The young man and the murderer's eyes met. The young wolf's claws and teeth were not sharpened yet, but his fierceness seemed to be innate.
This might be a kind of innate temperament. When people were trapped in a fatal situation, there were two kinds of people who would fight back. One kind of people had to do it after careful consideration, either out of morality, duty, integrity, or after weighing the pros and cons. It was not that he did not know fear, but his conscience or reason could overcome this fear. This was true courage.
There was also another kind of people who did not think of anything. Everything was done out of instinct. They were instinctively angry and full of fighting spirit. Even if they vaguely knew that their resistance would lead to a more terrible result, they could not restrain their desire to bite off a piece of meat from the enemy.
At this moment, Changgeng was undoubtedly the latter. Perhaps the word "terrible" was enough to anger him.
Thinking back to those years, not only did Xiu Niang have a struggle in her heart, but Changgeng was also the same. In the end, Xiu Niang did not kill him, probably because he had half of her sister's blood in him. In the end, Changgeng did not kill her, probably because she raised him during the long period of torture.
The scar-faced barbarian seemed to be hurt by his gaze. He angrily raised his big fist high, intending to smash Changgeng's head on the ground.
At this moment, a roar suddenly came from outside the door. A barbarian guarding the door flew out and crashed into half of the room.
The dark embroidery room suddenly brightened up, and strong sunlight poured in. Changgeng squinted his eyes. He did not see the cold light, but heard the scream first.
The scar-faced barbarian's iron arm that was choking Changgeng was mercilessly cut off along with the arm inside. Changgeng lost his footing and involuntarily leaned to one side. The next moment, he was gently picked up by another heavy iron arm.
There were always a few disassembled steel armors in Mr. Shen's yard. However, heavy armors were expensive, so they were usually not maintained by the long-armed armors. Not even by Xu Baihu's connections.
There was only one time when a set of heavy armor was completely blown out and ready to be disposed of at Jiangjun Slope. Mr. Shen relied on his familiarity with the armor and asked for it in private. When he returned home, he excitedly dismantled the broken armor that had been passed down for generations and told Chang Geng about it inside and out.
Changgeng still remembered him saying that when a person put on heavy armor, it was as if he had the strength of ten thousand catties. It was easy enough to crush a few warhorses and topple a few walls. Even a child could do it if he or she was just a beginner.
However, the most difficult part was not being able to lift the cauldron.
The strongest steel-armored warriors were those who wore heavy armor but could still thread the thinnest thread through the nose of an embroidery needle.
The man's armor was different from that of the barbarian warriors. It looked thinner and smaller. The surface of the armor did not have a layer of bright silver light. It looked dark and inconspicuous. He patted Changgeng's back gently and put the boy on the shoulder of the heavy armor. He whispered, "Don't be afraid."
The voice came from behind the iron mask. It was a little distorted. Changgeng turned his head sharply and stared thoughtfully at the iron mask that was tightly covered.
At this moment, the barbarians at the door finally reacted. They rushed in like a swarm of bees. With the scar-faced man as the center, they spread out in a circle and surrounded the man in black armor and Changgeng.
The man in black armor used one hand to protect Changgeng, who was on his shoulder, and the other hand held a smooth "long rod". Thin steam came out from the end of the ordinary-looking iron rod.
Just now, he suddenly chopped off the scar-faced man's arm so fast that Changgeng did not see it clearly. Could it be that his weapon was this broken iron rod?
The scar-faced man was covered in cold sweat and his face was pale. He took two steps back and said in a low voice, "Black Armor, Cutting Wind Blade … You are one of those Ghost Crows."
Changgeng did not react at first. After a moment, his spine suddenly stiffened. Ghost Crows!
Yes, 14 years ago, during the northern expedition, the Black Iron Battalion drove straight into the Bei Man prairie like a black whirlwind. The barbarians feared and hated them, so they called them "Ghost Crows".
The man in black armor did not pay attention to it. He just ordered Changgeng, "Hold on tight."
