It was the end of midsummer, and the whole continent was shrouded in high temperature. Although the vast mountains were close to the sea, due to the terrain, they could not accept the humidity and coolness brought by the sea breeze. There would be such a strong smell of decay, so much palpitation of danger.
The meadow on the top of the mountain looks drier because it is directly facing the sky. In addition, the terrain is extremely dangerous, and there are no large carnivores.
It was almost noon at this time, and the white sun was spraying heat desperately, generously bestowing most of it on this meadow. The light was so intense that the originally blue grass stalks began to reflect Shining white light, one can imagine how high the temperature is.
The small animals have already entered the soil to escape the summer heat, and the birds have returned to their nests in the forest tops on the mountainside, waiting to come back tomorrow morning to find grass seeds for food.
The whole meadow is quiet and quiet, only when the mountain wind blows occasionally, there will be blue and white waves. The background color of porcelain blue in the sky and the comfortable white clouds are watching these waves gently. The whole world is very beautiful. beauty.
It would be more perfect without those two humans and the blood that flowed from those humans.
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With a groan, Fan Xian slowly opened his eyelids covered with sweat and blood. He squinted his eyes and looked at the sky, and found that there seemed to be a spot of light in his pupils that could not be driven away. He didn't realize it. After being exposed to the blazing sun for a long time, I subconsciously stretched out my hand to wave it, but found that my right hand was very heavy. It turned out that I was still holding the heavy sniper tightly in my hand.
He swung with his left hand again, and then a burst of pain penetrated into the marrow of his bones, which made him unable to restrain himself from screaming loudly!
The pain woke him up, and he lowered his eyes slightly, staring at the feathered arrow on his left chest in a daze. All the feathered arrows pierced in, only the last arrow feathers remained outside the body, and blood kept gurgling out, dyeing the black feathers even more bloody.
Slightly bending his left leg, he reluctantly took out the black dagger in his boot with his right hand, and slowly and carefully stretched it down his back, cutting lightly along the tiny gap between his body and the meadow.
The arrow shaft buried deep in the soil was cut off, and his body immediately relaxed a little, but the slight shock caused a sharp pain in his chest, his face turned pale, and he almost cried out again.
Enduring the pain, he used a dagger to cut off most of the arrow feathers protruding from his chest, leaving only a small head, which is convenient for pulling out arrows in the future.
After doing all this, the pain has caused him to shed countless cold sweats, and the sweat even washed all the blood on his face.
He turned his back to the sky, breathed deeply, looked at the blue sky and white clouds in the sky with some lax eyes, and didn't even bother to avoid the glare of the sun, because he felt that there was nothing better in the world than being alive. How regretful I should be if I couldn't see the sun.
Fan Xian's luck was very good, Yan Xiaoyi's arrow hit his left chest accurately, but when the arrow hit the body, Fan Xian pulled the trigger just in time. Although the recoil of the M82A1 was not strong, it still let his The body moved back a bit.
It was this action that made Yan Xiaoyi's arrow hit a bit higher than expected, avoiding the vital point of the heart, and inserted it under the left shoulder.
As for whether Yan Xiaoyi was dead or not, he didn't want to care about it at all. He just felt very tired, and wanted to lie down like this, lying on this soft meadow, on the top of a mountain isolated from the world, enjoying a rare rest. Besides, if Yan Xiaoyi hadn't died, in his current state, he could only be killed.
That being the case, why bother
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But he has to pay attention, because there are still many things waiting for him to do in the world. A moment later, a weak figure appeared on the quiet and suffocating meadow. Fan Xian dragged his seriously injured body, leaned on the sniper rifle, and walked across the meadow step by step towards the pool of blood.
Previously, Fan Xian always felt that 300 meters was too close, so close that it made his hair stand on end. However, at this time, he felt that 300 meters was so far away, so far that it seemed to have no end.
When he walked to Yan Xiaoyi's side, he was so tired that he could hardly stand upright, his legs were trembling constantly, the most precious weapon in the world was supporting his whole body weight, the fine barrel was deep sinking deep into the mud.
Fan Xian didn't care anymore. No matter how powerful a weapon was, it was actually not much different from a walking stick. If a person couldn't throw away the walking stick, he might never be able to walk alone.
He looked at Yan Xiaoyi in the pool of blood, squinted his eyes, frowned, his mood was complicated, he didn't know what kind of emotions he should have.
The blood had already flowed out, seeping into the soil under the green meadow. The upper left part of Yan Xiaoyi's body has completely disappeared, turning into some unidentifiable minced meat, which looks like a tomato that has been squeezed and exploded, the red pulp and pulp are sprayed indiscriminately, Very scary.
Fan Xian had followed Fei Jie to dig graves and admire corpses since he was a child, and he had seen many eerie scenes, but he still couldn't help turning his head away when he saw the scene in front of him.
Obviously, Fan Xian's shot was still crooked, but the powerful power of anti-material weapons was fully demonstrated at this moment. Suffering such a powerful blow, even the strongest in the ninth rank of the world still have to pay the price of their lives.
