The eyes of the young man and the murderer met in a narrow way, and the young wolf's claws had not had time to sharpen, but his ferocity seemed to be innate.
This may be an innate disposition. When people are caught in a fatal situation, there are two kinds of people who will fight and resist. One kind of people thinks carefully, or out of morality, duty, integrity, or after weighing the pros and cons, He did it as a last resort. It was not that he did not know fear in his heart, but that his conscience or reason could overcome this fear. This was true courage.
There is another kind of person who doesn’t think about anything in his heart, everything is motivated by energy, can be angry, can be full of fighting spirit, even if he vaguely understands that his resistance will lead to more terrible results, he cannot restrain himself from the enemy. Craving for a piece of meat.
At this moment, Chang Geng undoubtedly belonged to the latter, and perhaps the word "terrifying" was enough to irritate him.
Looking back on those years, it was more than Xiuniang who was always at war between heaven and man. It was the same with Chang Geng. Xiu Niang finally didn't kill him, maybe it was because the half of him belonged to her sister's bloodline, and Chang Geng finally didn't kill her, maybe it was her. In the long torment, in the end there is still a kind of nurturing for him.
The scar-faced barbarian seemed to be stabbed by his gaze, he raised a big fist in anger, and planned to smash Chang Geng to the ground.
At this moment, a roar suddenly came from outside the door, and a barbarian guarding the door flew out, knocking down half of the room.
The dark embroidery room suddenly lit up, and the intense sunlight poured in. Chang Geng narrowed his eyes, but he didn't see the cold light, and heard the screams first.
The scar-faced barbarian pinched Chang Geng's iron arm and the inner arm was cut off mercilessly. Chang Geng's foot was empty, and he involuntarily leaned to one side. The next moment, he was gently embraced by another heavily armored iron arm. up.
In Mr. Shen's yard, there will always be a few steel armors that have been dismantled in a mess, but the heavy armor is expensive and generally not maintained by the civilian long-armed divisions - neither are Xu Baihu's related households.
Only once, a heavy armor completely blew the lamp and pulled out the wax, and was about to be dealt with in General Slope. Mr. Shen asked for it privately with a familiar face. He went home and took the old broken steel armor bit by bit with great enthusiasm. Take it apart and tell Chang Geng inside and out.
Chang Geng still remembers what he said, when a person wears heavy armor, he will be able to smash a few horses to death and knock down a few fences. It's not easy, as long as a little entry is needed, a child can do it. .
And the hardest thing is not being able to carry the tripod.
The strongest armored warriors are those who wear heavy armor and still be able to thread the thinnest thread through the nose of an embroidery needle.
The steel armor on the visitor's body is different from that of the barbarian warriors. It seems to be thinner and thinner. The surface of the armor does not have the layer of bright silver light, it looks dark and inconspicuous. He lightly patted Chang Geng's back, placed the boy on the shoulders of heavy armor, and said in a low voice, "Don't be afraid."
The sound came from behind the iron mask, a little distorted, but Chang Geng turned his head sharply and stared thoughtfully at the iron mask that was covered tightly.
Until this time, the barbarians at the door finally reacted, and rushed in in a swarm, with the scarred face as the center, spread out in a circle, and surrounded the Hei Armor and Chang Geng.
The man in black armor was holding Chang Geng on his shoulder in one hand, and in the other hand, he held a bare "long stick".
Just now, the blow that he suddenly chopped off Scarface's arm was too fast, Chang Geng couldn't see it clearly - could it be that his weapon was this broken iron rod
Scar's face was covered in cold sweat, his face was ashen, he took two steps back alertly, and said in a low voice: "Xuanjia, you are one of those ghost crows."
Chang Geng didn't react at first, and after a while, his spine froze suddenly—Ghost Crow!
By the way, fourteen years ago, during the Northern Expedition, the Xuantie Battalion drove straight into the Beiman prairie, like a black whirlwind. The barbarians feared and hated them, so they called them "ghost crows".
The Heijia man ignored it, just instructed Chang Geng indifferently, "Hold on tight."
