Just like the oath he swore to Changshengtian on the first day, his body and flesh and blood belonged to the king of the grassland, and he would rather be buried in the belly of an eagle than grow old bored in his sleeping bed.
This way, very good, very good.
The group of people approached, although they were also tired, but the advantage was that there were many people. The raised sword reflected the river water, sparkling with light.
When He Lianzheng turned over, blood was spilling from countless wounds, but the light of his knife was faster than the blood, throwing it before the blood.
A man in black fell silently, half of his body dyed the river red.
He Lianzheng fought into the enemy group, and he seemed to know that tonight was the last battle. After tomorrow, the sun in the north of the mountain would shine on the border of the grassland.
The strange thing was that San Falcon and Eight Badgers, who had always been guarding behind him at all times, didn't follow up immediately.
They are staring at each other.
Then there was a strange exchange.
"I go."
"I'm small. It's me."
"I'm big, it's me."
There was another silence.
Ba Badger was still a teenager, with a hideous scar on his face. Eighteen years ago, his parents died of wolves, and the wolves scratched his face. King Kuku, who was out hunting, passed by with his young son. Thinking that he was dead, he sighed and wanted to bury him, but Zada Lan, who was riding a pony, refused and insisted on feeding him with goat's milk for one night, and the next day, he came back alive.
"Let me go." He carefully took out a bundle from under his horse's belly, tied it on his body, and smiled at San Falcon, "There may be more difficult things to do later, third brother, I want to pick up an easier one. .”
The face scratched by the wolf's claws had a terrifying smile, but a warm expression.
Misun raised his head and patted him on the shoulder without saying anything.
"I will be brothers in my next life."
"good."
The words are plain, the answers are also plain, no hugs or tears, like talking about the weather.
Then the two stopped talking, each drew out their knives, and rushed out following He Lianzheng's back.
When they arrived, He Lianzheng's long sword was just sticking out of his knees. The light of the sword was like snow, curling leaves and smashing mud, and it collided with the opponent's long sword silently and sharply. out of view.
No one saw it, a colorless light, turned and turned like a ghost, penetrated the curtain of golden light, and shot somewhere.
Amidst the loud bang, the two sides backed away and shook each other. A sneering smile flashed across the eyes of the man in black, which was exposed outside the veil.
She is the leader of this operation, leading this group of selected elites from thousands of organizations to go all the way to the frontier of Tiansheng, to carry out the master's death order, either to capture alive, or to snipe and kill He Lianzheng in the inland , at this moment, she finally felt that although the task was beyond imagination, the difficulty and sacrifice were beyond imagination, but it seemed that it was not impossible to complete.
Her eyes just narrowed.
Immediately widened.
On the opposite side, San Falcon and Ba Badger pounced close, but they didn't draw their swords. As soon as San Falcon stretched out his hand, he put Helian Zheng's shoulders and dragged him away desperately, and then Ba Badger rushed over.
The moment the young man rushed close, He Lianzheng seemed to want to reach out and grab him, but he was a step too slow and passed by.
Eight Badgers rushed over and threw themselves into the arms of the leader in black.
"court death!"
The woman's reaction to this kind of body movement is undoubtedly obvious. She raises her hand and slashes with a knife.
Eight Badgers refused to evade. With a puff, he was hit by countless knives, but he didn't even look in pain. Before the blood flowed out, he hugged the leader's waist fiercely.
Then he whispered: "Die."
"boom!"
The shaking sound was earth-shattering, crimson flames and black smoke flew between the sky and the earth, and a huge pit fell into the ground in an instant. There were vaguely white and red ones thrown out by the huge air waves in the rising smoke. A crimson arc streaked across the sky.
The river was violently turbulent for a while, and a layer of bloody ash fell.
In a quarter of an hour.
The gunpowder smoke cleared, and the ground was in a mess. Those lives that were alive just a moment ago were all turned into a pile of flesh and bones in the pit, and it was impossible to distinguish who was from whom.
In the distance, at the end of the river, someone desperately dragged another person to paddle away. Even though the loud noise made people almost deaf, he didn't turn his head.
The pale blue moonlight coolly illuminates the river, half black and red and half white, the man swimming desperately in the river, wiped the water on his face under the moonlight, but it seems that the water will never be wiped off, and the wet flow endless.
The river is long and reddish.
the seventh day.
Mountain north and grassland border.
Outside the deserted city, a boundary monument stands quietly on the border of the grassland. It is said to be a boundary monument, but in fact it is just a monument engraved by the local government in honor of Tiansheng when the Huzhuo tribe surrendered to Tiansheng. The stele of the enemy's history, the stele facing north, is the boundary of the grassland.
At the end of the day, two horses came staggeringly, and the horsemen were stumbling around, as if they might fall down at any time.
Before seeing the obelisk, both of them stopped their horses.
"Your Majesty." San Falcon staggered off his horse, walked to another horse, and said in a low voice, "We... are here."
The man crouching on the horse raised his eyes, and the colorful eyes that had been shining in the past were only dull gray. When he saw the boundary marker on the grassland in the distance, his eyes lit up.
Like colorful stars rising from the sky, at that moment his eyes were as bright as glass, and his beauty was astonishing.
"Here we are..." He muttered, as if remembering, but struggled a bit, but still couldn't get up, San Falcon supported him, pressed against his shoulder, and slowly moved him down.
"King, take a break." San Falcon narrowed his eyes and looked ahead, with a desolate and relieved smile, "I'll contact the nearest tent and inform Wang Jun to come pick him up."
He Lianzheng wiped his face, wiped off the dust and blood foam on his face, smiled silently, and walked forward suddenly.
As soon as he moved, he almost fell down, San Falcon hurriedly supported him, and wanted to say something, He Lianzheng shook off his hand, and walked towards the boundary marker by himself, San Falcon had to follow behind him.
After walking for a quarter of an hour at a distance of several tens of feet, He Lianzheng almost stumbled all the way through. San Falcon gritted his teeth and tilted his head, not letting himself reach out to help.