"It's on fire?"
Alu almost fell down in fright.
Although he was naughty and mischievous, often making his mother angry and playing tricks on his uncles in the tribe, in his heart, the tribe was his home and everyone was his family. When the thought of "fire" came to his mind, he could not help but speed up his pace.
While running, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Fire!"
There is little rain and dryness during the winter months, so it is easy for water to leak.
The air in his chest became thinner as he ran and shouted violently, and gradually he felt the burning sensation of being licked by a flame. He was sweating profusely and felt hot all over. But he didn't care about his own discomfort. There was only one thought in his mind: Go back quickly!
However, when he was less than fifty feet away from the tribe, he saw a blurry figure swaying in the dazzling firelight, and he vaguely saw a familiar figure falling down, accompanied by a short scream. Aru was frightened by this scene.
He fell forward suddenly and fell to the ground.
Hiding his body behind the lush weeds.
After crawling little by little to the pile of dry grass that could barely serve as a shelter, he was so frightened that he forgot to breathe. He carefully stuck his head out, and after seeing clearly, tears quickly welled up in his eyes.
What does he see at this moment
A group of strange and brutal enemies broke into the tribe and massacred everyone. They were the ones who set the fire!
Because of the distance, Alu couldn't see clearly, but with his familiarity with the tribesmen, he could judge their identities by their blurry shadows. As blood spurted from fatal wounds and splashed all over the tent, they also fell down with screams.
Every one, every one...
They are all Alu’s most familiar relatives!
Facing the enemy's brutality, they only had time to scream before falling down, including Zayebo, a garrison soldier wearing half a set of armor. Zayebo was a garrison soldier sent by the royal court to the tribe, and it was said that he was also a warrior from his own tribe.
At a young age, he was already a third-class hairpin owl, the second-in-command of the garrison. He was well-informed, brave and strong, and he always returned with a full load on several hunting trips. The adults said that he got all four wives in his family with his own ability, and he had twelve children in five years, making him a well-deserved "rich family" in the tribe. Therefore, the children in the tribe all admired this Zayebe, and Alu also envied his strength.
Aru remembered that just yesterday, he went to Zayebe's house to ask for food, and Zayebe and his gentle and beautiful aunt smiled and told him that the thirteenth child was about to be born... From now on, Aru would give the child a name and teach him how to ride a horse.
Unexpectedly, he was separated from his wife in just one day.
Yesterday's happiness and warmth were ruthlessly torn apart by the fierce slaughter before his eyes! Aru covered his mouth tightly with both hands, trying not to cry, and also trying to restrain the uncontrollable instinctive fear. At the same time, hatred was surging in his heart!
It grew into a towering tree in an instant!
Auntie...
He also has a mother...
Aru wiped his tears and wanted to find his mother, but the reality was cruel. His tent had turned into a blazing fire. If he showed his head, he would die! The heavy blow of reality made Aru regain his sanity that was entangled by the vines of hatred. He took a deep look at the tribe in the fire, crawled on the ground, and crawled in the opposite direction little by little under the cover of the grass.
Grass blades scratched my cheeks and insects bit my skin.
The gravel under my elbows caused a sharp sting.
But none of them could compare to the heartache he felt at the moment.
One day—
He would avenge the young and old in the tribe, avenge his mother, avenge Zayebo and his aunt's children... The strong belief was deeply engraved in his mind.
One day—
He will—
Aru carefully crawled another ten feet, until a pair of horse hooves blocked his way. Aru was horrified, and an intense fear crept up from his tailbone to the back of his head. He broke out in cold sweat and his heart beat so fast that it was about to jump out of his throat.
At this time, a puzzled female voice came from the horseback.
"Why are you here, Xiaolang?" The unfamiliar language, but the voice was gentle and clear, as if it had the power to soothe people's hearts.
The fear that Alu felt a moment ago receded like a tide in the next breath, because the other person was not very old, still a girl, with a face more beautiful than a fairy under the moon, and skin as white and delicate as goat milk.
Before Alu could react, the former spoke in a very awkward and clumsy Shiwu language.
"It turned out to be a fish that slipped through the net."
What she was looking for was the fish that slipped through the net.
Aru was suddenly held down by someone who appeared out of nowhere, with his hands behind his back, losing his freedom. With his peripheral vision, Aru saw that the person who captured him was dressed the same as the criminals who slaughtered his tribe! He immediately struggled violently.
