Novoland: Eagle Flag Chapter 3: Eighth

Suma held up a lamp, which slightly illuminated the tent.

The tent was open, the quilt on the bed was spread out, and the white snow fox fur that Asule carried was pressed on it, but there was no one there. She looked around and walked lightly to the back of the bed. The darkness between the bed and the tent was illuminated by the lamp, and the child in the corner raised his arm to block the light, narrowing his eyes slightly to look at Suma.

The two stood silently facing each other. After a long time, Asule lowered his head again, hugged his legs, and rested his chin on his knees. Suma stretched out her hand, tugged at his sleeve, put her hand on her cheek and made a sleeping gesture, saying that it was time to fall asleep. Asule didn't answer, Suma tugged at his sleeve, refusing to let go.

She changed into a gold-stamped red dress, her head was turned upside down, and her slender neck was lined with a snow-white collar, which was as bright as her older sister.

"Sorry..."

Suma thought she had heard wrong.

Asule turned his face slowly, he stared into Suma's eyes, and gently reached out to touch her face: "I'm sorry..."

Suma froze for a moment, then shook her head slightly. She wanted to laugh, but couldn't, so she pinched her face and put on a funny smile.

"Suma... I'm sorry..."

Tears suddenly rolled down the child's face, and he trembled like a fallen leaf, and suddenly he became so weak that broken sadness poured out of his eyes.

Suma stared at him blankly, slowly opened her arms to hold his head in her arms, and put her face sideways on the top of his head.

"I'm a waste," Asule said in a low voice, "I can't even protect you."

Suma stroked his back lightly, a slight sadness and a trace of sweetness welled up in her heart. The master suddenly became the six-year-old child when he first arrived at Zhenyanbu. He ran on the grass, fell down, and burst into tears. Suma held his head in her arms and fed him. A piece of crisp candy, kissed his face, told him not to cry. At that time, the wind seemed to be blowing softly around me again. At that time, my father was riding on a tall red horse, and my sister's singing was loud and clear.

Suma lowered her head and pressed against his face. This child's body is always cooler than ordinary people, but now Suma can feel the warmth on his skin. scattered. The whole world is cold, only the child in her arms makes her feel at ease.

After a while, Suma stretched out her hand and gently drew in Asule's palm.

Suma can write. She used to write when she talked with Asule, but after arriving in Qingyang Department, Suma never wrote any words in his palm. After finishing writing, Suma raised the lamp and walked out of the tent silently. Asule looked at his palm and clenched his fist tightly. He looked at Suma's back, and tears suddenly fell.

"Suma, have you met my grandma?" Asule wiped away tears.

Suma shook her head. The two Da-Yan clans in Qingyang both passed away early, and there are four remaining Zan-Yan clans. Among them, only Asule's mother has given birth to a child, so she is considered to be the mistress of the Golden Tent. But Suma is a pariah, and she doesn't even have the chance to step into the golden tent.

"Follow me to see Grandma?" Asule stood up.

Suma froze for a moment, then nodded. Asule came up and blew lightly, and the light went out. In the darkness, Suma felt that her hand was being held, and Asule's palm was cold.

Golden Tent Palace.

Huma came out of the tent holding half a basin of charcoal. The strong wind blows the white tails on the top of the tent, hunting. The side Yan family are distinguished by color, and the white tent is the tent of Lousu of the Yan family in the north of Shuo. Huma is already very old, and has been promoted from a small servant girl to a female officer in charge in the golden tent.

"It's windy at night," Huma turned her head and told the maid in the outer tent, "Don't sleep too hard, don't let the wind leak in, Mrs. Yan's health is not good, and I want you to look good when you get cold!"

Her voice was cold and stern, but she looked at those trembling little slave girls with pity. The Maharaja has countless women, and they all want to have a child to rely on. However, the Maharaja doesn't like to be close to women. Three women have given birth to boys, but none of them have good results.

"Fate!" Huma lowered the curtain, "There is no life to enjoy life."

