The cold wind in winter is like a knife, and the world is as dark as ink. There are no advertisements on mobile phones. It saves the most traffic.

It was afternoon, and various shouts were heard in every corner of the street.

No matter how difficult the times are, life still has to go on.

When the barbarian soldiers who were escorting the clinic were waiting, the noise suddenly calmed down.

As if people had practiced countless times, they quickly retreated to both sides of the street and stood with fear in their eyes, carefully looking at the old and young people tied up and held in the middle.

It can be seen that they are not unfamiliar with this scene, although they are terrified but in order.

This place is not far from the mountain garrison, so how can this kind of scene be unfamiliar to those who live in this area?

However, being able to get used to it does not mean being indifferent. Looking at this scene, they are still moved.

"Did you see that these people were captured by the barbarians themselves."

"Well, it must be someone sent by the state dynasty."

"Oh, I've been arrested!"

"It must be another traitor who killed thousands of swords..."

There was a noise in the crowd. If you listen carefully, you would find that everyone was talking about the same thing, and everyone was discussing the identities of these people.

And most people immediately guessed that the arrested people must have been sent by the state government. However, in fact, this group of old and young people did not look like the capable generals sent by the state government, but they were still willing to believe it.

Perhaps, this is because they have not given up hope and are always looking forward to the performance of the country and the dynasty to drive away foreign enemies.

Tiexiong was also standing in the crowd. He was wearing a bowler hat with a low brim pressing down, and he silently watched the barbarian soldiers walking past him.

He listened quietly to people's discussions and felt the deepest that just dozens of barbarian soldiers could be so arrogantly on the land of Daxia, and was swaying to sway the Xia people in a majestic manner.

Countless people around him were talking, but no one dared to take a step forward. He could only look at it in horror and desolation, and watch carefully.

"Oh, Liudaokou will add several more unjust souls tomorrow..."

The barbarians walked by, and the crowd gradually began to disperse. An old man behind Tiexun shook his head and sighed, then continued to sit in front of a shop and began to repair his shoes.

The others also repeated their life to survive, and everything was as usual.

Tiexiong looked at everything around him. There were only dozens of barbarians, and I was from all directions. But in the end, I could only accept my fate under their might...

This is not the first time I have seen this scene, but I still feel a little sad in my heart.

However, his eyes were not angry, only sad.

"The people have no courage, and it is not the people's crime, but the country's crime!"

This is a scream from Liu Laosan's family in the tailor shop near the clinic was just falling. Facing several barbarian soldiers doing animals, neighbors from all directions closed their doors and windows, turning a deaf ear to the words Liu Ye had said.

Tiexiong clenched his fists, raised his head and looked at the back of the barbarian soldier, and followed step by step.

But after walking two steps, he suddenly turned around and headed towards the old man who repaired shoes.

"Sir, are you repairing your shoes?" The old man lowered his head and was still sewing the soles of the shoe. He felt someone approaching him. He did not look up and his movements did not stop. Instead, he looked at the cloth shoes that Tiexun was wearing, and he spoke in his mouth.

"Master, I don't think these people will die!" Tiexiong said softly.

The old man suddenly paused the needle and thread in his hand and raised his head.

However, he only saw a wide back turning away. He stared at the back in a daze, and did not understand what the gentleman meant.

Seeing the man step by step towards the direction of the barbarians moving away from afar, gradually moving away, he couldn't help but shake his head and rub the needle in his hand against his hair, and was about to bow his head to continue his work.

But suddenly he found a flash of white light in front of him, and he couldn't help but look at the white light.

However, the next moment, his old face had a cloudy eyes widened, his messy beard also trembled, and his lips began to shake.

A knife!

Long sword!

In his eyes, there was a long sword with a cold light that appeared in his hand in the broad back in front of him.

The old man was frightened, but he seemed to suddenly realize something. At this moment, he was scared, but he still stood up tremblingly, his eyes crossed the broad figure and looked ahead of him.

That's right, it was the back of the team of barbarians who were still moving forward arrogantly. At this moment, the old man did not escape or make a sound. He widened his eyes and his heartbeats like thunder, but he stared at the back, waiting for the thrilling moment to be the next moment.

It was hard to say whether it was fear or excitement. The old man was stiff and his eyes were dim and turbid, but he was excited and excited.

Barbarian soldiers, barbarian soldiers who no one dares to compete in Mingzhu.

At this moment, there was a man, a man, who drew a long sword behind them!

