In the South China Sea, the sky is clear and the blue waves are vast. There is a lone sail and a white dress.
The saints of this generation of the Nanhai Sword Sect still wear white clothes and are equipped with hundreds of swords. The leader of the Nanhai Sword Sect, Leng Sandong, dislikes this outfit very much and has tried to dissuade the saint many times, but she was always blocked by the stubborn saint.
The saint knew why the sect master didn't like the white clothes and the white sword, but it was because she knew why he didn't like it that she particularly liked it.
The Saint heard about Dongfang Mubai's past, and she particularly yearned for Dongfang Mubai's free and unrestrained indifference. She especially admired Dongfang Mubai's attitude towards love, and even wanted to become a master of Dongfang Mubai.
Therefore, for the first time the saint stepped into the world, she wore white clothes and a white sword. She wanted the world to know that the saint in Nanhai not only had the white sword of Guangling, but also had the white sword of the world.
The saint stood quietly on the bow of the boat, looking towards the distant coastline, as if what she saw was not the land, but the entire river and lake...
Rivers and lakes are everywhere, even in the windy and snowy prairie, there are rivers and lakes, because there are rivers and lakes everywhere.
The Gonglushui River is thousands of miles long and has abundant pasture along its banks. The neighboring grassland ethnic groups will migrate here to live along the river in winter. Guilin Tucheng is the only earthen city beside this river.
Team 13 is stationed here.
At noon that day, the north wind roared, rolling up snow and covering the sky, making it impossible to see the sun. When the prairie was blowing smoke, don't go out. Even if there was an emergency, it would not be possible. It was best to hide in the tent.
It’s all because the snowflakes carried by the strong wind are like knives, and when they hit the face, it is a streak of blood. In such ghost weather, if you are not careful, you will get lost and eventually get lost in the wind and snow...
At the gate of Guilin Tucheng, two soldiers from the 73rd Squadron, wrapped in thick sheepskin coats, squatted in a corner sheltered from the wind, looking at the wind and snow in the sky and complaining.
"This damn weather is almost freezing me to death! I don't know what I'm thinking. How can there be any living people outside in such weather? How can I stand on guard!"
"Say less, otherwise all the heat in your stomach will be blown away by the wind!" Another soldier said, burying his head in his arms.
The soldier still wanted to complain, but he saw a few blurry figures in the wind and snow, slowly heading towards Tucheng.
I saw the man in front of me wearing a sheepskin coat and a scarf, wrapping his body tightly, with only his two eyes exposed. The man behind him was wearing a felt hat and holding a cane in his hand, walking hobbled...
"One, two, three... seven in total! No, it should be eight!" The soldier guarding the door squatted in the corner, counting the people walking in the snow.
The soldier who buried his head between his arms raised his head and carefully looked at the few people standing in front of the Tucheng gate. He found that these people had one thing in common, that is, their coats were stained with blood. Suddenly the soldier tilted his head and said:
"Is this obviously seven? You can't count?"
I saw one of the burly guys throwing the thing he was carrying at the feet of the soldiers. It turned out to be a wild wolf that had long since died.
"Fuck you, I can't count. Are you looking at these eight?" another soldier said.
I saw the burly man suddenly said: "Open the door, there is a wolf's leg."
"It can't be opened, let alone a wolf retreating. Even if you give the whole wolf to our brothers, the door can't be opened. It's not worth losing your life to open the door for a wolf!"
"——Who are you, and why is there blood on your body?" The soldier said and stood up, holding a scimitar in his hand.
I saw the man on crutches walking forward and said in a hoarse voice: "Gil people, I got lost in the snow and lost my way home, and unfortunately ran into a pack of hungry wolves! You two officers, please be accommodating.
, let the Gil people take shelter from the wind and snow.”
Hearing that the man said they had encountered a pack of wolves, the two soldiers took a step back in unison and looked at the others in horror. You know, the heavy snow has been falling for two days in a row, and the wolves have been hungry for only two days.
What is scariest is not the snowstorm or the machete, but the hungry wolves.
The wolf is the totem of the Tiemo Le clan, because the wolf pack is very disciplined. As long as the leader wolf gives an order, the wolf pack will not be afraid of life and death until the prey falls. Under normal circumstances, the wolf pack will not easily kill them.
Humans are the target of hunting unless the wolves have been hungry for a long time.
These few people were able to escape from the claws of wolves. Obviously they are not ordinary Gil people. They must be strong among the Gil people. The strong are respected on the grassland, and the strong do not care about the rules.
The rules are set by the strong. So the two soldiers were afraid. If they let them into the city, the leader of the team would kill them. If they didn't let them go, the Gil people in front of them would also kill them.
A big man with a scarf covering his head and only two eyes exposed came forward and asked in a clear voice: "Chuvash people?"
The soldier hurriedly replied: "The people in the small and fort are all Chuvash people. We, Halda Khan and Gil Khan, are the best friends on this prairie."
I saw that the big man didn't pay attention to the soldier, but turned around and said: "I told you there is no need to go to such trouble, just ask and kill him."