A small figure flashed out from the side of the tent, Huma was so startled that he almost threw the charcoal basin away, the figure had already come up and grabbed her hand.

"Nurse, nurse, it's me. I'm Asule." Huma heard a familiar voice. She lowered her head and saw Asule's face clearly.

Huma froze for a moment, looked around vigilantly, hurriedly wrapped his head in his arms, retreated to the side of the tent, saw that his face was covered with dirt, how long he had been hiding in the wind, hurriedly Wipe him with his sleeve: "My lord, why are you here again?"

"Nurse," Asule said softly, "I want to see Grandma."

"Without the Majesty's order, this is not the place for you!" Huma reproached and shook off his hand.

Asule's hand was thrown off, but he refused to leave, and stood silently with his head bowed.

Huma sighed: "Your Majesty, you are already an older child. If you haven't been summoned, you can no longer enter the inner tent. The majesty is still summoning people late at night today. There are many people, and people will find out. If you are caught, you will be punished at most, and those of us who are slaves will be sad."

Asule still does not leave. Footsteps came from outside, it was patrolling guards passing by, Huma was frightened, hardened his heart, and yelled in a low voice: "No! You are already grown up! If you don't leave, I will call someone!"

The little hand that held her trembled. Slowly, Huma felt that little hand let go, and the child turned around silently, bowed his head and walked away. Huma's hand was still stretched out there, the wind was blowing on the fingertips, no one was holding it, so cold. A heartache surged up suddenly.

"Okay, okay!" She went up and hugged Asule, "Ancestor, you can't always play childish temper, this is a terrible thing!"

Huma held his face in his hands, and saw that there was a faint round of clearness rolling down the eye sockets.

"Thank you nanny." Asule waved to the darkness, "Suma, come out too."

Suma sneaked out from the corner lightly, stood beside Asule, with her head bowed. Huma also secretly marveled at the delicate and delicate skin like goat's milk and the **** and quiet eyes. Suma noticed Huma's eyes and lowered her head even lower.

"The little woman in your tent?" Huma pinched Asule's face, "When I grow up, I will know how to bring women to see my mother."

Suma's face flushed slightly, Asule frantically waved his hands in Huma's arms.

"Why are you blushing?" Huma gently touched his hand, "If you really grow up and find a woman, your mother will really feel relieved."

She pulled Asule: "Hush your voice, come with me."

Huma dismissed the two little female slaves who were on duty in the outer tent, and opened the curtain by a thread.

Asule dragged Suma in quietly. Huma put her finger on her lips: "I can't play childish temper this time, I can only stay here and watch. If I make any noise, I will be punished."

Asule nodded solemnly.

Huma then lifted the curtain of the inner tent, and said in a low voice: "It's okay these days, it's very quiet, and I slept soundly."

Suma looked at Asule, the child quietly looked inside, and suddenly grew up.

Under the only light in the inner tent, a young and graceful woman sat quietly on the mink blanket. Suma had never seen such a quiet and kind woman. She was holding a swaddling baby in her arms, rocking it gently, with a faint smile on her lips. Suma's mother is a beauty known as the "Heavenly Maiden" on the grassland, but she is brave and resolute, not as gentle as the mother under the lamp. An unknown incense was burning in the inner tent, it was slightly sweet and made people want to sleep quietly.

"Asule." The woman called softly.

Suma was taken aback, all of them held their breath, and Zian Yan didn't even look back, but she still found out.

Asule didn't respond at all, and Huma was not surprised, everything was still quiet, the woman lowered her head and kissed the swaddling baby in her arms. Suma saw that there was no child in the swaddle at all, but a cotton doll with a pair of monotonous and dark eyes painted on it.

"She doesn't know we're here, she's talking to that doll." Asule said softly, "That's my grandma... she went crazy the first day she gave birth to me, she knew my name, but never recognized me. She hugged the doll, thinking it was me, and when I grew up, she couldn’t recognize me, and thought I was a child.”

"Crazy..." Suma's heart trembled.