The scar-faced man shouted, and the four well-trained barbarian warriors followed him and charged forward. With four swords and spears on their bodies, a deep purple light flashed under the black-armored man's feet, and he nimbly slipped through the gaps between the swords and sabers. With a leap, he landed on the dilapidated roof of the Xu Family's residence. As soon as his feet touched the ground, his left shoulder, which was carrying Chang Geng, almost didn't move, but the right side of his body spun out at a dazzling speed. The "iron rod" in his hand instantly became a shadow.
Changgeng tried hard to open his eyes. He saw that the end of the "rod" in the man in black armor's hand was like an illusion of a blade. It chopped down like a whirlwind. The barbarian who had caught up with him could not dodge in time and was hit squarely in the chest. The golden box in his chest burst open instantly. The purple gold inside burst into a terrible fire and blew the head off the giant.
The hot blood splashed on Changgeng's face. He tried his best to control himself and barely maintained a calm expression. His hand tightly grasped the shoulder of the man in black armor.
This was … the legendary invincible Black Iron Camp that was said to be able to take on a hundred men by themselves.
The barbarians saw the disparity in strength between the two sides and did not dare to fight alone. They exchanged glances with each other and ran out of Xiu Niang's house at the same time. They jumped onto the roof from different directions. One pounced at the feet of the man in black armor, aiming for the joints of his legs. Another brandished his sword and smashed the top of his head, blocking his escape route. Another barbarian blocked his back, aiming for the golden box in black armor.
The scar-faced man with a broken arm retreated ten steps away. He raised his iron arm and opened it. A sinister arrow tip was ready to move. It was aimed at Changgeng, who was on the shoulder of the man in black armor.
These barbarians had hunted together since they were young. They surrounded and killed together. Their teamwork was almost flawless.
The air was filled with murderous intent, rising in the white steam. It made everyone's hair stand on end.
Changgeng finally understood the "staff" in the man in black armor's hand. When it was driven at high speed, three to four foot-long Xuan Tie blades would shoot out from the end of the staff along with thin steam. When the force was withdrawn, the sharp blades would quickly hide in the other side. With each movement and withdrawal, the blades would turn in a circle, like a terrifying meat grinder.
At this time, Changgeng suddenly lost his footing. He was pushed from the shoulder to the crook of the man in black armor. His whole body was pressed against the chest of the heavy armor and suddenly bent backwards.
Changgeng was horrified. Putting aside his weight, just the heavy armor alone was definitely several hundred pounds. After bending and bending, the entire weight would be pressed against the waist of the man in black armor. Wouldn't his waist be crushed by the steel armor?
The man in black armor bent his waist and did a back flip. He did a clean spin in the air and jumped down from the roof with Changgeng in his arms. He just happened to brush past the arrow that the scar-faced man had shot at him.
The light on the Cutting Wind Blade condensed into a line. In a flash, he killed another barbarian and cut off his legs. Then, steam burst out from the leg guards of the man in black armor, pushing the heavy armor forward. In the blink of an eye, he was already more than ten feet away.
It seemed that it was easy for him to deal with a few barbarian armored soldiers. It was only because of Changgeng that he didn't want to get entangled with them.
"I'll send you out of the city first." The man in black armor still said unhurriedly, "It's too chaotic here. Your mother's matter … Sigh, my condolences."
Changgeng leaned on him. After a moment of silence, he said, "My mother committed suicide by taking poison. She had always been in contact with the barbarians outside the Great Wall. Maybe she was a barbarian spy."
The man in black armor didn't say anything. He didn't seem to be surprised.
"You saved the son of a barbarian spy. What a loss." Changgeng paused and then revealed the man's identity. "Mr. Shen."
A wisp of white steam came out of the man in black armor's ears. The Xuan Tie mask was pushed up, revealing Shen Yi's weak, scholarly face.
"Someone on the Northern Patrol Giant Kite betrayed us," Shen Yi said. "I originally thought that the traitor was Brother Xu. But now it seems that Xiu Niang committed suicide because she felt sorry for her husband. I think Brother Xu might have died for the country and didn't know about this until he died. You … my condolences. "
"It seems that you already knew …" Changgeng whispered, "Who are you?"
Shen Yi said, "I'm a subordinate of the Black Iron Battalion. I'm a direct subordinate of Marshal Gu."
A subordinate of the Black Iron Battalion. He was a direct subordinate of the Marquis of Stability, Gu Yun.
