Regret Records of Cultivating a Tyrant

The night was darker.

The clouds covered the moonlight, and Han Shiqing and the others entered in two groups from the rear of the camp.

Perhaps the barbarians never thought that the people of the Jiang Dynasty would break into the camp at night, so the guards here are not very strict, only the patrol soldiers who pass by from time to time require them to spend some effort to dodge, and they walk smoothly all the way.

It's just that as he got deeper and deeper into the barbarian camp, Han Shiqing felt more deeply what the number of 20 meant.

Too much……

Tents are next to each other, forming a piece of a piece, just looking at the scale, it is incomparable to the soldiers of Zhige City.

This is still siege in the front and the rear is empty. If the 20 troops are all here, they probably won't even be able to get in.

Han Shiqing and Han Shan were stuck behind a tent, so close that they could hear each other's breathing.

Standing behind the tent opposite them was the Xuanjinlou Assassin who had come with them. They exchanged glances in groups of two or three, and knowing that they had not found the Wang tent, they dispersed again and continued to search.

The other half of the people had already separated from them and were looking for food and grass on the other side of the camp.

Another patrol passed by, Han Shiqing held his breath, and hid himself in the darkness. Han Shan stood behind him, he was taller than Han Shiqing, and he could see a little of the back of his neck, and he saw it again without accident. Two or three red marks, and even tooth marks.

He didn't dare to speak, but a strange feeling rose in his heart.

In short, not very comfortable.

In a daze, his arm was suddenly grabbed by the person in front of him, and with a sharp jerk, he fell on Han Shiqing's body, and was hugged by the other party and rolled all the way into the tent behind him. After they rolled in, the leader of the patrol soldier hurriedly He ran to where the two of them were, looked around, muttering barbarian language, as if looking for them.

"Hush—" The place where they rolled in happened to be under the bed in the tent. Han Shiqing made a silent gesture to him, his nerves tensed, and he didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

Han Shan also held his breath, but he couldn't hold his heart beating like thunder, thumping endlessly.

Since he was a child, he thought Han Shiqing was very beautiful. Although he was born as a man, his body was always clean. When he got close to him, he could still smell a cold fragrance like plum blossoms.

Such a young master, now his whole body is lying on his body, a warm mass, which made him roll his Adam's apple, trying to swallow the throbbing, but the tips of his ears turned red.

The little leader said a few more words, during which he mentioned the word "Khan".

Because Khan was originally a barbarian language, even if they couldn't understand anything else, they could at least recognize this word.

Han Shiqing's ears pricked up and he listened intently, then pulled Han Shan up and said, "We should be able to find Wang Zhang after following them."

Han Shan looked up at him, but seeing Han Shiqing's expression was the same, he felt a little ashamed for a while.

Even though he acted so nervously, he still thought about some irrelevant things. He is really sorry for the young master!

When they got out of the empty tent, they met the other members of the group. After looking at each other, they followed up with the patrol team in front, and put their hands on the weapons at their waists.

Passing through about ten tents, the group of patrolling soldiers came to a thick and gorgeous big tent with a pointed roof and a wolf flag erected above it. Inside layout.

A short table, a tiger-skin seat, a burly man sitting in the main seat, someone beside him is reporting the battle report ahead.

It's him.

Khan Rasurong of the barbarians.

Planning such a large-scale siege campaign at the young age of [-], and taking down Zhige City with thunderous force, became the shadow of the northern soldiers for a long time in his previous life.

Han Shiqing knew that it was this man who cut off the head of his elder brother and second brother in his previous life and hung it on the top of Zhige City, not only humiliating their Han family, but also the entire dynasty!

Anger and hatred piled up in Han Shiqing's heart, he let out his breath slowly, remembering this mission.

They exchanged winks with the team on the opposite side, and saw two streaks of silver light piercing the air, shooting straight into the patrol soldier's throat, killing him with one blow!

Two people fell suddenly, and the barbarian soldiers were shocked, shouting and looking around with their weapons drawn.

This action also alarmed the people in the king's tent, La Surong and his men walked out of the tent to check the situation.

Another hidden weapon rushed towards La Surong, and was chopped off by him.

The man's face was stern, with a long and wide face, and there was an inconspicuous gully on his chin. There was a scar from the corner of his eye to the bridge of his nose, commensurate with his aquiline nose and phoenix eyes, making him look a little cold and sinister.

"Who is it? Come out!"

The pure Central Plains dialect he used seemed to have guessed that it was the people from Zhige City who attacked him.

More and more barbarian soldiers came around, Han Shiqing and Han Shan repeated their old tricks and hid in the empty tent.

And the Xuanjinlou assassin who received their instructions stepped forward and drew his sword to kill Rasurong!

The barbarian soldiers started shouting again, and Han Shiqing guessed that they should be protecting the Khan.