Scarface shouted loudly, and four barbarian warriors followed him well-trained, with swords and guns on all sides, the dark purple light flashed under the black armored man's feet, and dexterously drilled out of the gap between the swords and jumped up. He jumped and landed on the dilapidated roof of the Xu family. As soon as his footsteps settled, his left shoulder carrying Chang Geng barely moved, but his right body spun out at a dazzling speed, and the "iron rod" in his hand instantly became A phantom.
Chang Geng forced his eyes wide open, only to see a circle of phantom-like blades appearing at the end of the "stick" in the hand of the black armored man, swooping down like a whirlwind. With a knife in the chest, the golden box at the mouth of the heart burst instantly, and the Zi Liujin inside burst into a terrifying fire, and the behemoth was blown apart.
Hot blood splattered on Chang Geng's face, he controlled himself to the maximum extent, barely maintaining his calm emotion, but his hand tightly clasped the corner of the shoulder of the black armored man.
This is the legendary Mysterious Iron Battalion that can stand as a hundred and is invincible.
Several barbarians saw the disparity in strength between the two sides and did not dare to fight alone. Several people exchanged glances, and at the same time ran out of Xiu Niang's hut, jumped up the roof from several directions, and rushed to the feet of the black armored man. He slashed at the joints of his legs, one of them smashed his sword to the top of his head, blocking the path of his ascent, and another blocked his back and pointed directly at the golden box of black armor.
Scarface with a broken arm withdrew ten paces away, raised one arm, opened one end of the iron arm, and a sinister arrow was about to move, aiming at Chang Geng on the shoulder of the man in black armor.
These barbarians hunted together since they were young, and they cooperated almost seamlessly.
The killing intent in the sky was transpiring in the white steam, making every single hair stand upright.
Chang Geng finally understood the "stick" in the hand of the man in black armor. When it was driven at high speed, three or four pieces of black iron blades about a foot long spewed out from one end of the stick along with thin steam. , the sharp blade will quickly disappear into the other side and hide, and when it moves and retracts, the blade makes a full circle, like a terrible meat grinder.
At this moment, Chang Geng's foot was suddenly empty, and the man in black armor pushed him from his shoulder into the crook of his arm. He pressed his entire body against the chest of the pair of heavy armor, and bent back abruptly.
Chang Geng was terrified—letting his weight aside, the heavy armor alone must have weighed hundreds of kilograms. After bending and folding, the entire weight would rest on the waist of the black armored man, and his waist would not be damaged by the steel armor. Is it alive and pressing
The man in black armor turned down and turned back, made a neat spin in the air, and jumped off the roof with Chang Geng in his arms, just in time to pass the arrow shot by the Scar Barbarian at him.
The light on the cutting wind blade condensed into a line, but the rabbits rose and fell, killing another person, beheading one person's legs, and then the steam burst from the steel armored leggings under the feet of the black armored man, pushing the heavy armor forward, and in a blink of an eye, others were already there. dozens of feet away.
It seemed like an easy task for him to deal with a few barbarian armoured soldiers, but it was because of Chang Geng that he did not entangle with them.
"I'll take you out of the city first." The man in black armor still said calmly, "It's too messy here, your mother's business, please forgive me."
Chang Geng leaned on him and was silent for a while before saying, "My mother committed suicide by taking poison. She has always been in contact with the barbarians outside the gate, maybe she is a spy of the barbarians."
The man in black armor didn't say a word, and he didn't seem to be very surprised.
"What you saved is the son of a barbarian spy, it's a loss," Chang Geng paused, and then revealed the identity of the other party, "Mr. Shen."
A cluster of thin white steam emerged from the ears of the man in black armor, and the black iron mask was pushed up, revealing Shen Yi's weak and scholar-like face.
"There was a betrayal on the Northern Tour Juyuan," Shen Yi said, "I thought that the traitor was Brother Xu, but now it seems that Xiu Niang committed suicide because she was sorry for her husband. I think Brother Xu may have died for the country, and I don't know about it until I die. You should also mourn."
"Looks like you already knew it," Chang Geng whispered, "Who are you?"
