Zheng Haoran wore bright clothes and an angry horse, like a young man, with a smile on his face, humming a ditty, kicking his horse's hooves, and walked back to the military camp.
The dazzling sunlight oncoming.
There is also a piece of armor shining brightly in the sunlight.
Zheng Haoran was stunned.
He hasn't issued a military order yet.
Da da da.
"Thirty years,"
Lao Li led the old horse that had been with him for almost ten years, wearing armor and a helmet, and came to Zheng Haoran.
"Old Zheng, I have been a soldier for thirty years. I am an old bastard, and I became your deputy general by fooling around. In the blink of an eye, your position is higher than ours."
Old Li's rickety back straightened little by little.
Before the whole army ate wolf meat last night, Zheng Haoran and Lao Li made some analysis in the military camp, which made Lao Li understand what they were about to face.
Zheng Haoran looked at Lao Li with a complicated expression and took a deep breath.
He raised his head and suppressed the tears that almost slipped out of his eyes.
Lao Li chuckled and patted the horse's butt tenderly, acting like he was stroking his lover's buttocks.
"After thirty years of work, I can finally fight a tough battle."
Old Li blinked at Zheng Haoran: "Old Zheng, do you think my father is stupid?"
Zheng Haoran narrowed his eyes, he knew what Lao Li wanted to say.
"When I was a child, the old man hoped that I would be successful when I grew up, so he asked an expert to approve my life and named me Li Weiguo. Later, when I joined the corvee and became a soldier, my father beat his chest and scolded the blind fortune teller a thousand times, saying, If I had known this, I wouldn't have given him such a lousy name."
"He said that my cousin 'Li Dachui' was lucky. He took advantage of the chaos and became a bandit. He drank a lot of wine and ate meat, and lived a leisurely life."
"Later I learned my lesson and named my stupid son 'Li Dafu'. Look, it sounds so festive, but once I hear it, I will not be able to go to the battlefield."
A soldier came to Lao Li carrying a heavy piece of armor.
Zheng Haoran remained silent and opened his arms.
Click, click, click.
Lao Li personally put on the armor for Zheng Haoran. This is what Lao Li has been doing for Zheng Haoran since he became Zheng Haoran's deputy general.
Lao Li carefully put on Zheng Haoran's armor. Within a moment, Zheng Haoran was ready to go, and his polished armor shone in the sunlight.
"The general is asking for your orders!"
Plop!
Lao Li gritted his teeth and pulled down his visor. His voice was as cold as a knife scraping against the cold rock. He knelt down on one knee with his fists clasped, and his voice spread throughout the military camp.
In the military camp, there were only more than 800 people left alive. However, these 800 people raised their swords, spears and iron shields high at the same time, and let out a shout that seemed to be heard by tens of thousands of people.
"I beg you for my humble duty!"
Li Weiguo: "Swear to defend the territory!"
The whole army: "Swear to defend the territory!"
Li Weiguo: "Fight in!"
The whole army: "Fight in!"
Li Weiguo: "Break through Bagna Mountain!"
The whole army: "Break through Bagna Mountain!"
Li Weiguo: "Until the Northern Barbarians are defeated, they will never return!"
The whole army: "Unless we break the Northern Barbarians, we will never return!"
Li Weiguo: "It's a big deal!"
The entire army: "Give me a big vote!"
Li Weiguo: "Fuck him!"
The whole army: "Fuck him!"
After shouting, the whole army burst into laughter.
Zheng Haoran's eyes were moist, and he slowly pulled down his tiger-shaped visor.
Under the shouts of Lieutenant General Li Weiguo, the morale of the Zheng Jiajun increased layer by layer and reached its peak.
Zheng Haoran watched in surprise as a blood-red air flow faintly rushed out from the heads of the 825 members of the Zheng Family Army in the vast white snow. The blood-red air flow circled and gathered above the military formation, gradually converging into a fierce tiger. Dormant visions.
Lao Li and others seemed unable to see the "morale" that condensed into a tiger.
It was also the first time for Zheng Haoran himself to see the manifestation of "morale" so clearly.
Plop.
