In 1379, there was a largest bloody case since the founding of the country, the two top officials of the imperial court were dismissed, this storm swept all the officials, the blood of the government and the opposition flowed into a river, and finally a prince committed suicide in the palace, the generalissimo of soldiers and horses was beheaded at the mouth of the vegetable market, and more than 50 officials were demoted, or told the old, or imprisoned, or beheaded to end. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The imperial court declared to the outside world that it was the prince of Jin who united with the generalissimo of soldiers and horses to plot rebellion, and was exposed and suppressed.

When the government and the opposition were purged and everyone was in danger, a bloody book appeared, and a rumor spread all over Qingcheng and spread to the whole country at a very fast speed.

Rumors are easy to deteriorate, and the more complex they are, the more difficult it is to maintain. Later, many of the contents of the rumors were no longer credible, and many magical things were added, but the core of the rumor has not changed much, that is, the demon queen in the palace is haunting, confusing the emperor, and cholera is in the opposition.

The minds of the people in the country have changed, and because of the death of Generalissimo Ma, the border is unstable, and the enemy country wants to attack.

Nearly two hundred years after the founding of the People's Republic of China, the imperial court was decaying, and the army was the hardest hit area.

In a year, the turmoil seems to have been quelled, but people with lofty ideals can see that Qingguo is already crumbling. Internally, people's hearts are unstable, in the northwest and south, several people are ready to move, and externally, enemy countries are accumulating strength and are eyeing the tiger.

In the autumn of 1380, outside Qingcheng, a year-long chase was about to end.

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It was cold, it wasn't cold this fall, and then he lost too much blood and hunger, so he continued to lose his body temperature without being able to replenish it.

Huang Yi lay quietly under the tree, covered with some yellow-green hay, a simple camouflage, but also to keep warm. The place had been searched, and it was safe for the time being, and now he didn't have the strength to escape.

After a year of fleeing, he didn't know what the meaning was, one after another loyal subordinates died, and a large number of righteous people he met outside also died. He is like a source of disaster, wherever he goes, people and animals will be wiped out. When he was alive and had become the reason for the death of those around him, he had doubts about the meaning of existence.

If he died at the beginning, it would be the best, and now, when he is burdened with lives and expectations, his life is no longer his own.

Despite the confusion, he still tried to live, couldn't give up, and died like this, and those who sacrificed were meaningless. Fleeing day by day, watching the people around him decrease one by one, the injuries on his body gradually increase, and the space for survival is getting smaller and smaller, he spends every day in wavering and firmness.

Now, he is already alone, with no followers, no friends, no relatives, no capital, and he can't even live long.

One more day, he probably won't be able to hide, there is no hope, there is no need to be confused, and there is no need to think about why he is alive. He was already very tired, physically tired, mentally tired, in fact, as early as the first month of his escape, his mental and physical strength had reached the limit, and he didn't know how he had persevered until now.

When he is tired, he should rest, he should rest, even if he is extremely tired, even if his brain gives commands, his spirit does not relax in the slightest.

There was movement! He was vigilant and highest, distinguishing the sound of approaching, very soft, not human, animal.

Huang Yi still didn't move, and animals that were not large in size generally did not attack humans. He lay on his stomach tightly, and a cold thing crawled up his body, feet, thighs, waist, upper body...... As soon as Huang Yi made a move, a black snake was dragged off his body, not a poisonous snake.

With the food, maybe it can last a few more days, at this time, Huang Yi threw off all his thoughts and directly peeled the skin and ate the meat.

Eat it raw, and to make a fire here is to tell those pursuers his whereabouts, swallowing a snake at great speed, Huang Yi stood up carefully. Even if he didn't know how to go on the road ahead, even if he was still confused in his heart, the habit he developed this year still made him quickly shift his position and find a way to break through the encirclement.

"People have weaknesses, from weaknesses in character to weaknesses in habits, find out the weaknesses of the enemy, and go all out. ”

For three days, he kept avoiding his pursuers, and he was also constantly observing, observing their overall cooperation from the traces he left, and from the information he knew, and from the information that he had exchanged for his life, he found some weaknesses in people's personalities. Then set a trap, wait patiently, thunder out, flee quickly, and everything is incredible.

Leaving the encirclement, the small trick set up could not be delayed for too long, and Huang Yi fled into the mountains again.

Once, he hated that person very much, he put down his identity as the son of the generalissimo, humbly asked for advice, and even let him drive him, but in the end he was taught something casually, and the person ran away.

But I am very suspicious that I am stupid, and I would listen to the words of those Jianghu people and believe that a teenager is a martial arts god.

And now, he was very grateful in his heart, although the man's attitude was very bad, although he really taught him less than seven days, although he was scolded for most of those seven days, but in this year's escape, it was that man who taught him things and allowed him to survive.

It was so simple that there were only a dozen actions, and he once thought that he had been deceived, and the martial arts that he threw aside, made him escape from the siege again and again this year.

seems to be torturing him and making him hate the behavior that he once hated, but it is telling him the truth and allowing him to continue to grow throughout the year. From a pampered son, to now, if the chasing army is reduced by half, he will probably choose to fight back! Fierce and fierce.

It's been a long time, and because of disgust, the memory has long been blurred.

But now, this year's continuous recall, continuous excavation, the memory is still vague, but the person in the memory, those words, have been pulled out little by little, as if the person has been teaching him and guiding him to grow.

"Battles are always fought with the strong, and there has never been a weak attack on the strong, with your strength, against his weakness, so if you want to win, you have to find out where you are stronger than him. ”

Hundreds of chasing soldiers, no matter in the supply of weapons, he does not have an advantage. However, in terms of individual strength, he far surpasses them.

The environment of this primeval forest is harsh, the deeper you go, the more dangerous it is, and the most deadly thing is not humans, but all kinds of poisonous insects and beasts, and no one can survive here for a long time. He does not compare strength with them, but with the ability to survive, to see who is more tenacious and who can live longer!

In two months, he finally proved that he was stronger, he was still alive, but the pursuers were constantly attribution, and finally he was annihilated in one fell swoop at the cost of three stabs in his body.

But he's still on the run, because new pursuers have reappeared, and one after another, and there is no end to them.

That faint king is really obsessed with his life.

Huang Yi grinned, his smile was stiff and ugly, perhaps, his life was the greatest meaning, so that the faint monarch always had a thorn stuck in his throat, so that his depressed breath would always be held in his heart.