When Dong Sihe was carried back to Chengping from the burning sheepskin tent, his slightly dark face always had a bright smile, and the saliva foaming at the corners of his mouth, shuttling through the narrow alleys and alleys chasing the old Lu family's A Huang all over the street, maybe there were too many rare objects in the world, and his head could not hold anything other than longing for the city wall.

When the meteor crossed the night sky, he lay in the compound of the military office, and as long as there was a meteor, he rarely missed it, because he always lay there every night and looked forward, hoping for that glorious trajectory, which was the greatest joy of his childhood.

A big fat man would jump out at this time, pointing at Dong Sihe's face and scolding him for being a donkey.

Later, Han Donkey led the three little ghosts to run wildly on the military road, chasing the black cat jumping on the green tile bricks, lying on the street and panting, laughing and playing with a child king style, and gave the fastest one of them the nickname Zhao puppy.

On the day Zhao Xiaopu enlisted in the army at the age of twelve, he sat on the threshold of Lao Tie Li's house on Chengxi Street for a day and a night.

Zhao Xiaopu still remembers the delicate appearance of scratching the back of his head on the battlements of the city gate, taking out two knives from behind and handing them to himself.

Lao Tie Li's first and last knife casting skills are really stumbling, one is extremely slender, the knife surface is extremely narrow, the knife edge is extremely thin, and the other is extremely heavy, wide and thick half a finger, and there is no blade.

The puppy likes it very much, and the donkey feels very proud that he has done a big thing. After that, the puppy began to practice double knives, killing knives, and also began to get used to positive and negative double wielding, the right hand is holding the knife very fast, and the left hand is holding the knife extremely heavy.

Later, Chengping came to a storyteller's tattered coat, lame, missing front teeth, and patting the wooden wedge with the wind all day long, spitting Xingzi from the Tang Dynasty King Wu to the eighteen princes to the Tang Emperor raising troops to sweep Liuhe, listening to the puppy and the donkey were extremely fascinated, and the thin bud legs on the battlements began to fantasize about getting ahead.

The dog was busy wrapping his hands with a white cloth, and at the same time said that he would become a general in the future, and rode a horse for a walk in the imperial garden of the palace.

Han donkey hugged the puppy and pointed to the starry sky and said, then he will lead the horse to the puppy in the future, not to sweep the Liuhe, to have the Sihe.

The puppy smiled and added that he was not allowed to call him a nickname in the future, there was no card!

is the oldest, but every time he wants to buy sugar gourd skewers, he takes the surname Dong and hopes that Han Donkey can understand something in the future, and don't talk all day long.

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Yun Zhao watched Dong Sihe leaning against the shaft of the spear, propped himself on the ground and swallowed his breath, looking as funny as his favorite sugar gourd, and the rain fell even harder. Take a deep breath because you need to calm down before killing.

Yun Zhao went crazy, he made a double knife, he was a Zhao puppy, roared madly and threw the knife in the air and flew out.

Chu Bafang went crazy, he picked up the person, he took the surname, and he drew a knife and split it into two pieces with a wolf.

...

In the carriage, the woman stopped, the old man closed his eyes, and the young man sighed.

The air was filled with the breath of old rotten wood in an instant, and a wave of air spread out from the bottom of the middle carriage layer upon layer, rolling up a sword and roaring in the air, shaking the surrounding guards, and in an instant, all the weapons of the sky were like swimming dragons shuttling between the blood flowers, and the beautiful ones bloomed like buds among the flowers.

After a few clear sounds, the sword that was still flying among the fallen leaves in the sky a moment ago fell straight to the ground in the blink of an eye, and it had become a wind and thunder that cut through the pitch-black curtain of the starry sky, tearing through hundreds of white clouds.

The aura formed by the sword tearing through the canopy of heaven shook for a long time, like a waterfall falling from the sky pouring down on the earth, constantly shaking the hearts of all living beings.

Knock! Knock!

The camp was full of smoke and dust, enveloped in a gray-white tone, and also covered up a miserable wolf howl, and beside countless broken bladed weapons, a series of terrifying three-foot ravines appeared.

As soon as the dust fell, a wave of earth visible to the naked eye swept from outside the camp in the shape of a prairie fire, and the Mutuo warriors on the periphery turned around and frantically poured into the billowing smoke, trying to buy respite for the rest of the clansmen behind them.