Fan Xian calmed down, turned his head back, and walked to the side of Yan Xiaoyi's intact head, ready to reach out his hands to close the eyes of this strong man.
However... He saw the dilated pupils, but stopped moving, as if he felt that this person was still alive.
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"Maybe you can still hear me." Fan Xian was silent for a while, then began to speak, with an uncontrollable cough in his voice, "I know you think this is unfair, but things in this world are never fair."
Yan Xiaoyi didn't respond at all, his pupils had already dilated, and he stared at the sky.
Fan Xian was silent for a while and then said, "I didn't kill your son, but Si Gu Jian killed him. I will avenge you in the future."
I don't know why Fan Xian would tell such a lie next to Yan Xiaoyi's body. In fact, his idea was very simple. He felt that this kind of death was unfair to Yan Xiaoyi, and it was a very wronged death for such a talented and strong man. And he knows better what a person thinks before dying.
For example, what is the most important thing in Yan Xiaoyi's heart? If Yan Xiaoyi thinks that he is the murderer who killed Yan Shendu, but Yan Xiaoyi cannot kill himself to avenge his son, this strong man will be extremely sad .
These words are just to calm Yan Xiaoyi's heart. However, Yan Xiaoyi's eyes still did not close. Fan Xian laughed at himself, wondering if he was comforting the dead, or comforting himself
He said softly: "They are right. You are indeed powerful. You can even try to challenge those old monsters. So I have no way to kill you, and I am not the one who killed you."
After a moment of silence, Fan Xian continued: "This thing is called a gun, and it is the essence of a civilization... although this essence is not a good thing for that civilization."
Yan Xiaoyi's eyes still didn't close, but there was a click at the neck bone, and his head tilted, falling into his own flesh and blood. This rank-ninth expert was already dead, just a skeleton shattered by bullets. At this moment, he finally couldn't bear the weight of his head, and fell down like a fallen leaf.
Fan Xian froze for a moment, staring blankly at the dead man's pale, blood-smeared face, not knowing what to say for a long time. After a long time, he looked up at the sky, as if he wanted to find some traces in the blue sky and white clouds.
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A good fighter dies in arms, a good swimmer drowns in water, and a good archer dies in arrows. This is a wise saying that people have summed up. Yan Xiaoyi, who was skilled in arrows, finally died under a handful of Barrett. No matter whether the ending was fair or not, no matter whether the process was absurd or not, the blood and flesh spread all over the ground proved the bloody and nakedness of this truth.
Yan Xiaoyi was the strongest enemy Fan Xian had killed since his rebirth, and he still maintained respect for this pool of flesh and blood on the ground. In particular, this day and night of chasing and killing made him finally understand a truth and figure out one thing at the last moment of life and death. This will undoubtedly play a very important role in his future life.
He is too afraid of death, so he always acts cautiously and gloomyly, and kills decisively without hindrance, but he has never had the bright mood like Haitang, and the obsessive courage like Shisanlang Wang. It wasn't until Yan Xiaoyi forced him to the edge of the cliff that he truly got rid of the darkness in his heart, bravely stood up from the grass, and raised the gun in his hand.
He has since stood up.
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Maintaining his respect for Yan Xiaoyi, after Fan Xian got used to this pool of flesh and blood, he still started to ruthlessly carry on the follow-up work. He took off the gold-threaded longbow next to the opponent's corpse, and dragged the half-dismembered corpse to the edge of the cliff with great effort.
Standing on the edge of the cliff, he measured his position, then slowly squatted down on the ground, picked up a stone, and began to carve the corpse. At this time, the sun was shining brightly, among the blue sky, white clouds and green grass, a handsome and pale young man was holding a stone and kept chopping at the corpse beside him, splashing blood everywhere, the scene looked extremely disgusting.
He pushed half of Yan Xiaoyi's body and the stone off the cliff, and there was no echo for a long time.
After doing all this, he was already exhausted enough, and the severe pain in his chest made him a little unsteady, and he sat down on the ground in a very embarrassing situation, feeling a little dizzy in his head.
He knew that he had to rest and heal his wounds. The remaining minced meat and internal organs in the grass should not be digested by the creatures in this primeval forest in a few days, and he still had to eliminate the traces left by heavy guns.
He coughed twice, the small arrow passing through his heart trembled slightly, and a heart-piercing pain spread, which made him groan.
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Not at the same moment, on the top of Dadong Mountain, far away from the wonderful meadow on the top of the mountain, in the building of the Qing Temple, the Emperor Qing who was besieged in Dadong Mountain watched the faint morning light outside the window fascinated.
"I don't know if that child can return to Kyoto safely." He said slowly. This should be the first time that Emperor Qing showed such tenderness towards Fan Xian in front of outsiders.
The old eunuch Hong smiled slightly, and his deep wrinkles were full of peace, as if there were no five thousand powerful rebels at the foot of the mountain, and there was no great master wearing a hat walking slowly up the ladder.
