Big Han Weiyang

The sergeant laughed loudly: "Cheat me? You must have used up your arrows last night. And with your injured hands, can you open the mechanism of the crossbow? Well, since your brotherhood is so deep, I will let you read it first." Let him die, and then go down to accompany him."

He held the hilt of the sword, and his frozen smile hadn't dissipated yet.

The black awn is fleeting.

A blood flower bloomed on his chest.Of course, not mine.

The sergeant wiped his hand bright red in disbelief.

There were several black glows one after another, and the three people behind him fell down one by one without being able to respond.

The sergeant was dragged by the swift arrows, but he still struggled to draw a few inches of white marks on the iron armor on my chest, and finally fell down unwillingly, and his sword fell into the snow.

"It's so stupid. When dealing with wild boars last night, the crossbow was really out of arrows, but I still have sleeve arrows. Even if Ah Yue didn't kill the wild boar, I didn't kill it with bare hands." Liu Zhi threw down the crossbow as a cover, Turning around, he said, "A Yue, are you alright?"

"Don't worry, when we practiced, your kicks were no worse than this. I have a lot of experience in being beaten. What about you?" I wiped my face, and my sleeves were stained red.

"This side is broken, and I dare not touch it." Liu Zhi's left arm hangs weakly, "The right arm injured by the wild boar is fine." He carefully took off the sleeve arrow from his left wrist, and aimed at the fallen sergeant , to prevent him from violently rising.

I covered my stomach and stood up with my sword, forcefully suppressing the fishy sweetness in my throat.

The internal organs seemed to be taken out and replaced with a pile of sharp and cold stones, a dull pain that rose and fell with breathing.I hallucinated and heard them rubbing against each other.

However, the hidden dangers that have been hanging in my heart all the time for the past three days have been eliminated, and the pain is not so unbearable when I think that Weiyang Palace is in front.

"Since you know us so well, why do you believe everything we say and do?" The sergeant had no strength to stand up, I lightly kicked his body, and the arrow wound protruded from his shortness of breath. A series of blood bubbles.

Compared with two adult sergeants, Liu Zhi and I are really weak and outrageous.Confronting the enemy head-on is bound to fail.

The deception started from the first night.

That night, although the beasts outside the fire were staring at us, they hesitated.I guessed that maybe they were not only guarding against the flames and the arrows in our hands, but also attacks from another direction.

The small details on the way made me more sure that the person who arranged this plan was watching us from behind.Once he had enjoyed enough of our encounter, he would raise the butcher's knife.

I agree with Liu Zhi's thoughts.So he began to perform desperation and helplessness half-truth and half-false.

It is true that he was attacked by a wild boar and the arrows of the crossbow were exhausted, but it is false that Liu Zhi was helpless and sat waiting to die.The other party mistakenly thought that we had no other weapons, so they dared to approach with confidence.

Being tired is real, being too tired to move is fake.This will ensure that he strikes before we actually lose our strength.

Injury is real, serious injury is fake.Liu Zhi acted as if he had lost his weapon and was no longer able to act, so he let his guard down and concentrate on dealing with me.When I had no more power to fight back, he approached proudly, and then, the hidden arrow in Liu Zhi's hand, who was ignored, was the real killing move.

But I let Liu Zhi leave, but it was not entirely acting.

"A Yue, you acted so real just now, if I hadn't been lied to by you when I was a child, I would have almost left. If I really escaped alone, would you hate me?" Liu She complained with lingering fear.

I laughed and said, "How could it be? If you escaped at that time, you don't have to take risks together. The two civilians are not like the one with them. The injured coachman can't catch up with you. I dragged the one on the ground. There's a good chance you'll escape."

"If you're not here, what's the point of me living alone." Liu She curled his lips in disdain, and he walked to the other end, and gave the coachman and the commoner a sword.

I don't know what kind of resentment supported him, the sergeant who was shot under his feet stared at me: "You guys will die badly!"

This sentence is very familiar, it seems that in the legendary storybook, the good people who are killed usually say this to the villains.Maybe at this point I should smile.

"Why." I responded kindly to him.

"My elder brother is illiterate, he doesn't understand any major principles, all he did was to pay off his father's gambling debts, to prevent the family from being sentenced to slavery by the government, and to allow our family to survive."

"You nobles, everything you have comes from the offerings of the people. The people work hard all year round, and come to support you who do nothing but enjoy themselves. What right do you have to wantonly kill people and punish my three clans? Even if I can't kill you , there will be others in the future!" The hatred he condensed with his life seemed to have substance.

Shouldn't it be time for the military to inculcate the truth that the whole world is a king's land?

