Sha Po Lang

The eyes of the boy and the murderer met narrowly. The young wolf's claws hadn't had time to sharpen yet, but his ferocity seemed to be born with him.

This may be a natural disposition. When people are caught in a fatal situation, there are two kinds of people who will resist. He did it as a last resort. It's not that he doesn't know fear in his heart, but his conscience or reason can overcome this fear. This is true courage.

There is another kind of person who doesn't think about anything, everything is out of instinct, instinctively angry, instinctively full of fighting spirit, even if he vaguely understands that his resistance will lead to more terrible results, he can't restrain himself from the enemy. The desire to grab a piece of meat.

At this moment, Chang Geng undoubtedly belongs to the latter, perhaps the word "terrible" is enough to irritate him.

Thinking back to those years, it was not only Xiu Niang who was always fighting between heaven and man in her heart, Chang Geng was also the same, Xiu Niang finally didn't kill him, maybe it was the half of him that belonged to her sister's blood, and Chang Geng finally didn't kill her, maybe it was her In the long torment, after all, he still has the grace of nurturing him.

The barbarian with the scarred face seemed to be stabbed by his gaze, and angrily raised a big fist high up, intending to smash Chang Geng to the ground on the spot.

At this moment, a roar suddenly came from outside the door, and a barbarian who was guarding the door flew out, knocking down half of the room.

The gloomy embroidery room was suddenly lit up, and the intense sunlight flooded in. Chang Geng squinted his eyes, but he didn't see the cold light, and he heard the screams first.

The barbarian with the scarred face pinched Chang Geng's iron arm and the arm inside was cut off mercilessly. Chang Geng's feet were empty, and he involuntarily turned to one side. The next moment, he was gently embraced by another heavily armored iron arm. up.

There are always a few steel armors in Mr. Shen's yard that have been dismantled in a mess, but the heavy armor is expensive, and generally it will not be maintained by the folk long-arm masters-not even the related households of Xu Baihu.

There was only one time when a piece of heavy armor was blown out completely and was about to be disposed of at Jiangjunpo. Mr. Shen asked for it privately because of his familiarity. He took it apart and told Chang Geng inside and out.

Chang Geng still remembered that he said that when a person puts on heavy armor, he is as powerful as a mighty force, crushing a few war horses to death, tearing down a few walls, nothing is easier, as long as a little beginner, even a child can do it .

But the most difficult thing is not to be able to carry the tripod.

The strongest armored warriors are those who, wearing heavy armor, can still thread the thinnest thread through the nose of an embroidery needle.

The steel armor on the visitor was different from that of the barbarian warriors, it seemed to be thinner, and the surface of the armor did not have that layer of bright silver light, it looked dark and inconspicuous.He patted Chang Geng's back lightly, put the boy on Heavy Armor's shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Don't be afraid."

The voice came from behind the iron mask, a little distorted, but Chang Geng turned his head sharply, staring at the tightly covered iron mask thoughtfully.

Until then, the barbarians at the door finally came to their senses, rushed in in a swarm, spread out around the scarred face, and surrounded the man in black armor and Chang Geng.

The man in black armor weakly protected Chang Geng on his shoulder with one hand, and held a smooth "long stick" in the other, thin steam came out from the tail of the ugly iron stick.

Just now, the blow he suddenly cut off Scarface's arm was so fast that Chang Geng didn't see it clearly—could it be that his weapon was this broken iron rod?

Dao Scar's face was covered with cold sweat, his face was livid, he took two steps back guardedly, and said in a low voice: "Xuan Jia, Wind Cutting Blade...you are one of those ghost crows."

Chang Geng didn't react at first, but after a while, his spine froze suddenly - ghost crow!

By the way, during the Northern Expedition 14 years ago, the head of the Xuantie Battalion drove straight into the northern barbarian prairie like a black whirlwind. The barbarians feared and hated them, so they called them "ghost crows".

The man in Heijia ignored it, but told Chang Geng calmly, "Hold on tight."

