Two hours ago, Zhang Bao thought that he was the only one with such a miserable fate. His parents were killed, and all the villagers in the village died. He was the only one left, and he was captured as a prisoner. However, he did not expect that There were many boys and girls who were as dirty and panicked as him.
After discovering this, Zhang Bao's original thoughts of committing suicide suddenly subsided a lot.
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Among all the prisoners, Zhang Bao is actually not the most miserable. He is a child of about five or six years old. His clothes are the dirtiest, and his whole body is covered with sweat, dust, and ashes. Like a humanoid clay sculpture.
While the group of thieves who had kidnapped him focused most of their attention elsewhere, Zhang Bao took the opportunity to spit out the dirty, smelly horse cloth that he had been holding for a long time. His eyes looked around, ready to escape.
The people who were waiting did not come, and the thieves and robbers became more and more restless, cursing each other. They were not used to being so close to their colleagues. Four groups had a fight over this, several people died, and more than ten people died. Injuried.
After such a commotion, the atmosphere on the scene became even more tense. Upon seeing this, hundreds of thieves and robbers raised their long swords that braved the cold light.
Zhang Bao was still a little baffled by the fact that he was caught. Outside his hometown, so many thieves and robbers gathered. It was said that this kind of people should have become extinct more than ten years ago. He raised his head and glanced at the arrest. I want to get some information from my own thieves leader.
The bandit leader, like the others, wore tattered clothes. He had a strong build, a thick beard, a dirty face, and two scars on his left cheek.
The scar-faced bandit leader was keenly aware of the gazes coming from below, and glanced down. The young prisoner he had captured earlier had a cold and ruthless look in his eyes, "Run away."
Although Zhang Bao is simple, he is not that stupid. Of course, he is standing among a group of bad guys and strong men, surrounded by endless plains. The bad guys and strong men are still riding horses. He is seeking death by escaping, not to mention that his hands and feet are tied. , with a group of prisoners, trapped among thieves and robbers.
"Everything on me has been taken away. I have no value anymore. Why don't you let me go?"
Zhang Bao asked the scar-faced bandit leader somewhat unconvinced.
The scar-faced bandit leader laughed loudly when he heard this, and then spat on the ground. The thick phlegm rubbed against Zhang Bao's scalp. He didn't even bother to answer the ignorant boy's question.
Child, if you were really worthless, I would have chopped off your head with a knife and left you in the wilderness to be eaten by wolves. How could you still be alive today?
At this moment, an old-looking bandit leader suddenly looked at the newly arrived gangsters and prisoners with gloomy and cold eyes, and suddenly said: "The harvest is not good, vulture."
The scar-faced bandit leader, who was called "Vulture", spat again, "Wolves don't keep food from their mouths, especially the Hook-eyed Blood Wolf. In the villages that guy slaughtered, all the houses were burned down and almost all the people were gone." After killing them all, it would be good to get some leftovers from their meals. After all, the journey was not in vain."
Zhang Bao, who was initially a little unconcerned, suddenly felt his heart skip a beat when he heard the name "Hook-eyed Blood Wolf". He must be the murderer who massacred his entire village. , the thieves obviously know the details.
Although Zhang Bao knew that the people who massacred his family were Mongols, the Mongol Empire, a nomadic people in the northwest, was now extremely powerful. Even the entire court could not defeat the Mongols. Although Zhang Bao was simple, he was not stupid enough to think that he could do it alone. With his power, he can destroy the entire Jungar Mongol Empire and avenge his relatives, friends and fellow villagers.
However, how can we not avenge the murder of our father and mother? Zhang Bao held his hands fiercely, and he must cut into pieces the culprit who killed his parents and fellow villagers.
For a moment, his eyes showed a special and firm emotion. The sophisticated old bandit leader couldn't help but look at him one more time, and then looked at him silently. The scar-faced bandit leader named Vulture next to him then silently said He sighed, but didn't say much, and continued to look towards the mountain pass to the north.
Zhang Bao's heart felt like a volcano about to erupt. The bandits and thieves no longer mentioned the topic of the Mongols, but he had no choice but to ask himself, "What is the name of the hook-eyed blood wolf you are talking about? "
Hearing this, the leader of the scar-faced thieves stared at Zhang Bao for a long time. After seeing the determined fire burning deep in Zhang Bao's eyes, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: Boy, do you want to Revenge? Ha ha! Ha ha! "
"Stop your wishful thinking. The Mongols are now powerful, and the imperial army has been defeated one after another. Even I don't know if I can survive to the end. Even if you want to kill the captain of the Mongolian barbarian nation in the northwest, don't dream. Already?"
