On a dark and windy night, the north wind roared violently, the northwest wolf suddenly appeared on the north bank of the Majia River with four hundred Turkic spirits. There was a secluded village opposite the snowy place, which was the target of this trip.

Blizzard lay in the snow, staring at it with a fierce murderous aura...

The northwest wolf has a full armor, lined up in a row, holding a long sword horizontally, ready to go.

Asuna Dana was standing high above the horse's back, with a cold face and arrogant expression. A strong killing appeared in her slightly narrowed eyes.

Jialan gently patted the fire and rushed forward, allowing the whistle and cold wind to tear the cheeks, and let the flying cloak whip the silver heavy armor. The Yuanxiong Yuezhi did not move at all.

Suddenly, the snow jumped up and let out a low roar. Galan's big hand wearing a leather hood suddenly clamped the hilt, and the long knife drew a bright trace under the moonlight, bringing snowflakes. A white figure suddenly jumped into everyone's eyes, appeared on the frozen river, and ran towards this side.

When he walked west, he turned to look at Asina Dana behind him. His eyes were full of murderous intent hidden behind the black wolf-headed protective gear. Asina Dana understood it and slowly raised his right hand. A leather glove inlaid with ancient literary ornaments and golden copper buckles looked particularly eye-catching under the moonlight.

The four hundred elite cavalry lifted the white cloak wrapped around their bodies almost at the same time, raised their bows at the same time, and opened their strings to wait for the release.

The white figure ran over with all his strength, and pulled off the hood from his head from afar, revealing Fang Xiaoer's face that was red because of his hard work and the white mist that was spit out with violent breathing.

Blizzard hesitated for a moment, and then he wanted to indulge in the sound. Galan shouted angrily. The long sword slashed into the air and blocked Blizzard.

Fang Xiaoer ran to Galan horse and made several gestures at Galan. Then his eyes looked at the four hundred Turkic spirits and raised horn bows. His expression was worried and fearful, and his emotions were very complicated. He wanted to avenge the revenge of Gongsun Anzu of the touching Yang. If it weren't for Sun Anzu, he would have died long ago, but he never dreamed that he would have joined the official army, turned into the emperor's guard, and became an imperial guard officer. Er Jin even used the power of the imperial guard to avenge Sun Anzu, but he did not have the pleasure of avenging revenge, and his heart was full of uneasiness, fear and guilt. There was even a heavy sense of guilt that pressed on his heart, making him suffer and confused. Did he do it right or wrong?

He didn't know the answer, he firmly held his wish. He took revenge for revenge, so he agreed to Jialan and investigated the enemy's situation for Jialan. So he found Zhang Jincheng's hiding place through a group of brothers that year. At this moment, when he saw that behind Jialan and the Northwest Wolf were Turkic people, both foreign tigers and wolves. The betrayal that had been buried deep in his heart, which had been rejected by him, suddenly broke out. I betrayed my brothers and my oath. I betrayed Gongsun Anzu of Mouyang, I betrayed the people of Hebei and the rebels of Hebei.

Jialan is not the guardian god of the people in the world, nor the guardian god of Hebei people. He is the northwest wolf, the Asura who is with tigers and wolves. He comes to Hebei to kill people and kill all the Hebei rebels. Although he holds the banner of righteousness and shouts to save the people, in fact he wants to massacre Hebei people, and Zhang Jin said that it is just the beginning of his massacre of Hebei people.

Fang Xiaoer suddenly knew why Gao Tai, Qiao Er, Xie Qing, Ximen Chen and others were slanderous in response to Jia Lan's orders. Even Su Yong, Su Dingfang and his son, who had always been fighting against the rebel army, treated him negatively. It turned out that they had seen through Jia Lan's nature of tigers and wolves, and Jia Lan also saw through his subordinates in Hebei, so what he used to attack Zhang Jin tonight was the Turkic spirit cavalry he brought from Longyou, and his most loyal and reliable subordinates.

Jialan nodded slightly at Fang Xiaoer, then put on the golden wolf-headed protective gear.

Buyi raised his hand and acted at Fang Xiaoer. Fang Xiaoer seemed to have taken off his strength and walked to Buyi's horse with staggering steps. Buyi leaned over and looked at him and asked, "Are you waiting for us here, or go with us?"

Jialan wanted to surround Zhang Jin and said that he wanted to kill all the traitors hiding in this village. For this reason, he had to deploy troops around the village. Fang Xiaoer's mission was completed. Considering his feelings, he should stay outside the village, but if there were his brothers and friends in the village, Fang Xiaoer would have to go if he didn't go. Buyi asked with concern, and intentionally reminded Fang Xiaoer.

Fang Xiaoer was stunned for a moment, then woke up. Jialan not only wanted to kill Zhang Jincheng, but also killed all the village. This was a very ordinary deterrent method, which was not only a threat to the Hebei rebel army, but also a strong attitude of suppressing the government army. Fang Xiaoer was young and did not change things. She thought that Jialan was just slaughtering Zhang Jincheng and his subordinates, but she did not expect that Jialan would slaughter the entire village.

Fang Xiaoer's mind was blank, and she stood in a daze, sweating profusely. Jialan had saved hundreds of thousands of hungry people in Hebei. At that time, he was respected by Hebei people and chanted him as the guardian of the poor and humble world. In a blink of an eye, Jialan became a vicious devil.

Galan raised his long knife and pointed it straight ahead.

The Northwest Wolf brothers each rode their horses and were listed before each team of elite riders.

Buyi glanced at Fang Xiaoer who was in a daze, shook her head helplessly, sat up straight, and slapped away.

Galan shouted angrily, and the four hooves of the fire ran out like flying. The blizzard shot out like a ghost, immediately following the fire.

