He was a captain of ten thousand men, and his rank was much higher than that of Anhan. Anhan hurriedly said: "This is the son of the fourth prince. We dare not..."
The Chief Ten Thousands was furious: "If you can't kill the little prince, why can't you kill these two barbarians?"
Before he finished speaking, he struck at Hua Rong with his knife. Zhahe screamed, got off his horse, stopped in front of Hua Rong, and pushed her hard.
"Kill, kill these two people quickly, the general has an order, no one is allowed to escape, kill..."
Hua Rong felt a sudden surge of heat on his face, and his eyes were blurred. His heart felt like a hole was broken, and he suddenly became clear. This time, it was definitely not like the last time. He could still fly forward to rescue his son - no! This time it’s Zhahe’s blood!
It was the blood of this foreign man that was splattered all over his face and body.
"Brother... you run away..."
He was so angry that after saying just this, his tall body fell down and his voice stopped abruptly.
"Zhahe..."
"Uncle Zhahe..."
Hua Rong rushed over and didn't know where the strength came from. He grabbed Zhahe's arm, tried his best to help him up and ran. At this time, his mind was in chaos, and he completely lost the energy to think or even grieve. He only knew to run forward. Go down and never stop.
Lu Wenlong restrained Hei Yueguang and shouted loudly: "Mom, help Uncle Zhahe come up quickly, hurry up..." At this moment, he seemed to become a complete adult, kept calm, urged the horse forward, jumped off the horse, and used He tried his best to lift him up and close the horse's back.
"Mom, come up..."
"Wenlong, leave now, quickly!"
He looked into his mother's eyes and saw only a blood-red look, so terrifying. He didn't dare to resist at all, so he mounted his horse, whipped his horse, held on to Zhahe's swaying body, and rushed out.
All this happened so fast that Anhan and others didn't even have time to react. It was Zhahe who fell, why Zhahe? The captain was also stunned for a moment, but he immediately reacted: "Chase, chase quickly..."
"Their horses are moving too fast and they can't catch up."
"Shoot arrows, you can only shoot arrows..."
"Don't shoot arrows, it will hurt the little prince."
"Is he really the little prince?"
"Oh my God, that's Black Moonlight. Black Moonlight is indeed the little prince. I heard that the little prince's mother gave him a horse called Black Moonlight..."
During this dispute, the black moonlight rushed like a whirlwind into the shallow water of the Hua Rong River. Countless Jin troops immediately surrounded Hua Rong. She stood there, looking at these wolf-like and tiger-like Jin troops, her teeth chattering. He still held the bow and arrow firmly in his hand, preparing for the final blow.
The captain laughed loudly: "Okay, we have captured the leader of the savages. We have accomplished a great feat..."
"No, sir, there are enemies coming to kill..."
The captain turned around and saw a group of elite warriors coming out of the watering flower river. They were the warriors of the Serpent Tribe. After they moved the children to a safe place, they immediately came back to greet everyone.
"Quickly, stop them quickly."
"Quickly, take down this barbarian first..."
Hua Rong also saw clearly and became energetic. Hearing his son's voice and the sound of horse hooves in the black moonlight, he handed Zhahe to the big snake, turned around and killed him, and shouted loudly in Jurchen language: "Don't kill my mother, who can If you kill my mother, I must make my father kill him... Stop, you guys stop... "
He already knew that these people would not kill him, so he became bold and rushed over. He bent down on the horse and stretched out his hand to grab Hua Rong: "Mom, get on the horse quickly..."
Hua Rong jumped on his horse, and Black Moonlight rushed behind him. Everyone threw rat-proof weapons and chased them all the way into the flower-watering river. When the big snake saw Hua Rong escaping, and was about to greet her, Hua Rong shouted: "Quickly retreat, quick..."
The enemy was outnumbered and we were outnumbered. The big snake did not dare to fight anymore and immediately ordered everyone to retreat to the Sly River.
This area is a shallow water area. It has only rained a few times this year and it has only been short-lived. The river water has not yet gathered in large quantities. As soon as the horses crossed the river, the Jin army immediately chased them.
This group of Jin soldiers were chasing after them like flies. Once they crossed the river, they would surely catch up with them and the entire army would be annihilated. Hua Rong turned around and looked back, only to see that the distance between the two sides was very close. The horses also began to cross the river.
Seeing that the situation was very critical, Jin Jun suddenly screamed and kept retreating. Hua Rong heard the screams and saw Jin Jun's horses falling down one after another. Jin Jun fell into the water one by one, screaming again and again. She was shocked. I was so frightened that I couldn't help but look into the water. At this sight, I almost lost my mind. I saw that the river was densely packed with countless green, brown, cyan, and yellow slender bodies squirming. They were all snakes, snakes from the big snake tribe.
It turned out that the fire drove the snakes in the jungle into the river. Fortunately, the ancestors of the big snake tribe were accustomed to snakes, and these snakes did not attack them and their horses. However, for other strangers who intruded, they smelled They were rude when they saw the strange smell. The snake's body curled up with the horse's legs, and it spat out a long letter. The golden army and the war horse suddenly became the delicacies on the plates of these snakes.
