Changgeng was bleeding somewhere between his lips and teeth, and when he took a small sip, he tasted a mouthful of fishy sweetness.
Ge Pangxiao had only run a few steps, but he was already on the verge of death. However, this little fatty unexpectedly knew the severity of the situation, and from beginning to end, he held tightly onto Changgeng's sleeves, so tight that his palms were covered in cold and sticky sweat. Changgeng, who was obsessed with cleanliness, had no time to shake him off. The two youths were like two cornered cubs, struggling to bare their young fangs in a desperate situation.
The person at the end of the path raised his hand and lifted the mask to his forehead, revealing his handsome facial features.
His cheeks were thin, and there seemed to be a shadow in his slightly sunken eye sockets, reflecting the thousands of miles of the Central Plains. When his gaze fell on Changgeng from above, the meaning in his eyes was incomparably complex, as if there was a bit of nostalgia and a bit of pride, which made him seem very humane.
Unfortunately, this humane feeling was very thin, and in the end, it was still covered by the deep hatred in his eyes, like a red thread buried in the boundless snow outside the Great Pass. Although it existed, it disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The rumbling of heavy steel armor rose and fell one after another, and one after another, snow-white heavy armor fell behind that person. There were no less than twenty heavy armor barbarians.
There was the sound of wind behind him, and Changgeng turned around vigilantly. His shoulder was first pressed down by someone — it was Shen Yi, who rushed over in a full suit of black armor.
Shen Yi's body was stained with even more blood, and his Xuan Tie appeared even dimmer.
Ge Pangxiao didn't know the inside story, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets. "Mr Shen?"
Changgeng turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood. "That's the general of the Black Iron Battalion, the man by the side of the Marquis of Stability. Don't call him that."
Ge Pangxiao's tongue was suddenly twisted into a hemp rope, and the thousands of fat on his body stuttered in unison. "Marquis of, of Stability!"
Shen Yi apologetically extended a black iron hand to Ge Pangxiao.
The hand was as big as the youth's head, and it was still stained with blood. Ge Pangxiao instinctively closed his eyes and shrunk his neck, but the iron hand only gently held the back of his head. It was gentler than a feather falling on his head, and it did not break a single strand of his hair.
Shen Yi blocked the two teenagers behind her, stood still, and turned to the man at the end of the path. "I heard that Prince Ge Tu, the 'Head Wolf' of the Sirius Eighteen Tribes, has a great son named …"
The barbarian continued faintly, "Jia Lai, in your Central Plains words, means' Ying Huo '."
"Greetings, Crown Prince Mars." Mr. Shen held the Wind-cutting Blade and slowly raised his iron fist in front of his chest. When in Rome, do as the Romans do.
The barbarian Crown Prince asked, "Ghost Crow, tell me your name."
"I'm just a nobody, not worth mentioning." Shen Yi smiled and asked in his scholarly voice, which sounded very reasonable. "Bei Man's Eighteen Tribes have been serving our country for more than ten years. Over the years, we have been friendly with each other, and we have been doing business with each other. We have always lived in peace. I, Daliang, believe that we have never treated you unfairly. May I ask why you came here uninvited and attacked unarmed people, women, and children?"
Ge Ban Xiao was stunned. Mister Shen was still wearing a ridiculous apron when he woke up early in the morning. He was cursing as he walked around the stove. At this moment, there was a row of barbarians in front of him. He stood alone in his dark armor, giving off the impression that he was unwavering and unwavering.
The barbarian Crown Prince and Shen Yi looked at each other for a moment, then snorted with a fake smile.
Then, he looked at Changgeng again and said in Daliang's official language, "I just heard from my brothers that there are people from the Black Iron Battalion in Dingcheng. I thought they were exaggerating, but it turns out to be true. Then, it seems that … the other rumor is also true? Is the son of the Goddess, who was kidnapped by your Central Plains Emperor, really hiding here? "
Changgeng's heart skipped a beat.
The barbarian Crown Prince looked at Changgeng for a moment, then he seemed to be reluctant to look at him anymore.
