has become a demon

The Tatar who took the lead had a sturdy figure, after hearing what the guard said, he rushed to Zhao Yuan in two steps, grabbed his collar and lifted it up easily.

Zhao Yuan was strangled and couldn't breathe for a while.

The Tatar squinted his eyes and looked at Zhao Yuan carefully, and said to another Tatar, "I heard that it was sent from the capital of Daduan. It turns out that the noble masters of the Han people are similar to women."

"Amur, kill him, let's go." Another Tatar said.

Amur, who was holding Zhao Yuan, narrowed his eyes and stared at him struggling, and slowly put the scimitar into the sheath around his waist.

"This group of delicate men, who can't lift their hands or shoulders, occupy such a fat place in Ningxia." He said, "I heard that the Han people are masculine, but I don't know what it's like to be a nobleman. Is it as comfortable as a woman?"

Zhao Yuan was strangled in the air and almost fainted, but when he heard these words suddenly, he struggled angrily, but he had almost no strength, and the punches and kicks on Amor's body could not stop him from moving.

Amur laughed loudly and pushed him to the ground.

Di Ying, who was stopped behind Zhao Yuan, rushed over and grabbed his waist, beating him frantically: "Let go of my elder brother!"

"Sura, the woman is yours!" Amur dragged Di Ying with one hand and threw him into another Tatar's arms. "He's not yet an adult. Sleep with him and take him back to give birth to your child."

The other young Tatar was a little hesitant at first, but when he heard his words, he was caught in his mind, grabbed Di Ying for a moment, and then turned his head to look.

The guard withdrew to the door.

There was no one else in the yard.

A group of fifteen cavalrymen entered Zhangliang Fort.

The older ones started robbing women for food, and there were many mournful cries and screams around them.

"You still pick and choose. Let me tell you, you can't even touch women's clothes when you go out. This is not bad, and she is still a virgin."

"Let go of her!" Zhao Yuan shouted angrily in a hoarse voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, Amuer slapped Zhao Yuan, making Zhao Yuan's mouth bloody and his eyes black.

Before he could move, there was the sound of clothes being torn, and the strange animal pinched his waist and kissed his chest almost impatiently.

The feeling of nausea gave him the urge to vomit.

Struggling messily and panting quickly, he saw Di Ying being pinned to the ground by another Tatar soldier through the gap.The once strong girl was attacked by fear at this moment, she cried and struggled.

"Don't-! Don't! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The result was that the clothes were instantly torn, exposing most of the white and tender chest.

Sura's eyes were straightened, burning with animal desire, she rushed forward and gnawed wildly.

Useless.

she was.

he.

The women and girls in this village.

The man who fell under the iron heels of the Tartars in the distant smoke.

All living beings that were wiped out in the war are weapons, defense lines that need to be overthrown, spoils of war, and slaves.

Only not people.

The beast on his body was like a pitch-black mountain, pressing up heavily, suppressing his whole body, unable to escape, unable to breathe.

In a difficult moment, the time is infinitely stretched.

The atmosphere of chaos, despair, blood and nausea is more real and violent than ever before.

Zhao Yuan's nose and mouth were covered, his neck was strangled, and he couldn't breathe.

His slightly intuitive legs were pulled apart, and he almost gave up...

"Help me. Help me!...Brother, brother..." Someone seemed to be crying from a distance.

"Brother!!! Help me!!!"

At this moment, Di Ying's miserable scream pierced through all the drowsy despair and tore apart everything.

At this moment, Zhao Yuan thought of the prince who was in the camp that night, when Long Yu fell, was killed by suicide, his head was separated, and his name was disgraced behind him.

In the fire, Lin Fengan stumbled out of the bushes and rescued the emperor's grandson in his arms.The child died in his father's arms.

The severed heads of the father and brother were thrown into the mud like filth.Father's unwilling eyes, frozen blood and tears, and dirty face.

In the dream, King Su's mansion burned to the ground in a sea of ​​blood, and the people in the mansion were killed in chaos.That courtyard, my mother's dressing table, and that home that I can never go back to.

Those hatreds, those unwillingness, and those dark things that were suppressed so hard in my heart came out.Whispering in his ear like a ghost.

Something burned inside him.

Outbursts of anger like never before.

He grabbed the scimitar at the Tatar soldier's waist, pulled it out in an instant, and then inserted it into the Tatar soldier's body without hesitation.

The Tatar soldier screamed, grabbed his throat and dragged him, throwing Zhao Yuan out.

