The wind blew and the night was heavy, and a group of ragged deserters hid in the dark canyon.

They were scarred and exhausted, but they were still carrying a few children with stern faces on their backs.

The barbarian dog slaughtered the city.

All the people are dead.

The sound of horse hooves rumbling from all directions, gradually approaching, and the howling of wild wolves at the foot of the mountain seemed to be ringing the death knell of death.

“It’s time.”

The canyon was long and quiet, and the centurion walked to a cramped and gloomy cave with his child on his back, showing a kind smile:

"Come and play hide and seek."

The child is less than four years old, with a wide and lively and clear eyes, and a look of confusion.

"Don't make a sound when you hide inside. When you come out tomorrow morning to look for your uncle, you will be rewarded with three packs of candied fruit."

"Okay." The child was so happy that he licked his mouth when he thought of the sweetness of candied fruit.

The other soldiers had tense faces, and sent the children to the steep cave, promising rewards for hide-and-seek.

The sensible boy had tears in his eyes, and he hugged the smaller child tightly and hid deep in the steep cave.

"Uncle, don't lie to hook people..." The girl raised her sunken cheeks, stretched out her fingers and clasped her rough fingers together with the centurion's rough fingers.

"Do not make any noise after hiding." The centurion piled the stones at the entrance of the cave, covered them with weeds, leaving only gaps for ventilation.

After doing all this, thirty-nine people gathered in a row, holding a crossbow with a slit and a knife hanging on his waist, and walked out of the canyon together.

"We were comrades-in-arms during our lifetime, and we could walk side by side on the road of the Yellow Springs after our death."

The centurion stood in front of the faint moonlight, picked up the sword and stabbed it in his heart, and roared angrily:

"A real man commits suicide to his country, and is extremely glorious!

”

"We are so proud and proud!" Shi Chang laughed freely, looked around his subordinates with fear, and scolded:

"I am afraid of death and begging for my head to be a slave. How can I meet the elders in Shu?"

Nearly three hundred barbarians surrounded them, and they could not break through anyway.

Instead of being tortured, it is better to commit suicide to maintain integrity.

The timid soldiers gradually became determined, and their sword drawings were fierce and rapid.

Suddenly.

A fog floated and a hoarse sounded.

"Do you still dare to fight?"

Like thunder thunder roaring on the ground!

Thirty-nine soldiers twisted their heads with difficulty, and saw a very sensible face. Anyone who suddenly encountered a ghost in a quiet night would be frightened, but they did not move.

The sound of horse hooves is getting closer.

You can already see hundreds of torches shining on the dark night, barbarians tied the reins, and looked down at the end of the Han slaves.

The soldiers' expressions changed from initial shock to excitement, and their blood flowed at an incredible speed.

The fighting spirit is boiling!

Turn into a ghost hero and conquer the mountains and rivers!

It's him.

As long as it is him, he will be willing to follow him when he kills the King of Hell.

There is no such thing as Gu Chang'an's name!

"What's the point!

”

The centurion's eyes were filled with tears, and his weight was slimming upwards:

"Mangou, your grandfather is here to fuck you!"

Thirty-nine soldiers were as powerful as rainbows and raised their swords to charge.

Three hundred barbarians were shocked one after another, and this scene made them incredible.

Not afraid of death?

Are you crazy, or are we unable to lift the knife?

"Slaughter slave!"

The leader ordered the trumpet to blow the horn, and the whimpering sounded across the foothills, and he used a bow and arrow to rush on his horse.

But in an instant, the soul seemed to be out of touch with the body.

The strings jumped in my mind, making intermittent tremolo sounds, whether it was knocking on the crossbow or holding up the weapon, it was stagnant at this moment.

"kill!"

The centurion rushed into the barbarian army formation bravely. He thought he would be shot into a hedgehog, but when he was stabbed through the barbarian dog's armor, he remembered the scarecrow in his farmland.

Do whatever you want.

Too fucking simple!

The only difficulty seems to be...

Kill man kills his hands cramps?

They were completely reduced to one-sided massacre, and they had never been so hearty until they were exhausted, until all the barbarian dogs died tragically in the mountains and fields.

Gu Chang'an was floating on the battlefield, staring at his right hand that had just grown.

Palm, wrist, blue veins, five fingers, nails.

There is flesh and blood.

He smiled and whispered softly:

"I'm back."

Although there is not even an arm, there is energy when there is flesh and blood.

Next, I went directly to the Holy City. I had seen the map of the barbarian corpses, but I would never forget the direction.

The heaven and earth return to silence.

The fog drifted away with the wind, and a dazzling blood sword behind him.

Thirty-nine soldiers got up, wiped the blood on their faces, and clasped their fists and said sincerely:

"Please take care of the hero."

The black fog seemed to be waving, but it seemed to be not, but it quickly disappeared into the night.

Many years later, the centurion has grown old and still clearly remembers that distant night when Gu Yingxiong merged into the darkness.

There was no wind that night, and the story after that night was very exciting.

...

Shu Kingdom, Chengdu Prefecture.

Zichen Palace.

The atmosphere in the hall was as stiff as iron, and the eyes of civil and military officials were red. The decayed situation made them unable to sleep all night.

The barbarians invaded each other and fought for five months. Shu Kingdom was defeated and bad news followed one after another.

After the great victory in the Western Regions, Zhao State had the Hexi Corridor as a strategic buffer zone. On the one hand, the barbarians stretched the front line, and on the other hand, the Beiliang could quickly support it.

The barbarians made a bad progress on the Zhao line, so they turned their troops to go to Shu. Shu is now under unimaginable pressure. If it weren't for the Central Plains' aid, they would probably be in danger now.

"Your Majesty, the sky is falling!"

A sharp cry sounded outside the hall, and a dusty practitioner entered the hall tremblingly, and he struggled to squirm his lips:

"The holy...the saint died."

The Emperor of Shu was struck by lightning, and his eyes were blank under the crown.

The ministers were ashamed.

after all……

After all, there is no miracle.

They stood in the palace just waiting for a miracle to happen, but what they were waiting for was shocking news.

The only saint of Shu Kingdom, the Lord of Jiange, still did not escape this disaster.

Seven days ago, Muhammad Abra, who was at the peak of the Abyss, descended to Shu. The Pavilion Master built a sword formation with his essence and blood to protect the people, and he was pursued.
To be continued...