Four years of grassland training made Yun Zhao understand a lot of things that he once knew nothing, such as the tribal totem of the Mutuo tribe is a wolf, for example, every wolf howl during the day means that there is a most heroic warrior hidden in every bush.

There are also steppe wolves under their crotch who are staring at the convoy with blood-red pupils, and the wolf riders of the Mutuo clan have won a large piece of fertile territory for them in the dry wood grassland full of fighting and plundering.

When the beautiful woman in the luxurious carriage laughed like a pool of autumn water, stretched out her wrist and stroked the silver-white fur, when the chariot began to shake with the land, and when the exclamations and miserable howls of the herdsmen outside the camp were intertwined, Yun Zhao lowered his head and hugged his knees and slammed into the soldiers beside him.

The next moment, with a loud bang behind him, Yun Zhao felt as if he was flying...

I saw the shepherd who had just gotten up and rushed towards him in the distance, I saw Chu Bafang who had already drilled under the carriage, and half of his exposed buttocks, and the head of a colleague who was still smiling stiffly after being saved in the air, well, it seemed that a brain marrow had been poured into his ears...

Before landing, Yun Zhao had many fragments in his mind, but it did not prevent him from hitting the dirt on the edge of the camp with the most precise angle and his torso in the most comfortable solitude, and he also shook his ears.

He pulled out the two knives that had not left the city from his lower back, and squeezed his hands tightly with white bandages, his right hand was standing diagonally in front of his chest, his left hand was held behind his knees, and he was standing behind his feet before he looked up at the man who had slammed into the middle of the camp.

Nine feet tall, as strong as an ox, his bare muscles and swollen tendons were exposed under the tattered animal skin, and the sweat that oozed slightly flowed through his strong chest, shining like metal under the refraction of the campfire.

However, it can be seen from the mud trails behind him that are like heavy horses, the deeply sunken cabinets and broken iron cables that crash into the side, and the thick ridges and heavy cones that match them, and the way he kneels and gasps for breath, he probably won't be able to hit it a second time.

The sound of strings, the sound of blinking, and the wonderful echo of metal cutting into flesh confirmed Yun Zhao's opinion, and after the red blood gushing out of the arrow crossbow soaked the animal skin, everyone felt a breath of relief in their hearts.

It seemed that in order to harmonize with everyone's comfort, the strong man who thought he had died a long time ago suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out a hoarse roar that resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the surrounding guards were so shocked that they all took a step back.

Mu Lu stepped forward and overturned it, and after confirming that there was no longer any breath, Huangfu Xuan, who was leaning on the side of the carriage in the camp, sat down in panic and screamed: "Dead, I have to die now..."

The rain fell, and the thunder that tore through the pitch-black dome to illuminate the vast land, accompanied by bead-like raindrops, quietly opened the curtain of a bloody battle.

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Jumping up and down a wolf rider who howled and rushed into the camp along the gap made by the giant man, Yun Zhao turned to look at the wolf whose scarlet pupils seemed to be dripping blood because of the loss of his master, staring at the young man in front of him, and his front paws were looking for an opportunity to pounce forward, and a crossbow arrow shot from the side pierced the wolf's skull.

Yun Zhao turned his head and saw the shepherd standing with a crossbow, who did not drag the mud and water in the slightest, turned his head and shouted to the camp: "Stand shield! Stand up the shield to plug the gap, wind it up, and move the fire oil out!"

Countless spears were thrown out of the pitch-black space outside the camp like a torrential rain, and the sharp sound of breaking the air concealed the noise of running and screaming in the camp, and the pale face reflected despair and helplessness.

Yun Zhao, who was in the clearing, rolled on the spot, pierced the cargo boxes piled up next to him with a knife hole, moved them to cover the top of his body, and breathed unsteadily, quietly waiting for the next second to attack from the sky.

With the dull thrust of spears into wooden boxes and shields, the muffled grunts of wounded soldiers and the neighing of horses, buried their faces in the grassy dirt of the camp, and listened to the terror that continued to break through the air, the anxious and angry shouts of the guards, and the slightly feeble orders of the shepherd.

I don't know how long it has been, when the vibration frequency from the shock in the soil gradually decreased, Yun Zhao kicked open the cargo box on his body and hurried towards the gap that was knocked out by the giant man before.

The whole camp was covered with spears and corpses full of spears, and they had to swing their knives to cut off the shafts of their spears, and halfway through, the sound of gasps that was more dense and rapid than the previous entry into the battle sounded, for the camp defenders, this was a more terrifying existence than the sound of throwing spears through the air...

The air seemed to have stopped at this moment, and Yun Zhao could clearly observe every detail, and the bloody qi that had just bloomed from the corpse was dispersed into wisps of blood qi in front of his eyes.

The next moment, when countless wolf pupils glowing with murderous aura emerged from the gap, and their scimitar-wielding tribal warriors, everything returned to normal. At this moment, the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty defended the glory of the soldiers who had been suppressed all day, and blood was always the most dazzling merit medal of the Tang Dynasty.

Life and death finally succeeded in singing the music of mourning, resounding over the earth.

The sound of flesh colliding, the metal sound of soldiers rubbing, and the desperate howls are intertwined into the main theme of this Tang Dynasty Border Fortress rainy night camp, which is a battle of fighting and slaughter, and the unarmed peripheral herdsmen can only turn into the background notes of the whole nocturne after all.