There was a strange sound in Zheng Haoran's ears, yah - he was in a trance, as if he had arrived in a strange space.
He looked around blankly. On the endless battlefield, two huge red crescents hung in the bloody sky. Around the crescent moon, there are huge "gears" turning.
The mountains and rivers are like static curtains, hanging upside down between the blood moon and the gears.
On the endless plain, corpses were piled up, armor was stained with blood, and a dazzling array of broken and rusty weapons were scattered on the plain like a sea of weapons. The stacked corpses are like hills, and the broken blades stuck upside down are like long and crooked forest trees.
"here it is……"
Zheng Haoran closed and opened his eyes and came here. He didn't know why he came here. He instinctively felt that he should belong here.
Time seemed to stand still on the battlefield, there was no wind, no sound, and it was eerily quiet.
The stacked corpses separated into a narrow path, and Zheng Haoran walked forward along the empty path of corpses as if sleepwalking.
I don't know how long he walked, but he wandered around the battlefield with a thirsty mouth, like a ghost.
Finally, he saw a door.
A door dripping with blood, stained with fresh pieces of meat and broken bones.
As Zheng Haoran approached, the door opened a gap on its own.
A gentle and graceful call came from inside.
Zheng Haoran couldn't hear clearly what the person behind the door was saying.
The rustling is like a midnight dream, and the sweetheart beside the pillow is mumbling vaguely, like a whisper.
"It's Chuntao."
Zheng Haoran smiled happily, opened the door and walked in.
…
When Zheng Haoran opened his eyes again.
He walked through the door for a long, long time.
It's just a blink of an eye.
At this time, a dark raven flew towards this side from a distance.
Zheng Haoran picked up a stone at his feet and shot it out with a snap of his fingers.
The raven was shattered in mid-air, its feathers scattered and turned into pieces of meat falling down.
Zheng Haoran helped Li Weiguo, and after a moment of silence, he said in a very calm tone: "I, Zheng Haoran, am not a good general."
Li Weiguo grinned: "Who are you if you're not? Who says you're not? I, Li Weiguo, was the first to be in a hurry with him!"
"I promise to take you back."
Lao Li shook his head: "It's better than starving to death and freezing to death on the road. I just sharpened my knife. If I kill at least two, I will definitely be worthy of the loss."
Zheng Haoran sighed in a low voice: "I'm not a good father either."
Old Li was stunned.
"How can a good father in the world lie to his son?"
Lao Li shook his head vigorously: "Why can't you lie? Like my family's Dafu, who stupidly insists on saying that he will be like his father when he grows up, and will protect the family and the country. I scolded him, I said you are farting, how can you go to school to protect the family and the country? Would it be nice to be promoted to an official position?"
Zheng Haoran heard that it made sense: "That's right."
The two looked at each other and laughed.
“All troops—obey orders!”
Zheng Haoran got on his horse, with a long knife at his side. The wind rustled and blew the red tassel, creating a solemn silence.
"The Northern Barbarians will never return until they are broken!"
The whole army: "Unless we break the Northern Barbarians, we will never return!"
"kill!"
Eight hundred and twenty-five people, including Zheng Haoran, a total of eight hundred and twenty-six people, entered the canyon.
Zheng Haoran knew that he could not retreat. Even before his son showed his cards, he had never thought of retreating.
The Wolf King pretended to retreat on other fronts, but in fact he deployed his troops and generals to fight to the death with himself. He won, and behind him was an empty river and mountain. The Northern Barbarian army marched straight into the homes of ordinary people.
Zheng Haoran thought of the old man hiding under his cloak all day long.
No wonder he felt uncomfortable with that person from the first time they met.
Any man who dares not fist bump with him is not a good man.
Zheng Haoran recognized this dead truth.
So from the beginning, he felt that the national teacher was not a good person.
From the child's words, Zheng Haoran understood that the imperial master turned out to be the child's mortal enemy in the future.
"If you want my life, I will give it to you."
"Anyway, I know that you will not get any benefit from my son in the future."
"Today's revenge has been avenged by my son. I have no regrets!"
