“Hu, Hu…”

A Niu gasped desperately.

The wet air in the morning sucked into his small chest like a knife.

The thousand-layer cloth shoes that my mother had put in hand had been worn out long ago. He didn't dare to bow his head, for fear of seeing the blood marks he stepped on.

He is very hungry.

From yesterday to now, he only ate a small piece of raw horse meat. He was a passing military officer of Zhenbei Army. He was so pitiful to him when he saw him.

As soon as he got the raw horse meat, he couldn't wait to stuff it into his stomach. It didn't taste good at all. It was very fishy and had a rust. He was disgusting and wanted to vomit last night.

But he didn't dare to vomit, for fear of spitting out the piece of horse meat, so he could only hold it back.

If my mother was still there, how great it would be. She would definitely be able to use that small piece of raw horse meat to make a large pot of broth beautifully, which is both delicious and full.

But my mother is gone.

He was too hungry and couldn't wait to find the uncles and aunts who were traveling with him.

He is very tired.

His confused mind could not remember it carefully. The last time he slept well was the day.

The day before yesterday?

No, my mother died that night.

The day before yesterday?

No, my brother got lost that night.

The day before yesterday?

It's not right. My father just broke one of his arms by the Beiman bastard the night before yesterday, and he was shortly after.

Those short-lived Northern Barbarians refused to let them have a good sleep even if they lived or died.

During the day, they are like hanging boots, following them from afar. As long as they stand at a high point, they can see the black-painted northern barbarian bastards. As long as they go a little slower, those bastards will pounce on them.

Bite them hard.

As soon as it got dark, the Northern Barbarians were like being grafted by dogs. "Ula Ula" rushed up to kill them.

Every night, there are many people missing along the way...

So he dared not sleep.

He was afraid that he would not get up again if he fell asleep.

He is the only one left in his family. He has to survive no matter what...

He gritted his teeth and said to himself over and over again.

But he still felt that his head was getting more and more painful, and his eyes were getting darker...

He couldn't help but fall.

Suddenly, a big hand grabbed him.

"Little brother, hold on, Taibai Mansion is coming soon!"

A Niu turned his head in a dizzy head and saw a big brother of fifteen or sixteen years old, grabbing his arms and running forward.

Suddenly, his heart felt like a burst of strength was emerging out of thin air, and he tried his best to move his short legs and continued to run forward.

The fighting sounds behind have not stopped...

...

"The Hissing..."

The Qingsongma, who was surrounded by heavy siege, was nervous and reminded his master that it was almost enough, and there were so many enemies around him.

Zhang Chu had no time to pay attention to it.

He pressed a Northern Barbarian war horse with one hand, lying on the horse's neck with his head, swallowing the warm horse blood in big mouthfuls.

The Northern Barbarians surrounded him and they could not see a red armored soldier in the Northern Army.

But no one dared to rush forward so many Northern Barbarians.

Of course, those who were brave enough to rush up were all cut by him with an axe.

But the real reason was that these Northern Barbarians were frightened by his current bloodthirsty appearance.

Zhang Chu is really not very human like this now, but he is very close to the kind of thing that makes a living by sucking blood in various ghost stories.

Zhang Chu didn't think that his human beings were not like humans, and ghosts were not like ghosts...

Horse blood is not good to drink.

But compared with human blood, horse blood is completely within his acceptance range.

Just think it's blood-eating...

The struggle of the Northern Barbarian war horses is getting smaller and smaller.

The familiar hot current wrapped around Zhang Chu, and most of the blood he had just consumed quickly returned to full!

Zhang Chu gently slapped the horse under him on the chest, and secretly spitted it, and it twisted the horse's heart into a ball of meat paste, giving it a pleasure, which was also considered to be thankful for its help.

He stood up, surrounded by the stack of fierce Northern Barbarians, leisurely stretched his waist, and exhaled a mouthful of rust-smelling exhaust gas.

"Oh, ah..."

Some of the Northern Barbarians were frightened by his movements and screamed in horror. The Northern Barbarians surrounding him immediately took a step back.

Zhang Chu turned over with a expressionless face, and was about to find a direction at will and rush for a while, suddenly he heard a thunderous shout: "A certain Ji Ba, a Northern Barbarian, who dares to fight!"

He frowned, turned his horse's head, and rode his horse to the direction where Ji Ba shouted.

"Ji Ba hold on, Zhang Chu is here!"

The Xuanhua Axe flew up and down with a shrill sound of air. He rode the Northern Barbarians and his horse into a pile of mud. The Northern Barbarians' army was forced to be killed by him alone.

A bloody road.

Zhang Chu, once said by Liu Wu, was inexplicably shocked by the fact that a seventh-grade master could come and go among the troops, and a single person could massacre thousands of troops.

In a blink of an eye, he was even better than the seventh-grade master as Liu Wu said!

After slashing hundreds of Northern Barbarian Cavalry in a row, Zhang Chu finally crashed into a battle group.

Ji Ba, who had lost his war horses and even had his pheasant crown on his head, had his head radiated with golden armor and blood. He waved Fang Tian's painting halberd like a mad tiger among the chaos.

His halberd technique is very open and close, fierce and fierce, all of which are the techniques of using power to defeat people and force to defeat people on the battlefield. One person and one halberd are like an evil dragon, crushing countless Northern Barbarian weapons into pieces.

Zhang Chuzong stepped forward and shouted, "Get on the horse!"

Hearing Zhang Chu's shouting, Ji Ba woke up like a dream and quickly jumped onto the green horse.

Zhang Chu turned his horse's head and the two worked together to fight towards the Zhenbei Army's main formation.

“Woo…”

The desolate and distant horn sounded again, and the Northern Barbarians, which had already attacked the shaky north army of Zhenbei Army, retreated again.

Zhang Chu sat on the war horse and looked around in a daze.

The rising sun is like the setting sun.

The battlefield is red, but not much warm sunshine is shining.

There are flags everywhere.

There are no owner-owned war horses everywhere.

There are high mountains of corpses everywhere.

Crows of crows were hovering in the sky, screaming strangely.

Waiting for another feast...

"Hahaha."

Ji Ba was not as sentimental as Zhang Chu. He patted Zhang Chu on the shoulder heavily and laughed heartily, "Old Zhang, we are alive again... Our old Ji, I owe you a life!"

Zhang Chu had no time to pay attention to him. He faced the rising sun in the east and shouted hysterically: "Blood Tiger Camp, gather!"

The men who were struck by iron, leaning on long red swords and bloody spears, supported each other and stood in a row before him, trying to stand up to his chest, accepting Zhang Chu's gaze swept across him.

Zhang Chu is proud of them.

They are also proud of having a general like Zhang Chu.

Zhang Chu's eyes passed through their faces one by one.

He stayed for a long time with every face.

It's like I want to engrave these faces deeply into my heart.

One hundred and eighteen.
To be continued...