Traveling west with Asunadana, he rode his horse around and galloped. Fifty cavalry followed closely, and the horse's hooves roared, splashing snow all over the sky.

Fang Xiaoer stood in a daze, allowing the galloping horse to pass by, and let the splashing mud spread all over her body. The roar was deafening at first, then gradually drifting away; the painful gaze penetrated the hazy moonlight, along the white vast earth, followed by the increasingly blurred figure of the Dragon Guard, slowly lost in the deep and dark night.

"Dongdongdongdongdong..." Suddenly, the thunderous drum sound rose into the sky and dispersed in the cold wind. The cold air was filled with endless panic and fear.

The village sleeping in a snowy night suddenly woke up, and a suffocating solemn aura suddenly solidified over the village, like a confinement curse, blocking everything at an incredible speed.

"Woooooooo..." The excited big horn sounded like a long arrow that broke through the night sky. It tore the tranquility of the snowy night, tore open the souls of all living things, released a strong breath of death from hell, and rushed to the helpless and trembling village with an indestructible momentum.

"Woooooooooooooo..." The sound of majestic and desolate horns sounded from all directions at the same time. One after another, accompanied by the sound of galloping horse hooves coming from the darkness, as if thousands of troops rushed from all directions at the same time. Their momentum was so great that it made people's hearts break.

The drums became more and more dense and more panicked, and then there were chaotic shouts, but soon. Whether it was the war drums of the rebels or the shouts of the rebels, they were all drowned out by the rumbling horse hooves.

Fang Xiaoer suddenly felt heartache, very, very painful. The heart-wrenching pain made him scream, the pain made him cry, the pain made him cry, the pain made him suddenly wake up from his confusion and run towards the distant village.

Just as he rushed up the river bank, a bone-broken cold wind rushed towards him, with the sound of drums, fighting, screams, and the neighing and rushing sound of war horses. In a trance, he seemed to hear the roar of the northwest wolf and the howling bloody sword. He seemed to hear Galan's hoarse and frightening shout, "Kill. Kill!"

Fang Xiaoer woke up suddenly, stopped, stared at the battlefield where he was killing in the distance with a daze. He stopped shouting or cried, and let the cold wind blow on his face, allowing his body and mind to shatter in despair.

Time seems to stagnate at this moment. Everything else in the world except for the beautiful white snow has disappeared, and the hope that wanders deep in the soul is also dying little by little.

Suddenly, a white shadow rushed out of the darkness like a meteor, and arrived in an instant like a ghost, and quickly magnified in front of Fang Xiaoer's eyes. Blizzard, that was a blizzard, it was back, was the battle over? Didn't Galan give orders to kill everyone? The hope of dying suddenly reborn and violently impacted Fang Xiaoer's heart like a flood breaking the dam.

Fang Xiaoer rushed to the frozen river and ran rapidly in the whistling wind and snow.

Blizzards in front and fire behind, Galan, Westward Journey and Asanada brought a team of elite riders like the wind.

Fang Xiaoer stopped.

The war horse stopped, the sound of hooves dissipated, and the wind and snow brought by it set off a shocking rush. Fang Xiaoer could not resist it, so she covered her face with her hands and took a few steps back.

As soon as he stabilized his body and opened his eyes, he heard Jialan's cold and violent hoarse voice in his ears, "Is this thief Zhang Jinze?"

"Boom..." With a sound, a bloody head fell on the ground and rolled to Fang Xiaoer's feet.

A series of shocking blood was left on the snow, and the flowing blood could even make people feel a trace of warmth. The messy hair on the head danced with the wind, revealing a frightened face, and his eyes were wide open, full of endless fear and despair.

Fang Xiaoer trembled and stared blankly. In an instant, an inexplicable sorrow enveloped her whole body. He had just experienced the despair that life was worse than death, and the dead man was the same as himself, but he died a little value, but he still had to bear it silently.

"Is this thief Zhang Jin's name?" Seeing Fang Xiaoer's eyes appearing sad, he remained silent for a long time, and couldn't help asking.

Asanna laughed, proudly looking at Fang Xiaoer with extreme disdain.

Fang Xiaoer slowly raised her head, the sadness on her face had disappeared, and although there was still pain in her eyes, it was hard to hide the ease after being relieved.

"General, he is not Zhang Jincheng."

Galan's face instantly froze, his eyes surged, his anger burned, and his hands holding the knife trembled involuntarily.

The journey west was incredible, and he stared at Fang Xiaoer with wide eyes and shouted loudly, "Who is he?"

"He is not Zhang Jincheng." Fang Xiaoer bowed very calmly and said, "However, this person looks very much like Zhang Jincheng."

"It's outrageous!" Xixing sneered, "What a golden cicada that escaped from its shell." He turned his head and looked at Jialan and asked sinisterly, "Is Mr. Cui's face or the courage of a traitor?"

Although Ashina Dana could not understand the Middle Earth dialect, she noticed the changes in the mood of Galan and Xixing. She immediately guessed that she had fallen into the trap and her face became extremely ugly. She cut off a "fake head" and was embarrassed when it was heard.

The north wind roared violently, and except for a few horses neighing, there was no sound, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

Galan pondered for a moment, took a deep breath, and asked, "Is this thief Zhang Jinze?"

Westward Journey looked at Galan thoughtfully, shook his head, and said nothing.

Fang Xiaoer looked at Jialan in confusion, then looked at the journey westward, and as if he had some insight, he bowed and replied, "This thief is Zhang Jincheng."

"Okay!" Jialan praised loudly, "Ming Jin to collect the army and return to the camp quickly."
Chapter completed!