Novoland: Eagle Flag: two

"Bamboo flowers bloom, bamboo flowers wither and fade, and the dumb speak."

She looked at the whistling child, only this nursery rhyme from northern Shanxi echoed endlessly in her mind.

Moonlight casts from a high window. Surrounding the faint light is a deep dark blue that has been seeping into the darkness, and there are occasional frightened eyes flashing in the darkness. People whose fate hangs in the hands of others always find it difficult to fall asleep. For three days, every night they will suddenly open their eyes wide from their light sleep, like an antelope that hears the wind and grass.

Overnight, the nobles of the Qiu family of the state of Jin became prisoners. Liren gathered all the descendants of the Marquis of Jin in a dilapidated and smelly stable, and then seemed to completely forget that they followed these captives helplessly worrying about their own lives.

The child under the window kept blowing a bamboo whistle in his mouth, a pair of black and white eyes stared blankly out of the window, and there was a smile on his face.

She knew it was one of her younger brothers but forgot her name. In addition to the sons and princesses of the Marquis of Jin, there are also some children of concubines. The same father and mother have different identities, and there are differences. For example, she can be favored by the Marquis of Jin to visit her at any time, while the concubine's children only visit their father at the family banquet during the reunion festival. All she knew was that the younger brother was born dumb and demented and played the bamboo whistle all day long.

"Don't blow it up! Trash! Fool! Dementia! Father is dead! How can you revive our Qiu family's family tradition with a trash like you?" Someone knocked the child down with a palm. The light from the window briefly illuminated his ferocious face, and the blue veins protruding from his forehead were coiled like thin snakes. That was her elder brother, Qiu Yi, the son of the Marquis of Jin.

She pulled the baby into her arms. Qiu Yi glanced at her sister and backed out.

"Don't be dejected, you're still alive!" Qiu Yi sat cross-legged by the side of the horse's haystack and punched the ground with a fist. "Our descendants of the Qiu family are still alive! Our ancestors only had one suit of armor and two handles when they conquered this mountain. It’s just a waist knife. Now there are dozens of men here who only know how to cry? Are you still the descendants of the Qiu family in northern Jin?”

Someone raised his head from the darkness and glanced around, and then his eyes dropped again. Qiu Yi became furious and stared at the silent people around him, panting like a wounded beast.

"There is no hope for the son, and there are no soldiers in northern Jin. The reinforcements from the Beishan camp will not come, they will come long ago." A son of a concubine, Qiu Hua, boldly broke the silence, "It is important to save your life now. .”

"Bastard! People from our Qiu family can die in battle and not be trampled on by others! Cowards and useless people are useless to come to the Qiu family. If you want to ask Li Ren for mercy, go by yourself!" Qiu Yi roared, "It's just a There is no place for you to talk here, you **** in the country!"

"They are all descendants of a father's blood, and they didn't die on the battlefield. What face is there to teach people here?"

Qiuhua's mother was an unnamed maid who was born in the countryside. This background made him unable to hold his head high even among his concubine brothers. At this moment, it was already precarious, and he no longer had to worry about Qiu Yi's prestige, and the words that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time finally turned into a loud roar.

"Bitch! Do you dare to be rude to me?"

Qiu Hua was stunned for a while, and suddenly she jumped up and pressed Qiu Yi to the ground with all her strength. Qiu Yi grabbed his brother's neck and the two struggled and rolled over. Qiu Hua was not as tall and tall as Qiu Yi, and was turned on the ground by her brother in an instant, her face was bruised. But Qiu Hua, who has always been submissive, desperately scratched off her nails, leaving bloodstains on Qiu Yi's face.

"Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!" Qiu Yi became furious, grabbed Qiu Hua's head and smashed it to the ground.

A figure suddenly threw Qiu Yi from behind, and all the descendants of the Qiu family in the stable moved up, and the children of the concubine and the direct descendants were completely divided into two factions. Fists, nails, and even teeth are the only weapons. The nobles and princes and grandchildren of the past grappled ugly together, waving their fists in vain, venting an inexplicable grievance in the panic of the doomsday.

