In an instant.
Night is coming!
The bloody moon hangs high.
Behind the army, the slovenly "witches" beat the human skin drums and performed ugly dances. Under the bone masks, they sang sad and melodious songs in a melodious and enchanting tone.
They danced and sang.
As they danced and sang, blood flowed from the pale bones on their faces and from the dark holes, dripping down the masks, dripping down the skin, and flowing down the fingertips to the human skin drum.
Each human skin drum was covered with a layer of evil blood, and the blood was absorbed in an instant on the surface of the human skin drum.
Around the blood moon, a hazy purple demonic mist filled the air.
"Is this the thaumaturgy my son talked about?"
Zheng Haoran opened the door and felt like a divine soldier descending from the sky, almost invincible. But he didn't dare to be careless.
If such a strange scene were seen in the past, he would definitely have called out "witchcraft", but after learning about "strangers", "doorways" and "magic arts" from his son, Zheng Haoran was surprised for a moment. , and you understand the reason.
"Times have changed."
Unknowingly, weirdness is prevalent in the world, and strange people appear in large numbers.
Under the blood moon, some of the barbarians belonging to the "Moon Clan" were no longer afraid. Their eyes were bloodshot and they laughed strangely. They took out a pair of iron claws from behind and put them on their wrists. Slightly stooped and crouched, with a black shadow and long disheveled hair, he looked like a humanoid wolf standing up under the cover of darkness.
Zheng Haoran led his army out of the canyon.
The "morale" behind him is like a rainbow.
The rainbow light shot straight into the sky, competed with the blood moon, and then returned to Zheng Haoran.
If anyone is present, they will definitely see that Zheng Haoran's body seems to be wrapped with a layer of rich flames at this moment, and the "morale" that has almost condensed into substance is burning like arrogance on Zheng Haoran's body, like a scorching sun.
"kill!"
Including Zheng Haoran, the Zheng Jiajun had already become red-eyed.
Although Lao Li and other Zheng Jiajun didn't know what happened, they only knew that under Zheng Haoran's "control", they seemed to have endless energy, endless strength, and tireless sword swings.
Kill kill kill!
"Swear to defend the territory!"
"If you don't break the Northern Barbarians, you will never return them!"
"I will never pay it back!"
Day suddenly turned into night. Faced with such a strange thing, no one on the Zheng family army showed fear. Or, under Zheng Haoran's "control" at this moment, they only have pure fighting spirit in their minds, and they are so brave that they have already forgotten about "fear".
After several charges, Zheng Haoran was like a sharp arrow. Behind him was an army that suddenly became invincible, easily tearing through the defense line of the Northern Barbarians.
They charged in the wilderness and fought among the barbarians. No one could block their swords, and no square formation could withstand the iron hooves of Daqian's war horses.
At this moment, the black wind horse that the Northern Barbarians were proud of shivered under the neighing of Daqian's war horse, losing its former majesty.
Zheng Haoran felt like he was in a deserted place!
kill!
kill!
kill!
One hundred people, two hundred people, five hundred people, one thousand people, five thousand people.
I don’t know how long the killing took, but the fields were littered with corpses. Zheng Haoran's sword had long since broken. During the charge, he relied on a pair of pure physical fists to easily break the barbarian's neck with every movement of his hands. With one punch and one palm, the opponent's armor was as fragile as paper.
"kill!"
As Zheng Haoran became more and more proficient in the use of "control", his tiger eyes opened, his fierce light surged, and he waved his big hands, condensing into a "tiger" invisible morale, like a mountain, pressing down on the Northern Barbarian Army.
thump! thump! thump!
The formation of the Northern Barbarian army was broken up by Zheng Haoran's hundreds of men and fell into pieces. Under the pressure of "morale", many people in the Northern Barbarian Army stopped without warning, rolled their eyes, foamed at the mouth, and fell straight backwards, unconscious, as if they were possessed by evil spirits. personnel.
