Night falls, and the winter land is cold.
A fire broke out in a ruined village, mixed with strange laughter.
The light of the fire reflected a dozen cavalry walking through it, setting fire to the houses they saw as they went.
The village was obviously empty, either running away or dead, but even though it was an empty village, they were going to burn everything they could.
Tents were erected outside the village, and the village in front of them seemed to be a bonfire in front of them with fireworks burning in the night.
The armor was removed, the women on their horses were torn off, their flesh was burned on the fire, and the women let out terrible screams.
Two old and young, lying under the ravine next to the burning house, looked confused and desperate.
The people in the village were all dead except for those who escaped, and they escaped by hiding in the cellar and being covered by the corpses of their families, and they encountered this scene when they crawled out of the cellar.
This is Kaide Mansion, this is not the realm of the Jin people, they are so rampant with only a dozen people.
Rampant until midnight, more than a dozen people dared to camp at a distance from Kaidefu City.
Looking at the burning village and listening to the screams of the women over there, the old man burst into tears, covering the mouth of the child in his arms, lest he make a sound.
What about Zhou Bing Zhou Bing who came to the rescue A hand suddenly stretched out behind him.
In this dark night, he appeared silently like a ghost, and the old man was frightened, and the hand had already pressed his mouth.
The sound was choked in the slightest.
"Don't be afraid, chopping wood."
A deep voice in my ears rang out.
The old man's mind was blank, and he saw that the man was already lying beside him, and by the light of the fire he could see that it was a young man, his face was gray, and only a pair of eyes were as bright as stars.
He held a crossbow in one hand, and as he spoke, he aimed at the Jin army in the clearing.
What he wanted to do The old man's thoughts flashed, and he heard a buzzing sound, a heavy arrow left the string, and with the sound, he saw a golden soldier who was holding a woman doing evil screamed, and the person rushed forward and lay on the ground and convulsed twice.
The camp that was originally laughing suddenly became chaotic, and more than a dozen golden soldiers jumped up and grabbed the weapons around them, screaming and cursing and looking around.
The old man trembled.
Too bold, too bold.
This sneak attack can only kill one person, and then it will alarm these wolf-like golden soldiers.
The old man looked at the young man beside him, he came and went freely, and he could escape immediately if he succeeded, but he and his grandson couldn't run.
If you can't run, you can't run, at least seeing a golden soldier killed with your own eyes is enough to comfort.
He is useless when he is old, he can't kill the enemy, it's useless to live, but this young man must live, he can kill the enemy and take revenge.
"Go away, I'll lead them away," the old man said.
The young man didn't know whether he understood or not, and let go of his hand, but instead of turning around and running away as the old man thought, he jumped towards the group of golden soldiers.
He's crazy The old man couldn't shout, and hugged his grandson in his arms, scared and sad and crying.
This young man is estimated to be ruined, and he is desperate for revenge, and he doesn't want to live.
The young man had already collided with the golden soldier who had spotted him head-on.
Under the light of the fire, the crossbow machine in his hand had been replaced by a large knife.
The young man's movements were extremely fast, and when he rushed in front of those golden soldiers, the long-handled knife in the hand of one of the golden soldiers had not yet been waved.
There was a muffled pop, and the knife in the young man's hand had pierced his heart, and the golden soldier roared, and the person was also thrown aside and smashed on the other golden soldier.
Both screamed and fell.
The young man didn't chase and kill to make up for the knife, the person had already turned around, and the knife in his hand still carried the blood of the golden soldier in Shicai, so he accurately cut the neck of the golden soldier who was raised behind him to reveal the hideous golden soldier.
The golden soldier didn't say a word, and he had already swirled and fell backwards.
In the blink of an eye, one action was done in one go, killing two golden soldiers, and the old man who was hiding on the side almost didn't see it clearly.
What a great young man The old man's scalp was numb and almost suffocated.
Such a powerful young man, don't die.
But is this possible There were twelve golden soldiers, but he was only one man.
With his thoughts, the young man was already entangled with the rest of the golden soldiers.
The golden soldiers were also red-eyed, shouting and scolding.
The firelight jumped, the night was dim, and the old man only felt that his ears were buzzing and his eyes were dazzled, and he only saw one golden soldier after another falling.
Splitting the head, stabbing the chest, cutting the throat, one person with one knife, one knife kills, the knife does not fail, one person is worth ten people.
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The old man was stunned, as were the women who had been plundered nearby, and finally even the surviving remaining Jin soldiers were stunned.
Fear appeared on the faces of the two golden soldiers, who had always been arrogant and fierce.
The fear made one of them stumble, and the knife in the young man's hand slashed at his shoulder, almost to his heart.
Compared to the others who died in an instant with a fatal stab, this golden soldier's screams were loud and long-lasting.
The others rolled on the ground, and the screams were deafening, and they also shattered the mind of the last golden soldier.
"Sneak attack."
He shouted a Chinese phrase in a strange accent, turned and ran towards the horse.
But it was still a step too late, and as soon as he turned around, the knife in the young man's hand flew over and stabbed him in the back of the heart, and with a scream, he threw himself on the ground and convulsed.
The young man then stepped forward, stepped on the golden soldier's back, and pulled out his knife violently, and blood splattered all over his body.
"How fresh, don't sneak attack, Lao Tzu will report to you first."
He sneered.
The fire in the village was still crackling, and the occasional sound of the wall collapsing, but otherwise everything was calm.
The calm was short-lived, and a moment later the women who had survived wept.
"Benefactor, benefactor."
They wept and shouted and bowed to the young man.
The old man who was hiding on the side also stumbled over with his child in his arms.
But the young man didn't seem to have time to pay attention to them, just rummaged through the dead Jin Bing, and didn't seem to find anything satisfactory, and cursed in his mouth.
"I'm really poor."
The old man who approached with the child in his arms heard him say this.
When he dies poor, is he going to find anything to find gold, silver, and jewelry?
Do you still need to care about this?
"Benefactor."
The old man said in a trembling voice, kneeling down and kowtowing while holding his grandson.
But the young man got up and walked away.
"Let's go."
"I don't have the time or the time to escort you to safety," he said. ” Before the old man and the women could say anything, the man had already rushed into the night, blinking as if he had come.
If it weren't for the Jin Bing lying on the ground, everyone would have suspected that it was a dream.
"Who is he?"
asked a woman crying.
It is said that it is officers and soldiers, but it is really unseen that the officers and soldiers who act alone and dare to fight against twelve people alone.
If the officers and soldiers were so powerful, why would they have fallen into this situation.
The old man vaguely thought of what the young man had said in his ear when he first appeared.
"He said he was chopping wood."
He muttered.
This woodcutter in the countryside can be so powerful.
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