The tall barbarian raised his head slightly. The sky was a little cloudy, and the clouds in the sky were like a cover, casting into his abyss-like eyes. He looked at an unknown god in the sky and murmured, "The Goddess of the Sirius Eighteen Tribes is the purest elf on the grassland. Even the heavenly wind has to kiss the hem of her dress. All creatures have to bow their heads when they see her. Where she sings and dances, there will be flocks of cattle and sheep, lush vegetation, and countless flowers that will bloom under the feet of the Immortal Heaven …"
There was a strange rhythm in his voice, as if he was humming a pastoral song from the grassland.
"General," the barbarian Crown Prince said, "You took over our grassland, dug out the heart of the earth, and kidnapped our Goddess. Now, you are asking me why I am here. You are too unreasonable. Your country's sages have been enlightened for thousands of years, but did they teach you how to be a robber? Even if you are from the Black Iron Battalion, you are the only one here. I advise you to step aside and leave that little bastard to me. I will burn him to atone for the sins of the Immortal Heaven and appease the resentment of the defiled Goddess. I really … can't bear to look at his face! "
Ge Pangxiao's mind was in a mess. When he heard this, he finally understood what was going on. He hurriedly asked, "Big Brother, is the little … ahem, he is talking about you?"
Chang Geng was very annoyed and said blankly, "Can you stop talking?"
"Crown Prince, if you say so …" Shen Yi shook his head helplessly and said, "You are really the guilty party complaining about the victim first. Well, it is meaningless for you and me to talk about the cause of the Northern Expedition 14 years ago. If you want to fight, let's fight."
His words were like iron nails landing on the ground. The low walls on both sides of the narrow alley were pushed down by the heavily armored soldiers who were even taller than the top of the walls. Two rows of Bei Man warriors divided into two groups and surrounded Shen Yi and Chang Geng with murderous intent.
Shen Yi took a short sword from his body and handed it to Chang Geng. "Your Highness, be careful."
Mr. Shen spoke politely, but his hands were very vicious. Before he finished his sentence, he had already taken the initiative to attack.
Nearly ten feet of steam spurted out from the back of the black armor. The Cutting Wind Blade in his hand shot out with a screech, like a snow-white whirlwind. The three barbarian warriors closest to him were caught off guard. The golden boxes in their chests were crushed at the same time, and they were immediately locked in place by the heavy armor.
The barbarian Crown Prince shouted and took the lead to rush over, bringing with him a sultry and scorching wind.
Shen Yi did not hesitate to meet him. At the same time, Chong Changgeng and Ge Pangxiao shouted, "Run!"
Although the black armor of the Black Iron Battalion was exquisite, it was too exquisite. It was said that a set of black armor was more than forty pounds lighter than an ordinary heavy armor. Shen Yi was originally like a weak scholar, so he was not as strong as the barbarian Crown Prince. He raised the Cutting Wind Blade with both hands and blocked the barbarian Crown Prince's thunder-like attack. However, his whole body was forced to retreat.
The two heavy armors wrestled with each other. The surrounding low walls, courtyards, stone houses … and even the large trees that were as thick as a person's arms were not spared. Everything fell down with a crash.
The barbarian Crown Prince shouted, "Leave that little bastard here!"
A few heavily armored barbarians responded and moved. The snow-white steam flew in all directions and intercepted the two teenagers who had a total of three legs.
Changgeng held his sword in front of his chest. One of his legs could not withstand the force and could only hang limply to one side. His chest was beating and his heart was about to explode. His face was gloomy and childish. The wolfish nature hidden deep in his blood was forced out when he looked at the barbarian Crown Prince fiercely. Regardless of whether the so-called "Goddess" was his mysterious mother or not, even if she was, what kind of strange thing was it to burn one's son as a sacrifice to one's mother?
Ge Pangxiao wiped his snot and asked foolishly in the midst of the clamor and dust, "Big brother, you are really 'His Highness'. Aren't you rich?"
Changgeng said, "Rich my ass. I mistook you for someone else. You are going to die, why don't you run?"
Ge Pangxiao stuck out his chest and said, "I won't run. I want to follow my big brother … Ah, mother!"
Two barbarians rushed over from the left and right. Ge Pangxiao, who was still talking big just now, was grabbed by one of them and lifted over his head to throw him to his death.