What Zheng Xiu never knew was that Zheng Haoran understood something from Zheng Xiu's fist.
It's "hesitant".
From the beginning, Zheng Haoran knew that Zheng Xiu's "fake death and rebirth" was false.
He will die here.
Zheng Haoran understood this.
My son will have a good future.
He understood the matter.
The son started from scratch, married a daughter-in-law, became the richest man, and became a prince.
Because of his death.
Zheng Haoran didn't understand what the "butterfly effect" was, let alone the so-called "influence of the world line", or "what kind of stone and what kind of door". His beast-like man's intuition made him understand this matter.
He must accept his own death so that his son can have a good future.
There was a whistling sound in my ears.
An anxious and annoyed gaze focused behind him.
He knew his son was watching him.
The canyon was crowded with barbarians.
Holding a spear, a shield soldier in front, and an iron barrel.
Zheng Haoran let out a long roar and moved his left hand in the void.
Ruhong's morale instantly gathered in Zheng Haoran's hands, turning into an invisible blade to harvest the lives of the barbarians in front.
now.
In the eyes of Manzi, Zheng Haoran, who is wearing armor and has a tiger-like face, is like the "big devil" in their childhood stories.
With a wave of his hand, countless heads fell to the ground, and the snowfield was dyed red with blood.
"ghost!"
"Ghost!"
Kill ten people in one step, leaving no merit or fame!
Zheng Haoran's horse stepped over the corpse almost without stopping.
He waved his sword with morale wrapped around it, like an invincible god of war.
Not to mention that no one could block his sword. At this moment, Zheng Haoran was like a god of war. Even the shield soldiers who were covered in heavy armor were like paper. They were easily torn apart and dismembered by Zheng Haoran in the blink of an eye. Take a few pieces off.
far away.
Zheng Xiu, Feng Bei, and Monk stood far away.
The monk watched in stunned silence as the 825 people led by Zheng Haoran rushed into the canyon like a torrent, invincible.
Every step he took seemed to contain the word "invincible".
Feng Bei came from behind Zheng Xiu and hugged Zheng Xiu gently.
Zheng Xiu's body was trembling.
"My father lied to me."
Zheng Xiu's voice was low: "He lied to me, Lao Buxiu, I was deceived by him, big deceiver, old deceiver, how could you lie to your own son! How could you just open your mouth!"
Feng Bei hugged Zheng Xiu, his arms getting tighter and tighter.
A sneer sounded in her ears.
…
"You said you lied to him, let's lie to him too, right?"
It's the sound of "Sierro River".
"You didn't tell him that dad and you had already conspired?"
"Shut up."
"Haha, he is always kept in the dark."
"Two hundred years ago you lied to him, pretended to be me, and we were husband and wife for ten years."
"At this point, you're still lying to him."
"How long do you want to lie to him?"
"If he knew that it was 'you' who killed his father, what do you think he would think of you?"
"you shut up."
"Shut up."
…
Not a few days ago.
In the military tent.
Zheng Haoran and Feng Bei live together.
"your hands."
Zheng Haoran asked Feng Bei to take off his gloves with a straight face.
Feng Bei's hands were almost transparent under the light, looming, as if they would disappear at any moment.
"I see."
That night, even if Feng Bei didn't say anything, Zheng Haoran vaguely understood that they went back twenty years ago not to change anything.
"It's just that my son wants to see his father, that's all."
"See you, see you."
"My silly son is just like his mother. He looks easy-going and smiles, but in fact he is more stubborn than anyone else."
"At that time, I thought that when I look for a daughter-in-law in the future, I have to find someone who can beat him to the ground and find his teeth, so that I can calm him down."
"I feel relieved to see you."
"When you go back, remember to tell my silly son,"
"Ahem, that's what you said."
Zheng Haoran had a sullen face, temporarily mistaking Feng Bei for Zheng Xiu, and cursed in an angry tone: "You stupid son, I slept well in the Zheng family ancestral hall, the incense was more fragrant, and I was well fed. ! So let him stop trying to mess with things, and pull me out of the grave! If I really come back to life, the first thing I will do is serve him according to the family law, hang him up and beat him! "
"Daughter-in-law, Feng'er, remember to tell him like this. If it doesn't work, beat him to death and wake him up."