Changgeng mulled over this sentence several times in his heart. He felt very strange. He had just learned that he wasn't his mother's biological son. His mother, who never left the house, was a barbarian spy. Now he heard that the poor scholar next door, who never washed his hands clean, was a general of the Black Iron Battalion.
Then what about Shi Liu?
Changgeng thought with a bitter smile. Even if someone told him that his adoptive father was Marshal Gu or even the Emperor himself, he wouldn't have the energy to be surprised.
"Why would a general under Marshal Gu live in seclusion in a remote place like ours? Why would he save the son of a barbarian woman? " After asking these two questions, Changgeng realized that he might lose control. He immediately wanted to shut his mouth tightly. Unfortunately, he couldn't stop the last superfluous sentence from being squeezed out from between his teeth. "What about Shen Shiliu?"
After Changgeng finished asking, he felt an indescribable sadness in his heart. At this point, he was still thinking about Shen Shiliu. He knew that he was an important person who came out to patrol, but he was still worried about his poor eyesight and bad hearing. Would he be accidentally hurt by the swords outside? Would he not be able to find a place to hide …
He couldn't help but think, "Why is Mr. Shen the one who came to find me? Why didn't Shi Liu come? "
The sound of fighting shook the sky. The figure of a giant kite shrouded the entire Yanhui Town. White arrows appeared from time to time like ghosts. In the distance, someone's house was on fire, and the fire quickly spread. Shen Yi looked indifferent. He turned a blind eye to everything. He dodged the arrows in the chaos like a bird swimming in a fish. "Your Highness, please sit tight."
Changgeng said blankly, "What did you call me?"
Shen Yi said unhurriedly, "Fourteen years ago, His Majesty was touring the South. The Imperial Noble Consort was pregnant and guarded the Summer Palace alone. She was harmed by a scoundrel. Fortunately, her loyal servants and sisters rescued her and she escaped. Unexpectedly, on the way to the South, she encountered a mob rebellion. The Imperial Noble Consort was weak. In the chaos, she gave birth to His Highness.
She never saw you again. "" The Imperial Noble Consort's sister fled with Your Highness. Since then, there has been no news of you. Over the years, His Majesty sent countless people to secretly search for you. He always thought that Your Highness had died. It was not until three years ago that he found some clues and sent us to pick you up. "Shen Yi briefly explained," We haven't been able to reveal our identities. Please forgive us, Your Highness … "
Changgeng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He felt that Mr. Shen's brain might be filled with engine oil. He couldn't even make up a story. According to what he said, Xiu Niang was the Imperial Noble Consort's sister? Was the Imperial Noble Consort also a barbarian?
Besides, why did His Majesty only send two people to look for his son? Even if His Majesty was so poor that he could only send two people to look for him, why didn't these two people reveal their identities?
The mysterious General of the Black Iron Battalion lived next door. Didn't he know that Xiu Niang had been secretly communicating with the barbarians? Why didn't he stop them?
Changgeng interrupted him, "You've got the wrong person."
Shen Yi, "Your Highness …"
"You've got the wrong person!" Changgeng was so tired that he suddenly didn't want to be entangled with these liars anymore. "Let me down. I'm a little bastard that the barbarian woman gave birth to with some mountain bandit. How could I deserve the General of the Black Iron Battalion to risk his life to save me? How could I deserve to recognize you as my godfather? "
When Shen Yi heard the last sentence, he couldn't help but sigh. He felt that Changgeng's anger was mostly directed at Shen Shiliu. It seemed that he was implicated and was the target of Shen Shiliu's anger.
He gently held Changgeng's kicking foot and said, "I'm sorry for my rudeness. Your Highness's right little toe is slightly bent compared to others. It's exactly the same as His Majesty's. You're the son of a dragon. There's no mistake."
Changgeng suddenly retracted his foot. His heart became colder and colder.
He clearly remembered that his foot wasn't born with it. It was personally smashed by Xiu Niang when he was young. She didn't care about his cries and screams, and smashed off one of his toes while he was still alive. Then, she used the method of binding a woman's feet to make his toe deformed.
What bullsh * t descendant of a phoenix? How could this be fabricated?
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