Zhang Xiaowu was sober at this time. He regained his composure and planned in his mind how to kill these people. The Tartars thought he only had a wooden stick as a weapon, but in fact his weapon was a short knife tied to his leg. While they
In the confusion, Zhang Xiaowu quietly pulled out the short knife from his trouser leg, untied all the ropes, and then aimed at the bow and arrow of a Tartar man. He rushed over and grabbed the short bow and quiver, and then jumped over in one step.
horse.
The Wuhuan people and the Tartar people turned around and saw that the Han people had hit their horses with rapid fire. The horses were frightened and fled, taking other horses with them. For a while, the horses scattered in all directions. Everyone hurried to stop their own horses.
The war horses saw the Han man charging towards him again, and everyone dispersed in a hurry.
Although they did not kill Quan Yi, they had no time to gather their horses, so they had to pick up their weapons and chase after them. Zhang Xiaowu rode his horse forward slowly, so that Quan Yi could see him but not catch him. Quan Yi
They chased for more than two miles, each one gasping for air and unable to run. At this moment, they saw the general suddenly turned his horse around and came back to kill him.
The hatred of killing his wife is irreconcilable, so how could he, Zhang Xiaowu, let these dog barbarians go? He only wanted to cripple their legs and make them exhausted so that he could kill them.
Quan Yi never expected that the Han people would come back and kill him again. He was overjoyed and rushed forward with a strange cry. Zhang Xiaowu opened his bow and shot. Thanks to the nearly ten thousand bows and arrows he shot while holding on to Tucheng, he was quickly transformed by his archery skills.
A person becomes a master of archery. Maybe this master needs to be put in quotation marks, but it is enough to face this group of Tartar people who do not know how to avoid.
"Whoosh!"
One arrow shot a Tartar.
"Whoosh!"
Another arrow hit a Tartar.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh——"
When the four Tartars fell to the ground, everyone realized that the Han in front of them was not an ordinary person, but a master of archery. The ten of them were not enough to fill their teeth. They had provoked someone they should not provoke.
When the Wuhuan people saw this, they immediately turned around and ran away. Seeing that the leader ran away first, the rest of the Tartar people, their morale collapsed, also turned around and ran away, exposing a large part of their backs to Zhang Xiaowu.
Zhang Xiaowu rides his horse slowly, without getting anxious or in a hurry, so that none of his enemies can escape. He likes to shoot people in the back, and those people don't even have a chance to dodge.
"Whoosh——"
"Whoosh——"
Two more Tartars died.
Finally, these people realized that they could not escape, so they came back to fight. Zhang Xiaowu sneered and continued to shoot arrows, killing those who dared to fight back one by one. In the end, only the Wuhuan man holding the cross sword stared at him.
Her eyes looked at him in horror, as if the man in front of her was the God of Death. Only he could harvest the souls of others, but others could not resist at all.
Zhang Xiaowu touched the arrow pot and found that there were no arrows. He spat, jumped off his horse, pulled out the arrow from the corpse of a Tartar man, put it on the bowstring again, and pointed it at the Wuhuan man.
The Wuhuan man suddenly screamed and raised his cross sword high. Zhang Xiaowu aimed at the man's head and was about to shoot an arrow, but saw the Wuhuan man kneeling on the ground with a plop, holding the cross sword in both hands, and lowered his head to express
Surrender.
It was a punch on the cotton. Zhang Xiaowu thought that the leader was a tough guy, but he didn't expect that he was softer than his ears. He stepped forward, took the cross sword, and glanced at the white young man in front of him. He didn't know it at first glance.
I almost got mad, right in front of me
This handsome Wuhuan man actually looks like a young version of Tom Cruise. Well, Tom Cruise is a tough guy no matter what. He even filmed "Mission: Impossible 6" when he was in his fifties, and he didn't even need a stunt double to complete it himself.
He performed a stunt by jumping off a building and broke his bones after falling.
The little "Tom Cruise" raised his head and showed a flattering smile. Thinking of Yin Jiu'er who committed suicide by drowning himself in the river, Zhang Xiaowu was so angry that he chopped off his head with a sword.
Even after killing all his enemies, Zhang Xiaowu's heart did not move at all. People cannot be resurrected after death, and those who are gone are gone. He stepped on the fine sand and looked at the rushing Jialan River in the distance, thinking about everything in the past seven days.
Jiu'er was so delicate and stubborn that she immediately knelt down by the river and howled.
In my previous life, I cried because my parents were in a car accident. In this life, I cried because my wife died.
