Hu Bugui died, this matter, except for a few people in Lingxiu Mountain and the butcher, basically no one knew that this madman who had just made a name for himself in the rivers and lakes suddenly left the rivers and lakes forever and completely.

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Liu Ye's reaction was very fast, it should be said that when Shayang Village had just been broken and Hongling's urgent envoy had not yet sent the news to Chang'an, he had already moved, mobilized troops and horses from all over the country, and planned to go into battle in person, wait for work, and completely eat the 70,000 army of the barbarians.

He sat peacefully on the dragon chair in the Chang'an Palace, holding his cheeks, overlooking the whole world from a lonely height.

In contrast, tens of thousands of people were killed in the land where the army of 70,000 barbarians passed.

The two sides belong to different ethnic groups, and there is a generational hatred between them, and there is no possibility of reconciliation at all, even an official like Yuan Zhishan, who studies the people's livelihood all day long, once he talks about the barbarians, he is eager to kill them quickly.

Ulaanbaatar didn't want to kill, not because he didn't want to kill, but he didn't want to waste time on such a thing as killing people at all, and in his opinion, the cavalry he sent out was just to grab food, and he shouldn't have encountered too much resistance.

Just like in the grassland, the big tribes snatch the food from the small settlements, and the weaker ones will respectfully take out the food in order to survive, and then kneel on the ground and beg for forgiveness.

This is the rule of the grassland, the law of the jungle, everyone understands it very well.

But the situation was always different from what he thought.

His cavalry brandished scimitars and rushed into the beautiful villages made of blue brick houses, and after listening to the Chinese spoken by the interpreter, they did not rush to rummage for food, but rushed at the armored cavalry with kitchen knives and clubs.

From time to time, there is a tragic situation in which the entire village dies and no one surrenders.

At this time, he discovered for the first time that those people in the Central Plains, who were usually looked down upon by the men on the grassland and were gentle and elegant, still had such a violent side in their temperament.

Of course, if Li Wenshuo was in front of him, he would definitely hold a sword in one hand and pat him on the shoulder with the other hand and tell him, what do you say brother, you don't know, we Central Plains people not only like revenge, are keen on revenge, but also pay attention to the revenge of the tenth generation.

However, although Li Wenshuo was not far from him, he was not in front of him.

Li Wenshuo is in a village along the river not far away.

It's a small village, but because of the frequent bandits in the neighborhood, the people in the village are very strong, and they can draw spears or swords everywhere they walk, sit and lie down all day long.

If the patrol envoy in charge of the ban had arrived, it was estimated that more than half of the people in the village would have been arrested.

But at this time, the village was full of sadness.

The small village was littered with corpses and blood, and half of the men in the village were dead, and the rest were old, weak, sick and disabled, kneeling and crying weakly, whimpering and cursing.

One or two barbarian corpses could be seen among the corpses, their sternums shattered and their armor torn open.

The man who killed them was obviously the giant man who was also lying there on the side, he wielded two copper hammers in his hands, the barbarians were well-armed, but they were also most afraid of such blunt weapons.

But because of this, the man with the double hammer died a miserable death, with at least dozens of knife cuts all over his body, his flesh and blood were blurred, and there was a woman beside him, her eyes were red, and she had passed out from crying.

Li Wenshuo and Luo Jiuyi had just arrived here, looking at the scene in front of them, their brows furrowed.

He found the village chief, who was almost eighty years old, with a wrinkled face and a hard time walking, but still holding a cane with red eyes, and said that he would kill all the beasts and snatch back the food in the village.

"Old man, where are the barbarians going? ”

As soon as the barbarian left, Li Wenshuo only asked where the person was going, and in this situation, he had obviously seen it more than once along the way.

But he still couldn't stop the anger in his heart.

"To the west, they went west. The village chief obviously saw Li Wenshuo's extraordinaryness and the long sword behind him, and suddenly came to his senses, pressed all his hopes on him, and said: "This group of people robbed the food in the village, and they can't go far, and it is estimated that the old and young in the village will not survive this year, I know that you are very capable, I don't ask you to help us snatch the grain back, I just ask you to kill a few more barbarians and help the dead villagers avenge it." ”

At this time, the rest of the people in the village also looked up, and what they showed in their eyes was very simple, no hope, all hatred.

