Yi Shaocheng couldn't understand the bird language they spoke, but now he understood the identity of these people - the sworn enemies of the Dian State: the Qiang people.

The Qiang people have always respected strength, and this promotion system is bloody and cruel but true.

The Qiang man in front of him who looks like a leader is dressed in leather armor, inlaid with iron wolf head shoulder pads, and a pair of copper nail deerskin boots under his feet, plus he has a strong figure and fierce eyes, and he looks extremely powerful.

"Iron wolf's head shoulder pads, it turned out to be a centurion. Yi Shaocheng sneered, and immediately understood all the experiences.

He had already heard that the Qiang people in front of him and the Dian State were both neighbors and mortal enemies, and they had been fighting for territory for a long time. They have the wildness of the Huns in their blood, and the cruelty of the Qian, and they are a lawless race in themselves. Now, it has united the country of Jumachi, and the two sides have been encircled, forming a suppression of the Dian country.

Only this time, the cavalry regiment of the Qiang tribe let the flames of war burn to the quiet lakeside town.

"Centurion. ”

While Yi Shaocheng was muttering, the barrel of the gun was like a line, the person and the gun were together, the head of the gun was like the sun, and it suddenly became bright-

In this moment, the centurion heard only one word in his ear: death.

He was terrified, and his experience in a hundred battles made him raise his knife and swing it wildly.

In this moment, everyone heard many sounds, the sound of waving knives, the sound of wind, the sound of snow, etc., and finally it only turned into a "snort", and then the whole world was quiet, and everyone's vision returned to normal.

When they looked again, the villager and their centurion had swapped places, and the centurion was still swinging his blade two or three times before falling to the ground, but his head was missing at some point, and blood gushed out from his broken neck, staining the snow red. The missing head, now being carried by the villager's wooden spear, hung in the air, looking down at all of them in a daze.

Yi Shaocheng's gun shook, his head flew up, and the end of the gun was poked and twisted, and he wrapped it around the gun with the whip of this head.

"Kill!" After being stunned for a moment, several Qiang people around roared and raised their knives to surround and kill.

Yi Shaocheng kicked the big knife in the hand of the corpse on the ground, and then turned around.

Laugh at!

The cold light flashed, and the few people who surrounded him were swirled by the big knife that kicked them off, cut off their heads, and finally returned to him.

Swish!

With a flick of the knife, blood splattered on the ground, and the blade turned cold and snow-white again.

Yi Shaocheng didn't stop with a cold face, holding a spear with the head of the enemy chieftain, holding a knife in one hand, and flying in the direction of the quadrangular tower like a meteor...... But there are too many enemies along the way, centurions, thousands, and all kinds of minions elite, and their strength is stronger than the other.

After a long time, Yi Shaocheng was covered in blood, all of which were coagulated by the blood of the enemy, and he looked like a demon crawling out of hell.

And on the barrel of the gun he picked up on his shoulder, there were already as many as seven or eight heads, swaying, dense and very conspicuous.

These heads are all large and small leaders of the Qiang invaders, and no matter which one they are, they are all military ranks obtained by accumulating a large number of military merits.

Yi Shaocheng breathed in a hot sweat, and spit out a mouthful of white mist, proving that he was not a walking corpse, but a strong person.

Now, the heads of these people hanging from the barrel of the gun stared, and the bloodshot eyes burst out—that is, these people died in an instant.

This is the speed at which Yi Shaocheng kills people under his rage!

As this gun could no longer hang more heads, Yi Shaocheng's steps to walk forward again, there was no one to stop him, and many murderous enemies wanted to retreat when they saw this scene, maybe they were asking themselves......

"Where did such a killing god come from?"

Yi Shaocheng does not chase and kill these enemies who stumble and flee, he has only one destination - that is "home".

Just walk through this quiet stone alley and you will return to the quadrangular tower.

Seeing that the quadrangular tower was intact and did not smoke, Yi Shaocheng breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart was a little excited.

Seeing that he was about to arrive at the door, Yi Shaocheng deliberately slowed down the pace when he returned, he thought about it, afraid that his appearance would intimidate Duojiao, so he casually threw the spear stained with blood and hung all over the head, took off the deerskin jacket outside, and tidied up the scattered hair.

A smile squeezed into Yi Shaocheng's face, and his voice echoed as usual.

"Little bell, Daddy is back, Daddy is back!"

For a long time, there was no response in the courtyard, and it was quiet, just like when she was asleep.

Yi Shaocheng's smile froze, and his uneasy emotions were like a basin of cold water, pouring him from beginning to end.

Immediately after, the green muscles on his head bulged violently, and for the first time, his cold face showed an angry expression, and the fury in his eyes was about to come out.

"If she loses half of her hair, I'll let these brutes go and never return!"

At this moment, Yi Shaocheng is like a leopard, he is really angry, and he is about to pounce into the courtyard.

But after listening to it, a creaking sound came-the bamboo and wood fence gate that had been hidden was gently pushed open, and Yi Shaocheng's footsteps also stopped.

"Daddy!"

The timid little Duojiao walked out, her little face was full of tears, she was particularly aggrieved, her shoulders trembled slightly, and she looked at Yi Shaocheng without crying.

Yi Shaocheng rushed over all of a sudden, hugged Duojiao tightly, and said with red eyes, "Don't cry, don't cry, Dad will take you out of here." ”

......

At this moment, on a mound a hundred zhang away, the grass was withered and yellow, and several Qiang generals with solemn expressions stood here, looking condescendingly at the scene of Yi Shaocheng and Duojiao together.

Accompanying these generals, there is also a beautiful woman wearing mink fur, with a proud demeanor, a beautiful face, a pair of light blue deep eyes that seem to be able to speak, and add a bit of exotic style to her, which is definitely a stunner that most men are excited about.

The beautiful woman is holding a boy, about six or seven years old, also wearing soft leather armor, looking a little macho, at this moment is closely protected by a guard in Central Plains costume and a group of warriors of his own clan, which shows that his identity is extremely special.

It was such a large group of people, except for the little boy, and everyone, including the beautiful woman, had very, very ugly faces.

Because they witnessed the whole process of Yi Shaocheng from the moment he appeared to hugging the little girl tightly at this moment.

Who the hell is this guy?

From the very beginning, he was killing with speed and efficiency, as if the powerful warriors under their hands were not warriors, but rookies who were exactly like the villagers.

Who would have thought that such a powerful existence would be hidden in such a dilapidated town.

The people killed were the most brave warriors of the Qiang tribe, and their heads were pierced, which was like a dream.

A nightmare of shame and trampling on racial dignity!