Humble beings will always burst out with unimaginable courage in the face of the threat of death, but it is clear that not every story has a bridge to turn the tide.

When the valiant Mutuo warrior brandished his scimitar and used his flesh and blood in a vain attempt to stop the spread of the qi wave, a scene appeared in front of them that made their eyes tear.

Airplanes!

A tear of silver needles broke through the brocade and exploded abruptly beside everyone's eardrums!

At the same time, the withered old man in the dark carriage waved his sleeve robe, and his fingertips tapped lightly in the void.

The turbid loess wave suddenly divided into seven strands, and the cluster of arrows with monstrous weather pierced into the neck of Mu Tuoren, and as soon as it penetrated, a series of sounds like a sheepskin bag deflated sounded continuously, and the mottled scimitar slashed in the air with an indomitable momentum and determination, accompanied by a dull sound of the body falling to the ground, and after the seven waves of air dispersed into flying flotsam, revealing seven crossbow bearers standing with their heads down in the distance.

The rippling ravines between heaven and earth are like a messy ink after a hangover, and the dead silence is like a broken inkstone, hidden on the flesh and blood.

The woman pursed her lips like an arc of the moon, the old man crooked his neck, and the young man spat out black blood.

...

His lips trembled, his bloodshot eyeballs were embedded with splintered wooden thorns, and the force of the knife slammed him into the rejection of his horse like a moth into a fire.

The knife was extremely long.

He didn't want to die, he didn't want to be like his father, he fell with the sound of cotton wool pouring from his torn fur, his eyes wide open, full of despair.

He pushed away the Mu Tuo man who was pierced by the blade of the knife in front of him, feeling the coldness in his abdomen, his eyes were full of desolation, and his pupils were black and purple.

He grinned and raised his right arm in the air, hysterically giving the order for a final attack.

Urn... Urn...

The horn of the Mutuo clan is still ringing, and the Datang military flag moves with the wind.

...

At the moment when Chu Bafang came back to his senses, it is accurate to say that he was awakened by an unbearable sound of pulling strings, the friction sound of the wooden crossbow and the beast's tendon strings, as if it was pulling on his scalp.

Urn!

He only had time to turn around when the sound of the strings mixed with the horn of Mutuo resounded from the gray forest.

A gray arrow shadow that seemed to pull the air flow swept by, crushing the fallen leaves in its path, and the broken blades dragged a beautiful round arc at the end of its arrow.

Chu Bafang looked back at the carriage, his throat had not yet squeezed the shout out of his lips, only to hear a loud bang, and the luxurious carriage where the county lord was was broken into a pile of broken wood.

Just as there was silence in the field, Tang Jun looked at the pile of broken wood and was stunned, and the last warrior of the Mutuo clan struggled to get up...

The rain stopped.

Bang!

The broken wood was raised, and Yun Zhao was holding a red robe, his eyes were scarlet.

Chu Bafang helped his helmet and spat into his palm.

"Come again!"

...

At the moment when Li Hongtang shattered, he really thought he was going to die, and a blank piece of life flashed in his mind without a so-called fragment of life, and then he was dragged out of the car window by a warm palm...

Left and right staggered pace, with the inertia slightly forward body, the legs suddenly bounced up as if the machine spring was opened, and between the ups and downs, several figures fell to the ground, with deep scars on their chests, and knives in their left hands.

"If you don't want to die, just keep up. Yun Zhao swept into the woods without looking back.

...

Falling ghostly from the deep branches, he inserted the blade from the side of his neck, squeezing out the spurting blood and spilling blood, Yun Zhao, who collapsed to the ground, knew that he had squeezed out the last bit of strength in his body.

Li Hongtang looked at the bright red bandages on the hands of this immature young man, and only then did he realize that the previous warmth was not the temperature of the palm.

Under the bloody formation of several soldiers, the only three remaining people were hidden in a dense leaf, and it was Mu Tuo's only remaining wolf rider who hunted them, and when the sound of rapid gasping and swallowing saliva was heard not far away, Yun Zhao knew that they were not safe, and he made a gesture, and a guard whose left forearm was gone nodded to him.

The three of them crawled deeper to hide the smell of blood.

Isn't life sometimes like forest fog, gathering and scattering just for existence.