Jun Jiuling

As night falls, the winter land is chilly.

A fire broke out in a ruined village, mixed with strange laughter.

The light of the fire illuminated a dozen cavalrymen walking through it, setting fire to the houses they saw along the way.

The village was obviously deserted, or had run away or died, but even though it was an empty village, they would burn everything they could.

Set up a tent outside the village, and the village that is burning with fireworks in the night seems to be their bonfire.

The armor was undone, and the women who were carrying the burdens on the horses were torn off. The meat was set on the fire and the women let out screams.

The two people, one old and one young, lying in the ravine next to the burning house looked confused and desperate.

All the people in the village died except for those who escaped. They hid in the cellar and were covered by the dead bodies of their family members before they escaped. They only encountered this scene when they crawled out of the cellar.

This is the Kaide mansion, this is not the situation of the Jin people, a dozen or so of them are so rampant.

Rampant until midnight, more than a dozen people dared to camp at a place some distance from Kaidefu City.

Looking at the burning village and hearing the screams of the women over there, the old man burst into tears and tightly covered the mouth of the child in his arms, lest he make a sound.

What about Zhou Bing?

What about Zhou Bing who came to rescue?

Suddenly stretched out a hand behind him.

Appearing silently in this dark night like a ghost, the old man lost his voice in fright, and that hand had already pressed his mouth.

The sound was completely blocked.

"Don't be afraid, woodcutter."

A muffled voice followed.

What kind of firewood? The old man's mind was blank, and he saw that the man was already lying beside him. Through the light of the fire, he could see that this was a young man with a dusty face and a pair of eyes that were as bright as stars.

Holding a crossbow in one hand, he aimed at the golden army in the open space while speaking.

What does he want to do?

As soon as the old man's thoughts flashed, he heard a buzzing sound, and a heavy arrow left the string. Accompanied by the sound, he saw a golden soldier who was hugging a woman doing evil, screaming, and the man threw himself forward and lay down on the ground, twitching twice. not moving.

The originally laughing camp suddenly became chaotic, a dozen gold soldiers jumped up and grabbed the weapons around them, screaming and looking around.

The old man trembled.

So bold, so bold.

This sneak attack can only kill one person, and then these wolf-like golden soldiers will be alarmed.

The old man looked at the young man beside him, he could come and go freely, and he could escape immediately if he was attacked, but he and his grandson couldn't run away.

If you can't run, you can't run, at least seeing a golden soldier killed with your own eyes is enough comfort.

It is useless for him to be old, unable to kill the enemy, and useless to be alive, but this young man must be alive, able to kill the enemy and take revenge.

"Hurry up, I'll lure them away..." the old man moaned.

The young man didn't know whether he understood or not, so he let go of his hand, but instead of turning around and running away like the old man thought, he jumped towards the group of golden soldiers.

He is crazy!

The old man couldn't even cry out, and hugged the grandson in his arms tightly, feeling sad and crying for fear.

This young man's family was probably ruined, and he fought desperately for revenge, and he didn't want to live anymore.

The young man had already collided with the Jin Bing who spotted him head-on.

Under the light of the surrounding fire, the crossbow in his hand has been replaced by a broadsword.

The young man moved extremely fast, and when he rushed in front of those golden soldiers, the long-handled knife in one of the golden soldiers' hands had not yet been swung.

With a muffled pop, the knife in the young man's hand had pierced his heart, the golden soldier roared, and the man was thrown aside and fell on another golden soldier.

Both screamed and fell.

The young man didn't chase after him and made up a knife, he had already turned around, the knife in his hand still had the blood of the golden soldier just now, and he accurately cut the neck of the golden soldier who was raised from behind to reveal the ferociousness.

The golden soldier spun and fell backwards before he made a sound.

With one blink of an eye and one movement, the two gold soldiers were killed in one go, and the old man who quickly hid aside barely saw them clearly.

What a young man!

The old man's scalp was numb and he was almost suffocated.

Such a powerful young man, don't die.

But is it possible?

There are twelve golden soldiers, but he has only one.

Following his thoughts, the young man was already entangled with the rest of the golden soldiers.

The golden soldiers were also red-eyed, yelling and cursing in nonsense.

The flames danced and the night was dim. The old man only felt his ears buzzing and his eyes dazzled. He only saw the golden soldiers fall one after another.

Slashing the head, stabbing the chest, cutting the throat, one person kills with one knife, the knife does not fail, one person equals ten people.

The old man was dumbfounded, and so were the women who were looted nearby, and finally even the surviving Jin soldiers were dumbfounded.

Fear appeared on the faces of the two golden soldiers who had always been arrogant and fierce.

This fear caused one of them to stagger, and the knife in the young man's hand slashed his shoulder obliquely, almost slicing his heart.

Compared with the other people who died instantly with a fatal blow, the scream of Jin Soldier was louder and lasted longer.

He rolled on the ground, his screams were deafening, and also shattered the mind of the last golden soldier.

"Sneak attack." He shouted a sentence in Chinese with a strange accent, turned around and ran towards the horse.

But it was still a step too late. As soon as he turned around, the knife in the young man's hand flew over and pierced into the back of his heart. With a scream, he fell to the ground and convulsed.

The young man then stepped forward, stepped on the golden soldier's back, and pulled out the knife abruptly, blood spraying all over his body immediately.

"It's so fresh. If you don't sneak attack, I'll tell you guys to play tricks first." He said with a snort.

The fire in the village was still crackling, and occasionally there was the sound of beam walls collapsing, but everything else was calm.

The calm was short-lived, and after a while the women who survived were weeping.

"Benefactor, benefactor." They cried and kowtowed to the young man.

The old man who was hiding aside also staggered over with the child in his arms.

But the young man seemed to have no time to pay attention to them. He just rummaged through the dead Jin Bing and cursed as he couldn't find anything satisfactory.

"It's really poor."

The old man approaching with the child heard him say this.

Are you poor? What is he looking for? Looking for gold and silver jewelry?

Does Killing Gold Bing still need to care about this?

"Benefactor." The old man said in a trembling voice, knelt down and kowtowed while hugging his grandson.

The young man got up and walked away.

"You guys go away," he said, "I don't have the time or the means to escort you to a safe place."

Without waiting for the old man and the women to say anything, the person has already rushed into the night, and disappeared in the blink of an eye just like when he came.

If it weren't for the golden soldier lying on the ground, everyone would suspect that this was a dream.

"Who is he?" a woman asked crying.

Call it officers and soldiers, but I have never seen an officer and soldier who acts alone and dares to fight twelve people alone.

If the officers and soldiers are so powerful, why did their Kaide Mansion fall into this situation today.

The old man was vaguely thinking about the words that the young man whispered in his ear when he first appeared.

"He said he was a woodcutter," he murmured.

The woodcutters in this country can be so good.

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Thanks to Sangu Sanming, 11 pages of well-known rewards and Choi.

Monday may not be pleasant, but go for it, go for it!