Scarface yelled, and four well-trained barbarian warriors rushed up after him, with swords and guns on all sides, the dark purple light flashed under the black armor man's feet, and he nimbly got out from the gap between the swords, and jumped forward. Leaping forward, he landed on the dilapidated roof of Xu's house. As soon as his footsteps landed, his left shoulder carrying Chang Geng hardly moved, but his right half of his body spun out at a dizzying speed, and the "iron rod" in his hand instantly became There was a phantom.

Chang Geng opened his eyes wide, only to see a hallucinatory blade appeared on the end of the "stick" in the black armored man's hand, and it came down like a whirlwind. With a knife in the chest, the golden box at the heart burst instantly, and the purple gold inside burst into a terrible flame, which immediately blasted the huge monster to pieces.

Hot blood spattered on Chang Geng's face, he controlled himself as much as possible, managed to maintain a calm expression, but his hand tightly grasped the corner of the shoulder of the man in black armor.

This is... the legendary Black Iron Battalion that can outnumber a hundred and be invincible.

The few barbarians saw the disparity in strength between the two sides, so they didn't dare to fight alone. They exchanged glances with each other, and ran out of Xiuniang's hut at the same time. Slashed at the joints of his legs, one person swung a sword and smashed at the top of his head, blocking his upward path, and another blocked his back, pointing straight at Hei Jia's golden box.

Scarface with a broken arm retreated ten steps away, raised his single arm, opened one end of the iron arm, and a sinister arrow tip was about to move, aiming at Chang Geng on the shoulder of the man in black armor.

These barbarians hunted together since they were young, encircled and intercepted and killed them, and cooperated almost seamlessly.

The murderous intent all over the sky was transpiring in the flying white steam, making every hair on one's back stand on end.

Chang Geng finally understood the "stick" in the hands of the black-armored man. When it was driven at high speed, three or four black iron blades about one foot long sprayed out from one end of the stick along with thin steam. , the sharp blade will quickly sink into the other side to hide, move and retract, and the blade will turn around completely, like a terrible meat grinder.

At this time, Chang Geng's feet were suddenly empty, and the man in black armor pushed him from his shoulder into the crook of his arm, and his whole body stuck to the chest of the heavy armor, and he bent back suddenly.

Chang Geng was terrified - regardless of his weight, the heavy armor alone must weigh hundreds of catties. After bending and folding, all the weight would be on the waist of the man in black armor, and his waist would not be crushed by steel. Is the armor broken alive?

The man in black armor lowered his waist and turned backwards, spun cleanly in the air, and jumped off the roof with Chang Geng in his arms, just in time to miss the arrow shot at him by the scar barbarian.

The light on the wind-cutting blade condensed into a line, but the rabbit raised and lowered, killed another person, cut off the legs of another person, and then steam exploded in the steel armored leggings under the feet of the black-armored man, pushing the heavy armor forward, and in a blink of an eye, others were already there. Tens of feet away.

It seemed like an easy task for him to deal with a few barbarian armored soldiers, it was only because of Chang Geng that he didn't get entangled with them.

"I'll take you out of the city first." The Heijia man still said unhurriedly, "It's too messy here, your mother's business... oh, let's just let it go."

Chang Geng leaned on him and was silent for a while before he said: "My mother committed suicide by taking poison. She has always been in contact with the barbarians outside the customs. Maybe she is a spy of the barbarians."

The man in black armor didn't say a word, he didn't seem very surprised.

"What you saved was the son of a barbarian spy, what a shame," Chang Geng paused, and then revealed the identity of the other party, "Mr. Shen."

A cluster of thin white steam came out from the ears of the man in black armor, and the black iron mask was pushed up, revealing Shen Yi's frail scholar-like face.

"There was a traitor on the giant kite on the northern tour," Shen Yi said, "I thought the traitor was Brother Xu, but now it seems that Xiuniang committed suicide because she felt sorry for her husband. I think Brother Xu may have died for the country, and I didn't know about it until I died. You too...sorry."

"It seems that you already knew..." Chang Geng whispered, "Who are you?"

Shen Yi: "The last general is under the command of Xuan Tie Ying, the direct descendant of Marshal Gu."

Under Xuan Tieying's command, the direct descendant of Anding Hou Gu Yun.