"At home, the world is big and the master is the biggest. You have to listen to me."
"I'm not dead yet. You won't listen to him until I die."
…
"There is another way!"
Zheng Xiu looked at the torrent of war horses in the sunlight, gritted his teeth and murmured to himself:
"There is another way!"
"I'm resistant to Chang An!"
At this moment, Zheng Xiu himself didn't notice that veins appeared on his forehead, his eyes were wide-eyed, and his expression was a bit dazed and ferocious.
"I will draw the ground as a prison!"
"I have a glazed body!"
"Twenty years ago, I was able to drag you out of the darkness in the form of 'Zheng Shan'!"
"Today, I can do it too!"
"I just need to make everyone think that 'Dad' is dead! Everything is ready and can be done!"
"Such a number of human souls will definitely blast through Changdian's barrier and cause changes!"
"At that time, I pulled daddy... out!"
"As long as everyone is dead, no one will know what happened today!"
"As long as dad can survive..."
"Lao Li, I'm sorry!"
"I can't change the whole 'annihilation' thing! I can only secretly let my father survive!"
…
At this moment, Zheng Haoran's whole body was filled with rich blood energy.
The dead corpses were picked up by the strong wind beside them in the torrent of charge by the war cavalry, and were torn apart in the canyon.
Blood rained down, bones and flesh fell, it was like a terrifying purgatory on earth!
Zheng Haoran seemed to be the center of everything, with his torn flesh and blood floating strangely around him. Led by Zheng Haoran, the 825 people behind him seemed to have become an invincible beast on the battlefield, an unstoppable torrent of flesh and blood.
"Ghost!"
“Ahhhhh——”
Zheng Haoran seemed to have become a fierce ghost on the battlefield at this moment.
The barbarians just saw the fierce light coming from under his tiger-shaped mask, and they were so frightened that they threw away their helmets and armor, and became an army.
Terrified!
Before Zheng Haoran's charge, no one could have expected that the 50,000-strong army on Barbarian's side could sound the victory like a heavy hammer on a battlefield of this level with just one person!
Even if reason tells them that no matter how terrifying Zheng Haoran is, he is just a person, he is just a person!
But the barbarians who were running away like crazy seemed to have a voice in their hearts, as if there was a terrifying shadow lingering in their hearts. They lost their will to fight and were frightened out of their wits. They threw away their weapons and fled out of the canyon and back to the wilderness.
The power of one person!
Can be used as an army!
Behind the military formation, the Wolf King looked at the collapsed formation in front of him, his eyes distracted.
"No way, this is impossible."
After closing his eyes for a moment, the Wolf King's distracted eyes regrouped. He looked at the fleeing barbarian soldiers with disappointment. This was the army he was once proud of, but with just one charge, the troops he was proud of became. A pale number.
"If you are mine, if you are mine..."
The Wolf King stood up and waved his hand.
"Bang the 'Night Drum'!"
Beside him, the trumpeter who was already sitting on the ground in fear looked up blankly.
The Wolf King became angry and stretched out his hand to twist the trumpeter's neck.
Click.
It wasn't until he killed three trumpeters that the fourth one blew the trumpet in a hurry.
Boom, boom, boom!
Behind the army, stood a group of "witches" in ragged clothes and wearing bone masks, looking as slovenly as savages.
When they heard the horn, they lifted up their fur cloaks, revealing a drum with a delicate head and a blood-red body on their waist - a human skin drum!
Human skin is painted on the surface, human bones are used as the frame, and human blood is soaked for ninety-nine and eighty-one days to make human skin and bones!
Among the northern barbarians, the most indispensable thing is dead people, so there is no shortage of "human skin drums".
The small drum beat made a dull sound, as fast as rain, and spread thousands of miles in an instant.
The sky suddenly darkened.
In just a few breaths, the sky where the sun had just risen seemed to be painted with layers of dye.
In the blink of an eye, it became dark night!
A red full moon, a round blood moon, rose silently!
