A skull mixed with grass ashes rolled to Yun Zhao's boots, kicked it away, shook his wrist slightly, and threw the blood beads on the knife on the grass. walked straight to the container pile, sat on the grass, inserted the knife into the soil, and tilted his head to look at Dong Sihe beside him.

Dong Sihe, who was gobbling up a white-faced steamed bun, felt the gaze beside him, quietly peeked at it, and found that it was Yun Zhao, revealing a look that could only be called coquettish on the faces of pretty girls.

He looked left and right, and then said vaguely: "Only when you are full can you have the ability to fight, you can't go hungry, Yun Zhao, right?" ”

Wen Yan smiled, and after a while, he asked tentatively with a solemn expression: "What about the other people in Chengping... Have you seen that?"

Dong Siyi, who was stuffing steamed buns into his mouth, heard this, his mouth pouted, and he said with a crying voice: "Zhao, all... It's all dead, all the people who came out of the Chengping camp are gone, they're gone!" Yun Zhao was silent for a while, looked at a generous figure wiping his tears, reached out and dusted off his shoulders, stood up and walked out.

Finally holding back his tears, Dong Sihe, who was still choked up, shouted in a hoarse voice: "Zhao, can we go home alive?"

Yun Zhao replied seriously: "With me, don't worry." ”

Dong Sihe scratched his head and smirked at him.

...

The fire gradually became smaller, and the soldiers in the camp who were still angry helped each other to get up, and the pillar swords looked at the dark night sky outside the campfire.

The shepherd did not convey the order, but put on the armor and mask on the auxiliary horse that had been lightly armed along the way, and finally pulled a white cloth and tied it to the horse's eyes, covered it with armor, and took out a horse lance that had been discontinued in the army from the ruined carriage beside it.

It is an exaggeration to say that it is an exaggeration to build a lance in three years, and there may be some truth in the fact that those who are not strong in arms and champion of the three armies cannot win. After a series of actions, when the shepherd turned over and got on the horse, his temperament had quietly changed, and he seemed to have changed from a calm and dignified close servant to a vigorous young man who talked about the scriptures on the imperial road back then.

When the horse passed by Yun Zhao, he leaned over and explained a few words to him, saw that he nodded to himself, glanced at the soldiers who were looking at him, slammed his right hand into his left chest, made a Tang military salute, and slowly spoke: "It's an honor to fight with you." After thinking about it on his back, "You are willing to fight with me!"

There was no verbal response, only the sound of fists pounding in the chest. The shepherd took a deep breath, lifted the horse's mallet, clamped his legs between the horse's belly, and rushed towards the camp fence that had been completely extinguished, towards the pair of wolf eyes that glowed in the darkness.

There is no shouting of killing, there is only the sound of horses' hooves, the sound of military boots lifting the turf, the sound of knives pulling out of their sheaths, and the corpses in the camp are all the shame of the Tang soldiers, and the dignity of the Tang army can never be violated, shame, then it must be washed with blood!

Just ask who binds the frontier, and who defends my Datang.

On this night, the Tang soldiers died facing south and facing north, with scars all over their chests, all of them died in the middle of the charge, like a line of tide, and there was no one who retreated half a step.

......

Yun Zhao looked at the soldiers who were trying their best and rushed towards the night with hideous faces, and sighed in his heart, "What a group of stupid pigs with surging blood." Then he lifted his double knives and followed him to kill outside the camp, no one seemed to be able to tell him that Yun Zhao at this time was very similar to the pig in his mouth.

In the three carriages, the woman was still stroking the silver-white wolf cub that was trembling slightly, and looked at the starry sky outside the window. In the pitch-black carriage, a withered old man with a cloak bowed down, revealing two terrifying two-colored pupils, both of which were like ink stains, slowly turning from gray to black, a young man in a embroidered blue shirt did not move, his pale cheeks were covered with unhealthy flush, his hands were folded, and his eyes were closed.

After the shepherd rode his horse out of the camp, a terrible roar broke out again in the silent rainy night, and one wolf rode into the camp again with blood stains, and collided with the Tang army again.

A crossbow bolt with a majestic air flow passed through Yun Zhao's cheek, and the high-frequency fluttering air flow of the ya's tail imprinted a bloody mouth on his face. The crossbow bolt slammed into the chest of the wolf rider at the head, and directly flew it up, and the momentum of the enveloping overturned the surrounding area.

Mu Tuoren's eyes showed panicked fear for the second time, and the first time was when he recognized Yun Zhao.

The silent upper crossbow, pulling the strings, and shooting again, the seven middle-aged men who had previously guarded the dark carriage advanced step by step with the heavy crossbow of the border army, as if their arm strength ignored the recoil of the heavy crossbow, and accurately harvested their lives.

After seeing the same pitch-black pupils of the seven crossbow wielders, as well as an indescribable strange aura in the air, Yun Zhao determined that the previous gap, the illusion-like aura turbulence, was not caused by tension.

The next moment, after confirming that he was locked by a powerful aura, Yun Zhao smiled and spread his hands, turning to look at the sturdy figure that had jumped into the camp from the rejection of the horse.

The hands of the two sides are vertically on the sides of the thighs, the left shoulder is slightly forward, and the right shoulder is slanted by three inches. In the villages of the Qianmu Grassland, in the muddy fields of Dangweigou, Yun Zhao always guaranteed that he was the one who made the fastest knife, so everything was for the fastest knife and the habit of ensuring the fastest insertion into the heart.