The whistling boy got up from the ground. He still had blood-red handprints on his face, but he clapped his hands and smiled.

She has never felt that the laughter of this child is so cold. Suddenly she felt that all of them, including herself, were just actors singing and dancing on a huge stage, fluttering, crying, laughing, sad and happy, and completely forgot who she was. And there is a paper outside the stage that has recorded everyone's ending.

She held her whistling brother tightly in her arms and exhausted all her strength.

"Ah!"

A brother stepped on a pile of horse manure and involuntarily threw himself on the person opposite. The two lost their balance together and fell down, overwhelming more people, and mixed the brothers of the concubine and the concubine together. People got up from the ground and looked at each other a few times but didn't move again. The inexplicable stable was quiet again, and the widows of the Qiu family tightened their cloaks and sat back in corners sheltered from the wind.

The sound of horseshoes came from afar, and people became alarmed again.

There were guards shouting and asking outside the house, and then they were suppressed by disorderly footsteps. Qiu's descendants looked at each other wondering what happened. The door of the stable opened suddenly, and a gust of cold wind poured in. The captain in iron scale armor stumbled in and finally stabilized his figure, staring at the people around him with cloudy eyes.

"Brothers...what is this place?" The drunk captain yelled.

A team of knife and poker players walking crookedly followed the strong smell of alcohol as they entered the room.

"Wh... who is it? Who is gathering here? I don't know the curfew... Is it forbidden to meet privately under the curfew?" Another captain stepped forward and put his shoulder on his companion.

The children and grandchildren of the Qiu clan shrank back to the corners—there was nothing to talk about when they met drunken soldiers and rioters.

"Mute, dumb... Are you all dumb? Or deaf?" The captain stepped forward and slapped everyone, "Master Jun is asking you!"

"Master Jun!" Qiu Hua finally couldn't bear it and stood up, "What do we want to do if we have captured Master Jun?"

"So it's not dumb." The captain glanced at Qiu Hua and snorted.

"Mr. Jun, we are all captured and locked up here. You can ask the guards outside."

The captain looked at Qiuhua and suddenly kicked Qiuhua over and stepped on his back: "If you can talk, why are you talking now? Do you dare to underestimate your military master?"

"Speak, talk! If you can speak, say it! Don't say that the military master killed you! Let's see if the military master dares!" In the past, I could only use my last strength to hold on to two bundles of straw. Watching Qiuhua rolling on the ground, the other captain and the sword players laughed out loud.

"Too much deception!" Qiu Yi roared.

As soon as he propped himself up on the ground, two sharp knives had already locked his neck left and right. With a sinister smile on the face of the sword player, he gently stroked Qiu Yi's throat left and right with the knife. The school lieutenant stepped on Qiu Hua's eyes unhurriedly but landed firmly on Qiu Yi's body.

"You... you guys!" Qiu Yi's eyes were bloodshot and his whole face twitched beyond recognition.

"Shizi, Shizi" someone hugged his waist from behind fiercely, "Be patient, be patient!"

Qiu Yi panted like a wild beast, his eyes were like a wolf that had come to a dead end.

"We are not dead yet! Son! The Qiu family still has a future!"

Qiu Yi's palm was bleeding, it was because he scratched his palm with a fist. He finally took a step back and leaned against the wall, panting.

The lieutenant kicked Qiu Hua away, seeming a little disappointed, turning his eyes to look at everyone in the room. The hood of the cloak that suddenly touched the woman holding the child covered her face, but the two hands that were exposed were like ice sculptures.

The two captains looked at each other, licked their lips, and pushed forward from left to right.

"How does Xie Xuan destroy the northern and northern Qiu clan's evaluation of us?"

"Nanman."

"Is it still Nanban?"

"Yes."

It seems that Li Hou asked Xie Xuan casually and answered casually. Zhang Bo pressed the heater hard into his palms. He grew up in the warm and humid Liguo, which is not as hardy as Xie Xuan. Sanqi Yingfengtaxue followed the elite squad of Lei Cavalry far behind.

