Beiyang new warlord

"Are you crazy? Don't you run away now and seek death?"

"You don't need to worry about it, I, Mao Xingjian, will die, I..."

"careful!"

Before he finished shouting, Han Xiaomo suddenly pulled his sleeve and flung it aside violently, and at the same time leaned sideways in front of him. Before Mao Xingjian could understand, a muffled bang sounded in his ears again. The impact was so strong that both of them spun and fell out, falling to the ground.

"You are crazy!"

Supporting Han Xiaomo's shoulders that were still standing in front of him, Mao Xingjian screamed with anger mixed with incomparable horror.A stream of blood flowed from her forehead, and her pupils seemed to be frozen, but there was still a silly and silly smile on her face.

"I promised Sister Changping to take care of you, nephew..."

Plop, under Mao Xingjian's equally dull eyes, she slipped heavily from his hands and fell into the thick snow.

Ferocious laughter came from the entrance of the alley, and the tall and strong man with the nose and the nose just came out of the hammer, and he laughed cruelly and rushed towards the two of them. He was dazed for a few seconds, and Mao Xingjian was as sharp as a wounded wolf. He roared loudly, gently pushed Han Xiaomo away, and raised the gleaming Longquan sword in his hand. He completely ignored the stone hammer that hit his head directly, and directly pierced the strong man's heart.

puff~

Blood spurted out from the barbarian's chest, and the heavy stone hammer in his hand came out, and it was firmly embedded in the wood next to him. He staggered a step, and Mao Xingjian looked at the strong man who fell to the ground in disbelief. Looking at his back, that familiar and fit figure appeared.

red deer!

However, the surprise was only fleeting, and Mao Xingjian's gaze was fixed on her waist again. Just like other Indians, she had a heavy human head hanging on her belt.

Terrible neck!

Before Mao Xingjian took a defensive posture vigilantly, and gave him a complicated look, Chilu hurriedly untied the big cloak on his back, and flung it on him.

Rushasha~ There was another rush of footsteps running past, only one Indian turned his head and glanced, and even spit at the red deer, watching them run over, hugging Han Xiaomo, Mao Xingjian cautiously emerged from under the cloak From one end to the other, they nimbly climbed up to the roof like a lynx. After looking around, the red deer waved his hand hastily again.

"This way!"

Chapter 8 Thirteen. The Desperate Situation of the Prince

The killing was right next to him, even while running, Mao Xingjian could still hear the heart-piercing roar of the invading Indians fighting and being killed with the residents of Snake City in the alley not far from him.

Viscous blood flowed down the wooden window frame drop by drop, and was finally frozen into ice beads.

Every cry of despair, every drop of blood was like a needle piercing his heart, but he weighed Han Xiaomo behind him, and he could only lower his head and cover the two of them with the big cloak on Chilu's body. They followed closely behind the matriarch step by step, fleeing in embarrassment.

Fortunately, the primitiveness made these Indians brave and fearless, but the primitiveness also made them have no concept of military discipline at all. Snake City has too many things that are precious to them, such as food! Ironware! Clothes and pants! And those smokes And wine, even for the Sioux people who have initially integrated into farming, is a great temptation. The city has been broken, and the desire for killing and bloodthirsty has been satisfied!These primitive people began to rummage from house to house to loot the loot.

The advance speed of the brigade was not fast. When the three of them ran to the right side of the city, they basically left behind most of the Indians who had entered the city.

On one side of the Prince's Mansion, facing north, there is a small corner door. The fast wind in the night swayed the open door, making no sound. The ground was full of messy footprints, and there were even some left behind Shoes and baggage, looked around at the intersection, and Chilu waved his hand violently again.

With the unconscious Han Xiaomo on his back, Mao Xingjian continued to trot up, reached the door, and finally glanced back at the city he had built with his own hands, but now it was immersed in a sea of ​​flames. Gritting his teeth, he fled out in a hurry.

These days Mao Xingjian has been carrying out sanitation construction in the city, and the cleared snowdrifts are piled up on the back hill, which can be regarded as providing a temporary shelter. The cloak is spread on the ground, and Han Xiaomo is carefully placed on it. Trembling, he searched for something to bandage, but he found nothing for a long time. Finally, as if he had just woken up from a dream, he tore a piece of silk from the lining of his clothes and stained it with some clean snow. Then he wiped the blood on her forehead and helped her She bandaged up.

The rest is up to fate, he let go for a while, Mao Xingjian turned his head away, but his eyes were fixed on the head of the eye-catching man tied to the waist of the red deer, his beard and hair were all stretched out, his neck was stalked, no, Zhao Conglong seemed to be He still retains the expression of the moment before he died, anger, fear, despair, but there is still a little hope in the despairing eyes, and the complicated expression has been frozen in that moment forever by the ice and snow.

"why?"

"He.... is very strong! Beat me! Glory..., kill him!"

Seeing Mao Xingjian pointing at the head and looking behind the red deer, she answered in a calm tone as usual, but the intermittent Chinese words, like a spoonful of boiling oil, ruthlessly splashed on Mao Xingjian's brain, killing him. All the anger accumulated overnight burst out.