In the Northern Barbarian Army, due to Zheng Haoran's sudden "strength", swarms of barbarians fell down like wheat harvest, and the iron hooves of war horses trampled them, adding countless dead souls out of thin air.
"We won't lose! Hahaha!"
An unknown soldier laughed crazily three times, then suddenly fell down with his horse and man, making no sound.
died.
Zheng Haoran thought about it and looked back at the body that fell to the ground.
After another charge, dozens of soldiers died on the field, including men and horses.
They obviously didn't suffer any external injuries, but they still died.
Zheng Haoran's tiger-shaped faceplate reflected the glow of the blood moon. The shadow of the "fierce tiger" raging over the battlefield suddenly paused and returned behind Zheng Haoran, entrenching itself in the void like a towering fierce god.
No one noticed that as more and more people died on the battlefield, the thick blood began to flow on its own and gathered into deep and shallow pools of blood.
The horse's hoof stepped on the blood puddle, and the sticky blood splashed and stirred up whirlpools.
There is more and more blood on the battlefield.
Like a deep red pool.
The blood moon in the sky gradually twisted.
Behind the Northern Barbarians, no one noticed that the group of lunatics who were responsible for beating the human skin drums and dancing into the night, turning day into night, died one by one after bleeding from their seven orifices.
No one noticed that the drumming stopped.
No one noticed that the singing stopped.
No one even noticed...they were dead.
Obviously the drumming has stopped and the singing has stopped, but the night is still dark and has not turned back into day.
In the sky, the purple demonic fog became thicker, filling the night sky like a huge cover, covering the battlefield.
Through the purple demonic mist, the shape of the blood-colored moon became distorted and weird due to the mist. From a distance, it looked like a terrifying and bleeding human face hanging in the sky, as if it was frozen with an evil smile.
Zheng Haoran couldn't remember how long he had been killing.
His fists were covered in a layer of sticky flesh.
When he suddenly came to his senses, there were no "creatures" standing in front of him, and the bodies of the barbarians were piled up like a mountain.
"I also……"
Zheng Haoran's eyes showed a bit of confusion, and he looked at his fist.
Suddenly looking back, he saw his brothers who were rushing behind him. Before he knew it, there were only a few hundred people left.
Lao Li's face turned pale, and his face was visibly withered.
Zheng Haoran's lips moved slightly, just when he was about to say something.
But Lao Li shook his head, smiled and slowly raised his fist towards Zheng Haoran.
At this moment, under the influence of "Dominion", they had the same mind.
A look, a movement.
There were only a hundred soldiers left, and there was no trace of fear on their faces.
They seemed to already know their end.
Some people say that dying on the battlefield is the best destination for a soldier.
So, they came here.
They killed many barbarians, many, many, many. They were afraid of them and killed them. They killed them and killed ten times their number of enemy troops.
Blood is earned.
Following Lao Li's movements, soldiers raised their fists towards Zheng Haoran one after another.
Their movements were slow, slow.
But when the fist was raised, it moved little by little, as heavy as a stone.
A strange scene occurred on the battlefield.
More than a hundred large cadres were surrounded by tens of thousands of barbarian soldiers. There were only corpses around them, and the ground was a pool of sticky blood. They were silent in the pool of blood, and they all raised their fists towards Zheng Haoran.
At that moment, time seemed to stand still, and everyone's movements of raising their fists were steady and powerful, looking like a row of eternal flesh and blood sculptures.
"General Zheng."
"General Zheng."
"General Zheng."
"General Zheng."
Zheng Haoran silently raised his fists towards them and touched them in the air.
The "voice" of the soldiers flows into their hearts through their morale.
It was a pure call.
At this moment, they entrusted their lives to Zheng Haoran.
"I, Zheng Haoran, am sorry for you!"
"If you are still my soldier, Zheng Haoran, in the next life, I will definitely...take you back in triumph!"