"I heard that Apocalypse has sent a special envoy to make Bailishi of Nanhuai the Duke of Nanhuai. From now on, Baili Jinghong will be the Duke of Tang. The rank is above the princes." Xie Xuan walked in silence for a while and suddenly said, "Thunder Cavalry The army killed 380 people in the battle, and the Chi Brigade suffered more than 4,000 casualties. Although we captured northern Shanxi, our accumulated losses over the past few years are not small."

"How much does Tang Jun lose?"

"There is no loss."

"No loss?"

"A total of 1,500 cavalry were dispatched. It is said that they left in a hurry and didn't have winter clothes ready. They were frostbitten and didn't go into battle. However, Chu Weiguo blocked the west city and still had a few hard battles."

"I have long said that the Baili Jinghong in the Tang Dynasty is a turtle!" Zhang Bo spat fiercely at the snow, "It was he who flattered the emperor and said that he would wipe out the royal family defending the northern Jin Dynasty. The Duke's is still his advantage, he takes all the loss and the losses are all on our Liguo's head!"

"Don't underestimate Mr. Tang. If you want to be a tortoise, you naturally have the knowledge to be a tortoise." Xie Xuan smiled. Even if the princes rushed to the Taiqing Pavilion to shout, there might not be a servant to entertain Tang Gong. He coughed at the feet of Nanhuai City. The emperor knew it in the imperial capital. Wait for the imperial doctor to go to Nanhuai Tanggong's wind and cold capital with the rewarded imperial medicine. Alright."

"What country princes, we left the country..." Zhang Bo rolled his eyes.

Xie Xuan is a high-standard, elegant and gentle man. Although he left the country, he has the demeanor of a young noble from Wuyuan. Zhang Bo has been unhappy about this for a long time.

"When it comes to Liguo, how many people don't say a word about the southern barbarians?" Xie Xuan smiled, "In the eyes of the princes in the imperial capital, we and the tribes in the northern land are remote barbarians. Saying a word about the country princes is already a relief for us. Cheek."

"Xie Xuan, you don't have a king...is it wrong?" Zhang Bo was furious, "Crack" and his saber was out of its sheath for half a foot.

"I think what Xie Xuan said is right. I'm a country prince in the Taiqing Pavilion." Marquis Li's horsewhip pressed Zhang Bo's hand, "Do you feel that you have a place as a country prince?"

Looking at Zhang Bo's disturbed appearance, Li Hou and Xie Xuan laughed together.

"Junhou" Xie Xuan's smile suddenly disappeared, "This is not acceptable."

"Well! This is not acceptable!" Li Hou also said.

"By the way, Junhou," Zhang Bo said suddenly, "I caught that woman, Junhou, and haven't seen it yet."

"Sure enough, I forgot."

On the day of breaking the city, it was just an excuse to play tricks on the imperial envoy. There is no shortage of women in the palace of Jicheng, the capital of Li Kingdom. Lihou was only interested in land and strong men. It was the night after Zhang Bo broke the city for three days when he remembered the woman he had captured.

"Zhang Bo, could it be that you have taken a fancy to that woman and want the Lord to reward you?" Xie Xuan smiled.

"If you give it to me, I will take it, but she is a beauty."

"Beauty?" Li Hou also laughed, "It seems that I have to go and have a look tonight, it seems that nothing will happen. Xie Xuan and Zhang Bo will go with me."

"Yes!" Zhang Bo replied, turning his horse around to greet the guarding cavalry.

Li Hou and Xie Xuan faced each other immediately.

"Have you thought about how to deal with Junhou if all the children of the Qiu family are locked together?" Xie Xuan suddenly asked in a low voice.

"Let me think again."

The sound of the clothes being torn was piercingly clear in the north wind. In the darkness, there were beast-like gazes, whether it was a sergeant or a man in northern Shanxi. The woman's skin was exposed to the cold air and was illuminated by the moon, as if pieces of transparent obscene clothes were still hanging on her body, and the color of the skin was no different. A school lieutenant wrapped her waist and squeezed her chest with one hand. The other lieutenant smiled obscenely, hugged her waist, touched her feet, and tore off her shoes. While looking provocatively at the captives around him, he reached in and slowly picked up the woman's petticoat, lifting it up little by little. Let the slender legs be exposed to all eyes.