I asked coldly: "What he stole were utensils and gold for offering sacrifices to the heavens. How can they be profane. The emperor only punished his three clans, which is already very kind. Is it right to steal? Is it wrong to steal sacrificial utensils?" Damn it? Your brother was punished for stealing, is it our fault who found out he was stealing?"

"In order to avenge a mere eunuch, you tried to kill two princes and kings and one old man. Have you ever thought that after being discovered, your nine clans will all die because of you?"

His eyes were shattered, his face was distorted, blood oozing from the arrow wound, and a large area was stained red.

"If you tell me who sent you here, I might consider leaving a side branch for your family." Although it may be luck that a small officer can do this, but there is no one behind him. is unbelievable.

He kept silent.

In fact, he was right in what he said at the beginning. Liu Zhi and I didn’t care whether the eunuch stole or not. We pointed out his hiding behavior and watched him panic and fear. It was indeed for fun and to practice the knowledge taught by the Taifu.

We never considered the consequences for those who were tricked, nor did we need to.Emperor Jing is the son of the emperor, and we are the sons of the emperor.The joys, sorrows, sorrows, and even life and death of the common people have nothing to do with us.

However, what I didn't expect was that Liu Zhi and I just acted on a whim, which caused such a great resentment from a small person, and even almost killed us.What's even more puzzling is that he actually wanted to sacrifice our lives to pay homage to his family. Could it be that the lives of a few ordinary people are as honorable as ours?

I don't think I'm at fault, but I can't ignore his hatred either.

I raised my sword, intending to kill him, but was interrupted by Liu Zhi.

"A Yue, that boy was shot by me, but he's fine."

He handed me a metal buckle with patterns commonly used by Xiongnu nobles, and a fresh taper in the middle, which came from Liu She's sleeve arrow.

"I'll go and have a look." I tossed the buckle and got excited.

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The comatose teenager was dragged to a clean snow field by Liu Zhi.

The boy looked eleven or twelve years old, with light eyebrows, closed eyes, a straight nose, pale lips, black hair with extremely light curls, softly attached to his cheeks, and his skin was almost indistinguishable from the snow.

The facial features are profound but not rough, and the limbs are slender and powerful, resembling a girl on horseback of an alien race.

But whether it is hair style or clothing, they are no different from Han people.If it wasn't because of the buckle that he was identified as a Hun in advance, no one would think that he came from a foreign race.

I took a deep breath and let myself forget about the pain.

The Hun boy woke up gradually, and opened his eyes in confusion: "Little brother, why are you here alone?" After he finished speaking, he realized his situation, struggled with his upper body to back up, but his hands and feet were tied, Just barely wiggling.

"Second Uncle, how are you doing, Second Uncle! Second Uncle!" He shouted to the two people lying down in his proficient Chinese dialect with a Chang'an accent, "What have you done to him?" No difference.

"Are you a Hun?" I tossed the bronze buckle blankly.

"Give it back to me!" The young Hun didn't listen, and writhed on the ground, unable to break free from the rope.

I grabbed him by the lapel and half-lifted him, punching him hard.

Blood was seeping from the corner of his mouth, and he stared at him stubbornly.

I slapped him heavily with several slaps.After several years of sparring with Liu She, I have been able to draw a stone bow, and my right hand is not weak.

The beautiful face of the Hun boy was swollen out of shape.

The red snow soaked under the two people lying there made him widen his eyes, and his voice gradually became hoarse from low to low: "You, you killed my second uncle!"

The insult, shock, and grief seemed to have aroused his latent Hun ferocity, and he stared at me like a wolf cub.

Having just dealt with the few on the ground, such small fangs are nowhere near scratching my feet, but it arouses my desire to beat him up.I slapped him hard and asked coldly, "Why did you appear in my big man?"

He jumped up from the ground, and pressed his forehead desperately, wishing he could tear a piece of bloody flesh off my neck.

An angry man is mighty but disorganized.I didn't dodge, and when he was about to run out of strength, I raised my knee and hit his jaw.

He seemed to have bitten his tongue, and fell back to the ground with a muffled grunt. His frozen blue lips were wet with blood, and he fell into a slight dizziness.

I kicked him awake.Several years of struggling in the teaching field and practicing against Liu Zhi have made me familiar with how to make people feel unbearable pain.So he greeted him with all his means.

At first he stiffened his body and refused to hide, angrily scolding us for not being human, and then under the storm of pain, he turned into irrational cursing; later, he exhausted his energy and was so embarrassed that he could barely dodge; finally he didn't even dare to hide It looked like she was going to cry or not, she shrank her body, only a slight moan remained.

Because the more he wants to cover up, the harder I will beat and kick.

At a loss what to do, he changed from a wolf cub to a wronged kitten.He covered his face with his hands, curled up his legs, and because of the unreasonable violence, he didn't dare to completely cover himself, but exposed the softest belly.

