There was blood between Chang Geng's lips and teeth, and a slight sip was a mouthful of sweetness.
Ge Fatty just ran a few steps, and he looked like he was about to lose his breath, but this little fat man unexpectedly knew the importance, and was always clutching Chang Geng's sleeve tightly, so that his palms were full of cold and sticky sweat. , Chang Geng, who is obsessed with cleanliness, has no time to throw him away. The two teenagers are like two desperate cubs, struggling to show their childish fangs in the dead end.
The person at the end of the path raised his hand and raised the mask to his forehead, revealing his handsome features.
His cheeks were thin, and there seemed to be a shadow in his slightly sunken eye sockets, reflecting the Central Plains that stretched for thousands of miles. And when his eyes fell on Chang Geng condescendingly, the meaning inside was extremely complicated, as if there was a little nostalgia and a little pride, which made him seem very human.
It's a pity that this bit of humanity is very thin, and it is still covered by deep hatred, like a red line buried in the boundless snow outside the customs. Although it exists, it disappears in a blink of an eye.
The roar of the heavy steel armor came one after another, and the bright heavy armor fell behind the man, and more than 20 barbarian heavy armor came.
There was wind noise behind him, Chang Geng turned his head alertly, his shoulders were pressed first - it was Shen Yi in black armor who came.
Shen Yi's body was stained with more blood, and that black iron body appeared even more dim.
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Fatty Ge didn't know the inside story, and his eyes almost came out of the frame: "Mr. Shen Chen?"
Chang Geng turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood: "That's the general of Xuan Tie Ying, the people around Marquis Anding, don't scream."
Fatty Ge's tongue suddenly twisted into a hemp rope, and thousands of pieces of fat all over his body stuttered in unison: "An, Marquis of An An!"
Shen Yi apologetically stretched out a black iron hand towards Ge Fatxiao.
The hand was as big as the boy's head, and it was still stained with blood. Ge Fatty could close his eyes and shrink his neck, but the iron hand only gently held the back of his head, softer than a feather falling on his head. Not a single hair of his was cut.
Shen Yi blocked the two youngsters behind him, fixed, and turned to the man at the end of the path: "I heard that Lord Getu, the 'head wolf' of the Eighteenth Chapter of the Heavenly Wolf, has an amazing son, his name is"
The barbarian replied indifferently: "Calais - the name of your Central Plains people, it means 'Yinghuo'."
"Prince Yinghuo, be polite." Mr. Shen held on to the cutting wind blade, slowly raised his iron fist on his chest, and used the manners of a barbarian when he entered the village.
The barbarian prince asked: "Ghost crow, report your name."
"No-name soldiers, not worth mentioning," Shen Yi smiled, and asked in his scholarly, very reasonable-sounding whisper, "The Eighteen Northern Barbarians have been courtiers to me for more than ten years, and over the years We have friendly relations, pay tribute to the dynasty, and do business with each other, and we have always been at peace with each other. I think that I have never treated you badly, and I dare to ask you now that you have come uninvited, and the swords and soldiers have reached the unarmed people, women and children, what is the reason?"
Fatty Ge was stunned—Mr. Shen woke up early in the morning wearing a ridiculous apron and scolded around the pot table. At this moment, there was a row of barbarians in front of him, and among his dark and independent black armor, there was a kind of motionless movement. "Thousands of people I will go" trend.
The barbarian prince and Shen Yi looked at each other for a moment, and snorted without smiling.
Then, his eyes fell on Chang Geng again, and he said in the official Daliang dialect: "I just heard from the brothers that there are people from the Xuan Tie Ying in the border city here, and I also said that they were alarmist. It's true, so it seems that another rumor is also true? Is the son born to the woman who was robbed by your Central Plains emperor, really hidden here?"
Chang Geng's heart jumped fiercely.
After the barbarian prince looked at Chang Geng for a while, he didn't seem to have the heart to look at him again.
The tall barbarian raised his head slightly, it was a bit cloudy, the sky was covered with clouds, and he plunged into his abyss-like eyes. He murmured to someone unknown in the sky: "My daughter from the Eighteenth Division of the Heavenly Wolf is the cleanest elf on the prairie, and Tianfeng will kiss her skirt corner, and all creatures will bow their heads when they see her. In the place where she sings and dances, there will be flocks of cattle and sheep in the coming year, the vegetation is lush and lush, and countless flowers will bloom under the feet of Changshengtian.”
There was a peculiar rhythm in his voice, as if humming a pastoral song from the grasslands.
"This general," said the barbarian prince, "you occupied our pastures, hollowed out the hard work of the earth, and robbed our daughters, and now you come to ask me why I came, which is too unreasonable. Did you teach you how to be a robber? Even if it is Xuan Tie Ying, you are the only one here. I advise you to step aside, hand over that little bastard to me, and burn it for Changshengtian to atone for his sins and calm down. The grievance of the defiled woman. I really can't see his face!"
Fatty Ge's heart was always in a mess. Hearing this, he finally understood a few words, and hurriedly asked: "Big brother, is that you?"
Chang Geng said very blankly: "Can you say a few words less?"
"The prince said this." Shen Yi shook his head helplessly, "It's really the wicked who complained first, well, it's not interesting for the two of you to trace the cause of the Northern Expedition fourteen years ago here, just fight if you want."
His words landed like iron nails, and the low walls on both sides of the narrow alley were flattened by those heavy armors that were taller than the walls. Chang Geng and the others were in the middle.
Shen Yi took off a short sword from his body and handed it to Chang Geng: "Be careful, Your Highness."
Mr. Shen speaks politely, but his hands are very dark.