Qiu Yi had three long knives on his neck, and his eyes were completely devoid of reason. If it wasn't for someone behind him pressing him down firmly on the ground, no one doubted that Qiu Yi would jump up and bite the necks of the two captains, tearing them all to pieces.

It was his brother who suppressed Qiu Yi. After all, there are still people who want to live and his sister is just a woman. The sword players stared at the captive with a drunken vigilance that was suddenly absent in the eyes of the sword, and occasionally turned to look at the woman with a low smile in her throat.

The captain gently touched the woman's round knee. Suddenly he couldn't bear it anymore, and ruthlessly tore off the woman's petticoat, and threw herself on it recklessly...

With a loud "bang", half of the door latch was shattered and flew straight out, and there was a fire in the dark room.

Everything fell silent after the loud bang. A school lieutenant held the woman tightly in his arms, and the other pulled out the long knife at his waist. The players also formed a row of shields vigilantly. The person who came raised the torch high above the top, and people couldn't see his face clearly. They just felt that his eyes reflected a little light from the fire, and when they swept around, everyone felt like they had to take a step back.

That is a pair of dreadful eyes.

"Who?" The captain who drew his sword took a step away from his men.

His last word was almost swallowed back in fright. Suddenly, a bull-like figure appeared behind the person, pulling him over like a chick, took off his saber with one hand, and kicked half of his front teeth with one kick.

"Dog's eyes!" The bull-like warrior dodged to protect his master and waved his big hand violently. A group of sergeants rushed into the stables, dozens of torches illuminated the surroundings, and dozens of sabers also formed a row of cold lights, approaching the swordsman with awe-inspiring light.

After the short confrontation between the numbers of the two sides, someone shouted in a low voice: "Take it!"

The next group of sergeants shouted in unison and stepped forward side by side with sabers in hand. The first team of saber and card players was also considered elite, and they were still cramped in the stable, but their shield wall was not in a mess, and they all pressed forward together, and at the same time, the saber was handed out from the gap in the shield.

"I'll cut them all!" The school captain who led the sword player was already red-eyed when he saw his companion rolling aside with blood on his mouth.

But the result of the battle was completely beyond his expectations. The sergeants with sabers rushed to the shield wall, withdrew their sabers and kicked their opponents' shields fiercely. The swordsman holding the shield with one arm is completely unable to resist that tyrannical force. The moment the gap in the shield wall was exposed, the saber slashed in mercilessly, blood spattered, broken arms and stumps fell on the straw, and the formation of the sword players completely collapsed. The saber player who was kicked to the ground was about to get up, and the saber was already on his neck. Several of them refused to give up the saber with blood and bravery.

But in the blink of an eye, the experienced saber warriors defeated the sword player without any harm. And that rough figure had already approached the remaining captain with big strides.

"You... don't come here!" The captain's hand trembled with a long knife and moved over the woman's neck. The samurai strode without any hesitation, and the captain could only take the woman back.

"Don't come here!" The captain roared in horror, his back was already firmly pressed against the wall.

The samurai didn't seem to hear a pinch of his wrist, snatched the long knife away, and then yanked the captain down with a palm and rolled aside.

"Do you know who we are? Don't you want to kill yourself?" He got up from the ground and roared loudly, mouthful of blood and teeth falling down.

"Then do you know who I am?" The torch held up by the general was slowly lowered, and the sharp face like a knife was exposed in the firelight, with a short reddish-brown beard and cheeks on his lips, and his eyes were deeply sunken. Approximately twenty** years old under the brow bone.

"It's... Lihou!" someone whispered in the sword player.

Both the captive and the captain shivered.

Zhang Bo hugged the half-naked woman by the waist: "Junhou is this woman!"