Finally, he saw the figure and accelerated his pace so fast that he couldn't see clearly, but he still widened his eyes and looked at it tightly. Because he was not wrong, the man holding the knife was rushing towards the direction of the barbarian. He vaguely saw that the blade in the man's hand no longer hanged down, but was raised.

The old man didn't have much strength, but at this moment, his wrinkled hands clenched their fists and closed their breathing.

At this time, more than he could see the long knife.

When someone looked up on the long street, he saw the long sword raised high and the unyielding back.

Someone froze but didn't look away.

Someone screamed in surprise but did not cover his eyes.

Someone ran away, but he still looked back at the knife!

...

No!

It's not a knife anymore!

It is hard to tell how many figures were rushing towards the team of barbarians who were not ready yet.

Perhaps, in this Mingzhu City, they really regarded themselves as higher-level people. They really thought that this land had surrendered to their majesty. They really thought that even a flag-man could still be rampant even if he walked on a street full of Daxia people.

The mountain garrison is not far ahead. They don’t believe it, nor can they believe it. Someone dares to draw their swords at them here.

"puff!"

Perhaps Tiexun's speed was really scary, or perhaps the barbarians had not received the order yet.

In short, a noble barbarian head fell to the ground without warning in front of everyone's eyes. The knife was too sharp and the barbarian had not yet fallen down. The blood sprayed from his chest very high, extremely high.

In the sun, the whole street suddenly became silent.

"Kill!" The blood bathed, Tiexiong's voice was calm.

"Enemy attack..." Almost at the same time, the barbarian general riding a tall horse finally believed this fact from his blood, and he shouted loudly!

However, the voice could not be finished. The sword light falling from the sky was too dazzling. This may be a warrior. He did not fall off his horse, so he chose to draw his sword.

"puff!"

The barbarian general's hand was still on the hilt of the sword, as before, blood swayed in the wind, and his headless body had rolled down from his horse.

"Shoot, shoot..." The dozens of barbarians did not react slowly. In their horror, they had subconsciously held up muskets. The fallen summer flowers and water they had fought on the battlefield were naturally not worthy of being famous.

They were not in chaos. Even if the commander was dead, even if they were in danger, they were still in chaos. They quickly gathered together, and at the same time they had already put the trigger on their hands and were ready to shoot.

But unfortunately, with the speed of the musket, it may be worse than holding a knife in my hand.

I saw figures flashing in the sun, and a white light flashed, and a person's head was cut off.

Except for the word "kill".

These dozens of men with faces were holding long swords and killing silently, just like cutting melons like cutting vegetables.

Whether it is one minute or a century, people on this long street cannot measure it.

The screams have stopped.

The escaped man had fallen to the ground.

The old man was already leaning against the wall, his beard shaking.

The battle ended in front of them, very unreal.

Dozens of men covering their faces were silently holding blood-dripping knives, picking up the chopped heads from the ground one by one, and then gathering them one by one, like a child who piled up stones, forming a small tower on the ground.

There were so many people on the long street, and they looked at this scene with great courage and breathlessness, watching them fiddling with their heads so calmly.

Another person came to a group of people in the clinic tied with ropes in silence.

In addition to Manager Liu, the rest of the clinic were also trembling with fright when they looked at the person who was covering the face with a knife.

But after a man slashed at Manager Liu with no injuries and the rope on his body was cut off, everyone finally confirmed that it was the one who saved them.

When everyone's rope was cut off, some people covering their faces suddenly rushed out of the crowd.

Manager Liu did not hesitate and called the apprentices of the clinic doctors who were still frightened to get on the bus.

Soon, they were pulled away by the car, leaving these men covering their faces alone on the scene, standing on this bloody field, waiting for the heads to be placed.

Tiexiong held a knife in his hand and came to the killing young general. The tip of his shoes was covered with blood, leaving a row of blood words in his steps.

After everything was done, Tiexiong looked up at the crowd on the entire long street, turned around and flashed towards the entrance of an alley.

The other men covering their faces did not follow, picked up a musket that had not been fired, flickered in all directions, and soon disappeared in front of everyone.

Everything is like a dream.

As they left, the colors were once again distinct in people's hearts.

Many people stared at the head on the ground, which looked like a golden tower, and the emotions in their eyes were indescribable.

There is endless fear and endless joy.

The Qi Guoren who could not be killed... was not far from their headquarters entrance, and his head was beheaded by everyone with his own eyes and was placed in Jingguan!

"The barbarian soldier was killed?" Someone finally said tremblingly.

"The barbarian soldier was killed!" Someone seemed to have a sigh of anger in his heart and repeated.
Chapter completed!