bantayden Chapter 230
Chapter 230
Nineteenth year of Voling, the third day of December.
The desert is full of yellow sand.
Qilian Sei Beacon Tower.
Wei Chu said while playing the military body fist to activate qi and blood to resist the cold: “When I was about five or six years old, I followed my father and mother to the county to catch the gathering, and on the way, I encountered a small group of mountain bandits blocking and robbing the road.
“At the moment of life and death crisis, a young swordsman has a rough road.”
“The figure is like the wind, the three-foot green peak in the hand is like an embroidery needle flying delicately, and the mountain bandit is like a straw falling down a large piece.”
“From that day on, I vowed to become a warrior who fought the sword and was jealous.”
“I once sharpened my stick and made a sword, ruined three acres of rape land in my family, and my father and mother took turns to fight, and almost didn’t beat me to death.”
“When my father placed the wooden sword diagonally on the wall and stepped on it, I knew that my dream of being a warrior was shattered.”
Wei Chu smiled bitterly and continued, “Later, my dream was to be a rich man, with two or three hundred acres of good land on hand and living in a large mansion.
“No more skin-piercing coarse linen clothes, meat for meals, and wine for meals.”
“I was desperate to grow up and be in charge like my dad.”
“At that time, I can buy whatever I want, and I want to eat sugar gourd until I vomit.”
“Later, when my father and mother got old, I grew up and started to go to the ground.”
“I just discovered that the hoe is so heavy, the sun is so strong, and the sweat that flows into my mouth is saltier than tears.”
“When did I grow up?”
Wei Chu pondered for a short moment and said, “It was when he was eleven.
“That day, my father and mother went into the mountains to pick medicinal herbs, and dried the wheat harvested in the courtyard, and told me to be optimistic.”
“In the afternoon, I was sleepy and lay in bed and slept in a daze.”
“I was awakened by my mother’s crying.”
“It was raining outside, and it was raining very much, and it soaked all the wheat.”
“My mother knelt on the ground, crying very desperately.”
“Dad stood in the rain, looking at me motionlessly, his eyes were so disappointed.”
“My mother’s cry and my father’s eyes are like countless arrows shot from all directions.”
“Those arrows completely pierced the childhood villain in my heart.”
“Since that day, I’ve grown up.”
Han Xiangbone, who observed outside the plug through the observation window, was curious: “What later?”
“Later, the childhood villain decayed little by little until it was gone.”
“As an adult, I’m like a walking dead busy just trying to survive.”
“Until I met my wife.”
Wei Chu asked, “Old Han, have you slept with a woman?”
Han Xiangbone shook his head.
Wei Chu: “That feeling is too fulfilling, too happy. ”
Women… No, no, no, it should be my wife.
“No matter how many hardships you suffer outside, how much suffering you endure, as long as you can put your arms around my wife, that wonderful sense of fulfillment and happiness, you can easily kill any suffering and abandon your armor.”
“Later, when I put my left arm around my wife and my daughter with my right hand, looking at the sleeping faces of their mother and daughter, I felt that I had become the bravest person in the world.”
“Those who dare to hurt their mother and daughter, even if the king is willing to be killed, I will pull the emperor off his horse.”
When he said this, Wei Chu clenched his fists, his eyes were resolute, as if he had changed someone.
He is no longer a scrupulous exile, but more like a general who stands tall.
——
The red sun slopes to the west, and the endless desert is empty and high.
After the handover, Han Xiangbone and the lame Wei Chu with a spear walked down the beacon tower, followed the Great Wall of Xileisai, and walked slowly in the direction of Yumen Pass.
“This is the third day of the first day of December, and there are still twenty-two days until the twenty-fifth.”
“Life is like a year!”
Wei Chu looked at Han Xiangbone and asked, “Old Han, what are you going to do after you go back?” If you farm, my wife and I can help you clear the land.
Han Xianggu smiled, “I’m going to become an official, first order from Xiangxiu County…”
Take a look! Huns!
Wei Chu’s eyes suddenly widened and he stretched out his arm.
Looking in the direction of the man’s finger, Han Xiangbone’s expression was abrupt.
On the desert outside Serbia, a group of more than a thousand horses galloped in the direction of Yumen Pass.
The horse’s hooves trampled out billowing yellow smoke.
Han Xiangguan looked back at the Qilian Sei beacon tower.
The handover of the two soldiers did not ignite wolf smoke in time.
Either carelessness is talking, or you are not sleeping well and catching up on sleep.
“Old Han!”
Han Xiangbone was about to speak, but was preempted by Wei Chu.
“You go to the beacon to light wolf dung, and I will go back to the Yumen Pass to fight.”
Han Xiangbone: “No, you go to the beacon
, I’ll go back…” Wei Chu: “Okay, don’t grind it, I have a wife and a daughter, I’ll fight.” The
man pushed fiercely, with great force, and almost pushed Han Xiangbone to the ground.
When he stabilized his figure, the man limped and ran away early.
Don’t dare to delay.
Han Xiang’s bones rushed into the beacon tower, and the two pawns who were dazed and drowsy roared: “The Xiongnu invaded the Yumen Pass, immediately light the wolf smoke!” ”
First Qilian Sai wolf smoke rushed into the sky, then Yanzhi Sai, Qinglang Sai…
The Great Wall stretches for more than a thousand miles from east to west, and pillars of smoke soar into the sky.
——
When Han Xiangbone ran back to the jade gate closed.
The battle outside the customs has become intense.
Han Xiangji saw a Xiongnu cavalry who had fallen from his horse and stabbed the snowy scimitar in his hand into Wei Chu’s abdomen.
Immediately hooked the bloody intestines.
Wei Chu fell.
The intestines in the abdomen flow out like silt.
Han Xiangji took off his helmet and threw it aside.
Immediately gently jumped off the jade gate to close the head of the city.
The soles of his feet stomped hard.
The yellow sand splashed in a fan-shaped shape, and the young man’s figure rushed to the battlefield like an off-string arrow.
Grains of sand hit the boy’s two lacquer pupils and shattered.
The teenager who arrived on the battlefield in an instant drew his knife and unsheathed it.
The knife cries like a dragon!
The Xiongnu cavalryman who had killed Wei Chu and was still slaughtering the soldiers of Yumen Pass suddenly turned around.
What came into view was the long figure of the young man who jumped high and covered the red sun of the west.
Boom!
The steel knife came out of its sheath, like a swallow mountain moonlight flowing through the world.
The snowy blade rubbed against the air with a whoosh, carrying the momentum of Mount Tai.
A brilliant rain of light suddenly exploded.
The Xiongnu cavalry was directly smashed by the knife.
——
The wind whined, like an invisible big hand, grabbing the desert yellow sand and throwing it into the air.
The heaven-shaking shouts gradually weakened until they could no longer be heard.
Sand like snow fell, burying all the broken weapons and bloody corpses.
The residual yang is like blood.
Han Xiangbone knelt on both knees, gouged off the sand, and pulled Wei Chu’s body onto the surface.
The man still holds the steel knife in his right hand.
Two red ropes were wrapped around the left hand.
Between the palms are two jade-like dominoes.
Han Xiangbone took the dominoes.
Immediately, he grabbed a handful of yellow sand and sprinkled it on the man’s face.
Those who steal the living die in battle.
The surroundings are quiet, except for the wind crying.
Yellow sand buried everything.
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