"How decent is Zhang Bocheng? Put some clothes on her." Xie Xuan said and threw his cloak to Zhang Bo. Zhang Bo casually wrapped the cloak around the woman and took another look at her. The woman opened a pair of black and white eyes, and the two black pupils were like deep holes. Although it is an astonishingly beautiful face, the pupils are still chilling, just like a painted beauty with no eyes and no vitality.

Zhang Bo frowned. He has no interest in this kind of ice-like beauty, and thinks that even if the prince bestows it on him, it will be meaningless. Not ingratiating and flattering, but politely saying that Cheng Huan's coming is just a decoration.

"Which country and general are you under?" Xie Xuan took out a white scarf from his arms and wiped the face of a school lieutenant carefully.

"It seems that the captain of Chu Weiguo dares to act presumptuously in front of our lord?" Xie Xuan looked at his military uniform.

The lieutenant clucked the few remaining teeth on Xie Xuan's half-smile face, but his lips tightened and he refused to say a word. Xie Xuan's eyes turned on the group of sword players and his smile became more gentle: "Don't say it? Do you underestimate our military law of Liguo?"

He suddenly threw down the white scarf and walked back to Li Hou's side.

"This person is not Chu Weiguo's school lieutenant, none of these people." Xie Xuan lowered his voice.

"Oh?" Li Hou Meifeng raised his eyebrows and the two exchanged glances.

"Kill them all!" Li Hou suddenly waved his hand, "Stop breaking our military laws!"

As soon as the military order was issued, Li Jun Lei's sabers were raised high. Before the phrase "Keep people under the knife" sounded, several bright lights of the knife had already fallen on the head and rolled to Li Hou's feet.

"Keep people under the knife! Keep people under the knife! Keep people under the knife..."

Li Hou turned his back to the door and didn't turn his head to see that the person stepped on the head under his feet, and a cold smile flashed on his lips.

"Knife...keep people under the knife" The fat and white imperial envoy rushed in panting with a group of personal soldiers. As soon as he entered the stable, the horse smell had already reached him, and he hurriedly covered his nose and panted heavily.

"Is the imperial envoy here? What a coincidence that I met Chu Wei's sergeant tonight. Is the imperial envoy here to see this Marquis's military power?"

"Jun...Junhou" the imperial envoy's always threatening eyes flickered, "Junhou misunderstood that these are the Jinwu Guards of the Yulin Heavenly Army."

"Isn't the Yulin Heavenly Army the forbidden army of the imperial capital? The entourage of the imperial envoy?" Xie Xuan stepped forward, "Why are you wearing Chuwei's military uniform? How can you leave the camp without authorization to harass the captives?"

"It's... the emissary's control is not strict... the control is not strict."

Ying Wuyi glanced at Xie Xuan and then looked at the imperial envoy without saying a word. With the imperial envoy's sharp tongue, this kind of response is obviously a ulterior motive, but Ying Wuyi has not yet figured out how a mere princess of the Marquis of Jin is worthy of the imperial envoy's big fight.

"Junhou" Xie Xuan glanced at the prisoners around him, then at the woman at Zhang Bo's feet, then at the row of sword players who were seriously injured on the ground, and finally looked back at Ying Wuyi There was a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Xie Xuan didn't hide the sneer that fell into the imperial envoy's eyes, his heart felt cold, and at the same time, Ying Wuyi suddenly looked back, as if he had pierced the imperial envoy.

"Your Majesty..." The imperial envoy probed.

Ying Wuyi turned to look at the prisoners around him and ignored the envoy.

"This is the emperor..." The imperial envoy braced himself.

"Is this such a trivial matter?" Ying Wuyi suddenly turned around and looked directly at the imperial envoy, "Why bother so much trouble?"

"Your Majesty..." The imperial envoy was puzzled. He spent more than a month with the princes of the Southern Desolate Kingdom, but he could never see his eyes clearly.

"Imperial envoys don't often go to the battlefield, do they? It's common for dead people to die on the battlefield, and there is often no reason..." Ying Wuyi smiled coldly, "If the imperial envoy finds it inconvenient, then I will do my best for the emperor." It’s a small amount of strength.”

