Long Ge Zhenhuang pulled out his knife and slowly moved the horse. The thousand people followed him silently.

When the young man wants to keep up with him, Longge really looks back: “Can you take my daughter to Donglu? Let her live for me. Tell her that her father loves her very much. Unfortunately, she used to always It’s stupid to say no.”

The young man was silent for a long time and nodded.

Long Ge Zhenhuang smiled and said: “I always wanted to ask, what is your name?”

“Xie Gui.”

“I am very glad to meet you, Xie Gui. Heavenly Drive… Right? The warrior of the day.”

Longe Zhenhuang lifted a heavy sword and then slammed forward. The sharp weapon that screamed in the heart screamed in the night wind. The screams rose to the sky, and the old man and the teenagers held up their rifles and followed the master to the vast battlefield.

This is the last time Xiegui saw Long Ge Zhenhuang, and the Lion King left him with a back in the night. For the first time, he saw Long Ge’s true roar, like a real lion, and never looked back. At the end of the world, there was a faint smoke rolling up, and the Tiger Leopard ride finally came.

The entire camp was burning, reflecting the red night sky.

Qingyang Nine Wang Lubao Hidden Erlu, strategizing, gazing at the head with the fire, playing with his last look, how many years of war career, the first time I saw people dead when they were so quiet, his last moment The expression is condensed there, and for a long time, I feel a vague sorrow.

A tiger leopard rides the centurion to the vermilion scorpion, and the nine king puts his head in the scorpion: “This is the head of the lion, to be brought to the majesty, and be careful not to lose it.”

He turned to the aristocratic warrior who was standing next to him: “Bimogan, haven’t you found your brother?”

The eldest son of Lu’s Pasul’s family in Qingyang’s house shook his head. “The tiger and leopard ride straight into the camp. Without people, everyone was washed away and no Azul was found. Don’t…”

The Nine Kings were silent for a while and sipped at the centurion: “God down and search for every tent. Even if it is a corpse, find out the world from the inside!”

The ears are crying and hoofing. The shadows are flashing in the fire. The black horses and black horses are galloping between the tents. They throw the torches at the empty tents, and the whole camp is turned into a raging fire. The road is far away, these tents can not be brought back to the North Capital as a trophy, it will be burned on the spot, the true face has become history.

The nine kings looked at the moon hanging in the zenith and took a deep breath.

A tiger leopard rides a woman’s hair out of a burning tent, her legs dragged to the ground, struggling desperately. Still a young woman, no leather boots, the legs under the skirt are white and delicate, and they are all bloodshot in the ground. Perhaps she struggled too much, the tiger leopard rider fell off the knife, squatting down the head, the scarlet blood splattered on the ground, and the tiger leopard rider carried the head. The woman’s hand hidden in her arms fell softly and held a sharp knife.

The nine kings thought for a moment: “Tell me the order! The man grows over the whip, the woman wants to stay half, the old does not stay.”

The centurion is on the horse back: “Yes!”

“Tucheng Ling? Uncle… This is 70,000 people…” Bimogan stretched out to stop the hand in the air.

Nine Kings pressed his arm: “Don’t think of the enemy first. Don’t think about the number of people killed by the tiger and the leopard. The soldiers are going to fight with us. They want the treasures to be cattle and sheep. If you win, let them be happy, and do whatever they want to do.”

“But the Tucheng Order…”

“Be more than Momo, don’t be soft. People who do big things must have the determination to do big things. These people are no longer useful to us. Don’t be blinded by blood, see the future. Extinguish the real part, you I still don’t know what kind of big thing we have done.” The nine kings twitched their noses, like smelling the scent of wine. “The smell in this wind is reminiscent of the age of the shovel king Mercedes-Benz on this grassland. The new glory of the barbarian is about to begin.”

Bimo dried up, the wind has only a strong burning smell and bloody smell.

history

The beginning of the dynasty in history is a sad age.

The heroes have not yet been born in the cradle of steel, and the world is struggling in turmoil and war.

Under the control of the seven major tribes of the Barbarian, the North Luzhou Prefecture, the Qingyang Department of the seven lords, is the grassland in the name of the Northern Ludu. The vast Donglu belongs to the ancient noble dynasty, and the sixteen vassal states guard the sacred capital of the emperor in the shape of iron buckets.

However, the age of peace has passed. Neither the great emperor of Donglu nor the Maharaja of Hokuriku can afford to maintain a huge country. The king has been swaying, and the ambitions of the people are competing to enter the battlefield and seize their place in the chaos.

In the second year of the Emperor of the Sui Dynasty, the son of the Qingyang Department, Lu Guichen Azul, was sent to the Ministry of Reality to recuperate on the warm and humid grasslands of the South.

Three years later, the Ministry of Reality took the flag to withdraw from the Kulig meeting of the grassland council held by the Qingyang Department and began the war of rebellion against the Maharaja. Then the rolling iron flow came from the north, and the tiger and leopard of Qingyang rode blood to wash the grasslands of the south.

In the early spring of April, the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty, the army of Qingyang Nine Kings, Lubao and Erlu broke through the last camp of the Ministry of Reality. The Lord of the Facial Department – “Lion King” Longge Zhenhuang Buruha, in the chaos I cut my head. The true face was destroyed, and the weakest of the seven grasslands disappeared forever. The owner of Qingyang, the Lus Pasul family, once again defended the Majesty’s dignity with blood.

In the same month, in the East China Central, the red tide-like cavalry entered the gates of the Tianchao City of the Sui Dynasty. The lions in the East China Sea, from the “Nan Man” who left the country, won the innocent horse riding and went straight to the Taiqing Palace. For the first time in seven hundred years, the emperor succumbed to the sword and became the shackle of the courtiers.

The old times were destroyed and destroyed, and the new era was built on the blood of the soldiers and the tears of women and children.

Forty-five years later, the official history of Daxie, “Hanhe Hanshu” turned back to describe this troubled world:

“In the beginning, the emperor was lost, and the situation changed.

Strong and powerful, and swearing, and smashing the sword, vying for the world, the old and the weak want to steal and end up in chaos, bloody wilderness, and bones.

At that time, the heavens and the earth are melting furnaces, everything is a charcoal, blood and tears are fried in it.

Therefore, the hero has a song of sorrow, and then revitalizes the mighty, sweeping the storm, setting up the north and south, and grasping the handle of the world. ”