Lu Wenlong also discovered the snakes squirming under his feet. It was the first time he saw so many snakes. He was so frightened that he trembled and trembled. He was even more frightened than Jin Jun's pursuit: "Mom... it's over, mom... we are going to die too... "
Hua Rong held his shoulder. He was a child after all. With his fierce courage, he was now frightened out of his mind by the snakes. She also looked at the snakes in the river and the black moonlight, which was not attacked at all. The fear in my heart has turned into a strong feeling of joy and gratitude for the rest of my life: I have never thought these snakes are so beautiful and amiable in my life. Only then did I understand the true origin of the "Orochi Tribe". The Orochi is indeed their loyal and lucky patron saint. .
Her voice was also trembling: "Son, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, these snakes are here to save us, they are the ones who saved us."
Behind them, the Jin army no longer dared to pursue, so they stood far across the river and fired arrows. Unfortunately, the distance was too far, and the arrows lost their power and fell into the river one after another. Some Jin soldiers simply shot the snakes into the river. Unfortunately, these snakes squirm very fast and form groups, sometimes on the water and sometimes under the water. You can't hit even one or two out of ten.
Black Moonlight finally came ashore, and behind him, the snakes and the Jin army disappeared.
Hua Rong's eyes chased the big snake at the front. The two warriors carried Zhahe and walked through the jungle as fast as flying. After passing through this jungle and out of the grassland, they could catch up with the large army.
Hua Rong rode forward. At this time, because Zhahe had lost too much blood, the two had to put him down. The witch doctor of the tribe hurriedly came forward, squatted next to him, and took some strange medicine and fed it to him. He closed his mouth and stopped again. He couldn't feed anything anymore.
Hua Rong jumped off the horse, her legs suddenly lost strength, and she didn't dare to look at the man lying on the ground opposite. His face was like gold paper, and he was completely unconscious.
The big snake also arrived, lowered his head, looked at Zhahe with a sad face, and whispered: "He is a warrior, he saved many of us."
Only Lu Wenlong still had the courage and burst into tears: "Mom, Uncle Zhahe will not die, he will not die..."
Hua Rong's eyelids could hardly be opened, his flesh and blood were blurred, and his tears were blurry. He moved his eyes away from the witch doctor with difficulty and looked at the knife that hit the vest and passed through his chest. Obviously, even the Daluo Immortal would not survive.
She staggered, her legs went weak, and she fell to the ground, unable to even cry.
The witch doctor waved the medicine bottle, and some strange red liquid dripped on his lips. His dry lips moved a few times, and his eyes slowly opened, and they suddenly became radiant.
Hua Rong was overjoyed, stretched out her hand and gently supported him. Lu Wenlong almost jumped up: "Oh my God, Mom, Uncle Zhahe is awake, he is awake, he will not die..."
There was a smile on Zhahe's face, his eyes were so bright, and his voice was very clear: "Brother, it's great that you are still alive."
Hua Rong was trembling all over, and she didn't know whether it was because Zhahe was overwhelmed by his weight or because his heart was beating too fast.
"Zhahe, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for you..."
Zhahe looked at her, his eyes full of pity and sorrow: "Little brother, I am willing to follow you and avenge you. Unfortunately, I can't do it anymore. I can't help you take care of Wenlong and The little tiger’s head is gone…”
"Zhahe..." Hua Rong was speechless, her chest was blocked and she couldn't breathe.
Zhahe's bright eyes slowly dimmed: "Brother, I really want to protect you... I really want to, but I can't do it. I'm really... really worried... "
"Uncle Zhahe, as long as you live, you still have to teach me martial arts..."
"Wenlong, you must honor your mother from now on..."
"I know, Uncle Zhahe, I will listen to you in the future. Oh, as long as you get better... we can go hunting together..."
Lu Wenlong's joyful voice stopped suddenly, Zha He tilted his head, and closed his eyes completely.
It was a reflection of light, the last touch of comfort before death.
Hua Rong's hands became so cold in an instant, and the heavy body in his arms completely defeated her in an instant. She fell heavily to the ground, with stars in her eyes and a heartbreaking cry in her ears. The sound was a wild girl rushing over crazily, wailing hysterically: "Zhahe, Zhahe..."
The arms were empty, and the body that was gradually losing its temperature was already in the girl's hands. Gritting her teeth and shedding tears, she actually hugged the tall body and cried crazily: "Zhahe... wuwu... Zhahe... "
Hua Rong fell to the ground and watched her grief-stricken body whistling in the forest, and suddenly remembered the promise she made in the past:
"Zhahe, when life becomes more peaceful, I will get you married and start a family."
"Zhahe, I will definitely find a virtuous woman for you."
The words are still in my ears, but the person has gone far away.
He has selfish motives, the road to revenge is so long, and the enemy he has to deal with is so powerful. Zhao Deji and Jin Wushu cannot do it with their own strength alone. It took almost a year for the scars all over the body to heal in the battle of Lin'an. The pain is so deep in his bones that he can't even take care of his son. He is dying and has no one to rely on. King Qin wants to marry a wife and have children to have his own world. The "great cause" planned for him by his loyal advisers cannot accommodate him. - No matter how much I want to rely on him, it is unrealistic and unreliable; and it is a good thing that Jin Wushu is not an enemy, so how can I hope for it
Meeting the Orochi tribe is like a life-saving straw, so I want to catch it at all costs and have my first armed force. Then, one day, a spark will start a prairie fire. Only a strong army can bring revenge and confrontation. A weapon of tyranny.