"Ama's body is also fragrant, just like you. When she was young, people in Shuobei called her the musk girl." Asule lowered his head, and Huma gently patted his head.

The woman in the tent hummed softly, it was a nursery rhyme, and the mother sang it to lull the child to sleep. But listening to it in this silent night, it is far away and empty, and it is indescribably lonely and desolate.

Asule left the tent without looking back. Huma looked at his back and shook his head slightly: "Your master is a good boy, but we barbarians don't value this."

Suma looked at his back and wanted to follow him, but Huma held his hand.

"Son, follow your master well." Huma gently touched Suma's hand, "You are born well, you look like a nobleman. This hand is really soft. I have never seen such a beautiful hand like yours on the grassland." Woman, believe what Huma said, Huma knows how to read, and when Huma sees you, he knows that ordinary people cannot marry you. You must marry the master on the grassland."

Suma raised her head to look at her in surprise, but Huma walked into the tent with her back bent. The curtains of the tent were closed, and the voice of Yan's singing was faintly heard.

Late at night, the area around the Golden Tent Palace became quiet.

The curtain was lifted, and the guard warrior walked briskly to the sitting bed and knelt down: "Majesty, the generals are still waiting outside the tent."

The majesty, resting on his forehead, did not open his eyes: "They have been arguing for a whole day, but they just didn't fight. Isn't that enough? You let them go back, and we can discuss tomorrow if there is anything to do."

"I have already said that the generals also said that they did not want to disturb the majesty's rest, so they pushed General Bach, saying that they would definitely like to see the majesty and have a few words with the majesty."

"Bach?" Maharaja sighed, "You let him in."

Bach's clanking iron armor sounded from afar, his skinny face was expressionless, and he came in and knelt down to salute.

"It's late at night, and you have been arguing with the Great Khans for a whole day. If you want Baobi Mogan to go, the Great Khans say that Bimogan is the most suitable person as the eldest brother. The eldest son, the shack, and the third son Shack, you were still fighting in secret before, but now that there is Dong Lu, you dare to jump out in the open!" The majesty took the case lightly, "I heard that in Dong Lu, this is called forming a party. It is a capital offense. Bach, are you not afraid that I will kill you?"

"Bach doesn't want to die." Bach replied unhurriedly.

The majesty sneered: "You don't want to die, and you are not afraid of me. I know that your brother is a general in the Ayihan family. Muli has been with me all my life since he was a slave, and my brother Erlu, They are all the pillars of Qingyang. You support Bi Mogan, and I can’t kill any of them, and over there, those who support Xu Dahan are my three brothers. Bach, what do you think I should do?”

"Bach thinks that this is the Maharaja's fault!"

"Hehe," the majesty laughed twice, "So I was wrong, but I was wrong?"

"Bach didn't study much, but I heard that Dong Lu was the eldest son who ascended the throne."

"Yes, the emperors of the East Six often pass the throne to the eldest son, and the other sons are named princes who have support but no land. Are you trying to persuade me to Libi Mogan?"

"It doesn't matter whether it is better than Mogan, but the majesty knows that Asule is not in good health, and it is hard to say how long he can live, but he has never abolished Asule. Can the nobles feel at ease? Bach raised his head and looked straight at the majesty, "If we don't have a talented son, can our Qingyang, as the leader of the Kulig Conference, pass on to the next generation? Capital crime, we do not regret it!"

The maharaja did not answer, but also looked directly into his eyes.

The silence in the golden tent was palpitating. After a while, Bach shivered slightly and lowered his head. The generals pushed him in, and he had made a lot of determination before he came in, but at this moment, for some reason, he still felt a little guilty.

"Bach, what kind of person do you think is the monarch of our grassland?" the maharaja asked softly.

Bach froze for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

"Like King Xun, like the ancestor, or like my father?" A king who has never existed before. In fact, what I think in my heart is a person like Bai Yin, the founding emperor of the Eastern Luyin Dynasty. If he can raise the banner in a chaotic era, thousands of people will follow him I feel that what he does is right. He must have the kindness of a goat, so that he can love all people on the grassland; he must have the courage of a lion, so that he will not back down; so that he can grit his teeth and accomplish a great deed."