The dozens of assassins were immediately surrounded by layers of soldiers, but they showed no signs of fear.

They have been living the life of licking blood on the tip of a knife all these years, and they will face life and death every moment, so they are not afraid at this time, they just feel a rush of blood in their chests, and they even tremble with excitement.

"This is the first time for me to be surrounded by so many savages!" A one-eyed assassin stood in the middle and laughed loudly, "It's so fucking exciting!"

"Blind man, how about we compare who kills more?" The tall and thin young man next to him licked the tip of his knife, smiling wickedly.

"Okay, I will definitely kill more than you!"

"Take me one!"

"Take me one too!"

A group of assassins laughed and laughed, and then they drew their swords and slashed and killed the barbarian soldiers in the direction of Rasurong, while pushing forward forcefully.

When the barbarian soldiers rushed forward, the assassins went on a killing spree, and almost every move could take a life away.

It's a pity that they were attacked by the enemy, and gradually submerged in the sea of ​​people after a long time.

More than a dozen of them forcibly chopped down more than 100 people. The blood of the barbarians stained the ground and sprinkled them all over their faces. the gap.

The one-eyed assassin was pierced through the abdomen, and he cut off the arm of the barbarian soldier who stabbed him. He staggered a few steps amidst the screams of the opponent, and finally stood still. The scimitar was still stuck in his stomach but he dared not pull it out.

Because he knew that the knife hooked his intestines, and if he pulled it out forcibly, he would only die faster.

He cut the barbarian soldier's throat with a knife, opened and closed his blood-stained lips, and shouted a few words, "No. 20 one!"

He meant to let the young man hear it, but when he turned around, he saw that the young man who had bet with him not long ago was besieged by five barbarian soldiers. Of the five knives, two were cut on his shoulders, and three were inserted into his chest. In the waist and abdomen, blood was spurting from the young man's mouth. After all, he lost the strength to resist the two scimitars on his shoulders. With a bang, his long sword fell to the ground. On the ground, with his head down, life and death are unknown.

"Skinny Monkey!" The one-eyed assassin yelled, "Skinny Monkey! What are you doing, Skinny Monkey! Wake up, Skinny Monkey!"

With this cry, he spit out a mouthful of blood again.

He finally had time to look around, but he saw that the dozen or so assassins who followed him had all fallen to the ground except him. Many of them were staring at a certain place with their eyes wide open, as if unwilling to do so.

Only him left.

He was the only one left alive...

"I'm going to kill you!!" A feeling of desperation rose in his heart, the one-eyed assassin ran in the direction of Rasurong with all his strength, regardless of the scimitar of a barbarian soldier stuck in his body. go!

This time, no barbarian soldiers stopped him, and they even consciously gave way.

La Surong looked at the one-eyed assassin expressionlessly, with a sarcastic arc on the corner of his mouth, as if looking at an ant that was about to be crushed to death by him.

The one-eyed assassin's knife slashed at La Surong, and he used the biggest killing move, but saw that the knife stopped firmly in mid-air before it touched La Surong.

The tall man in front of him clutched the one-eyed assassin's wrist and folded it forcefully, only to hear the assassin's scream.

The knife in the hand of the one-eyed assassin fell to the ground, and La Surong grabbed him by the neck, and lifted up the man who was half a head shorter than him with brute force, and then tightened his five fingers, only to hear the crisp sound of the neck bone breaking .

The assassin's struggling figure suddenly paused, then relaxed, and did not move anymore.

La Surong threw the corpse aside, let out a sneer from his nose, took the handkerchief from the servant, and began to wipe his hands.

But at this moment, two figures burst out from the tent next to him!

With a flash of silver light, Han Shiqing's Qinglang sword had already reached La Surong's chest!

In the blink of an eye, La Surong only had time to move slightly to the right by an inch, and the next moment his entire left chest was pierced by the Qinglang sword. The point of the sword pierced through his back. Ji punched Han Shiqing on the right side of the ribs, trying to knock him to the ground.

Ra Surong's strength was enormous, this punch directly broke two of Han Shiqing's bones, one of which stuck into his lungs, causing him to spurt a big mouthful of blood, his face became a little paler.

But he didn't let go at all, and even sat on La Surong's body, and began to turn over the long sword buried in the man's body with all his strength.

He wants to break Rasurong's heart!

But their chance was only for a moment, and the barbarians had completely surrounded them in such a short time.

The barbarian soldiers shouted, and the men loyal to Rasurong had already asked for bows and arrows from the archers beside them, and directed all those who were good at archery to aim at Han Shiqing and Han Shan.

Their attention has been completely attracted by the two people who suddenly appeared in front of them!

The little leader yelled, "Fire the arrow!"

At the same time, he also took a bow and shot an arrow, pointing directly at Han Shiqing's temple!

