The next day it was dawn.

Xiao Jintian led Xiao Taiping and stood at the door, looking at the concubines with curiosity.

He didn't understand why the aunts' eyes were red, as if they had cried.

Didn't I eat Dandan and be beaten by my dad?

The adults in the room are now in no mood to pay attention to the two little ones with questions.

Zhiqiu, Xia Tao and Li Youniang, three women with red eyes but who were forced to hold back their tears, were working together to put on armor for Zhang Chu.

The armor is heavy.

The fish scales carefully beaten with hundreds of smelted iron, and the black fish scale armor were threaded into pieces with iron locks twisted from iron wire.

The meteorite iron outside the sky is made into a heart-protecting mirror, which is as thick as a book. Even a famous sword cannot be stabbed through!

The two shoulder blades were also made of excellent smelting iron to create a roaring tiger head.

Even the seemingly ordinary black satin boots were sewn with iron pieces in the middle...

This set of armor was created by Zhang Chu and Wang Zhenyi after they returned from fighting against each other.

It consumes 700 kilograms of iron, and 120 kilograms of armor.

When the armor was completed, Zhang Chu had tried that with this armor, it could withstand the remaining strength of fighting with the fourth-grade Qihai and defend against strong bows and arrows below five stones.

Even though he is called a magic weapon, he can't even be called a magic weapon.

But for Zhang Chu, it is already useful.

He is a warrior.

Not the messenger of the divine weapon.

Martial arts are his foundation.

Armor is just the icing on the cake.

The armor is finished.

Zhiqiu put on a stool and tied a bright red cloak for Zhang Chu with his own hands.

Zhang Chu looked up at her.

Looking at her red eyes.

Looking at the corner of her lip that was biting.

He smiled, reached out and gently wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and said warmly: "Look at home and wait for me to pass through triumph!"

After saying that, he gently hugged Xia Tao and Li Youniang beside him.

Let go.

Step out.

He considered himself not a hero.

He is willing to indulge in this gentle country.

A small building listens to the wind and rain, and looks at the roads in the world indifferently.

But now...is not the time yet!

He walked out of the main hall.

Following his footsteps.

One by one, a group of soldiers with neatly armored soldiers gathered from all directions.

Da Liu, wearing a black tiger armor, stepped forward quickly, held the purple dragon sword in both hands and raised it over the top, bent down in front of Zhang Chu.

Zhang Chu picked up the purple dragon sword, his eyes flashed over the soldiers standing in front of the armored soldiers, and the same armored and handsome Hongyun, whispered: "Stay behind and watch the house for me!"

Hongyun trembled for a moment, bowed and said, "Here."

Zhang Chu nodded and strode out of the door.

Outside the gate.

Hundreds of black-armored knights, holding horses, have been waiting for a long time.

The fat and strong green horse with a complete set of saddles and horses stood outside the gate.

It has been idle for a long time and can only ride a little mare to relieve boredom. At this moment, I saw Zhang Chu from afar, and was excited and neighed. The eighth-grade black armored guard who was holding it was pulled by it.

He was able to keep his body away from the ground with his feet.

It is a war horse!

Not a stallion...

Well, although the days are surrounded by a little mare are also beautiful.

But it still longs for the battlefield!

Desire for the sound of golden spear.

Zhang Chu stepped forward, took the reins, patted Qingsong's horse's twisted neck, and cursed with a smile: "Stinky guy, have you had enough rest? Next, there will be a fierce battle..."

Qing Congma lowered his head intimately and licked his cheek, as if saying: Boss, don’t worry, with me here, the world can go!

Zhang Chu patted its big face, turned his head and shouted: "Get on the horse!"

Hundreds of black-armored knights were neatly mounted, and their movements were neatly arranged, as if they had practiced thousands of times!

The group slowly walked towards the closing door.

After Zhang Chu left.

A group of women and children appeared outside the Zhang Mansion and watched his back.

...

The group went to the outsiders.

The brothers of the Red Flower Tribe, who were neatly armed, gathered behind Zhang Chu from all directions.

The streets were filled with Taipingguan people coming to see them off.

Some came to see Zhang Chu off.

Some come to see their children off.

No shouting.

They stood on both sides of the street and quietly watched their soldiers.

Of course they knew where Zhang Chu and the others were going.

Of course they also know that many people may not be able to come back after this trip...

But there was no crying sound.

Because they are all remnants of the war.

They knew that when the Northern Barbarians came, someone had to rush up, block them, and kill them.

Other children can go.

Of course, my own son can go there too.

They just have a child who is born too early, late, or have a wrong gender.

Otherwise, they will go too!

An old man with white hair and skinny hair walked to the middle of the street with a crutch and stopped Zhang Chu, panting and asked desperately: "Gangmaster, when will he return home?"

Zhang Chu looked at him.

Looking at his body that was exhausted.

Looking at his rock-solid eyes.

Home.

Home...

Zhang Chu is not guilty.

He is not the King of Zhenbei.

He just regrets.

He, a parent, failed to protect their home.

"You always hold on!"

Zhang Chukeng said strongly: "Wait for me to come back, I will pick you up home!"

"I'm holding on!"

The old man said, a few words, but his chest was undulating violently, as if it was burning the remaining vitality: "If I can't go back, you will bring my grandson back, his father, in Jintian Mansion.
To be continued...