Old Li looked up to the sky and shouted: "Triumph!"
Everyone raised their arms and shouted loudly: "Triumph!"
far away.
A sharp figure rushed towards Zheng Haoran like black lightning.
"Zheng Haoran!!!"
The Wolf King has primitive and rough war tattoos all over his body, his long hair is disheveled, and he looks ferocious, like a wolf at the end of its rope.
Zheng Haoran turned around and punched him with an expressionless face.
Boom!
This punch completely drained the energy of Lao Li and others. They kept raising their fists on their horses with smiles on their faces.
Dead.
like a statue.
Click!
One punch!
Without any bells and whistles or structured moves, the Wolf King gathered all his strength and punched Zheng Haoran. Zheng Haoran responded with his fist in the same way.
In an instant, the terrifying air waves shattered the surrounding corpses, causing blood and flesh to fly. Centered on the two of them, the cyclone generated was like a huge meat grinder, strangling everything that was left on the battlefield.
The right arm of the Wolf King and Zheng Haoran made a continuous crisp sound and bent eighteen times. The severe pain of the broken bone made the Wolf King's face distort in an instant, and he flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.
Some strange images followed the Wolf King's fist and flowed into Zheng Haoran's memory.
boom!
The overwhelming air wave was divided by Zheng Haoran's body. Looking back, Zheng Haoran left cone-shaped ravines on both sides. He blocked the Wolf King's punch and protected the brothers who died behind him.
"Old Li, Xiao Deng, the second son, the third son, the idiot..."
Zheng Haoran read the names of each person who died one by one.
He spoke very fast.
He clearly remembers everyone's name and face.
These are his soldiers.
Of course he remembered.
Zheng Haoran stood in the open space.
A pair of invincible iron fists dripping with blood.
The barbarians watched helplessly as their spiritual pillar, their Wolf King, was punched out by Zheng Haoran.
The Wolf King was dragged on the ground for dozens of feet, dying.
Zheng Haoran stood there, as if at the end of his battle, but no one dared to step forward.
Although the hundreds of soldiers behind him are dead, they still stand as if they are still alive!
An army of less than a thousand men!
But they charged in the wilderness and killed their 50,000-strong army to their death!
This is a battle worthy of being recorded in the annals of history, a battle in which a small number defeats a large number against the odds with one man's power!
This is also a miracle that is destined not to be believed by the world!
"call……"
"call……"
Zheng Haoran stood, exhaling a long breath under his visor, and the hot air condensed into a blood-colored mist.
"liquor."
The Wolf King staggered up.
He ordered someone to fetch a jar of wine.
At this moment, his right arm was completely broken, dripping with blood, and the white bones pierced the skin, which was extremely horrifying.
But as if he didn't feel anything, he held a pot of wine in his left hand, stepped on the sticky blood step by step, stepped over the corpse, and got closer to Zheng Haoran little by little, until he came to Zheng Haoran.
The Wolf King stepped forward, but there were still more than 20,000 people on the Barbarian side. They completely surrounded the exit of the canyon. Zheng Haoran was left with only one person alive, unable to fly, but no one dared to step forward and take Zheng Haoran's life.
An army that loses its courage is no longer an army.
Now, they are just a group of people with weapons, nothing more.
The Wolf King sat in front of Zheng Haoran, tore open the seal with his left hand, and threw the wine jar towards Zheng Haoran.
Zheng Haoran raised his head and took a sip, then threw the wine jar back to the Wolf King and sat down opposite the Wolf King.
His face could not hide his fatigue, and the tiger-shaped shadow behind him was still as majestic as a mountain.
The Wolf King drank wine, squinted his eyes, and looked behind Zheng Haoran. He seemed to see the terrifying shadow and fell into silence.
"You have a son?"
The Wolf King suddenly asked.
Zheng Haoran chuckled: "Why, you want to have a baby too?"