"Answer me." I picked him up a little breathlessly.

He didn't dare to fight back, and he didn't dare to dodge completely. Lowering his head to avoid my gaze seemed to relieve his fear, but the hatred in his eyes couldn't be concealed: "I'm originally a Hun. I don't remember why. I appeared alone when I was four or five years old." At the border, I was adopted by a Han couple. They treated me like their own son. They moved to near Chang’an three years ago, and I followed them.”

"Fine." Subtlety is a good start, even if it's not pure.

I pulled out the dagger used for skinning animals from the shaft of my boot, and the sharp point rose from his heart to his throat.

He almost forgot to breathe, his pupils dilated with fear.

Only when I got close did I realize that those eyes were dark blue, like the sky in the evening when the smoke is curling up from the kitchen and the night has not yet fallen.

"How many of you are there, where are you now?" I pressed the tip of the knife against the depression on his collarbone, and a line of blood fell along the blade into the whiteness all over the ground.

"There is no one else! Those two sergeants have nothing to do with me and my second uncle. We are just ordinary villagers who come out to hunt a few roe deer in winter! Because we are familiar with the surrounding area, we were coerced by those two men to lead the way."

He explained aloud as if startled, his voice was like a precious zither with loose strings, sometimes mellow and sometimes sharp, mixed with uncontrollable trembling.

"Really." I responded lightly, and the tip of the knife moved a little away from his neck.

He gasped for a few moments, summoned up his courage and said, "Why did you kill my second uncle? He didn't even have a weapon. He just stood there and didn't do anything."

"So what, those two people asked you to lead the way. You could have refused, but you chose to cooperate. They punished the nine clans, but you are enough to implicate the three clans. Not only your second uncle will die, but you will die too. Your adoptive parents , Brothers and sisters are all implicated in this matter, and they cannot escape death."

Every time I said a word of death, his body pressed closer to the ground, as if he didn't know how cold the snow was.

"Do you know what death is?" I leaned over and asked softly.

The Hun boy seemed to be bewitched.

He murmured dreamily: "Death is... closing your eyes, in the dark, seeing nothing, hearing nothing, touching and thinking, losing all happy and sad memories, I will never wake up. In the end, even my body will gradually rot and be forgotten by everyone..."

He seemed to be caught in the memories of the past, and tears flowed unconsciously.

"So, do you want to start now, or watch your adoptive parents go first?"

"No, don't..." He shook his head helplessly.

"Are you ordering me?" I flexibly rotated the dagger with my five fingers, held it backwards, raised it high, and stabbed it down quickly.

"Please, please!" the Hun boy closed his eyes and shouted.

"Why should I spare you?"

"I know how to take the road nearby, and which village is closest to here." He finally found the opportunity to survive the moment before his throat was pierced.

now it's right.

It's not that I ask you to lead the way for me, but you ask me to give you a chance to lead the way for me.This is probably the usage that Dou Ying taught, "Bandits ask Tongmeng, Tongmeng begs me".

I pondered, picking off the rope on his foot.

Stand up and kick his knee.His hands were still tied, and he leaned on his shoulders to exert force, kneeled up with difficulty, and touched his head to the ground.

A beautiful face was miserable and disfigured, and hatred was buried deep in his eyes.

"Your name?" I toss him the bronze buckle.

He was flattered to hold the buckle, and put it back in his arms doubtfully and cherishingly: "I, my name is Gouli Lake. My adoptive parents didn't give me a Chinese name."

"You were born in Hudi, but you were raised by Han people. In your heart, are you a Han or a Hun?" I turned around and motioned for him to follow.

After walking a few steps, what I heard was not his answer, but the wind behind my ears.

It's not new.I bent down to avoid the branch in his hand, and the saber with its sheath slashed across his wide open ribs.

I observed that his right hand was thick and strong, he must have often chopped wood, but he hadn't really surrendered yet.The conduct and manner of the attack were not difficult to guess.So be prepared.

He hit the tree trunk and fell down, curled up in a ball around his body, unable to move, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead.I kicked him mercilessly: "You want to kill me?"

"No, no," he thought he was afraid, shook his head desperately, and moved back in fear, "I just want to knock you down, and then kill him to avenge my second uncle." He meant Liu She.

I raised the corners of my lips and straightened him with a cold smile. He was so frightened that he wanted to slide down several times.

I patted the snow on his body, and adjusted half of the old white sheep fur for him: "If you continue to maintain this kind of thinking, I don't mind finding the small village where you live after returning to Weiyang Palace, and destroying it." Ping. Remember, if they die, it will be your fault."

He froze, not daring to dodge, but trembling when I touched him.