The majesty sighed softly: "But my sons are not like this. They are eagles that grew up with iron chains, and they cannot fly high. The four older ones All of them are more suitable to be a maharaja than Asule, but they are still far away from being a hero. And if I abolish Asule and set up a new son, will everything be safe? The spearhead is still right A new son, and then still fighting. Tieyou and Guimu can use swords in front of me. When I die in the future, they can bring warriors to kill me and kill you. But you don’t understand this, and you have to tie each other up. This shack, will this shack of yours be a small tribe in the future? The eldest son division, and the third son division."

"I..." Bach stayed there.

"Okay, there's no need to say anything," Maharaja waved his hand, "I'm very tired and need to rest. They pushed you in, what else can I do?"

Bach hesitated for a moment: "I discussed it with Ba Bang and the wooden plow, and everyone thinks..."

"What do you think?"

"Everyone thinks that the son's health has been bad, and he used to recuperate in the Zhenyan Department in the south. If it is really just a hostage, the princes of the various families will have to fight, then it is really not possible, and please protect the prince. Let the son go Go." Bach's voice dropped.

The majesty nodded: "You want Asule to go to Donglu, is it because he is a useless son? He has no cattle, sheep and population, so send him to die, and the rest is my good Sons, you can fight, you can fight, you are useful, right?"

"Let me tell you, before I die, I don't want to hear someone tell me that I want to send Asule to East Lu." The envoys are coming, and they are all my sons, whoever he chooses is the one! For Qingyang, I can sacrifice everything!"

Bach walked to the entrance of the tent, and heard the low voice of the Maharaja behind: "Get out!"

Suma and Asule rode the pony together, and Asule rode in front. He was already about the same height as Suma, but Suma still put him in front of him as before and pulled the reins by herself.

Muli's village is a long way from the golden tent, and the pony walks unsteadily. The northern capital city is very large, and there were no houses in it. In the spring grazing season, the herdsmen took tents and horses to go out to graze, leaving an empty city, and the grass was full of traces of tents. There are no traces of people in sight, and only the stars can tell the way.

"Grandma's name is Lemo. I heard from the adults that Abba first ascended the throne and became a maharajah, and the white wolf cavalry from Shuobei came to attack us all the way to the city of Beidu. Later, your abba and Da Da from the Lanma tribe came to attack us. The Great Khan of Delhi came to the rescue with his troops, and finally repelled Shuobei. The two sisters, my mother and my father, were given to my father as the Yan family. My mother lived in a white tent. She was the Cian Yan family when she was young. Ah My mother didn’t give birth to me until she was 30 years old. On the first day after giving birth to me, she went crazy. The adults said it was for me. I am Gu Xuan, and I can **** people’s souls. Grandma’s soul was sucked by me. When I was young, Huma was my nanny. She told me that I must be braver and smarter than my brothers, so that my grandmother would also have status. My father has many women, some of whom I can’t name. If I No, grandma will be bullied by others. Grandma is already crazy, she has nothing but me. But I can’t, the fourth brother is right, I can’t do anything well, riding a horse, practicing swords, let alone Going to war, I'm a waste." Asule said softly.

He often talks to Suma like this, although he will never hear Suma's answer.

"But..." He shook his head, "I don't want to be a waste either, I really... really worked hard!" A sudden sourness rose from his heart, and he stared blankly at Sky. Suma's hand was warm, reaching out from behind, gently touching his face. The tenderness between his fingers made him stunned for a moment, he turned his head and saw Suma's eyes, feeling a little embarrassed.

"I'm really useless, that's all I know to say..." He scratched his head.

Suma shook her head slightly.

"Maybe you are the only one in this world who doesn't think I'm useless..." Asule said softly.

Suma still shook her head.

She tilted her head, brushed his head, and stroked his braid gently with her fingers. Asule felt his head itch, and after a while, he finally couldn't help laughing. Suma also laughed, still shaking her head silently.