Chang Geng chewed this sentence several times in his heart, feeling very subtle—he just learned that he was not born to her mother, and that her mother who never entered the house was a barbarian spy, and now he heard that the next door The poor scholar who can't wash his hands clean is the general of Xuantieying.

What about sixteen?

Chang Geng thought with a wry smile, even if someone told him now that his adoptive father was Marshal Gu, or even the emperor himself, he didn't have the energy to be surprised.

"Why does the general under Gu Shuai live in seclusion in a poor country like ours? Why did he save me the son of a barbarian woman?" After Chang Geng asked these two questions, he realized that he might lose control, and immediately wanted to shut his mouth tightly. Unfortunately, , still failed to stop the last redundant question from being squeezed out between the teeth, "Where is Shen Shiliu?"

After Chang Geng asked, he felt an indescribable sadness in his heart. At this stage, he still missed Shen Shiliu in his heart. He knew that the man was some important person who went on tour in disguise, but he was still worried that his eyesight was bad and his ears were hard of hearing. Will be accidentally injured by the sword outside, will not be able to find a place to hide...

He even couldn't help thinking: "Why is it Mr. Shen who came to see me? Why didn't Shiliu come?"

The sound of shouting and killing shook the sky, the figure of the giant kite enveloped the whole town of Yanhui, and the white rainbow arrow appeared from time to time like a ghost, and someone's house was on fire in the distance, and the fire spread quickly, Shen Yi looked indifferent, turning a blind eye to everything, Asuka dodged Liu Ya in the chaos like a bird swimming in a fish: "Your Highness, please sit still."

Chang Geng said blankly: "What did you call me?"

Shen Yi said calmly: "14 years ago, Your Majesty was on a tour to the south. The imperial concubine was pregnant with Liujia and guarded the palace alone. She was killed by a traitor. Fortunately, her loyal servants and sisters rescued her and she escaped. The mob rebelled, the imperial concubine was weak, and in the chaos, she desperately gave birth to His Highness, but in the end she never saw Tianyan again."

"The imperial concubine's younger sister took His Royal Highness away, and since then there has been no news. Over the years, the Emperor has sent countless people to search privately, and always thought that His Highness was dead—it was not until three years ago that there was some clue, and we were sent to welcome him." Shen Shen. Yi briefly explained a few words, "I haven't been able to reveal my identity, please make amends, Your Highness..."

Chang Geng couldn't laugh or cry, he felt that Mr. Shen's brain might be filled with engine oil, and he couldn't even make up a good story——according to him, Xiuniang is the sister of the imperial concubine?Could it be that the imperial concubine is also a barbarian?

Besides, the emperor sent someone to look for his son, did he just send two people?Even if the emperor is so poor, the Manchu civil and military can only send two people, why haven't these two people revealed their identities for more than two years here?

The mysterious General Xuantieying lives next door. Don't you know that Xiuniang has been negotiating terms with Manzi?Why not stop?

Chang Geng interrupted him: "You have identified the wrong person."

Shen Yi: "Your Highness..."

"I admitted the wrong person!" Chang Geng was exhausted, and suddenly he no longer wanted to entangle with these people who were full of lies, "Let me down, I am a little bastard who was born by that barbarian woman who didn't know which bandit she had, so I am not worthy of Xuan Tie Rescue the generals of the battalion in danger? How can you recognize big men like you as foster fathers?"

Hearing the last sentence, Shen Yi couldn't help sighing, feeling that [-]% to [-]% of Chang Geng's anger was directed at Shen Shiliu, and he seemed to have been implicated and angered.

He lightly shook Chang Geng's kicking foot: "I'm sorry for your disrespect——His Highness's right little toe is slightly bent than others, exactly the same as His Majesty's. It's the appearance of a dragon, and it's unmistakable."

Chang Geng pulled his feet back abruptly, his heart became colder and colder.

He clearly remembered this. This foot was not born at all. It was smashed by Xiu Niang when she was a child. She ignored his cries and broke one of his toes alive. His toes were deformed.

Shit sons and grandsons of the phoenix, can this be fabricated?