Liyang pursues Confucianism, Confucianism has really influenced too many people, on weekdays, the people of Liyang are polite and trustworthy, but Liyang's Confucianism is different from Confucianism in the Tang Dynasty hundreds of years ago.

At this time, Confucianism, while observing etiquette, was full of fierce blood, killing people to pay for their lives, and repaying debts, not only the rules of the rivers and lakes, but also written into the law of Liyang.

"Old man, there are fast horses. ”

Hearing this, a man in the crowd immediately stood up, a man in his fifties, one of his arms had been cut off, and he was still bleeding, but he still gritted his teeth and said: "Strong man, I have a horse at home, but it is an old horse, I don't know if it can be done." ”

Li Wenshuo nodded and said, "The enemy is carrying so much food, he can't go fast, and the old horse is enough." ”

In fact, Li Wenshuo didn't need a horse at all, with his speed, even if he didn't control the qi flying sword, it was enough to catch up with the other party.

But the villagers did not know.

They only knew that the other party was on horseback, so if Li Wenshuo wanted to catch up with the enemy, he had to ride a horse, and Li Wenshuo did this to reassure these villagers.

He turned over and got on the horse, turned his head to Luo Jiuyi and said, "There is medicine in the baggage, see who can still be saved, I will go back when I go." ”

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The west wind rises.

The empty shallows on the banks of the Qiuxing River are full of white sand, and usually only white water birds inhabit here, which is very quiet, but today, this tranquility has been broken.

Dozens of horsemen dragged several grain carts slowly, one by one the knife edges were stained with blood, but they did not wipe it, talking loudly in brute language, unscrupulous.

They were delighted.

I didn't expect that a "small tribe" in the Central Plains could hoard so much grain, and they were still thinking about how they should live after arriving in the Central Plains, without cattle and sheep, but now they feel that they understand a little.

The people of the Central Plains are too rich, they can still live on the grassland like they live, with fast knives and fast horses, to plunder these tribes of the Central Plains.

This kind of thinking is very common in the barbarian army, and Ulan Baatar doesn't want to care about it for the time being, because it is too complicated, even Tuoba Lie, the king of the steppe, his thoughts are similar to those of these soldiers.

Suddenly, a soldier suddenly turned his head, and then shouted, and then dozens of horsemen stopped and turned their heads to look.

At the end of the line of sight, the long sword in the hand of the black-clad knight was already unsheathed, and the iron hooves nailed to the horse's paw crushed the dry and clumped white sand.

The war horse's eyes were blood-red, panting, and the smoke and dust raised behind him were connected together, and the murderous aura came to his face.

One person and one horse, charging up, actually gave people a majestic feeling.

Looking at the black-clothed knight, dozens of barbarian soldiers were breathless, and their eyes changed instantly, as if they had encountered a large group of wolves on the grassland.

Seeing this, the captain of the leader gritted his teeth, snorted, pulled out the horsewhip from his waist, and whipped it hard on the horse's buttocks, and with the neighing of the horse, he rushed towards the black-clothed Central Plains swordsman.

Today, if these dozens of horsemen under his command are captured by this person's murderous aura today and lose the bloody nature to dare to charge, then when they go to the battlefield in the future, they will have no chance of survival.

It can be seen that the other party is a master, but he is not weak.

He leaned over the horse, his scimitar clenched in his hand, and the violent sound of the horse's hooves echoed in his ears.

After a few breaths, the two horses were close together.

Everyone stared with bated breath, dozens of pairs of eyes staring at the intersection of the two horses without blinking.

"Zheng"

In an instant, a silver flash of lightning flashed.

With a wave of the long sword in Li Wenshuo's hand, the two horses staggered, and someone's head flew high, and the blood fountain flew more than ten feet.

The tall barbarian war horse rushed forward for more than a dozen feet, and the headless corpse on the horse's back fell to the ground.

However, Li Wenshuo did not stop.