"What I'm asking is why did you attack me? Is it because of that night? It's also a personal grievance between you and me. You come to kill me! Kill me like you killed him! Why did you join with those uncivilized barbarians and burn me? Snake City! Kill those innocent people! Kill those people who have just provided you with precious winter food so that you will not freeze to death and starve to death? Why?"

"Has your conscience been eaten by dogs?"

With these words, Mao Xingjian roared a little tremblingly, exhaled the last puff of air from his lungs excitedly, and even after he finished speaking, he couldn't help coughing violently.

"conscience?"

These words were a bit too complicated for Chilu. After a moment of doubtful reaction, she simply gave up on thorough research. She shook her head lightly and said in a somewhat complicated manner, and then her tone became calm and normal again.

"That night..., I don't blame you..., you never said..., marry me..."

"Me! Apache! Mountain lion tribe! Not the chief! The chief fights Snake City! I fight Snake City!"

When her finger landed on Mao Xingjian's head, her eyes narrowed beautifully and dangerously as if she had met a prey.

"Heavenly Witch! You..., non-Changshengtian people, heretics..., outsiders..., not allowed..., our land..., die!"

"Heavenly Witch!"

As if struck by lightning, Mao Xingjian couldn't help shaking twice. In his mind, the scene of Su Yu's persuasion before leaving finally appeared, but only for a moment, he threw his fist into the snow angrily , questioning manically.

"Tianwu! Tianwu! I'll give you food! I'll give you something to drink! Let you live a full life, like a civilized person, without having to be attacked by wild animals and fear of hunger. These are not as good as being a few miles away A word from a magic stick?"

"God stick?"

Chilu's face showed doubts again, but for a moment, it seemed that Mao Xingjian's tone convinced her that this was not a good word, and a wave of anger appeared on her face, and she even burst out a word of her own family.

"Heavenly Witch! Hashin Zuona! My God!"

This sentence also ended the last exchange between the two. After taking a deep breath, Chilu pointed his arm to the west.

"Son of the Lord of the Thousand Bulls, go back...to the place where you were born..., forever, don't come back! Red Deer...what I owe you...pay it off! See you again... ., you die..., I die!"

Pulling out the spear stuck in the ground, she headed towards Snake City, which was still burning red half the sky. The female patriarch walked over without looking back, but Mao Xingjian didn't make a sound. In the falling snow, she looked at Fei like a statue. After a long time, he suddenly turned around as if being pricked by a needle again, and hurriedly took off another layer of his clothes, wrapped them around the unconscious Han Xiaomo, and then used the wide The big Indian cloak wrapped her around his back, carried her on his back, and walked towards the winding Snake River in the northwest direction.

He didn't pay attention, just escaped from the door, Chilu climbed up the gate tower at some point, looking to the north, without the cloak wrapped, on her chest wrapped in animal skin, the phoenix engraved lighter, Still hanging there wobbly.

.........

This time, it was an extremely heavy blow to Snake City, and even to immigrants from the New World. The first agricultural stronghold deep into the mainland was burned down, and thousands of immigrants were killed by the butcher knives of the indigenous people. In the desperate struggle of the men, this was the last chance for these three or four thousand old and weak women and children.

But escaping from birth is only the first step. The hundreds of kilometers from Snake City to Baoshihai Town has become a real road to death. Walk, and fell directly on the cold snow. Some people sat on the stone, and after a while, they froze into ice corpses. Even the wild wolves in the mountains didn't need to attack and prey, just followed the corpse, The stomach is rounded after eating, and the eyes are scarlet.

These days, Mao Xingjian didn't know how he walked over with Han Xiaomo on his back in a daze.

It had been snowing for a few days, and God finally opened his eyes and gave these frightened and exhausted immigrants from Daming a new lease of life. The sky finally cleared up!

It's like revisiting the old place, the same bear cave that escaped the snow. The old and weak women and children in Snake City seemed to be dead, lying on the ground, and around them, warm flames burst out.

"thanks, thanks!"

After begging for a handful of rice, the prince Mao Xingjian kowtowed in gratitude, and hurriedly put the rice in the iron kettle that Han Xiaomo carried with him. The wet branches were burning with choking smoke. During his coughing, rice soup appeared, but looking at the hot porridge, Mao Xingjian felt worried again, but this time, he only hesitated for a moment, and then he took a sip himself, tears streaming down his cheeks. The weather, and then suddenly kissed Han Xiaomo's withered lips.

Go fuck male and female etiquette!

Straws of rice soup were poured into Han Xiaomo's throat in this way. Under Mao Xingjian's expectant, trembling gaze, Han Xiaomo, who had a high fever and had been in a coma for several days, finally coughed suddenly and opened and closed with difficulty. Xiao Zui'er, looking at her mouth shape, seemed to yell out the words "big nephew" slightly. This weak voice, to Mao Xingjian at this moment, was like the voice of heaven. The man did not flick his tears, but he He let a stream of hot tears flow down from his eye sockets, covered his mouth, and tilted his head to the side, weeping with joy.

However, at this moment, a burst of crying came into my ears suddenly, and she turned her head in amazement. A woman with a big belly tilted her head, her face was covered with lead gray, leaning against the rough cave wall. On the ground, there is no more life, and beside it, a wrinkled old woman is crying loudly.