Zhao Yuan rolled along the trend and knelt up behind Sura. He held the scimitar in both hands and plunged into Sura's heart and lungs from behind.He almost exhausted all his strength to strike to the death.

The Tatar soldier, who had shown his animal lust on the girl, froze.

He looked down.

A cold light suddenly appeared, and a silver-white knife tip appeared on the chest, and a drop of blood dripped down.

Di Ying grabbed the torn clothes on his chest and crawled away shyly, leaving only the Tatar soldier with half-failed trousers standing in place.

When Zhao Yuan pulled out the scimitar with trembling hands, the Tatar turned to look at the crippled man.The expression was weird, a little surprised and a little dazed.

Blood began to flow from the hole behind him, and he, who was about to die, burst out with great strength and rushed forward.The cold and hard ground was now stained red with blood and became muddy and wet, and the two people writhed together on the ground.

The life-and-death resistance was long and grueling.

No words.

No dialogue.

Only the forced noise from time to time reminds that this scuffle can only be decided at the cost of one life.

Finally, after countless struggles, Su Da, who had lost a lot of blood, was countered by Zhao Yuan, and the cold light of the scimitar came back and inserted into his throat.

"you--"

Before he finished speaking, blood gushed out like a fountain.

Zhao Yuan was splashed with blood all over his face, body and hands.

At this moment, there was a dead silence in the yard, only the sound of liquid gurgling... blood winding into a river.

Here and now, adult hell.

At this moment, Amur, who was injured in the waist behind him, finally woke up. With a loud roar, he staggered forward clutching his blood gushing waist.

"Han dog!" He grabbed Zhao Yuan's hair and yelled, "Han dog, you dare to kill my brother, I will punish you—"

Before he finished speaking, a cold light flashed across, his head had left his body, flew out, and fell into the water tank, splashing water.

Behind him, Xie Taichu was standing with a sword in his hand, with a stern face.

"Your Highness, here I come," he said.

Zhao Yuan was trembling all over, but he was not flustered, let alone frightened.

Seeing a lot of blood makes my heart harden.

He dropped the scimitar, sat back, in a pool of blood, breathing rapidly, and slowly wiped half of his cheek with his wet sleeve.

The tragic cries of the women and children in the village did not know when they stopped.

"A group of Tatar soldiers sneaked into Zhang Liangbao from the north. They came for His Highness." Xie Taichu said, "15 people. After entering the village, they were led by the guards, intending to assassinate His Highness. But coveting this opportunity, they entered a private house and committed adultery. Snatched. I beheaded seven people, and I also beheaded the guard who led the team. The rest rode to the Yellow River in an attempt to cross the river to save their lives."

"The remaining barbarians, we can't spare them." Zhao Yuan said in a hoarse voice, putting his cloak on Yingzi's shoulders.

"I'll go after it."

He flicked his hand, the blood splashed out from the Dao sword, and then turned to leave.

"and many more."

Zhao Yuan said to Di Ying, "Take care of yourself."

Di Ying sobbed and nodded.

Zhao Yuan sat cross-legged on the ground, but managed to straighten his waist and stretch out his hands, looking up at him.

"I'll go with you," Zhao Yuan said.

He was covered in blood, half of his cheeks had no skin color, and the other half of his face was mottled with blood, his eyes were soaked in blood into scarlet, and black pupils were inlaid in them.There is no longer the gentle and respectful posture of a county king around him, but there is a vague sense of oppression coming to his face.

Xie Taichu regained his composure, put the long sword in his waist, held Zhao Yuan's hand horizontally, pulled him hard, and pulled him up from the ground, hugged him horizontally in his arms, and went out.

The big black horse also knows that the time for war has come.

Not afraid, head held high, kicking hooves, eager to try.

Xie Taichu put his arms around Zhao Yuan and got on his horse, pulled the reins, the black horse neighed, and rushed towards the east like an arrow.

Chase away.

The guard's body lay dead on the ground, blood spraying out trails like fireworks.

And it doesn't stop at this guy.

Countless winding bloodstains gathered together on the street.

The village fell into dead silence.

The corpses and blood of the enemy were mixed with the corpses and blood of the clansmen.

The sky is silent and compassionate as usual.

Nobody cares.

No time to care.

Zeguo Jiangshan entered the war map, Shengmin He Jile Qiaosu.

According to Jun Mo's words to seal the marquis' affairs, one general will succeed and his bones will dry up. 【Note 1】

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[Note 1] "Two Poems of the Year of Jihai · Part One" by Tang * Cao Song