As the leader of the Mutuo wolf rider and the most powerful Mutuo in the tribe, he has seen countless young people's knives, and the fastest one made him change from a wolf rider to the leader of the wolf riders.

He knew all the habits of the boy, even the distance between his legs, including the warmest smile on the boy's face, he had seen it, and the last time he saw the boy take out the knife through the flames, the heart he pierced was his father's.

The sound of metal grinding through the ground was caused by a wide-handled, double-edged greatsword dragging to the ground, and when the sturdy figure began to sprint, it looked like a giant steppe wolf pounced on itself with its bloody jaws closed.

The left hand that was holding it back began to tremble, not nervous, but excited under the great pressure, and the blazing light in his eyes.

At that moment, the blade exploded on both sides.

There was a thunder on the ground, and the knife was swift but more than enough.

The tip of the sword ghostly stabbed straight into the two vital points in his chest, and a series of extremely piercing sword collisions suddenly sounded in the camp, and the fire clusters scattered on the ground were slashed brighter and brighter by the strong wind generated.

Between the rise and fall of each heavy sword, there is always a lot of grass and trees and deep pits, and every time the tip of the knife locks the direction, it is always scattered by a brute force.

The breath is gentle, and his expression is extremely focused, which is the spiritual instinct that Yun Zhao can always bloom when he is in danger. There was a kind of killing aura that liberated himself in his eyes, a temperament that was so cold that he was indifferent to everything, he had seen countless sharper killing machines, but in the end they all turned into dead souls that were no different from ordinary people under the tip of the knife.

The charge is for the next sword, so when Yun Zhao's left-handed knife was obliterated in an extremely beautiful arc, the leader of the wolf rider realized that he had far underestimated this young man, or rather, he had grown up too fast.

Staggered back, and when Yun Zhao's dual wields were really wielded, it was like a snowball in winter, rapidly accumulating and melting rapidly. Each knife is more tricky and swift than the other, like a ghost waiting for an opportunity in the shadows.

The last straight knife poured into the whole body, and the strength was as fast as a shock, and a ball of blood exploded from the palm, and the giant sword broke in response.

But the enemy in the story shouldn't just fall like this, even if it's his problem, there are always many other ways to add to his play...

Just as the front force was temporarily stopped, and the breath that had not yet surged was cut off, a sound of breaking the air struck, Yun Zhao kicked away the leader of the wolf cavalry, forcibly broke his body and blocked the insidious spear with the blade of the knife, spit out a mouthful of red blood, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Protect Your Highness!"

"Wind, let's go!"

The hoarse shouts of the guards were heard in the distance, and Yun Zhao pulled out the spear that was deeply embedded in the knife face, and hurried towards the carriage with his feet raised.

The attack of the Mutuo people had torn through the defense of the camp, and the shield was pierced in front of the carriage, and the valiant soldiers defended their mission with the blood in their chests. When a soldier threw a spear from the back of the carriage with a spear on his chest, Chu Bafang, who didn't know which side was broken, hung above his head, and for the first time he clearly sensed that a warm blood was about to rush out of his chest.

Still calmly commanding the soldiers to fill the guard circle of the carriage, Chu Bafang could almost smell the foul saliva in the mouth of the wolf who was close at hand, and his hand had repeatedly touched the saber hanging from his waist without obeying the call, looking at the bloody Tang Dynasty soldiers, and looking at the dense wolf riders who seemed to be endless.

He wanted to lead the troops to break through the siege and fight a bloody way countless times, looking for a trace of erratic vitality, no! wait, he turned his head to look at the three still silent carriages behind him, and deeply remembered the terrifying aura of a man wrapped in a black robe on the night when the convoy entered the city on a rainy night, wait, wait!

Chu Bafang, who was constantly wheezing, wiped a handful of blood from his face, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a scene that broke his liver and intestines.

Yun Zhaoping raised his arms, and the two sword lights continued to harvest Mu Tuoren's head, and the blood flowers that burst from the rupture of the major arteries fell on the tips of his hair, and he strode towards Chu Bafang, who was in a desperate situation, and swept forward diagonally alternately, swinging his hands on both sides very naturally.

When he jumped into the air next, he felt the extremely sharp cold behind him, a familiar breath with a warning of the hairs on his body.

Turning his head stiffly, he saw the leader of the wolf rider before, who was in a forward throwing position but empty-handed, with a sinister smile on his face.

Cold sweat soaked through the placket, tightening his back, waiting for the cold metallic texture to penetrate his chest, was the only thing Yun Zhao could do at the moment...

When I opened my eyes, there was no tearing sensation that permeated my chest, and there was no blood gushing out of my mouth and nose, only a piece of warmth in my back.

He landed and turned his head, his eyes instantly filled with blood red.

In fact, many times, Yun Zhao has always thought that Dong Sihe's kind of fool is the kind of master who lives a long life and is 100 years old in the villain book, lying on a bamboo chair and patting the armrests, and boasting to his children and grandchildren about the courage of the year.

So when he came back to his senses, he saw Dong Sihe coughing up blood with the tip of the spear piercing his chest, and smirked at himself as usual and said, "Zhao, this time I will lift your hand." ”

Yun Zhao felt that the corners of his eyes were almost unable to hold the rain falling from the sky, and then he saw that the corners of this fool's mouth were still sticking to the white skin, and the rain was even more pouring.

"Dong Sihe, you donkey grass, don't die!" Yun Zhao burst into tears and scolded.

Dong Sihe smiled hard, grabbed the handle of the knife fiercely with both hands, turned over and slanted behind him, set off a bloody light, and laughed heartily: "Lao Tzu swept Sihe today!"