Until many years later, on a rainy night, Asule looked up at the dark night sky on his fiery red horse, and suddenly remembered that night when Suma shook his head silently. Then he understood what he had never said. , the real meaning.

Suma is not saying that he is or is not a waste, but that when a person becomes the closest person, then whether he is a waste is completely unimportant.

There was no sound of thunder, and the drizzle fell silently.

"Ah! It's raining!" Asule touched his wet head, "Let's go back to the tent."

The rain became heavier in a blink of an eye, and the cold big raindrops hit the body, which felt a little painful. Asule took off his white fox cloak and shook it on top of Suma and himself. Suma took a pony and wanted to take a shortcut.

She turned her head unintentionally, her body froze suddenly.

"Suma?" Asule followed her and turned around.

His heart was cold, and he felt extremely ominous.

There was someone behind them, and the black cavalry of the squad quietly followed behind them. Those tall black war horses were more than two heads taller than Asule's pony, and the white air they exhaled could spray on Asule's face. The silent warriors on horseback seem to be majestic and burly in iron armor and helmets. The sky was completely dark, and there were no stars, only the lamp in Suma's hand was left to illuminate, but their faces could not be illuminated. The raindrops hit their hard armor, splashing water, as if covering them with a shimmer.

"Which tent do you belong to?" Asule shouted boldly, "I am the Fifth Prince."

The pony was also a little frightened and moved forward quietly.

No one answered, those people drove the dark horses and approached them, and the black horses became restless and snorted uneasily. According to the light, they each have a cold arc of light, which is a saber. Asule had never seen this kind of knife before, it was slender and slender, and the curved arc of the knife head made people feel intimidated.

"You... who are you?" Asule trembled.

Suma didn't even dare to stay for a moment, she threw away the lantern in her hand, and the horse whip hit the pony's head, and the pony spread its hooves and galloped wildly in the rain.

The sound of hoofbeats followed behind him like a shadow. The people on the black horses were indeed chasing them up, they were not chasing them tightly, like a predator biting a flock of sheep, slowly chasing the footsteps of their prey, and hadn't really started their lightning-like pounce .

The howling sound was ear-piercing, Asule and Suma suddenly lowered their heads, and something passed over their heads.

"Arrows... are arrows! They are shooting us!" Asule realized that it was the chaser who was shooting arrows. The arrow went two feet higher, and it was not intended to kill them, but it was undoubtedly a threat.

"Is it Danhu?" Asule asked himself, his mind was in chaos.

The chill on his body hasn't subsided a bit, but it has become more and more intense, as if a cold knife is pressing against his back, and he doesn't know when it will stab in. He couldn't explain clearly, but he intuitively felt that those riding black horses were different from ordinary barbarian warriors. Barbarian warriors were like sabers with serrated blades used by tiger and leopard riders, while these warriors were like the thin knives they used, cold and cold And sharp, with a piercing cold air.

Little Ma took two people with him, and gradually he couldn't run anymore. Those black horses seemed to be approaching slowly, and they didn't light torches, but on such a rainy night where you can't see your fingers, those people seemed to be able to see things. get rid of.

Suddenly a gun appeared in front of him, and a string of flames seemed to be the torches of the nocturnal herdsmen. Asule felt relieved, and shouted loudly: "Save people! Save people!"

The fire-holding team immediately spread out and surrounded them. They had pheasants and deer hanging behind their horses, and someone carried a deer with arrows on their shoulders. The whole team was neatly dressed in blue-gray leather armor. orderly.

"Is it... is it the men and horses of General Dafeng Zhangmu Haiyang?" Asule recognized the attire.

"Who?" The leading warrior shouted, he was very vigilant, with a feathered arrow on the horn bow in his hand, pointing directly at Asule.

"I am the Fifth Prince!" Asule raised his wrist, "Someone, someone is chasing me!"

His wrists are tied with a leopard tail fur, which is dazzlingly white. The leopard is the totem of Qingyang, and the only ones who dare to match the tail of a white leopard, apart from the Maharaja and the hereditary prince, are only the princes. The samurai were startled, and they put down their bows and arrows one after another. The leading samurai saluted with his chest pressed.

