Bandits raising buns

The moment the sharp blade pierced over, a thin body suddenly rolled in, and the heavy mallet knocked down the sharp blade, making a loud noise.

Zhao Chuang's eyes widened sharply, looking at the person who appeared suddenly, he was surprised and then angry, so angry that he wanted to throw the boy who appeared suddenly out.

"Sixth!"

A handsome and thin young man, his face was covered with blood, his skinny hands were tightly grasping the mallet, but his eyes were very bright.

"Master, you saved my life." Lao Liu said with a smile, his small eyes swept across the armored soldiers, and he snorted coldly, with a certain momentum.

A few years ago, when Zhao Chuang picked up this little boy back to the mountain, this boy was also so thin. Over the years, he hadn't grown fat at all.

Zhao Chuang is not afraid of death, or in other words, he should have died in the fire six years ago, if it wasn't for the little guy...but his brother couldn't die.

The changing situation on the battlefield, especially at this moment, is extremely critical.Zhao Chuang didn't have time to say more, the monkey cub of the sixth son had already jumped out, brandishing the mallet in his hand, and knocked it under the heavy armor of the Iron Armored Army.

Zhao Chuang stood up quickly and swung the big knife in his hand.

Strong winds, rain of blood.Already red-eyed.

The Iron Armored Army was so well protected that only Lao Liu's thin body could squeeze in.With the help of the sixth child, Zhao Chuang was able to catch his breath, and the Iron Armored Army didn't seem so unbreakable anymore.The two stood back to back and attacked outward.

The sound of fighting, the clash of iron objects, was mixed in the sound of the wind.

A warm liquid suddenly sprayed on Zhao Chuang's face. At that moment, Zhao Chuang was a little dazed.The body that was leaning tightly behind him fell down, and the heat disappeared bit by bit.Zhao Chuang felt chills all over his body.

The horn blew, and Zhuge Long, dressed in white clothes already stained with blood, rushed into the battle circle, and the Iron Armored Army retreated.

Next came the shrill cry of Old Seven.

Zhao Chuang wanted to turn around, but someone blocked his eyes. Zhao Chuang swung his hand away suddenly, and saw the sixth child lying in a pool of blood.The sixth child's eyes were still open, but they had lost their luster.Zhao Chuang knelt down slowly, trying to hug him into his arms, but Lao Qi pushed him away and crawled over bit by bit.

"Old Six! Sixth Brother! Zhao Xiaoliu!" The usually aggressive woman was already in tears.

In troubled times, human life is the least valuable thing.Bandits live their lives by fighting and killing, and they may die at any time.Only during the half a year of living in the three prefectures of Tanyun and occupying land as the king, did he achieve peace.He should be used to seeing life and death, but that was the sixth child, the sixth child he picked up.A boy like a monkey, he is so thin and weak, talkative, loves to take advantage of small things, likes to drool over the concubines that Zhao Chuang married, but his favorite is Lao Qi, and only Lao Qi is on his mind .

Today, the sixth child is gone.

Zhao Chuang asked Zhuge Long: "Did I kill the sixth child?"

Zhuge Long said: "Lao Liu is here to save you."

The setting sun was like blood, and the entire Tanyun Three States were shrouded in tranquility, as if they were dying.

Lao Liu was buried on the mountain of Qingfengzhai. Zhao Chuang didn't want to be the emperor, he wanted to take down King Qin's armored army first and avenge Lao Liu.

On the second day, Zhao Chuang rushed out of the city gate in white mourning clothes, and rushed into the enemy camp holding a machete. The blood of the enemy was splashed all over him. He stared at the moat under the city.No one knew what he was thinking.The bandit leader has always been arrogant and domineering. No one has ever seen such a downcast appearance.

That night, a letter was delivered to King Duan outside the city.

Duan Wang took the letter, looked at it for a long time, and suddenly laughed.

"This isn't King Chuang's handwriting, is it?" King Duan just said lightly.

King Chuang was illiterate, let alone write.

When the people sent by Zhao Chuang came back, Zhao Chuang was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Zhuge Long with rare blankness in his eyes.

Zhuge Long took a pen and taught him to write each word, and finally wrote a letter of surrender.Zhao Chuang hated writing the most, but this time he wrote very seriously, and his thick eyebrows were furrowed together.

Zhao Chuang's handwriting is crooked, like earthworms, extremely ugly and ugly.

King Duan issued the surrender letter.Before the gates of the city were opened wide and the imperial army came in, King Chuang's army fought King Qin again.

On that day, King Duan rode a tall horse into Youzhou City, and that seemed to be the first meeting between King Duan, a high-ranking official in Kyoto, and Zhao Chuang, the bandit leader of Sanzhou in Tan Yun.

The man on the horse was wearing a golden armor, his figure was as tall and straight as a pine, and his face was as handsome as a jade phoenix.The bandit kneeling on the ground was covered in pitch black, stained with blood or muddy water, his hair was messed up, and his eye mask had fallen off. Only the scar was clear and terrifying on his black face.

The contrast is so obvious, one is superior and the other is ugly, there is a difference between cloud and mud.

King Duan's horse stopped in front of the bandit leisurely, with a gentle smile on his handsome face and a soft voice.King Duan said: "King Chuang has given such a grand ceremony, it really makes this king terrified!"

Zhao Chuang was exhausted all over, so he was kneeling on the ground.Duan Wang just stopped in the direction he was kneeling and facing, so he took such a big advantage.

Zhao Chuang suddenly looked up at him.Those eyes were dark and dark, and there was an emotion hidden in them, which seemed to be hatred.Looking into those pitch-black eyes, Wang Duan suddenly felt that something gripped his heart, making him breathless.

No one saw how the big knife in the bandit's hand was swung out. Wang Duan only felt a warm liquid splash on his face. The next moment, the horse on his body suddenly fell short, and Wang Duan jumped up suddenly. Going down, I almost fell, and my posture was awkward.He looked up again, and saw that the white horse was struggling painfully on the ground, and its leg had already fallen into the hands of the bandit.

Zhao Chuang carried a horse leg on his shoulders, stared at King Duan with dark eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you King Duan for your help, I will treat you to horse meat tonight."

After Bandit Zhao finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards Chuangwang's mansion, the blood that fell from the horse's leg dripped all over the ground.

Standing behind him, Duan Wang watched the figure gradually go away, and suddenly felt a strange emotion.He has always looked down on this bandit, and today this bandit really impressed him.But that emotion seems to be not just surprise, but also an inexplicable sense of familiarity...