Traces of the past are buried in the dirt on the handle, and shadows of the past remain in the blood on the blade.
Along with polishing and scrubbing, Du Chengfeng gradually felt everything that this unlucky scimitar had experienced.
After he buried this knife under the Crooked Neck tree, someone came and dug it up once. However, Du Chengfeng buried it very deep at that time, so the unlucky scimitar was not dug out, so the man only dug it out. I was able to cover all the soil back and left cursing.
Du Chengfeng could feel that this was the knife seller who had sold him seventeen knives and gave him an old robe for free. However, what puzzled Du Chengfeng was how did this man know that there was something buried under the tree? A knife?
He didn't quite understand, and this unlucky scimitar didn't bring him any answers.
However, after the knife seller's digging, the soil where the scimitar was buried became soft. It was precisely because of this that when Yang Sanlang found the crooked neck tree and tried to hang himself but failed, he could easily remove the scimitar from the soil. Take out the knife.
In a sense, this can also be regarded as the fate between Yang Sanlang and this knife.
The same night that Yang Sanlang took the machete, the Yang family ancestral hall caught fire. God knows how the fire was ignited. Despite the heavy downpour, the Yang family ancestral hall was completely burned down. A few days later, the barbarians from the grassland moved south in large numbers, and the entire Yangjia Fort abandoned their ancestral property and fled all the way to seek refuge.
If it were an insider like Du Chengfeng, he would have thrown the machete away on the spot. Whether it is buried, sent to the enemy, or even thrown into the wilderness, he will not keep this thing in his hands under any circumstances.
But Yang Sanlang regarded this scimitar as an ancestral blessing.
In Yang Sanlang's eyes, touching a machete under the tree was the blessing of his ancestors. The fire in the ancestral hall became a revelation from his ancestors in Yang Sanlang's eyes. In Yang Sanlang's eyes, it was not just a simple fire. It was the ancestor of the Yang family, the famous general Yang Huchi, who reminded him not to continue to rely on the pride of his ancestors, but to use the scimitar in his hand to open a way forward for the Yang family.
Since Du Chengfeng knew the ancestor of the Yang family in a sense, he could be sure that Fatty Yang would never be able to tell such a nonsense revelation. The fat man who kills pigs will only pamper his children and grandchildren, and will never let his children fight hard.
Du Chengfeng even suspected for a time that he had not killed Yang Sanlang with a single knife before, and it was because of the influence of Fatty Yang, or that thick and heavy knife.
But it was obvious that no matter how he questioned it, Yang Sanlang had already achieved self-consistency in logic.
Especially after the barbarians came from the grassland.
"This is a test given to me by my ancestors!"
Yang Sanlang firmly believed this.
As for why it was a test for him, of course it was because Du Chengfeng did not follow the convoy.
After losing Du Chengfeng, the strongest fighting force, everyone in Yangjiabao always needs someone to lead the young and strong, take care of the old and young, and when encountering any danger, there must always be someone who can step forward to deal with it. After all, Yang Xuan's tricks The method of reasoning with people may be okay in the south, but when facing the northern barbarians who don't understand the language, if you try to reason with people, you will only be hacked to death.
After all, in this chaotic world, the sword and gun in your hand are the simplest words.
Therefore, a group of people simply choose the generals from the shortest and try to find the one who can fight best.
In the end, the person selected was actually Yang Sanlang.
Although everyone is in a subtle mood, it is true that only Yang Sanlang is the most capable at the moment. Not to mention anything else, when it comes to killing people, only Yang Sanlang dares to be ruthless.
So, after a simple team formation, Yang Sanlang once again became the leader of more than fifty young men.
"This is it! It's long overdue!"
At this moment, Yang Sanlang felt extremely comfortable. He felt that his ancestors still favored him, and his chance finally came - although the Yang family had lost their ancestral land, Du Chengfeng who was pressing on him was also gone. At this moment, he was no longer a crazy waste who only knew bad things, he once again became the mainstay of the Yang family.
It was at this time that the convoy, which had just set off, encountered a group of prairie horsemen.
Most of those prairie barbarians wearing fur coats were light cavalry. They were obviously scouting horses placed outside by the army. If these cavalry were sent back to report the news, the convoy would really die on the road.
"We must take action immediately!"
At this moment, Yang Sanlang believed his judgment and directly called seven or eight young men who could ride horses. Several of them rushed over with their horses and whips raised.
It was too late, but it was too fast. In just an instant, Yang Sanlang and his men passed by those grassland barbarians.
Not one of the Hu Renqingqi fell off their horses, but on Yang Sanlang's side, all of them had been chopped down to the ground.
Several young and strong men had been seriously injured and fell to the ground, leaving only wails of pain. Even Yang Sanlang himself broke an arm when he fell - but he was the only one who could be considered to have a positive record, just because when he fell In front of the war horse, the scimitar swung in panic just cut the neck of a barbarian Qingqi.