Nearly ten feet of steam spewed from the back of Xuanjia, and the wind-cutting blade in his hand screamed and popped out, like a sharp whirlwind. Being crushed, he was immediately locked in place by heavy armor.
The barbarian prince let out a loud shout and rushed over in the lead, bringing with him a sultry and scorching wind.
Shen Yi greeted him without hesitation, and shouted at Chang Geng and Ge Fat Xiao at the same time, "Run!"
The black armor of the Xuantie Camp is excellent, but it is also too refined - it is said that a set of black armor is more than 40 kilograms lighter than ordinary heavy armor. Shen Yilai is like a weak scholar, far less strong than that barbarian prince. He raised his hands up. The cutting wind blade was able to hold the opponent's collision like a thunderbolt, but the whole person was forced to step back.
The two heavy armors were wrestling, and the surrounding low walls, courtyards, stone houses and even thick trees were all spared, and they fell sparsely.
The barbarian prince shouted: "Leave that little bastard!"
Several heavy-armored barbarians responded, and the snow-white steam flew in all directions, intercepting the two teenagers with a total of three legs.
In front of Chang Geng Hengjian's chest, one leg couldn't bear the strength, so he had to hang limply to one side. His chest was roaring, his heart seemed to burst open, his face was full of gloomy childishness, and the wolfishness hidden in his blood was forced out in the vicious stare of the barbarian warrior—whether the so-called "woman" was him or not The confusing mother, even if it is, what kind of anecdote is burning her son to pay homage to his mother
Fatty Ge wiped his snot, and asked dumbly amid the noise and dust: "Brother, you are really 'His Royal Highness', isn't that developed?"
Chang Geng: "Fuck you, you admit the wrong person - you're going to die, why don't you run?"
Fat Ge raised his chest: "I'm not running, I'm going to follow my big brother, mother!"
Two barbarians rushed over, one of them grabbed Ge Pangxiao, who was still arrogant, and lifted him over his head to kill him.
That fat Ge has small eyes and quick hands, fluttering his limbs like a dying puppy, and hugged the branches of the big tree next to him. In the line of life and death, inhuman strength erupted, and he was actually able to hang himself on the tree.
It is a pity that although he is not human, his pants are still a piece of ordinary cloth, and they are torn off with a "squeak".
I don't know if Ge Fatxiao was in a hurry, or just scared. Seeing the death of his pants, he took advantage of the situation and poured a puddle of boy urine on the face of the heavily-armored barbarian.
The barbarian pushed the mask up and took it straight, without wasting a bit.
The barbarian was crazy, roared on the spot, swept his iron fists, and wanted to kill the little brat, but he suddenly lost control under his feet. It turned out that Chang Geng was dodging the gap between the enemies. in the seams of the legs.
The short sword was worthy of being produced by Xuantieying. It was extremely sharp and cut off one side of the steel armor leggings. The barbarian lost his balance and fell to his knees, blocking his companion impartially. , lightly came over the eaves and walked the wall, heroically picked up the brick on the wall next to him, and shouted at Chang Geng: "Brother, get out of the way!"
The white mist spewed out from Chang Geng's feet, and before he could get up, he let the steel legs drag him to the ground several feet away, and then a big rock fell, hitting the barbarian's steel helmet. The reverberations lingered around the beams for three days.
Fatty Ge: "Pick off my trousers, bastards, let you guys rip off my trousers!"
Chang Geng rolled all over and was about to struggle to get up on one leg when suddenly the back of his neck tightened, and a huge iron hand fell from the sky and lifted him up.
Chang Geng subconsciously touched the iron wrist buckle, but the barbarian did not allow him to take advantage of it, and wanted to slap him on the wall on the spot.
Shen Yi, who was entangled by the barbarian prince, was beyond his reach—
At this moment, a sharp horse neighed, and a splendid iron arrow pierced through the sky like a bamboo, and through the thick steel plate, directly nailed the barbarian who had caught Chang Geng to the low wall.
The low wall was unable to bear the weight of the heavy armor, and collapsed in a rush. Chang Geng slumped in a wreckage. He heard a piercing eagle chirping in the sky. Black shadows hovered in the air, condescendingly shrouded the barbarian prince's eighteen iron men within the range of the longbow and iron arrows.
The barbarian prince suddenly raised his head, his eyes splitting: "Xuan Ying!"
A person not far away replied, "Isn't that right? It's been a long time since I haven't seen you. My Royal Highness, the Third Division of Xuantie, is well."
The voice was so familiar that Chang Geng's whole body was shaken. He knelt in the ruins of stone bricks and rubble, and looked at the man who was wearing light armor and riding a horse in disbelief.
The man was wearing the lightest armor, which was specially used for horseback riding.
He didn't wear a mask, and he casually held his helmet in his hand, revealing a face that had crossed Chang Geng's dreamland by mistake, and the cinnabar mole at the corner of his eye was scorching red.
Fatty Ge squatted on the top of the wall and swayed, almost fell down, and pinched his thigh fiercely: "Mother, aren't you my Sixteenth Uncle?"
"Yeah, eldest nephew," "Shen Shiliu" drove his horse forward indifferently, as if the enemy formation was not in his sight at all. He arrogantly drew a wind-cutting blade from his waist and pushed the barbarian's body away. Turning back, he scolded Fatty Ge on the wall with a small smile, "Little bastard, if you are walking birds on the street, you should find a leaf to cover it up."
Fatty Ge hurriedly stretched out his hand to cover it shyly.
Chang Geng stared at him stubbornly, forgetting where he was for a while.
"Shen Shiliu" met his gaze, turned over and dismounted, slightly bent over, and handed Chang Geng a hand: "Chen Gu Yun, it's too late for the rescue."
Volume One The North Wild Goose Does Not Return
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