The two Chuvash soldiers only felt that their eyes were blurry, then dark again, and they knew nothing.
The big man clapped his hands and said: "You guys are still doing the same thing. Those in the bunker belong to me, and those who escape belong to you!"
I saw the burly man saying: "Why, it's you Marian who takes the lead every time! No, I'm going to enter the bunker this time too."
The man with a cane said: "Don't make trouble, third brother. Our whereabouts cannot be exposed, so none of the Chuvash people in the bunker can escape! Just stay on the outside."
These seven people are none other than the Seven Heroes of Mobei and Marian, the Pearl of the Grasslands. These few people have traveled thousands of miles and have taken over seven earth forts. The number of Chuvash people who died in their hands is not only one thousand but also eight hundred.
In order to deal with them, Halda has sent out twenty teams, divided into two groups to pursue and intercept them.
Ten squads are a thousand cavalry. There is a world of difference in the combat effectiveness of prairie people with horses and those without horses. Although several people are very skilled, and Marian has reached the peak of the eighth level, even so, they can only choose those who have not yet arrived.
The Chuvash team mounted their horses and came to kill them. If a few of them were caught by the cavalry, I'm afraid that by next year, the grass on their corpses would be as tall as one person.
After being reprimanded by Poison Yama, the red-haired ghost stopped talking and just stood there sulking alone. At this moment, Marianne punched the city gate. The tattered earth gate was shattered by the punch and exploded.
It became a sky full of debris.
Marianne took off her sheepskin coat, jumped into the earth castle in one stride, and ran towards the earth castle...
The leader of the 73rd Squadron of the Eagle Division was very drunk at noon and was dragged back to the bunker by his subordinates. The leader felt his stomach churn, and when he turned his head, he vomited out.
As the mouth gushed out, the door of the earthen castle also exploded...
The leader of the team rubbed his eyes, looked at his men, pointed to the gate of the earthen fort, and cursed incoherently: "Damn it! What bastard set off the firecrackers? I will kill him when I wake up!"
"No - no - firecracker! Boss, it's Marianne!" The moment the team leader saw the door shattered, a tall woman with flying hair rushed in. The woman entered the door without saying a word.
It's just one punch, one punch is one.
With his stature, appearance, and violent fighting style, the team leader guessed who it was and was tongue-tied. Unfortunately, their team leader really drank too much. He only heard the team leader say in confusion: "Who? What's the matter? Where?"
Come with the saddle?"
"The head is the pearl of the prairie, Marian, not the saddle!" At the same time as the captain shouted, the alarm bell in the bunker rang.
Hearing the alarm bells ringing in the bunker, the team leader pressed his head with a splitting headache, looked at the corps leader and repeated: "Marianne, the Pearl of the Prairie? Marian, the Pearl of the Prairie!"
The leader of Team No. 73 finally knew who was coming, and he was half awake. He pushed away the team leader who was supporting him, and shouted at the same time: "What the hell are you doing here, copy the guy?"
ah!"
Just as he was talking, a fist came to the front of the team leader. The team leader was immediately frightened out of his wits. He fell to the ground and used the secret escape technique of "lazy donkey rolling".
Unfortunately, she could not avoid the fists, but she could not avoid the flying kicks. Marianne's slender thighs were not only beautiful but also very powerful. With just one kick, the leader of the team flew backwards like a prawn with two ends and one end, until the body was embedded in the soil.
It stopped inside the wall.
Just as Marianne kicked away the leader of Team 73, two scimitars struck her behind her at the same time. Marianne seemed to have a pair of eyes on the back of her head, and she raised her hands to protect her head without looking back.
At this moment, two more scimitars struck at the head...
Dang! Dang!
There were two metal clangs, and both scimitars were blocked by Marianne with her arms. The next moment, Marianne stood up, kicked her legs backwards, and punched forward with her fists. Her whole body was parallel to the ground, as if she was flying.
A tiger pounces on its prey.
The four people moved in two directions, as if to match Marianne's difficult posture, they actively handed their chests up. The two people behind them were kicked out of the door by Marianne's explosive legs and disappeared.
The two people in front of Marian were not much better. The two scimitars were raised above their heads and before they fell, their chests were like giant hammers, spurting blood and flying backwards...
It was too late, but it was too fast. Everything happened in a blink of an eye. The leader and four captains of Team 73 died.
A wolf pack must have a wolf, an army must have a general, and a squad must have a leader. However, the No. 73 squad now has no leader, not even a corps leader. All of a sudden, the soldiers were in a panic.
They took out their scimitars and rushed towards Marianne, no matter whether they could beat her or not; some hurriedly looked for bows and arrows, but they didn't know if they could find them; others simply ran away with their heads in their hands, looking at the meaning, they must have fled for their lives...
This is the consequence of having no leader, no general, no team leader, and no one to command. The soldiers in the bunker are now in disarray, and can only be slaughtered by others. Of course, even if the team leader is still alive, what will happen to such a violent prairie pearl?
It won't be any better either.
A unilateral massacre was once again staged on the prairie, but this time, the murderer used not a machete, but an iron fist of revenge...