"Let me go, let me go!"
However, the people who caught him were incredibly strong. No matter how he struggled, kicked with his legs, or opened his mouth to bite, the other party did not move at all. They seemed to be led by the fairy under the moon. They did not make any other moves unless she gave the order.
"He's a good-looking boy, and he speaks fluently, and he doesn't seem to be a stutterer..."
It meets several conditions mentioned by the teacher.
The fairy under the moon, that is, Lin Feng, held the whip in her right hand against the boy's chin, and could see his gray face clearly, and commented slowly. Alu would never let her control him, and he was about to spit in Lin Feng's face, but she turned her head away lightly, with an indifferent look, and raised her hand to draw the sword at her waist: "No one who meets the conditions will be spared."
She has to do it herself!
Lin Feng doesn't trust other people!
Several guards lowered their heads in silence, unable to help but sigh in their hearts - Alas, this world is truly harmful!
A year or two ago, Lin Xiaozhubu was so kind and lovely. He spoke softly and treated others gently. He would blush when praised. He was also good-looking. Who wouldn't like him? His admirers were numerous! But in the past six months, he has become visibly colder, especially after leaving Ru Yao's administration. He has been more skillful in taking people's heads with his sword, without any shaking hands.
He sighed twice about the cruelty of war, and then nothing else happened.
The night attack took less than half an hour from start to finish.
When Lin Feng returned, the battle was coming to an end, and some people had already started cleaning up the battlefield and harvesting the right ear.
Why the right ear
Because the Yonggu Pass Guard will need 30,000 heads of black crows to build a Jingguan, which is really difficult. It's not that it's difficult to collect the number, but it's difficult to preserve the heads. Although it's winter and the bodies are not easy to rot, even if they are not easy to rot, it will be difficult to preserve them in two months. You can't pickle the human brains, right
Faced with this difficult reality, Shen Tang touched her left ear. The scar behind her ear had already healed and felt only slightly uneven. She thought of something and said, "Then follow the rules of war and cut off the right ear. I think General Chu will understand us."
It's not that I don't want to report my life, it's just that there are no conditions for preservation, and there are also problems in transportation.
Finally, all the bodies that had been cleared out were buried in a large pit and covered with soil, and they were finally laid to rest.
A brave warrior can do this job with great efficiency.
Shen Tang lit three incense sticks for them and poured them some wine.
"If I'm reborn in my next life, I'll be more careful."
Or don't reincarnate.
If you want to be reborn, don't be her enemy.
Lin Feng came back and was seen by Gu Chi.
The latter saw the glaring blood on her face and asked with a smile: "Did Lingde gain anything?"
"I caught a fish that slipped through the net, I don't know if it is true or not." He wiped the sticky blood off his face with his sleeve. The blood smudged his skin, which made it look even whiter. "Sir, can you give me some advice?"
Gu Chi looked at the body being carried back, speechless.
After a quick inspection, he said, "This is not it."
Lin Feng was not disappointed either.
It is unlikely that a person who can make the teacher Wenshizhidao warn him would die so easily. This fish that slipped through the net is really just a fish that slipped through the net, but she is diligent and studious, and she always wants to find out how Gu Chi judged that Alu is not the target person.
"How is it not? Can you explain it to me, sir?"
Gu Chi smiled and said, "This is also very simple."
He grabbed the corpse's cold hand.
"The man your teacher is looking for is the son of Queen Shiwu, who was raised as the crown prince. How could he have such rough hands with chilblains? Although Shiwu advocates the use of force and the people are barbaric, their royal court attaches great importance to civil and military affairs. How could his hands have calluses from long-term writing?"
The details alone can tell that this is not the case.
Lin Feng nodded thoughtfully.
Gu Chi said: "We killed the wrong person, so we killed the wrong person. This boy is most likely from this tribe. If we let him run away and inform other tribes, we will be in trouble. We must not let any fish slip through the net..."
"That's what the teacher taught me."
Gu Chi looked at Lin Feng with a cold face, and suddenly said frivolously: "Lingde could actually smile more..."
Lin Feng: “…”
"Learn more from your teacher and don't show your emotions easily."
The more friendly someone looks, the more deceptive he is.
Lin Feng nodded and said, "Yes." Then he raised his lips and revealed a clean and pure smile, the smile reaching his eyes.
Gu Chi: “…”
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