The Wolf King also smiled, with a pale face showing no trace of hatred, a smile as pure as the snow on Bagnamo Mountain: "If you can go back alive."
The two of them took a sip each and shared the wine.
They coughed up blood from time to time as their wounds were touched, but the more they drank, the happier they became.
Zheng Haoran: "Unless I die, you won't be able to survive."
"Why bother?" The Wolf King looked at Zheng Haoran with bright eyes: "Your troops have been wiped out. Even if you go back alive, Daqian will not be able to tolerate you."
"If you can't tolerate it, you can't tolerate it. You don't understand."
The Wolf King was silent for a moment: "Son?"
"My son will be successful when he grows up, and that's enough."
The Wolf King drank the last sip of wine.
"Do not believe?"
The Wolf King shook his head: "Who can tell what will happen when you grow up?"
In Zheng Haoran's mind, Zheng Xiu's resolute and handsome face, steady eyes, grinning, and he was so happy that he couldn't help but brag to the Wolf King like a friend gossiping: "My silly boy is named Dan Yiyi. The word, Xiu! Cultivating one's character! I have been fighting all year round and have a murderous aura. I chose this name to let him get a little bookish! My child, his spirit will follow me and his face will follow his mother's. He will be powerful and handsome in the future. Can you believe it? ?”
The Wolf King shook his head: "I don't believe it."
"How about a bet? Even if I, Zheng Haoran, am at my wits' end, I can kill thousands of you again easily. Just one punch. If I die, I lose. I will have a lot of great power behind me for you to trample on."
"What if I lose?"
"I will spare your life." Zheng Haoran's breath stagnated: "Promise me that you will not set foot in the country for twenty years."
"Then..." The Wolf King nodded: "I will have a wolf child."
"That's just right!" Zheng Haoran raised his head and laughed, stood up, and raised his fist towards the Wolf King: "After this battle, when our children grow up, let them see them."
The Wolf King narrowed his eyes. Zheng Haoran's confident tone was clearly saying that he would definitely win.
Only if he wins can the Wolf King go back alive, carrying the shame of a loser, surviving for twenty years, and fulfilling Zheng Haoran's promise not to invade Daqian for twenty years.
Zheng Haoran thought very clearly that if this wolf king dies, the next wolf king will be born. With such wolf nature, there will never be peace in Daqian. From the Wolf King's fist, Zheng Haoran knew that the Wolf King was a man who kept his promises, so he made a "twenty-year agreement".
"If you give birth to a child, you can become a brother with my son! If your child is a little girl and my silly son likes it, we will become husband and wife!"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Zheng Haoran slapped his head and said, "It's over." His mind was so hot that he forgot that the child had a wife, and that wife was very fierce. It's just that Zheng Haoran can't take back the words once they've been spoken.
"It's inappropriate. Neither you nor us will ever tolerate this kind of thing happening."
The Wolf King hesitated.
"I'm not afraid of heaven and earth. Worldly constraints are all bullshit! Who said Daqian and Beiman cannot intermarry? Are you afraid?"
The Wolf King glared: "Who said I'm afraid?"
"Hahaha! It doesn't matter, we will find out in twenty years! Perhaps, the day our children become sworn sworn brothers or get married, it will be the time when the two countries have a truce and the world will be at peace!"
The Wolf King smashed the wine jar to pieces.
"In that case..."
The Wolf King raised his head and looked at the strangely distorted bloody full moon in the sky.
His hair lengthened little by little, fluttering on top of his head for several feet, like a demon.
His body swelled up like a balloon, and the war marks on his body glowed horribly with blood.
"I will use all my magic tricks for the rest of my life, I will break my path,"
"Just for this punch,"
"After one punch, no matter whether I win or lose, I will never be able to punch again for the rest of my life."
"This is... my final restriction."
"It can only be used once in a lifetime... the absolute wolf!"
"Zheng Haoran!"
(End of chapter)