Shen Yi: "The last general is under the command of Xuan Tieying, the direct descendant of Commander Gu."
Under the command of Xuantieying, he was directly descended from Gu Yun, Marquis of Anding.
Chang Geng chewed this sentence several times in his heart, feeling very slight - he had just learned that he was not born to her mother, and that her mother who was inseparable from the door was a barbarian spy. The poor and sour scholar who can never be washed clean is the general of the Xuan Tie Ying.
What about sixteen
Chang Geng thought with a wry smile, even if someone told him now that his foster father was Gu Dashuai, or even the emperor, he would not have the strength to be surprised.
"Why do the generals under Gu Shuai live in seclusion in our backcountry? Why do you want to save me, the son of a barbarian woman?" Chang Geng asked these two questions. Realizing that he might lose control, he immediately wanted to keep his mouth shut, but unfortunately, Still couldn't stop the last extra question from squeezing out between his teeth, "Where's Shen Shiliu?"
Chang Geng asked, there was an indescribable sadness in his heart, and he has reached this stage of the field. He still thinks about Shen Shiliu in his heart. He knows that he doesn't know who is a big man who went on patrol in a small uniform, but he is still worried that his eyes are not good and his ears are back, will he? If you are accidentally injured by a sword outside, will you find a place to hide
He couldn't even help thinking: "Why did Mr. Shen come to me? Why didn't Sixteen come?"
The screams of killing shook the sky, the figure of the giant kite enveloped the entire Yanhui town, and the white rainbow arrows appeared and appeared from time to time like ghosts. I don't know who was on fire in the distance, and the fire spread quickly. Shen Yi was indifferent and turned a blind eye to everything. Like a bird swimming and a fish, dodging the current arrow in the chaos: "Your Highness, please sit still."
Chang Geng said indifferently, "What do you call me?"
Shen Yi said calmly: "Fourteen years ago, when His Majesty was on a tour of the south, the imperial concubine was pregnant with Liujia and guarded the palace alone. When the mob rebelled, the noble concubine was weak, and in the chaos, she desperately gave birth to Her Highness, and finally failed to see Tianyan again."
"The sister of the imperial concubine took His Highness to escape, and the news has been cut off since then. Over the years, the Emperor has sent countless people to search privately, always believing that His Highness has been killed—until three years ago, there was a little clue, and he sent us to welcome him." Shen Yi Briefly explained a few words, "I have not been able to identify myself, please atone for your highness."
Chang Geng couldn't help laughing and laughing. He felt that Mr. Shen's brain might be filled with oil, and he couldn't make up a story. According to him, Xiuniang was the sister of that noble concubine? Could it be that the imperial concubine is also a barbarian
Besides, when the emperor sent someone to find his son, would he just send two people? Even if the emperor was so poor, the Manchu civil and military could only send two people, why haven't these two revealed their identities for more than two years
Huqi's Xuantieying general lives next door, doesn't she know that Xiu Niang has been secretly negotiating terms with the barbarians? Why not stop it
Chang Geng interrupted him: "You have mistaken someone."
Shen Yi: "Your Highness"
"I admit the wrong person!" Chang Geng was exhausted, and suddenly he no longer wanted to entangle with these people who were full of lies, "Put me down, I'm a little bastard who was born by that barbarian woman who didn't know which mountain bandit to marry, how can I let Xuan Tie go? The general of the battalion is in danger and rescue? How can I recognize you big men as adoptive fathers?"
Hearing the last sentence, Shen Yi couldn't help but sigh, feeling that 70% to 80% of Chang Geng's fire was aimed at Shen Shiliu, and he seemed to be implicated and angered.
He gently squeezed Chang Geng's stomping foot: "The last general is rude—His Royal Highness's right little toe is slightly bent than others, exactly like His Majesty.
Chang Geng pulled his feet back suddenly, his heart getting colder.
He clearly remembered this matter, the foot was not born, it was smashed by Xiu Niang when he was a child, she ignored his cry, smashed one of his toes alive, and then used the method of wrapping a woman's foot to smash him The toes are bent deformed.
Bullshit phoenix dragon grandson, can this also be fabricated
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