Ying Wuyi walked slowly towards the door of the stable with his hands behind his hands. Xie Xuan nodded slightly to the group of Thunder Riders. The Thunder Riders withdrew their sabers from the Jin Wuwei's necks and rushed towards the descendants of the Qiu family who were curled up in the corner.

"Don't! Don't kill us! Please don't kill us!" A teenager who was only sixteen or seventeen years old screamed in horror, knelt on the ground and kowtowed desperately.

The captives have already seen the eyes of those thunder cavalry, those are murderous eyes.

"Don't! Don't kill me! Don't kill me! Let me do whatever you want!" The Qiu's youth just kowtowed like crazy.

"Coward!" A figure jumped out from the darkness in the corner. The man ruthlessly grabbed the boy by the neck and threw him aside, as if there was a sound of bones breaking. The boy rolled a few times and then made no sound. With his hands empty, the man posed in a beast-like attacking posture towards the approaching Li Jun, and his eyes were filled with madness in the firelight.

Even the veterans who were accustomed to fighting, the Li soldiers stopped and hesitated for a while.

"It's the eldest son of the Marquis of Jin, Qiu Yi," Xie Xuan leaned closer to Ying Wuyi's ear and said.

Ying Wuyi thought for a moment, turned and walked into Qiu Yi: "It turns out to be the son. I have heard for a long time that the son of the Marquis of Jin is brave and good at fighting, but it is a pity that I did not meet in the battle. At this point, does the son have anything else to say?"

"If we were to meet on the battlefield, you would have died by my knife long ago! The Nanman dog from Liguo! Come and kill me! Look at our Qiu clan's courage and don't think that our Qiu clan only has that kind of trash!" Qiu Yi growled.

Ying Wuyi was not angry, but raised her thick black eyebrows and looked at Qiu Yi carefully.

"Give him a knife!" Ying Wuyi shouted.

"Your Majesty, it's better not to cause more trouble," Xie Xuan said in a low voice.

"Give him a knife." Ying Wuyi repeated, "Let us see Qiu's courage. If you win, I will guarantee you to leave Qiuye City alive."

Qiu Yi showed a hint of surprise. He is quite conceited about his sword skills, the famous sword masters in northern Jin Dynasty, countless people who have been defeated by him, the first chance of escape is in front of him. He carefully looked at Ying Wuyi, who was wearing a fire-bronze armor, this catchy opponent didn't wear a weapon, and he had never been in contact with Nanhuang's martial arts.

A slender saber tremblingly stuck in front of Qiu Yi, and a huge figure covered Ying Wuyi behind his back: "You don't have to look at Zhang Bo's sword if you want to die! What qualifications does a prisoner have to fight with you?" Are we fighting against each other?"

Ying Wuyi smiled and shook his head at Xie Xuan. It was Xie Xuan who gave Zhang Bo the first look and rushed out to intercept Qiu Yi. Although his capable subordinates were not suitable, the cooperation at this time was seamless.

The scene of Zhang Bo grabbing a knife with his bare hands casts a heavy shadow on Qiu Yi's heart, but this is already his last chance. He gritted his teeth and pulled out his saber, flashing sideways, imitating the saber to face Zhang Bo at the brow. Zhang Bo loosely held his saber and was completely defenseless. The Thunder Riders put away their weapons one after another, leaving the space in the middle of the room, and a murderous atmosphere quietly rose.

Qiu Yi Dao didn't move, but the sliding steps and catwalks under his feet kept changing. The distance between him and Zhang Bo sometimes lengthened and sometimes shortened with his footwork. At the same time, he quietly looked at the length of his saber, after all, it was not his own weapon. Shanbei's swordsmanship emphasizes sharpness and killing intent only in the front line. Kill the enemy with all your strength in one attack and not pay attention to defense. Killing the enemy is the strongest defense.

Qiu Yi was waiting for the opportunity to attack, but Zhang Bo's loose posture made him hesitate.

