The wolf howled and staggered to the side, apparently seriously injured.
"Come here! Come all here!" The child yelled, squatted down and picked up two stones, smashing them together. Sparks splashed everywhere, and the weeds burst into flames with a whoosh. The child lit the stick, held the torch, and ran across the field to disperse the pack of wolves that were attacking the child, shouting loudly, "Come here! Come here!"
The young children cried loudly and ran towards Jing Yue'er. They were all injured, some were bitten by wolves, and more were wounded by arrows. After such a short time, there were less than twenty people left.
The wolves were afraid of the fire, and seeing Jing Yue'er protecting the children, they hesitated and dared not go forward. They had been hungry for a long time, and after walking around the children for a while, they turned back and ran towards the corpses in the field, devouring them wantonly.
Zhuge Huai narrowed his long and narrow eyes slightly, and suddenly said softly: "Useless beast." He took an arrow and shot at the wolf.
Sharp arrows shot up one after another, and the wolves were attacked immediately. After a burst of screams, the wolves fell to the ground one after another, and none of them survived.
The surviving children were overjoyed and cheered loudly regardless of the pain all over their bodies.
However, before their voices came out of their throats, another wave of arrow feathers came densely and shot at their small bodies.
The aristocrats of the Celestial Dynasty had sharp eyes and ruthless tactics, mercilessly aiming at each other's children, and the arrow feathers came bloodthirsty and killed.
A sharp arrow whizzed towards, with astonishing force, it shot through a child's head with a bang, shot through the right eye, penetrated the back of the head, and landed firmly on the tip of Jing Yue'er's nose. Warm blood splashed all over her face, she opened her mouth wide, and still held the burning stick in her hand, as if the wood would not move again. The cries of the children echoed in her ears, and it was like a nightmare.
The arrow feathers gradually thinned out, Young Master Wei and Mu Yun laughed together, put on their bows and arrows, aimed at the girl, and the arrows shot towards the girl swiftly and fiercely.
Zhao Che frowned, and drove his horse forward, touching the quiver with his hand, but there was only one arrow left. He snorted coldly, broke off the arrow feathers, and put both of them on the bow. , Immediately knocked down the arrows of Young Master Wei and Mu Yun.
Zhuge Huai laughed loudly and shouted: "Good arrow skills!"
As soon as the words fell, all the screams stopped, the north wind swept across the white ground, and the smell of blood filled the air. In the scarlet paddock, only one child, Jing Yue'er, was left. She had messy hair with straw in between, her clothes were blood-stained, and her face was pale. It seems to have been frightened.
Zhao Jue said: "Seventh Brother is so powerful, I'm out of arrows, it seems that Seventh Brother has won a big victory today."
Young Master Wei raised his eyebrows, glanced at himself, then at Mu Yun, and finally turned to look at Zhuge Huai.
Zhuge Huai had a handsome face, and said with a smile: "I've been out of arrows for a long time."
"Isn't Yan Shizi still there? The time has not yet come, and it is still unknown who will win the deer." Mu Yun said suddenly.
All eyes turned to Yan Xun.
Zhao Che looked at Yan Xun coldly, and said flatly, "Young Master Yan always surprises people by surprise."
Just half of the time for burning incense, everyone's arrow feathers have been used up, only Yan Xun's quiver still has a snow-white feathered arrow stuck in it.
Yan Xun was sitting on the horse. Although he was only thirteen years old, he had a straight back, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, a high nose bridge, and sharp eyes. He wore a suit of fine clothes, which made him look more outstanding, handsome and stern. With a calm expression on his face, he slowly drove forward, drew his bow and arrows, and aimed at the child in the middle of the paddock.
The long wind howled and blew up the child's broken clothes and messy hair. She was still very young, no more than six or seven years old, malnourished, sallow and emaciated, like a newborn wolf that hadn't grown any fur yet. There are scars all over the arms, neck, and calves, and the wound on the shoulder is almost close to the heart vein. She stood in the middle of a messy Shura field, with mutilated limbs and arms everywhere, and blood from corpses everywhere. The stench of blood wafted everywhere, and the cruel force was like a desperate shock, tearing the child's fragile eyeballs.
A sharp arrow flickering with a bloodthirsty cold light slowly aimed at the child's throat. The young man sat on the horseback, his eyes were sharp, his eyebrows were furrowed, the veins on his arms were bulging, and he slowly drew the bow to the full.
She was unable to avoid it, chaotic thoughts roared and rushed in her mind, so many puzzles and doubts all collapsed in front of the sudden massacre. She raised her head slowly, her eyes were cold, with cold hatred and disgust, she looked at the boy who was facing her coldly, without any trace of fear.
That day was the fourth day of the first lunar month in the 770th year of the Baicang calendar, and the people of Zhenhuang City had just celebrated their new year. On the royal hunting ground outside Zhenhuang City, she and him met for the first time.