He wants to shoot this Central Plains man who dared to attack Khan!

Standing behind Han Shiqing, Han Shan calmly cut off every arrow that shot at Han Shiqing.

The two people behind him were still fighting, and La Surong still had strength in his hands, and directly grabbed Han Shiqing's neck, his eyes were red, and blood gushed from the corner of his mouth, he didn't care, he just stared at Han Shiqing.

"Dare...to sneak attack on me! Central Plains people, I...will kill you!"

The throat was strangled, the suffocation felt, and the pain in the waist, abdomen and chest was unbearable. Han Shiqing gritted his teeth and turned the Qinglang sword fiercely!The sharp blade finally made a big hole in La Surong's beating heart!

The hand choking his neck slipped down weakly, Han Shiqing coughed violently, and under his gaze was La Surong's eyes that had finally lost their luster. He pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled, but spurted out a big mouthful of blood.

At the same time, screams came from afar, and thick smoke and bright flames rose into Han Shiqing's eyes through the stretches of tents...

That's a sign of a successful operation.

It appears that group has accomplished the task as well.

Without food and leaders, the barbarian army was vulnerable and could only retreat.

This Zhige City, they kept it.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of an arrow flying towards him. Han Shiqing knew that he couldn't avoid it, and he also planned to accept death calmly.

The sound of arrows tearing flesh came, but there was no pain as expected.

Han Shiqing went to look, but found that Han Shan was protecting him, and all the dozens of feathered arrows hit Han Shan's back, piercing into the flesh, which was shocking.

"Han Shan..." he said, "Han Shan, let me go."

Han Shan didn't let go, he just held his body tightly, and controlled his strength so as not to hurt him.

"Master," he said, "I don't want you to die."

He had a strong nasal voice, and the eyes of a person who had never cried before were sore at this moment, and warm tears rolled down from the eyes, he repeated, "I don't want you to die..."

Han Shan now only feels extremely regretful, he shouldn't have let Han Shiqing come, he shouldn't have let the young master come in the first place.

It wasn't until he was really facing death that Han Shan realized that he would rather die alone in this barbarian camp than the despair of being unable to save Han Shiqing no matter how hard he tried.

His young master is suitable to stay in Yong'an City, wandering leisurely through the streets of Yong'an City, facing the brightest sunshine, living a carefree, leisurely and comfortable life.

He should marry a beautiful wife, have a pair of lovely children, and live his life happily.

He shouldn't have been shot to death by random arrows from this group of rude barbarians in the enemy's camp.

"It's because I didn't protect you..." Because of the short distance, the feathered arrow pierced Han Shan's heart and lungs, and blood oozes from the corner of Han Shan's mouth. Control the pressure on him.

"I didn't... protect the young master..."

"Han Shan." Han Shiqing gained strength, and he supported Han Shan to sit up.

Han Shan wanted to protect him, but Han Shiqing pressed his shoulders.

"You're not wrong." Han Shiqing met his reddened eyes, a pair of clear brown pupils, and even managed to force a smile, "I'm the one who got you in trouble and made you feel so guilty."

He embraced Han Shan, carefully passed his arm through Han Shan's arrow-covered back, and held him in his arms.

Han Shan's chin rested on Han Shiqing's shoulder, and his face was pressed against each other. It seemed that he had lost all strength, his body was getting colder and colder, and his pupils were a little dizzy.

"Han Shan, do you still remember when you first came to the General's Mansion?" Han Shiqing whispered in his ear, "I called you 'Brother' at that time, and you were so scared that you knelt down on the ground and kept swearing. Said to me 'Master, a slave is not worthy of being called that by you', 'Master, please don't call me that'. I was really scared by you at the time, I asked my mother why you did this, and my mother said you are Ashamed of her own identity, she also said not to let me do things that make you unhappy, it is better to call 'Han Shan' than to call 'Brother' and make it difficult for you."

"For so many years, I have been calling you here." He hugged Han Shan's body that was losing temperature, his voice was choked and trembling, "but I just want to call you brother now..."

With a hoarse voice, he repeated, "Brother, you will be my brother all your life, brother... Brother Han Shan..."

The person leaning on his shoulder lost all strength, rubbing against his neck sideways, his eyes closed, long eyelashes covering his eyelids, as if he had fallen asleep, without a sound.

Han Shiqing called him several times again, but couldn't wait for a response.

Realizing something, his lips trembled, panting heavily, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, blood choked out, and sobs poured out, his chin rested on Han Shan's shoulder, biting his lower lip, but tears still flowed from his mouth The eye sockets rolled out, hot and scalding.

The barbarian soldiers around them drew their bows again, and pointed their arrows at the two embracing people in the center.

Han Shiqing's last memory was fixed on the dozens of long arrows that were shot towards him at high speed. The silver light on the arrows became the last color of his life.