Zhao Yun, who had recovered some energy after a while, went to look at him again.

Seeing that he had nothing unusual, he held his silver spear again and continued to search for the Wuhuan people or survivors who might be alone in the village.

Until the rest of the night faded, a trace of white appeared in the sky, and the fire that had been burning in the village for a night was extinguished one after another.

Zhao Yun came to a low wall and smelled an extremely strong smell of blood through a few steps.

He raised his left hand and signaled to the soldiers behind him.

Several soldiers looked at each other silently and surrounded them with swords in understanding.

Zhao Yun slowly approached, and a tiny sound came from behind the wall.

Two or three steps away from the low wall, a black shadow suddenly rushed out with a strong smell of fishy smell.

The black shadow held a Han army-style bamboo knife, and the long sword was slashing towards Zhao Yun with the sharp sound of the wind.

Zhao Yun, who was already wary, easily made a mistake. Although he was just a mistake, and then the hazy skylight, Zhao Yun still saw clearly the sword in his hand and the black military coat on his body. The spear that had originally stabbed was changed to a thrust, and the gun rod was whipped on the shoulder of the black shadow.

The black shadow let out a sore cry, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground. He couldn't stand steadily. He rushed forward a few steps and was about to get up again when he was pressed to the ground by several soldiers, and he cursed a series of Wuhuan words.

Zhao Yun frowned and looked at the Wuhuan man on the ground.

Seeing the black coat on his body and the knife in his hand, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.

With Zhao Yun's eyes, how could he not tell that this was a knife? I think the clothes were also peeled off from their brothers in robes.

Temporarily suppressing the anger in his chest, Zhao Yun stepped towards the low wall. He wanted to see what evil these miscellaneous creatures had done to have such a great amount of blood.

Bypassing the low wall, he saw everything in front of him.

More than a dozen women of different ages were lying naked on the rugged gravels, their hands, feet, and bones were broken and turned under them. The blood on the beach soaked the land into bright red colors.

Zhao Yun's hand holding the spear suddenly tightened, and his knuckles turned white.

He stood there, slightly staggering his eyes and did not look at the bodies of the women on the ground.

After a while, I took a deep breath and suppressed my anger.

"Don't come over!" Hearing the footsteps of the soldiers behind him, he stopped in a deep voice, "Go and find some clothes."

Many soldiers were stunned, and then they all understood what was happening behind the low wall.

Born in a chaotic world, the Hu people, bandits, and the official army walked and came on this land, and then came and left. It is not difficult for them to guess what kind of tragic things would happen in a village that was robbed.

After hearing Zhao Yun's words, several soldiers turned around and went to the village to find something that could cover their bodies. Two people passing by raised their feet and stomped on the head of the Wuhuan man who was being held on the ground.

Zhao Yun lowered his eyes and walked around the corpses on the ground with a look of pain frozen on his face and walked to an open space behind the low wall.

Some fresh blood scattered beside a big tree.

Drop by drop, extending along the ground towards the tree.

In the mud on the ground, there was a row of shallow traces mixed with blood, which were the marks left by the ground being dragged and dug with ten fingers.

Zhao Yun also saw two nails with flesh hangings and some blood-covered hair.

He hesitated for a moment, followed the bloodstain and walked to a broken wall.

The young girl lay there alone, her skinny limbs were folded into eight-character shapes, and her hair tied up with red cloth was soaked in blood.

His eyes widened and his chest was still undulating.

Zhao Yun took two steps and without caring about avoiding suspicion, he reached out to find her breath.

Then his heart sank suddenly.

The girl, who was almost the same as a dead corpse, seemed to be alarmed and her whole body trembled.

She moved her eyes and found that the tall figure squatting in front of her was Zhao Yun, and a trace of emotion flashed in her eyes.

Is it an illusion?

Or a dream before death?

She actually saw this person again, and the girl felt that her body didn't seem to hurt so much.

Her bloody lips twitched slightly, and she opened her mouth to say something.

Zhao Yun recognized this girl. He was a martial artist with sharp ears and sharp eyes. How could he not notice the girl's uncovered eyes following her without any notice?

But he had no intention in his heart, so he would never respond to her at all.

Girls should marry a beloved man who has her in his heart.

Young girls have a changeable mind and will forget it after a while.

Unexpectedly, meeting again would be like this.

Seeing her breathing for a few quick times, her mouth moved and seemed to be saying something, Zhao Yun hurriedly bent down and listened.

If she can't let go of anything, he can help her within her ability.

"Thank you..." The girl's lips opened and closed gently.

Zhao Yun was stunned, what did you thank?

When she looked down, the girl had already breathed her last breath. She closed her eyes and a teardrop appeared in the corner of her eyes, and a smile appeared on her face.

Zhao Yun knelt on one knee next to the corpse and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

It was getting brighter and brighter, and a trace of morning light shone through the thick clouds.

The fire ignited in the village was extinguished. When the wind blew, black ashes flew in the air, fluttering all over the sky, falling on people's heads and bodies, like black snow.

Zhao Yun looked at himself, took off his armor, and took off his outer military uniform to cover the girl's body.

He stood up with his inner shirt, held his gun in his hand, strode away from the corpse on the ground, and walked out from behind the low wall.

He walked to the Wuhuan man with blood on his face, turned the silver spear in his hand and inserted it heavily into the mud.

Motionallying the two soldiers to let go of their hands, the Wuhuan man with a bloody face shook his dizzy head, and he raised his eyes to look at the tall Han general in front of him.

The other party looked at him condescendingly, with expressionless face and cold eyes as cold as ice.

The Wuhuan man tilted his lips and laughed. He did not beg for mercy, nor did he try to escape, but just lay on the mud like a toad.

Zhao Yun paced, walked behind him, stepped on his calf, bent down and grabbed his braid, forcing him to kneel.

The Wuhuan man was in pain and grinned and cursed a few words of Wuhuan.

Zhao Yun didn't want to listen carefully, so he pulled out the dagger with one hand and pressed it against the neck of the Wuhuan people.

The sharp blade was in his throat, and the expression on the Wuhuan man's face finally showed some shaking, and he said something quickly.

No one here responded, and everyone stared at him expressionlessly.

The sharp blade slashed the skin, and a slight stinging pain came. He was completely panicked and stammered in Chinese sayings: "I know Xiaoshuai, the secret, don't kill me, say."

The sharp dagger did not stop as he wished, and still cut from left to right from his neck with extremely slow and firm force.

He wanted to struggle, but there seemed to be a mountain pressing above his head. A powerful force came from behind him, forcing him to kneel on the ground, with his head held high and his chest exposed his throat.

The sharp pain came into his mind. He shook his head in panic, but could not shake his big hand holding his braided hair.

The smell of rust fills the nose and throat, and the cut gaps, dark red blood flows out like a waterfall.

His whole body became soft and he had no strength to struggle. Listening to the sound of his flesh being cut open and his bones stuck in the dagger, he eventually lost consciousness and fell into darkness forever.
Chapter completed!