Ge Ban Xiao's eyes were sharp and his hands were fast. Like a dying dog, he flailed his limbs and grabbed onto the branch of the big tree beside him. In the moment of life and death, he erupted with an inhuman strength and hung himself on the tree.
Unfortunately, although he was not a human, his pants were still a piece of ordinary cloth. With a "rip" sound, they were torn off.
No one knew if Ge Ban Xiao was quick-witted or if he was scared out of his wits, but when he saw that Pants was about to die, he took the opportunity to piss on the heavily armored barbarian's face.
However, the barbarian had pushed his mask up and received the attack head-on, not wasting a single bit.
The barbarian was mad with anger. He roared on the spot and swung his iron fist, wanting to kill the little brat. Unexpectedly, he lost control of his feet. It turned out that Changgeng had taken advantage of the time when he was dodging the enemy and took advantage of the barbarian's frozen position. He took aim and stabbed the short sword into the seam of the barbarian's steel leg.
The short sword was worthy of being a product of the Black Iron Battalion. It was extremely sharp and unstoppable. It cut off one side of the steel leg guard. The barbarian lost his balance and knelt down, blocking his companion. Ge Pangxiao jumped onto the treetops like a fat monkey. He nimbly jumped onto the roof and vaulted over the wall. He bravely picked up a brick on the wall and shouted at Changgeng, "Big brother, move!"
White fog spurted out from Chang Geng's feet. Chang Geng didn't have enough time to stand up. So, he was dragged several feet away by the steel legs. Soon after, a large rock fell down and smashed onto the barbarian's helmet. "Bang!" The sound of the impact reverberated in the air for three days.
Ge Pangxiao shouted, "Take off my pants! Bastards! Who asked you to take off my pants!"
Changgeng was covered in dirt and was struggling to stand up with one leg. Suddenly, he felt a tight grip on the back of his neck. A huge iron hand fell from the sky and lifted him up.
Changgeng subconsciously touched the iron wrist lock, but the barbarian did not allow him to use it and slammed him against the wall.
Shen Yi, who was entangled by the barbarian's son, was too far away to help.
At this moment, a sharp neigh of a horse was heard. A gorgeous iron arrow pierced through the air and nailed the barbarian who was holding Changgeng to the short wall through the thick steel plate.
The short wall was unable to bear the weight of the heavy armor and collapsed with a crash. Chang Geng fell into the ruins in a sorry state. He heard the piercing cry of an eagle coming from the sky. He looked up and saw two huge shadows hovering in the sky, looking down at the barbarian prince's eighteen men. They were all within the range of their longbows and iron arrows.
The barbarian's son suddenly raised his head and stared at them, "Black Eagle!"
Not far away, a person replied, "That's right. Long time no see. The Third Division of the Xuan Tie sends greetings to Your Highness."
The voice was so familiar that Changgeng's body trembled. He knelt in the ruins of stone bricks and rubble and looked in disbelief at the person who was wearing light armor and riding a horse.
The person was wearing the lightest armor, which was specially used for riding horses. He weighed no more than thirty pounds and was also called a "light fur coat".
He did not wear a mask, and even his helmet was carelessly held in his hand, revealing a face that had accidentally entered Changgeng's dreamland. The cinnabar mole at the corner of his eye was burning red.
Ge Pangxiao squatted on the wall and swayed. He almost fell down. He pinched his thigh and said, "Mother … aren't you my Uncle Shi Liu?"
"Yes, nephew," "Shen Shiliu" did not care and rode forward, as if the enemy's formation was not in his eyes. He arrogantly pulled out a wind blade from his waist and pushed the barbarian's body away. He turned around and laughed at Ge Pangxiao who was on the wall, "Little bastard, you should find a leaf to cover your face."
Ge Pangxiao shyly covered his face with his hands.
Chang Geng stared fixedly at him, forgetting where he was for a moment.
"Shen Shiliu" met his gaze and dismounted from his horse. He bent down slightly and extended his hand to Changgeng, "Your servant Gu Yun is late to rescue Your Majesty."
Roll One Northern Wild Geese Do Not Return
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