Zhang Bo finally lost his patience. He swung the saber wheel over his head and slammed on the ground with the momentum of rushing forward. This is the direct exposure of the vital point of the slashing of the chest without any fancy. Qiu Yi waited for the opportunity, and when the saber sank, he stabbed out with all his might.

A stab is always faster than a slash, making full use of the length of the knife. Only warriors born in horse fighting use a strong vertical slash to split armor because the stab will cause their knife to get caught between the armor and the enemy. I can't get it out of my body.

"Zhang Bo!" Xie Xuan shouted violently.

Qiu Yi, who had a chance to win, suddenly realized that he was wrong. Zhang Bo, who is accustomed to using two-handed swords, gave him a saber and then freed up one hand, which was shrunk in front of his chest and pressed on Qiu Yi's back of the sword first. The two passed by, and Qiu Yi's half of his head fell to the ground, leaving a knife mark on Zhang Bo's chest.

Having lost the best opportunity, Qiu Yi could only turn around and chop desperately. Crazy back and forth slashing and slashing used all his strength for each blow, but he no longer had the murderous intent contained in the first cut. Zhang Bo Feng Dao teased on his chest to dodge Qiu Yi's attack. All the victories and defeats are clear at the time of the first knife. Zhang Bo just easily kills the enemy with one knife while waiting for Qiu Yi's power to be exhausted.

"You are not as good as Zhang Bo in battle," Ying Wuyi smiled at Xie Xuan.

"Your Majesty!" Xie Xuan's exclamation interrupted him.

Ying Wuyi didn't need to raise his head to feel the huge black shadow pressing down in midair. Just when Qiu Yi was about to run out of strength, Zhang Bo switched to holding a knife in both hands, but Qiu Yi suddenly turned over and rushed to the other side! Contrary to what Zhang Bo and everyone expected, Qiu Yi didn't slash and kill frantically until the last moment, when he swung his knife left and right to avoid Zhang Bo to the corner of the room, it was when his back was facing Ying Wuyi.

He still has the power to make the last stab to drag Qiu's enemies into **** together before he dies. At this moment, Qiu Yi with half of his head disheveled jumped up in the air like a man-eating ghost, while Ying Wuyi, who was under his knife, was unarmed.

The iron light of the saber flashed sadly and strangely against the moonlight and firelight.

Ying Wuyi stood sideways in front of him, half body armor bright red Qiu Yi quietly. Qiu Yi's half of the skull with one eye flew out, and the gushing blood splashed on Ying Wuyi's right shoulder. Zhang Bo's saber made of fine steel was only half left in Qiu Yi's hand, and a thin sword suddenly appeared in Ying Wuyi's palm.

Qiu Yi's only remaining eye stared at Ying Wuyi, then fell to the ground on his back.

"If he had such a plan in the beginning, he would be considered a character." Ying Wuyi nodded. With a shake of his hand, the sword was no longer in his hand.

Xie Xuanning beside her stared blankly at the sword box in her waist in the posture of drawing her sword. He was about to draw the sword to save the savior, and suddenly found that the sword was no longer in his waist. Ying Wuyi drew the sword from his waist and returned it, he didn't even see it clearly, let alone the moment when Qiu Yi fell and Ying Wuyi swung the sword. Qiu Yi had been wrong from the very beginning, and he actually had more chances of escaping against Zhang Bo. He had never seen this Marquis Li charge into battle with his saber in hand and chopped off the big snow chrysanthemum banner on the city gate with his sword.

"Is anyone else dying?" Zhang Bo took a step forward viciously and looked at the rest of the men.

"Zhang Bo!" Ying Wuyi shouted in a low voice.

Zhang Bo had no choice but to restrain his killing intent and stand aside unwillingly. It is undoubtedly a shame for Qiu Yi to attack Ying Wuyi in his hands.

Ying Wuyi glanced at the prisoners with his hands behind his back. The surroundings were as quiet as death, and the Thunder Cavalry waited for orders with their sabers in hand. The captives didn't even dare to breathe. Their lives are in the hands of the Marquis of the Nanman, and they can't see Ying Wuyi's thoughts from those heavy eyes.