"Lord Xiao Fan is full of talents, and there are no great people outside Dadongshan." The old eunuch Hong said gently: "The journey should not be difficult, the key is after returning to Beijing."
"Things in the capital are not difficult to deal with." Emperor Qing said with a slight smile, "I like this child more and more. Let's see him again this time."
The old eunuch Hong sighed in his heart, thinking that since he likes it, why bother to doubt and lure him again, how different is this from the way he treated the second prince back then
The emperor stopped talking about the illegitimate son who escaped, turned to look at old eunuch Hong, and said calmly, "This time, I will rely on you."
The old eunuch Hong still hunched over, and after a long silence, he slowly said: "This slave is a slave of the Qing Kingdom. Since the founding of the country, I have always hoped that my Daqing Dynasty can rule the world. It is the luck of this old slave to serve His Majesty. "
This is not a show of loyalty. There is no need for these superfluous words between the emperor and the old eunuch. But to this day, with the army encircling the mountain, the old eunuch Hong still spoke slowly, as if eagerly wanting to tell the emperor what he was thinking.
The emperor looked at Hong Sixian quietly, his expression gradually becoming serious. After a long while, he raised his hands and bowed down to the old eunuch Hong.
It is of course an unimaginable scene to salute a eunuch in the supreme status of the emperor. However, Hong Siyou was indifferent, and accepted the gift calmly and even indifferently.
The emperor straightened up, with a resolute expression on his face, and said: "I promised you, I promised Qing, I promised the world... In the future, I will let you see."
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It was already dawn, and the thick fog had cleared away. The rebel camp is on the hillside behind a few rows of green trees at the foot of Dadong Mountain. The rebel commander in black is calmly watching the movement at the mountain gate. His peaceful eyes are full of peace, without any excitement or high spirits. .
"No more attacks, it's useless." The commander-in-chief in black said calmly to the people around him, as if he was talking about something short-lived, his attitude was gentle but unquestionable.
Yun Zhilan, who was carrying a long sword on his back, glanced at the mysterious figure and frowned slightly. Although he did not agree with the other party's judgment, he did not speak out to refute it. The siege of Dadongshan this time was like a wind and thunder destined to shake the world. As a master of swordsmanship, Yun Zhilan didn't want to have the slightest influence on the overall situation because of himself.
There was silence at the mountain gate, and the remaining hundreds of forbidden troops had withdrawn behind the mountain gate. However, the five thousand longbowmen of the rebel army attacked several times, but they were all repulsed by the defensive forces in the forest. And this time the offensive was launched by the attacking force with the masters of Dongyi City as the core.
Yun Zhilan had very strong confidence in the strength of the children of Jianlu, and thought that if they led the archers to attack, even if the most powerful tiger guards of Emperor Qing were hidden in the forest behind the mountain gate, they would always be torn open. .
What's more, the most powerful in the Imperial Army... Junior Brother, when he faces his fellow disciples in Dongyi City, is he going to continue to fight
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In the morning, the birds were startled, and rushed out of the forest with a clatter, and tore off a few green leaves. From this, one can imagine the frightened appearance of those birds who had rested all night.
What startles the birds is the snow that shines like the sky.
A piece of snow is a knife.
A long knife that kills without mercy.
The sky was full of snow light, I don't know how many soul-devouring long knives danced at the same time to create such a bleak and terrifying scene.
The sword energy in the forest is vertical and horizontal, and it is sprayed out thoroughly in an instant, invading the usually strong, but now extremely fragile trees, peeling off countless bark and trunks, and shooting out cracklingly, hitting the soil. There was a popping sound.
Countless grunts and screams rang out in an instant, and the blood in the woods was scattered freely, and the stumps and broken arms were thrown away towards the sky and fell towards the ground. The encounter on the first day of the junior high school was so brutal. It can also be seen that when the swordsmen were forced into the final predicament, they finally broke out with the most powerful strength.
Yun Zhilan's pupils shrank, knowing that the judgment of the commander in black was indeed correct, he didn't dare to wait any longer, and waved his hand to issue a command arrow.
The masters of Dongyi City led the surviving rebel soldiers and retreated reluctantly from the forest. Judging by the momentum, it seems more appropriate to call it a rout.
In just a few breaths of blocking battle, the rebel army who attacked the mountain gate suffered 70% casualties, and even the masters of Dongyi City lost five people.
Yun Zhilan's heart ached and he didn't know what to say. Dongyi City didn't have as many soldiers as Nanqing and Beiqi. The most powerful group of swordsmen were the swordsmen cultivated in the sword house. Even if only five people died, it would still be a heavy blow.
He knew that the defensive force around Emperor Qing was naturally quite terrifying, but he never expected that the other side's guarding the mountain would be so powerful.
"It's the tiger guard." The man in black on the horse looked at him and said calmly: "It is said that the seven tiger guards around Mr. Fan can force Miss Haitang back... and this quiet Dadong Mountain."
He smiled slightly: "There are one hundred tiger guards."