweep, five or six heads of money rat tails fell into his hand, which he turned over and held on his waist.

Then his eyes were cold, and he nailed Huang Taiji straight and shouted, "Come down!"

grabbed the head of Huang Taiji's war horse, pressed it hard, and with a bang, the horse's head exploded, and Huang Taiji fell from the horse's back in response, and Zhao Yu grabbed the back clothes, like carrying a chicken, and carried it in his hand.

Electricity and flint, white horses through the gap.

is only in the blink of an eye, as if the appearance of a victorious teacher, it has become what it is now.

Five or six headless corpses in golden armor and helmets knelt on the ground, as if they were forgiving sins. The high master, the emperor, was carried in his hands like a chicken.

Zhao Yu held Huang Taiji in one hand and a cone in the other, raised his eyes and looked around, and he really overcame. His gaze was like lightning, and he glanced past, and the respondent was dizzy and his blood was floating.

There was a clang, and I don't know whose weapon fell to the ground, and I saw a few scribes who were following the Tartar generals with golden armor and golden helmets who bowed down, all of them looked panicked and collapsed to the ground.

Someone actually had feces and urine coming out of his crotch, his throat gurgled a few times, and he fell headlong, and he was scared to death.

In ancient times, Zhang Yide roared at Changbanpo, scaring Cao Jiang to death. Today, there is Zhao Yu with one person and one knife, and everyone is the enemy country!

Those scribes, traitors, too.

I thought that if I entered the Central Plains with the Tartars, I would be prosperous and rich. But where did he think that there was a person with a knife, and the head of the Tartar was served in a pot!

Where is there any glory and wealth?

Where is there any hope?

Zhao Yu saw it clearly, snorted coldly, and picked up the iron cone.

There is no corpse in the dead.

Then, the entire surrounding army of Tartars exploded.

Some were so crazy that they didn't want to rush up, or they saw that the Tartar Emperor was not dead and was carried by Zhao Yu in their hands, and some wanted to rescue the slave chief.

Some are at a loss for what to do, spinning in place, confused.

What's more, they have turned the horse's head and fled without knowing the direction.

...

On the bank of the daughter river, there is a small hill, and an abandoned village faces the river by the mountain.

There is an old pine at the entrance of the village, and I don't know how many years it has been. Pavilions are covered and lush.

There is a small canal that leads from the Daughter River and goes around the village.

In a trance, you can still see the scenery of this village ten years ago. Chickens and dogs smell each other, and there is no traffic. Or three or two children laughing and walking around under the tree. Three or five more old men were enjoying the shade under the tree, smiling and watching the children frolicking.

There were also men who either returned from fishing or carried a bundle of firewood. There were also women who carried wooden basins, washed their clothes, and came back from the river.

And curling smoke.

And peace and quiet.

But now, this village is as cold and lonely as a ghost.

The old pine is still the same old pine, but there is a thick patch of pine needles under the tree. The ditch has been completely flooded with weeds, and it is impossible to see its appearance.

The earthen wall that surrounds the village has collapsed here, and where it has collapsed, many weeds have grown on it. 、

Lonely, lonely, with the occasional crow's wow.

Zhao Yu stood in Lao Songxi'a, holding the already unconscious Huang Taiji in one hand, and his head hung around his waist. The big iron cone was gone, and only one of the other held a knife.

He stood under the tree, vaguely remembering that he and a few friends were walking around under the tree. Remember to go to the river with them to fish, bare-assed, jump into the mud by the river, and swim in the water.

I also remember a few old men, wearing short coats and holding a fan, reminiscing bittersweet under the old Panasonic.

My father went out early and returned late every day, either fishing or hunting, giving everything for that small family. And the mother, the land in the house, is all managed by this strong woman.

Zhao Yu was ignorant at that time, and it was not until his parents died under the knife of the Tartar that he matured in an instant.

But that's already hate.

Now ten years later, standing under the old Panasonic at the entrance of this village, Zhao Yu's heart is quite calm. But a faint sadness always lingers, making people have some aftertaste and reluctance, and some want to cry.

He remembered that 'the son wants to be raised but not the kiss'. Or think of 'a mother's hand'.

Or a strict father and mother, or something else.

It's complicated, it's hard to let go.

After a long time, Zhao Yu sighed.

Huang Taiji woke up at this moment.

He heard Zhao Yu sigh and didn't know why. Quietly raising his head and taking a closer look at this abandoned village, Huang Taiji said: "The strong man is brave and invincible, my Qing Dynasty iron horse is unparalleled, if the strong man..."

Zhao Yu threw Huang Taiji on the ground and threw a.

Then he moved rocks around.

Huang Taiji didn't dare to escape, he knew he couldn't escape. So many soldiers and horses, so many interceptions, have not stopped this person's pace even once.

Now that he is alone, he has no horses, no soldiers, how can he escape?

He just sat there, sentence after sentence, using power, profit, and beauty. As long as he can think of it, he is like bursting beans, just hoping to move this demon god even a little bit and get a glimmer of life.

Zhao Yu ignored him completely, and the dying person, so what did it matter if he asked him to say a few more words?

Only the stones were moved, at the entrance of the village, under the old pine, and an altar was erected.

Then the soil was kneaded for the furnace, the pine branches were incense, and the heads of the people around the waist were placed one by one as sacrifices for the three animals.

Huang Taiji's face had turned pale. He looked at the stone and picked up the knife resting on the altar, why was the blade so sharp, he only felt an itch in his neck.

He knew what Zhao Yu was going to do.

Zhao Yu just didn't say anything, walked over, picked up Huang Taiji, and threw it in front of the altar.

Huang Taiji moved his mouth and wanted to say mercy, but he didn't say it. He probably already knows what kind of person a person like Zhao Yu is.

He has read the ancient books of the Han people, on which some of those who avenged their parents and punished the enemy for thousands of miles, that is, they exhausted half of their lives, and they had no regrets until they died. In the past, whenever he saw it, he admired how many heroes of the Daohan people were, and how prosperous the Daohan civilization was.

And now, he is only afraid.

Such a person is not tempted by power, money, and beauty, and is persistent and determined. Once you have a determination, the nine cows can't pull it back.

Finally, he couldn't help but say, "I don't remember I've been here." ”

Zhao Yu grabbed the rat's tail at the back of his head and lifted the knife with one hand: "My father and my mother!"

Zhao Yu fell to his knees with a bang, looked up to the sky and shouted: "Today, the child has avenged you!"

Poof!

Dou Da held a head in his hand, and a filthy brute blood poured out, dyeing the altar with blood and blood.

Zhao Yu threw away the sharp knife, held the leader of Huang Taiji with both hands, and respectfully placed it in the center of the altar. Then he knelt three times and knocked nine times: "The soul is back!"