Although it was just a slight scratch, most of the Hu man's neck was opened, enough to show the sharpness of the scimitar.
The death of one of their own people naturally shocked the grassland barbarians, but what shocked these grassland barbarians even more was the weakness of Yang Sanlang and his party.
"You're at this level, and you dare to charge at us?"
These prairie Qingqi couldn't quite understand where the southerners in front of them got their courage, but after thinking about it, these prairie Qingqi were too lazy to understand.
Anyway, it was just a fleeing convoy, so I just killed it.
So, just as Yang Sanlang was escaping all the way back to the convoy area, more than twenty prairie Qingqiu rode on their horses and surrounded them. Each one of the prairie Qingqiu with red eyes waved their scimitars. What happened to the people in Yangjiabao? I’ve seen this posture before.
"Run! Run!"
In the end, the old Yang Xuan made up his mind, but with this shout, a flying bone directly smashed his knee.
Yang Xuan fell seriously injured in the car, and the important task of guiding the team fell on Yang Sanlang again. So after hastily identifying a direction, Yang Sanlang called the convoy to run away quickly.
How could the draft horse pulling the cart outrun the horses of the prairie people? The convoy was soon overtaken. In just a moment, many people were struck by scimitars and fell off the cart.
It was at this time that Yang Xuan, who had been unconscious, barely woke up.
"I don't want anything! Human life is important!"
The old Yang Xuan once again made a judgment, which directly caused another flying bone to break his only good leg.
But the price of this leg is meaningful after all. As more and more food supplies are being thrown away, more and more gold and silver treasures are being thrown to the roadside, those prairie Qingqi with scarlet eyes are indeed hesitant. He hesitated for a moment - although it was only a moment of hesitation, it finally gave the convoy a chance to escape pursuit.
"But, which direction are we going?"
Yang Xuan, who woke up slowly, looked at the gradually brightening sky, feeling a little confused.
"Sanlang, what direction are you taking?"
"To the west!"
Yang Sanlang vowed to do so.
"I'm not wrong, this is really the West..."
Before they finished speaking, the remaining people in the convoy saw the rising sun in the distance.
Obviously, normally, the sun does not rise from the west.
What they were taking was actually a way back.
"this……"
Everyone in the convoy couldn't help but look at each other.
They were on the wrong road, but it was impossible to go back with the pursuers at the moment. After recalling the ferocity of the twenty-odd prairie light cavalry, they finally had no choice but to return to the Yangjiabao route.
As for the strange misfortunes that occurred during the journey, such as the car falling into a ditch, or a horse being sprained in the leg, there is no need to say more. Anyway, after all these difficulties and dangers, everyone who was supposed to escape from Yangjiapu , finally returned to the place where the dream began.
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"Um……"
Du Chengfeng was speechless for a long time.
This matter was indeed a bit beyond his expectations.
"It's all because of Yang Sanlang's greed for success..."
This time, even Carpenter Li, who has always been good-tempered, couldn't help but curse.
"If it hadn't been for him, so many of the folks wouldn't have died!"
"……Hard to say."
Du Chengfeng's expression was a little subtle.
It's really hard to say. After all, these red-eyed prairie light cavalry are obviously He Xiqing's men. According to what he learned from the previous barbarian weapons, only He Xiqing would indulge his grassland warriors and let them use their weapons. To strengthen oneself.
In other words, if these light cavalry go back to report the news, then the convoy will usher in a certain death.
But now, because Yang Sanlang behaved too stupidly and weakly, those prairie Qingqi who were originally used to detect horses gave up reporting the message and instead chose to kill them directly - after all, these twenty or so prairie Qingqi could really do this. , they killed Yang Sanlang and his group as easily as they killed rabbits.
But Yang Sanlang was so stubborn that he chose the wrong path.
This is not so much the wrong road as it is the right road. After all, if the convoy is really going all the way to the west, those grassland Qingqi may really chase them all the way. On the contrary, it is the Yangjiabao side, because Du Cheng Feng himself was moving around here, but those grassland Qingqi did not dare to approach easily.
This reminded Du Chengfeng of the blacksmith who made this unlucky scimitar.
Originally, in his impression, the blacksmith had to carry the bucket and run away because of killing people nine times in a row, which was extremely unlucky.
But if you think about it now, you have escaped nine times in a row without being caught. Doesn't this also indicate some problems?
"this……"
Looking at the scimitar in his hand again, Du Chengfeng could already feel the vague connection between this unlucky scimitar and the unconscious Yang Sanlang on the ground.
Obviously, just as he had mastered his own weapons, Yang Sanlang had also mastered this unlucky scimitar.
With that psychotic logic and self-consistency, there is also the same bad luck as this scimitar.