Time penetrated the track of history, broke through the gate of time and space, and placed two souls that should not have touched each other on the same platform.
Yan Xun frowned lightly, tilted his fingers slightly, and let go of the sharp arrow.
The long arrow whizzed away, driving the cold wind in the air and making a swishing sound. Everyone's eyes were focused on it, looking at the child standing there.
With a sound of swish, a line of blood stretched suddenly, and the sharp arrow passed by the child's neck, drawing a bloodstain. The child swayed slightly, staggered two steps, but still stood in place.
"Haha! Congratulations Seventh Brother!" Zhao Jue laughed loudly.
Zhao Che glanced at Yan Xun contemptuously, and said with a sneer, "Young Master Yan has buried his head in singing, dancing and poetry all day long, maybe he has forgotten how the ancestors of the Zhao family used arrows?"
Yan Xun put down his longbow, turned his head, and said calmly: "The ancestors of the Zhao family should remember how the ancestors of the Zhao family held arrows. Yan Xun dare not do it for him."
Zhuge Huai said with a smile: "In this way, today's lottery will go to His Royal Highness the Seventh Highness. A banquet has been set up in my residence. Let's all go to the bar for a glass of water."
Everyone agreed and got on their horses together, as if everything just now was just an ordinary game.
The strong wind whizzed past, rolled up the big fur cloaks that everyone was hunting and flying, and the bloody wind spread over the empty snow field. In the distance, Yan Xun turned his head and saw the blood-stained child still standing in the wilderness, with deep eyes Looking towards this side, he remained motionless for a long time. The sky gradually darkened, the north wind howled and blew past, piercing the bone marrow, and the strong wind rolled up the white snow, whimpering all over the sky, like a crazy monster.
The servants of Zhuge's family were cleaning the paddock. They scooped up the young corpses with a shovel, and then threw them on the carriage. A small pit had been dug not far away, and the wormwood was crackling and burning, emitting thick black smoke. It was used to bury these children, along with those bloodthirsty animals. These worthless lives are like balls. Rich owners get tired of playing with them once, so they throw them all away.
Jing Yue'er was wearing a broken burlap sack, she lowered her head very quietly, and sat quietly leaning against the cage. She was seriously injured, and even an adult might not be able to endure it silently.
The servants of Zhuge's family thought that she might be dying, but after visiting her many times, they still saw her chest rising and falling gently. They knew that it was breathing, and there was a strange force supporting the child who was about to die to continue to live. So instead of throwing her into a mass grave, they put her in a cage when they left.
The cage that looked crowded before now looked a little empty, and all the children were dead, except for one. While the servants lamented the child's good luck, they couldn't help but quietly poked their heads over and looked at her carefully.
Even if they couldn't say it, they still keenly noticed that this child was different from when he came here before.
Zhuge's house occupies a very large area, entered through the back door, Zhu Shun handed Jing Yue'er over to two servants, gave some orders, gave Jing Yue'er a cold look, then turned and left.
With a click, the lock of a room door was unlocked, and Jing Yue'er was pushed in. Before she got up, the door was tightly locked.
It was pitch black all around, there were large bundles of firewood piled up in the corner, and the rustling of rats could be heard scurrying by. The child didn't cry out in panic. She sat in the middle of the room, took off the broken sack on her shoulders, bit it with her teeth, then tore off pieces of cloth strips, and carefully bandaged the wounds on her body. skilled.
Such a long time is enough for a qualified agent to stabilize and face everything with careful thinking and calm emotions. Even if the situation to be faced is so unimaginable.
Indeed, Jing Yue'er at this time is none other than Major Chu Qiao, the deputy commander of the eleventh division who died for the country. Destiny is so inconceivable in many cases, death is not necessarily hidden under an abyss, perhaps, it will be the beginning of another life.
Chu Qiao raised her hand, looking at this small palm with the light from outside, a trace of sadness slowly emerged in her heart. It's just that she didn't know whether she was mourning for herself or for this poor child.
"There is no one here. I can allow myself to be sad and afraid, but I must compress the time to the shortest possible time."
The child spoke in a low voice and slowly, tears slowly streaming down her pointed, thin and dirty face. She hugged her knees, lowered her head slowly, and buried her face between her arms, silently, but her back gradually trembled.
This was Chu Qiao's first night in the Great Xia Dynasty. In the cold and drafty woodshed of Zhuge Mansion, she shed tears for the first time because of her weakness and fear. She gives herself an hour to curse fate, remember the past, worry about the future and adapt to the new life. After an hour passed, she was no longer Chu Qiao, the super commander of Division 11, but this helpless little slave girl who had to fight hard in this inhuman, bloodthirsty and disorderly iron dynasty. Survive.