"Who dares to chase after the fifth prince?" The warrior leader roared and rode his horse to Asule's side.

By using the torches of the warriors of the Great Wind Tent, one could vaguely see that the warriors on the black horses had already stopped a hundred paces away. In the darkness, he vaguely felt that there were cold and sharp eyes piercing his body.

"Who dares to chase after the fifth prince?" The leader became annoyed, feeling neglected, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

They had the upper hand in numbers, and when they said this, the hunting soldiers under Gale's tent had already picked up their hunting bows. The hunting bows of the barbarians are also weapons. The arrows are accurate and powerful, and their penetrating power at a distance of a hundred steps is not inferior to that of war bows.

Still quiet.

But it was only for a short time, the sound of iron hoofs rang out suddenly, and the black horse warriors swept up, and they charged!

There were only a few dozen or so people riding against the wind tent, but they attacked on their own initiative.

"You're looking for death!" The leader swung his knife sharply, "Your Majesty, please stand by and watch the battle, draw your bows!"

Dozens of swift arrows were shot out together. Bows and arrows are the proud weapons of the barbarians. A strong warrior can shoot through a yak with one arrow! The warriors on the black horse only had long swords in their hands, but when they swung the long swords, those powerful arrows were all swung away. Miraculously, no one was hit by the arrows, and they seemed to be able to see the trajectory of those arrows clearly.

In an instant, the war horse rushed straight in front of him. The warriors of the Dafeng tent also drew their swords together.

"Come on!" The leader shouted to boost morale.

Facing the samurai who charged at the forefront, he slashed at his horse. He is the one with the best sword skills among this group of people. Killing one person first is to establish his prestige. But when the sword fell, those warriors on black horses seemed to have turned into shadows, and somehow, the sword was gone. Lingzheng was surprised, and suddenly felt his body lighten up, and the severe pain from his neck made him completely lose consciousness after a moment.

In the eyes of the other warriors, at the moment when the two horses crossed, the warriors on the dark horses on the opposite side acted like a strange bat, leaping away from the saddle lightly, and the knife on the back was gone. His head suddenly spattered with blood, and his body was still sitting on the horseback.

The torch in his hand has been transferred to the opponent's hand. The warrior on the black horse was as silent as a stone, and he stood next to the leading horse holding a torch. After a moment of silence, he waved his hand and hit the vest of the headless corpse with a torch.

The leader's body fell to the back of the horse.

The torches go out.

The warriors of the Great Wind Tent hadn't recovered from their astonishment, but the sharp blade wind was already approaching the front door.

Hiding in a bush of tiger tongue thorns hundreds of steps away, Asu clenched his fists tightly, feeling that the splashed blood seemed to be sprayed on his eyes. That was a complete massacre. The warriors on the black horse quickly passed by the opponent with their horses, and accurately handed out their swords. The enemy was immediately disemboweled, and the stumps fell bloody. And they are like ghosts in the wind, there is no way to catch them.

Every time the falling torches were accompanied by miserable howls, those falling torches finally illuminated the terrified faces of the warriors, and then their heads suddenly fell down.

Asule trembled, his eyes were filled with the blood red of thick gorilla, his ears were filled with wailing and the terrifying sound of the sword cutting bones. He stretched out his hand in fear, and tightly grasped Suma's hand, which was icy cold and trembling like a dead leaf in the wind. When he looked down, Suma's face was completely pale.

His heart skipped a beat, and he realized that Suma was exactly what he had imagined. It was the massacre on the southern grassland. , must also reflect such a cruel scene. The stumped limbs of relatives are flying, warm blood is splashed on the face, howling like hell, half-dead people are struggling to crawl, and someone leads a horse to quickly make up a knife in the back...

"Suma, don't be afraid..." He lowered his voice, but found that all the words were pale at this time.