Zhang Bao ignored the sarcastic words of the scar-faced bandit leader. His expression was firm and he asked again word for word: "You don't have to worry about this. I just want to know the real name of the enemy who killed my parents."
"Haha! Haha! Haha!"
The scar-faced thieves leader laughed more and more crazily, causing several other groups of strong men and villains nearby to look sideways. Then, the scar-faced thieves leader's face turned cold, and he put the scimitar with a cold light in his hand directly on Zhang Bao's neck. .
Zhang Bao's heart suddenly lifted and his legs were trembling a little, but when he thought of the tragic death of his parents, he mustered up the courage again. Even if the machete was placed on his neck, he would ask clearly who killed him. Parents.
After all, the scimitar did not cut down. The leader of the scar-faced thieves sighed, and silently pulled the scimitar back into its sheath. Looking at Zhang Bao with a determined look on his face, for some unknown reason, the scar-faced thieves leader finally decided Compromised.
"The hook-eyed blood wolf's real name is Tamurzahan. That's all I know."
After getting the answer, Zhang Bao's heart suddenly dropped. He finally knew who his enemy was. This was just his first step. If he wanted to complete his revenge, the first thing he had to do was to save his life and gain freedom. There is no way to do this, and the other is even more impossible.
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The sound of "tap, bop" hooves came, and a fine young horse galloped from the mountain pass in the north. Immediately sat a man wearing a blue cloak, holding a flying splendid red flag, with a strong body. middle-aged man.
When the robbers and thieves saw him, they were happy at first, then disappointed. Finally, when they saw the big characters on the splendid red flag, they all showed a look of fear.
"Law enforcement disciples of the Kongtong Sect!"
Someone in the crowd shouted, and more than a hundred bandits seemed to be under a spell. They urged their horses to take three or four steps back almost at the same time. No one dared to say a word. Some of the prisoners on the ground understood and some were confused, but they were all under the influence. The influence of this fear recedes all at once.
Zhang Bao stood at the back and was almost knocked down by the people in front of him, but he still weighed his feet and looked over. He had never heard of the name "Law Enforcement Disciple of the Kongtong Sect", and he didn't know what the Kongtong Sect was, let alone Understand what everyone is afraid of, what is there to be afraid of in a so-called name.
The disciples of the Kongtong Sect wearing blue cloaks suddenly saw this group of ferocious-looking people gathering on the roadside, but they were not surprised at all, let alone panic. They urged their horses to gallop forward, with a trace of mockery and laughter in their eyes. Looking down from above.
When this disciple of the Kongtong Sect approached these groups of people on horseback, he murmured to himself: "What a bunch of trash. I thought there would be a few bold people who came to trouble me."
Although the taunting voice was not loud, more than a hundred robbers and thieves heard it clearly when the surrounding environment was so quiet. Most of the robbers and thieves photographed in the Kongtong Sect endured it. , pretending not to hear, but there was also a younger bandit who couldn't hold his breath. After the Kongtong sect disciple approached, he threw the poison-quenched flying knife like a sneak attack.
This disciple of the Kongtong Sect had obviously practiced the "Listening to the Wind Discriminator" skill very well. His blue cloak passed by like a cloud, directly wrapping the poison-quenched flying knife, and then using the power of rotation, He threw the poisoned flying knife back through his cloak in the same way.
As the cloak was lifted up, a long sharp sword was revealed, hanging on the side of the horse.
After a while, there was only a "bang" sound, and the poisoned flying knife hit the younger robber's head. The young robber fell down at the sound and fell off his horse.
When this Kongtong disciple saw this, a smile appeared on his face, his sharp and slender eyes habitually had a hint of arrogance.
"The companions of the despicable and shameless attacker just now, please stand up for me immediately."
His voice was not loud, but underneath his harsh words, there was an irresistible power. Zhang Bao keenly saw that among the more than a hundred robbers and thieves present, almost all of them had a hint of lividness on their faces. However, even so, no one rushed to be a hero, and one by one they all became cowards.
Seeing that no one came forward, this Kongtong disciple was not surprised at all. He took off his cloak and put it on the saddle. Then he jumped off the horse and pulled out the long sword from the side of the horse.
The blade of the big sword is almost as wide as an adult's hand. The tip of the sword touches the ground. The hilt is as high as the chest of this Kongtong sect disciple. The blade is made of fine Qinggang iron. Not only that, the blade There were several blood-red spots on the mouth, which were due to excessive killing and blood stains seeping into the sword.
"My name is Chang Wenling, and I am a fourth-generation disciple of the Kongtong Sect. Today I will only kill the companions of the despicable and shameless attacker just now. Other unimportant people, please retreat quickly."