The tip of the knife was picked into the gap between the leather armor tied with rough straw rope, and the slender blade continued to push out Bobo blood, and a crisp sound represented that the handle of the knife hit the leather, so the arch of the foot exerted a slight force, and the back of the hand was twisted downward, and the blade that pierced the body was then stirred in the flesh and blood, and when it spit out the last wisp of breath, Yun Zhao withdrew his right hand like lightning, and his body twisted along the left hand and reversed behind him.

"Dong" The sound of his head falling to the ground, wiped the blood from the corners of his eyes, turned around and pulled out the knife that was still nailed to the corpse before, there was a sound of cutting bones, a splash of blood, Yun Zhao crawled his body and rushed to the next target in the night.

When there are no more distracting thoughts in his heart, shuttling through the night and blood, the boy retrieves the memories that have been scattered in the dry wood grassland, and retrieves the throat of the horse bandit in the swing tail ditch, the madness in the deepest part of his pupils, and the thinking space without thinking symbolizes the purest killing.

With the front chest against the hilt of the knife, a Mu Tuoren was rammed into the gun canal, when the blade of the knife was deeply embedded in the flesh and blood, and a gorgeous blood mouth was pulled out obliquely, this was survival rather than life, and what was given to the Tang boy was not skill but instinct.

The fallen leaves in the sky were lifted by the swordsmen, and in the layers of grass clippings, the refraction of the cross-sections of the sword like stars in the moonlight lit up. The muscles of the waist and abdomen suddenly exerted force, and the footsteps of the front drive fell and shoveled out.

Between the tumbling gaps, Yun Zhao untied the bag that had been close to him, and used his thrust to shake out many Molotov cocktails that had been stored in them. The momentum of the forward rush was temporarily exhausted, and the two swords stabbed straight down, and then he suddenly stepped forward and crashed straight into the enemy formation.

A bright light swept through the knife in both hands, from the head in front of him to the waist, the tip of the knife rubbed against the beast's clothes and ignited a long series of sparks, the feet did not stop, between the two knives, the second wolf rider who rushed up had been cut off, the sideways sticky knife leaned down, cut off the front paws of the wolves beside him, and without waiting for its miserable howl, he took advantage of the situation and contained a huge wolf head.

Turning the face, Yun Zhao had already put away the knife, flipped the knife with his right hand, held it with both hands, and lay deep on the ground.

Tuna stared at the wolf rider in front of him, observing the rhythm and silently reciting the number of steps remaining, and suddenly, his right foot suddenly sank deep into the grass.

Both hands became one-handed, the two knives were closed together, the wrist turned and the knife was dragged from split to to, and the dark side of the wolf rider jumped up in the blink of an eye, not giving this rider any time to react at all, and after two pops, even the wolf and the person penetrated, and fell to the ground.

When the boy finally stood in front of the gap in the camp, a faint soreness in his calf had already told his body that his strength was about to run out under the huge load. However, the wolf riders or Mutuo warriors who went forward outside the camp finally recognized the young man who was blocked in front of the gap by the torches on the chest, and in the light of the dim flames.

This is the nightmare of all the hunters on the grassland, and it is also the nightmare of the Mutuo clan adjacent to the Tang Realm.

Hurrying to catch a few breaths, Yun Zhao looked at Mu Tuoren, who was chasing and killing the herdsmen with a cruel smile outside the camp fence, and took off the torch that was obliquely inserted in the gap of the camp fence with an expressionless face, and fell straight on the grass, taking advantage of the wind to instantly ignite the Molotov cocktails that had not been pulled before, and also blocked the view outside the camp.

Viewed from the night sky, it looks like a banner full of brilliant roses, which has been lifted with an ink pen, slowly outlined and burned along the wooden boxes and horses that resist defense, and finally evolved into a painting of scarlet roses blooming in flames.

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The oil drums from the central crate were tossed at the burning barracks, fueling the fire, and the shepherd commanded the guards to light arrows with bows and shoot down the wolf riders who tried to leap over the fire. The faces of the soldiers who rushed around to help their comrades were full of loss.

Yun Zhao and Chu Bafang, who didn't know when he crawled out from under the carriage, stood side by side, the miserable howls of the herdsmen outside the camp finally stopped, and Mu Tuoren also vented their anger that was nowhere to go, and both inside and outside quietly waited for the moment when the flames burned out, maybe the fire slowed down a little, which was the beginning of the next round of killing.

"Alive. A broad palm slapped heavily on his shoulder, and Chu Bafang turned to leave.

"Thank you. The shepherd led a few guards and bowed his hand.

The soldiers who could still move, sitting and standing, paid their respects to Yun Zhao, who was standing straight by the fire, who glanced at the camp and remembered the familiar faces reflected in the campfire before, and the laughter and laughter in the middle of the trip.

"It's really a superfluous feeling that is not worth mentioning. Yun Zhao sighed inwardly, and then glanced at the three carriages in the middle that had not moved at all from beginning to end, and were tightly guarded by shields and blood...

"They are all poor people, and they pay attention to what kind of decent way to live. ”

Corpses everywhere, singing and weeping everywhere.