He stretched out his hands to cover Suma's ears. A pair of slightly trembling hands also covered his ears at the same time, both of them were slightly stunned for a moment, then Asule hugged Suma vigorously, and Suma hugged him vigorously. The two of them stuck together like this, listening to the howling outside getting weaker and weaker, the sky seemed to be collapsing, and it would rain blood, only the two of them could rely on each other in the world.

I don't know how long it took, but the surroundings became quiet.

Boldly, Asule took a sneak peek under the cover of the tiger's tongue spine which was two feet high. The torches are already in the hands of the black horse warriors, and their iron hooves are stepping on the blood-stained ground. Those majestic horses are eating the turf with blood. The thirty riders who were still alive just now are only thirty people, and thirty carcass of a horse.

The skinny man was the leader of the dark horse warriors. The dark horse warriors scattered among the crowd to search through the corpses, and finally gathered around him, shaking their heads silently. The skinny warrior pondered for a moment, then raised his hand suddenly, and the warriors dispersed in a clatter, lit up torches and searched the grass inch by inch. Only the skinny warrior was left alone on the grass that had killed people, his cold and sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, and seemed to be gradually cast on the bush of tiger tongue thorns.

He covered his face, and Asule couldn't see his face clearly, but felt that his gaze had cut his face.

That's the look in the eyes of a murderer! Asule leaned down suddenly, leaning tightly against the half of the soil slope, just facing that kind of eyes, felt like he couldn't breathe. The thin warrior scanned for a week, led his horse, intentionally or unintentionally, he approached the bush of tiger tongue thorns with his gun in his pocket. The sound of his horse's hooves was the heaviest among all the sounds of hooves, every time he stepped on his heart, his long knife pointed at the ground obliquely, and blood fell drop by drop.

The sound of hooves, breathing, the sound of hooves, breathing, Suma tried her best to hold her breath, but it was in vain, her breathing was following the sound of the man's hooves, pushing her to the end step by step.

Suma suddenly felt that Asule, who was trembling like her, quieted down, and was breaking her arms around her waist. Suma raised her head and saw his serious face. She didn't know why his strength suddenly became so strong. Suma wanted to hug him tightly, but Asule pulled her hand away finger by finger. .

Suma went to tug on his sleeve, Asule shook her off fiercely. He stared into Suma's eyes and backed away step by step.

Suma shook her head desperately, she didn't know if she was dreaming. That terrible sense of fear came back again, and she would never forget that when Zhenyanbu's stockade was set on fire, the nanny who raised her abandoned her and ran outside desperately. Then a cavalryman chopped down the nurse with a knife, and stepped on her head with his horse. The kind of loneliness engraved in my heart is more terrible than death.

She is not afraid of death, but she is afraid of being left behind.

Asule shook his head silently at her, and retreated without stopping. Under the moonlight, his slightly pale face revealed a seriousness, even irresistible majesty.

The cold fear seemed to hold his heart like a huge hand, making him feel like his chest was about to burst with every heartbeat. He licked his lips, trembling uncontrollably, he really wanted to throw himself into the grassy puddle to curl up with Suma, hug her tightly to forget the fear. But he couldn't, he had to make a decision while that courage was still supporting him.

"Don't come out! Suma! Don't come out! Don't be afraid!" he said softly, "I will protect you!"

Suma reached out to pull him, but it was too late.

Asule suddenly jumped out of the cover of the tiger tongue thorn, he stood there without shaking, and pulled out the blue shark from his chest. The warriors on black horses pushed their horses and slowly approached, and the leader led the horse and stood in front of Asule. He didn't look at the blue knife in Asule's hand, but silently looked at the child.

No one could see how he made the move, but Asule was suddenly lifted up completely by him and placed on the horse. No need to order, everyone followed him and turned their horses.

Before the samurai left, he glanced back at the bush of tiger tongue thorns. Suma felt that his eyes pinned her like needles, making her unable to move at all. In a low voice, he laughed twice, sinisterly, like a small knife scraping a person's ear bone.

She has long been discovered, and the child's bravery cannot be hidden from these terrible killers.