The fall of Tucheng and Paoze's death in battle were far less than the death of his wife. When he came to this bad world, he had been living in confusion. And when he woke up for the first time, he fled with Jiu'er, fleeing all the way.
, thinking about the future along the way. Neither of them talked about the past, the death and hatred of their relatives, they just wanted a new life. But the new life gave him a heavy blow, tell him, your happiness
It is an extravagant hope, and the cruel present is life.
"Zhang Xiaowu, I am a member of your Zhang family when I am born, and a ghost of your Zhang family when I die. Remember, your first wife is named Yin Jiuer."
"Rumble--"
With a thunder, the first spring rain finally came belatedly. Zhang Xiaowu could no longer cry, but started to retching. He sat by the river and stared at the water. Unknowingly, his body was soaked with moisture. He was confused and numb.
Sitting on the ground, I finally realized that the river was slowly flooding to my ankles.
The Jialan River has swollen.
For the past few days, the thought of protecting Yin Jiu'er has supported him, but now that Jiu'er is gone and the surrounding fields are vast, where is his place to stay? He even has the urge to commit suicide by drowning himself in the river and go to hell with Yin Jiu'er. But as a psychological
As an adult at the age of thirty-four, he still regained his senses and walked back to the recess of the river embankment. Where he hid last night, there was an oilcloth bag on the ground, which was the only piece of bread left by the two of them.
"We will only eat this bread unless we really run out of food. This is our last food preparation."
The little bride likes to hoard food to prepare for emergencies, just like an industrious squirrel.
The river was about to fill up to the embankment. Zhang Xiaowu picked up the noodles and hid them in his arms as if they were treasures. He faced the river and said, "Jiu'er, I'm leaving. You are a member of my Zhang family. You will be a member of the Zhang family in life and in death."
Zhang family ghost." After saying that, he picked up a sharp spear from the ground, got on his horse, and headed west.
The heavy rain poured down, soaking him and his horse inside and out, and unconsciously made him dizzy. After touching his forehead, he realized that he had a severe fever, so he found a forest to hide in the rain.
There was a skin bag hanging on the horse. When Zhang Xiaowu untied it, it turned out to be strong wine and dried meat. He couldn't help but feel happy. He drank a few sips of strong wine and ate dried meat to dispel the coldness in his body. Within a few days, he finally got it.
Even though Tartar's salt was a bit bitter, having salt in his mouth gave him a little more strength.
The rain on the Saibei Wasteland came and went quickly. It stopped in less than half an hour. Then the sun came out and shined on the wasteland again. The fragrance of vegetation floated in the air. Looking at the sparkling waves in the distance
In the quiet grassland, Zhang Xiaowu's depressed heart gradually relaxed. When he turned around, he was so angry that he found that the stolen horse had actually run away on his own.
"Sure enough, it's not his own horse, so it's not loyal." Zhang Xiaowu cursed from a distance. He probably had a fever again. He was cold all over and couldn't muster any strength.
Now he didn't know where to go. He just knew that it was noon and the sun was in the south, so he headed back to the south. He didn't know how long he had been walking, but he felt more and more weak. When he saw the sky getting dark, he thought to himself, "Is it possible that I am here?"
Are you going to die? The graceful figure of a girl seemed to appear in front of his eyes. The girl called her hand to him and said, "Brother Xiao Wu, come here, I'm here."
Zhang Xiaowu walked forward numbly, not even knowing if he was walking south. After walking for an unknown amount of time in the dark night, Zhang Xiaowu stumbled to a small poplar forest. He sat under the tree, stretched out his hand, and actually touched
When he arrived at a skull, he was suddenly startled into a cold sweat, and his mind suddenly came to his senses. He took out the last piece of bread from his arms. The already hard bread had become soft after being soaked in the rain.
"It should be Jiu'er who asked me to eat it and survive."
As he gnawed on the bread, he felt pain in his heart like a dull knife cutting flesh, and his whole body was in burning pain.
"Wuhuan, the feud between you and me has been added!" Zhang Xiaowu ate all the noodles, and his body regained his strength and his mind became much clearer.
"Hey Jiejia! Sarasha!"
A foreign voice came from the other side of the birch forest, and Zhang Xiaowu quickly moved towards the source of the sound. Through the needles of the birch forest, Zhang Xiaowu saw the faint appearance of fire in the distance, and heard the neighing of war horses in the wind.
The wounded soldiers howled, not knowing whether they were friends or foes behind the woods.
