The leader of the Yunda tribe was stunned, and then howled: "I didn't, it must be the Lahan tribe who spread the rumor! I got the news that the Lahan tribe intends to annex my Yunda tribe and occupy our pastures, and you, the big wolf head, are because of getting Lahan tribe.

The sister of the leader of the Han tribe, so I support them. Sure enough, you come to attack my tribe and still want to hunt us down. I have already given up the pasture, why do you want to kill them all!"

The strong leader jumped off his horse and kicked him over: "You are talking nonsense! I just want to re-divide the pasture with you. Where did I say that I wanted to annex it! You are obviously biting back. If you are not a traitor, why only

Your people were not burned by fire!"

The leader of Yunda tribe was speechless. He couldn't understand the matter at all.

The leader of Lahan tribe was furious: "Not only did you kill 16,000 warriors, but today you caused 2,000 tribesmen to kill each other, I'm going to skin you!"

"I didn't..." However, many things left him speechless, and naturally he could not calm down the anger of several other tribesmen.

So even though the big wolf head felt a little suspicious, it didn't matter. Killing him and dividing his tribe and their pastures would not be a bad outcome.

However, one day later, they received news that shocked everyone.

Their homeland, the gathering place of the five tribes, was massacred.

The angry big wolf head immediately led the remaining four thousand men and horses back to the big tent. What he saw in front of him made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave. All the tents were reduced to ashes, all the war horses and livestock fell into a pool of blood, and all the young Zhuang people were killed, leaving only

Old, young, women and children clinging to each other and crying...

His eyes were red.

"Who is it? Who wants to kill me, Guirong!"

A woman cried and howled: "The big wolf head is a cavalry, a cavalry from other tribes..."

The big wolf raised its head to the sky and howled fiercely. The ghost was dead.

He just wants revenge now...

"Sir, why don't we ambush Guirong Big Wolf Head?" Ding Shaoan was a little puzzled. This is an excellent opportunity.

After a day and night of killing, Jiang Fan was a little tired. Although he did not take action, he felt a little sad in his heart. He was not willing to kill, but this was war and national hatred, which could not be resolved.

"No need. A wolf head who has fallen into madness and has no way out has only two choices. One is to let go.

Abandoning the fertile pastures, taking the clansmen to escape and repopulate. But that is a long process, and the six tribes of Ghost Rong will no longer pose any threat to the border in the short term. The second one is to launch revenge against the tribes that have had hatred, causing a bloody storm, but

This is a good thing for us. There is another reason. We have marched for more than 800 miles and are exhausted, so we should not fight anymore. Moreover, the Guirong army is almost destroyed. They are mourning soldiers and will definitely fight to the death. We will inevitably suffer heavy casualties, which is unnecessary.

"

Only then did Ding Shaoan understand. Yes, a barbarian tribe that had lost 90% of its combat power could not retain such a vast pasture. If it did not want to be annexed by other tribes, it could only flee to a bitter cold land. If not, it could only do what Jiang Fan said.

He said that no matter whether they were burning cauldrons or fighting with other tribes, the Ghost Rong would no longer be a threat. At this time, they naturally could not risk the lives of Chinese people.

"It's been a thousand years." Ding Shaoan looked at the blood-stained and curled scimitar in his hand with deep emotion.

"This is the first time in a thousand years that the Chinese have taken the initiative to invade northern Xinjiang. This time, really, I feel that I am lucky to follow the young master."

Jiang Fan just sighed leisurely and looked into the distance not knowing what he was thinking.

Yun Fuyao did not participate in the army's battle. Her mission was to protect Jiang Fan. Therefore, she saw with her own eyes the hatred, confusion, entanglement and pain in this young man's eyes.

He raided 800 miles day and night, killing five ghost soldiers, but he suffered a lot in his heart.

Those flames were burning the enemy, but they were also burning his heart. Those scimitars were killing the barbarians, but they were also killing his soul crazily. Those miserable howls made it difficult for him to breathe.

She has believed in the master. This young man is the cause of the disaster and will definitely bring about mountains of corpses and seas of blood. But what if it is the disaster caused by hungry wolves and the mountains of corpses and seas of blood by the enemy...

What a magical young man. He broke the curse of passive defense of the Chinese people for thousands of years. He led a thousand people into the grassland and massacred five Guirong tribes in one day and night, making a large tribe history. Just like a ghost!

In the thousands of years of Chinese history, when has such a person appeared? He should not have been killed.

But Master has said that this person will eventually bring disaster to the Central Plains... Master's orders cannot be disobeyed! The Holy Land will not make mistakes! She kept warning herself, hoping to stabilize her mood.

But getting more and more confused

Growing in her heart, she was deeply troubled by whether she should kill Jiang Fan or not.

But at this moment, she even felt that she wanted to comfort this young man who was suffering from inner torture. Blood and fire should not appear at his age, and the weight of national hatred should not be placed on the shoulders of a weak young man.

But she couldn't say anything. She could only follow him on his way in silence.

They didn't stop to rest until they were too tired and exhausted to go any further.

Seeing Jiang Fan sitting alone on the mound, she couldn't help but walk over.

When Jiang Fan saw her coming, he smiled lightly: "There are falcons watching. There is no danger around, so you don't need to follow me."

"I want to protect you this month..." Yun Fuyao blurted out, but before he finished speaking, he said: "I will definitely do what I promised."

Jiang Fan was a little stunned, but he didn't say anything anymore. He just looked ahead in silence.

Yun Fuyao was not a talkative person to begin with, and once Jiang Fan fell silent, there was really no more words to say between the two of them.

After an unknown amount of time, Yun Fuyao actually said: "You did the right thing, there is no need to blame yourself."

Jiang Fan didn't expect her to say that, and looked at her unexpectedly: "...I know. But they are all living lives..."

Yun Fuyao also understood that tens of thousands of lives were annihilated in his own hands. What if it was him? I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to erase the deep feeling of guilt.

"Am I like a devil?"

Yun Fuyao shook his head: "Not to the Chinese."

Jiang Fan smiled and said, "I feel much better when you say that."

Yun Fuyao said: "A thousand years of blood feud, no mercy."

"To be kind to the enemy is to be cruel to yourself." Jiang Fan said to himself: "I won't be too entangled. It's just the first time I have experienced such a thing personally. I can't adapt to it for a while. It will be fine."

Yun Fuyao just nodded slightly. She was even a little annoyed that she was not good at persuading people. This emotion was very strange to her, but she didn't even realize it.

"I just want to live a good life fishing, drinking, but unknowingly I get involved in so many bad things. I am killing people, and there are countless people who want to kill me..." he said mockingly.
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