Ying Wuyi turned around and said, "Kill!"

The sergeants of the Lei Cavalry Army stepped forward with their swords in hand. The light of the knife came faster than the fear, and the captives' hearts turned to the word "death". The light of the knife had landed on their heads, and then their severe pain made them no longer have the chance to fear, but howled instinctively. Li Jun's killing methods are sharp and direct, whether it is directly cutting off the cervical spine or piercing the heart with a knife, it doesn't matter to the veteran, making the opponent suffer more, and those who are used to blood are as simple as slaughtering pigs and sheep.

When the knife falls, no matter how high or low it is, a splash of red blood splatters on the mottled wall, making it look even dirtier. A few prisoners who were slightly or seriously injured by Li Jun's men crawled forward with bloodstains on their hands, howling wildly. Even though the instinct of desperate survival is still there, they have nowhere to go. Perhaps it was because he was ashamed that he couldn't kill with a single knife, and Li Jun attacked even more fiercely, dragged the injured back, grabbed the head and chopped off the whole head.

The envoy turned pale and almost fainted. Although he was ready to get rid of the captives, he still couldn't bear to see this slaughterhouse where people looked like livestock. Raising his head suddenly, Ying Wuyi's heavy eyes were staring at his twitching face without any emotion. The imperial envoy gritted his teeth and shivered.

Bai Yi, who was in the entourage, trembled slightly with his finger pressing the sword indifferently, and turned his head to look outside the house.

The Thunder Riders wiped off the remaining blood on the saber with a piece of skin on their wrists, put the saber back into the sheath one after another, suddenly there were fewer people in the room, and their eyes widened. Everyone's eyes fell on Zhang Bo's body, and at his feet was the woman wrapped in a cloak with a **-year-old child in her arms. The only remaining two captives were next to Zhang Bo, and the Thunder Riders did not dare to rush in front of the commander.

"Zhang Bo!" Xie Xuan whispered.

Zhang Bo held his saber and licked his lips. For some reason, he hesitated, but he still thought that this woman would be rewarded to him. Zhang Bo didn't want to look at her eyes and that snow-like face, but he couldn't bear to kill this woman with a knife. It is indeed a very beautiful woman, like a piece of precious porcelain, it is always a pity to break it with your own hands.

"Bah!" Zhang Bo spat hard and raised his saber on the ground.

The whistle shocked Zhang Bo back a step. The child in the woman's arms suddenly blew the bamboo whistle vigorously, and the whistle was a little hurried and trembling, but it could be heard that it was a nursery rhyme with a taste of Jinbei. The child stared at Zhang Bo with wide eyes and only knew how to blow hard.

This change caused everyone to look at Ying Wuyi, who was looking at the imperial envoy, and suddenly turned his head to listen to the whistle silently.

"I heard that one of the sons of Marquis Jin likes to play the bamboo whistle. His age is exactly the same as the whole person's, and he seems to be a born fool." Xie Xuan said.

Ying Wuyi turned around and took a few steps to stand in front of the child. Life and death are already a matter of an instant, and the child's bamboo whistle is still jumping happily, showing a trace of strangeness in the **** stable.

"Any other tunes?" Ying Wuyi asked suddenly.

The child froze for a while and nodded. The tone of the bamboo whistle has changed a little more autumnal and soft. All the people in the room stood there dumbfounded, watching Li Hou listen to the music, and listening to him, he actually looked up at the moon outside the window, his fingers clasped the beat on his palm. No one can imagine that a silly child can produce so many wonderful changes on a bamboo whistle.

Ying Wuyi lowered his head and stared at the rather ugly child with the big head. He watched Ying Wuyi blowing the bamboo whistle and his eyes became alive. Ying Wuyi stretched out his hand hesitantly and touched the child's head.

"Although I'm a fool, I can master the melody, maybe I'll be able to achieve something in silk and bamboo in the future." Ying Wuyi turned and looked at the imperial envoy, "Since you're a fool, why don't you stay?"