The living lives disappeared silently among the mountains and forests.
When the remaining people became alert, they were unable to prevent the final fate.
The elusive devil keeps creating fear with blood.
Not knowing where the enemy was, their usually sharp bows, arrows, and scimitars became completely useless, and they lost the possibility of escaping.
Because there were no war horses, it was too deep into the forest.
The four people who finally got together kept shouting the names of their companions and cursing their despicable opponents, but in the quiet jungle, there was no response.
In fact, they all knew what this meant, but they were still trying to find their companions. Even a broken corpse might give them some comfort and confidence.
But... there were no corpses, no shrill screams, and familiar sounds of fighting. It was as if everyone suddenly disappeared.
The brave and rough warriors quickly lost their courage in such a strange duel, and were soon drowned in fear and despair.
They gathered together and no longer dared to disperse. The unfamiliar mountains and forests, like the legendary flesh-devouring devil, were opening their bloody mouths towards them.
The instinct of survival made them make a quick and wise decision to escape down the mountain. At such a time, the dignity of the warriors no longer meant anything to them.
The sound of rapid footsteps, heavy breathing, and the faint howling of wolves in the distance added a bit of horror to the chase in the mountains and forests.
Suddenly, a figure suddenly appeared in the grass. Before the fleeing people could react, the figures intertwined. One of them covered his throat and fell to the ground.
The first few people turned around when they heard the sound and stumbled back. All they saw was their dying companion with his neck cut open and his hands and feet twitching unconsciously.
The leader of the big man roared angrily, and his ferocious eyes roamed around, but no trace of the enemy could be found.
One of the pale-faced guys seemed to have been choked by a demon. His sanity finally collapsed. He suddenly shouted frantically, turned around and ran away.
So, the next sacrifice appeared, and when the other two companions caught up with him, he had turned into a cold corpse.
Silent killings, ruthless and cold-blooded hunters, have left this mountain forest shrouded in the shadow of death.
It gradually became dark in the forest, and the lone foreign man finally crawled to the edge of the mountain forest. He even saw the bonfire at the foot of the mountain.
His face was dripping with blood, which was the trace left by the enemy's sudden attack on his face, a wound deep enough to show the bones. At that moment, he had a brush with death and survived, not because he had
How brave and clever he was, it was just because he was lucky enough to stumble and fall to the ground.
This also let him know that the enemy is not invincible, nor is it a ghost that comes and goes without a trace, but in this mountain forest, he has no possibility of defeating the opponent.
The foreign man who survived the disaster was just like the young man who escaped before when he saw the mountains and forests in the distance. The bonfire represented the same meaning in his eyes.
The big man opened his dry mouth, trying to summon his companions to come over and help him.
But the sound suddenly choked in his throat. He suddenly turned his head and looked behind him. The enemy's shadow was reflected in his eyes. His throat went cold. The big man's eyes widened to the limit. He raised his strong arms and grabbed the opponent.
shoulders, but he no longer has the strength to tear the enemy in front of him into pieces as usual.
With endless unwillingness, the big man slowly fell to the ground.
Li Po threw away the dagger that was stained with blood, and sat down on the ground exhausted.
Fighting, escaping, and fighting for his life, this day was very exciting, and it almost consumed all his strength, but he was still the winner in the end. In this chaotic place, a strong will is essential, and he,
It seems like I have nothing now, but the most indispensable thing is actually this kind of will.
This is really a bad year for a person. Li Po looked at the clear starry sky and calmed down the murderous aura that was still boiling in his chest.
Now, his hands are once again stained with blood, and his eyes are burning like will-o'-the-wisps in the darkness, like a dead man struggling out of hell, ferocious and terrifying.
When he looked at the bonfire at the foot of the mountain, his eyes narrowed, as if the God of Death was smiling appreciatively at him again.
And Li Po finally got his reward. He found an unusually sharp short blade on the waist of the big man. This thing, which to a large extent can symbolize a person's status in the tribe, was also the Northland Hu.
The favorite of Han warriors.
However, Li Po still muttered, "Poor guy."
Because until now, he has not found any yellow or white things from these guys, which should be indispensable things on his way south.
As night fell, the two guys by the campfire, although they were extremely anxious, could not stop them from pouring the milk wine they brought into their mouths.
They were drunk, but they didn't know that danger had already come to them as the night fell.
A brief killing, just like what happened in the forest. Amidst the uneasy neighing of the war horses, a faint smell of blood wafted from the side of the campfire.
Li Po dragged his tired body, led a war horse, and left the range of the bonfire.
He did not go far and found a leeward place at the foot of the mountain as a resting place for the night.
The wind at night was very cold, but Li Po slept peacefully.
Early the next morning, feeling full of energy, he mounted his horse and returned to the village.
The bandits have left, they have lost their leader, they have not gained much, and they have also lost many young warriors. The situation they face this winter is much more difficult than Li Po.
After searching around the smoky village, Li Po finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Those bastards had not yet degenerated to the point of cannibalism, so they left behind the corpses of three veteran soldiers. This was a relatively civilized practice on the grassland, and showed their respect for those who died in battle.
But that's all. This is a place abandoned by civilization.
The overt or covert game between the two great powers has made this place a place where savages are rampant, and too much warmth is never allowed to exist.
Li Po didn't have much nostalgia for this place. He was tired of the snow and the hard life on the grasslands. The only place that made him feel good no longer existed.
Several old soldiers can no longer pat him on the shoulder, praise his improvement in riding and archery skills, and can no longer often chatter about some wonderful stories from the past.
Li Po dug a pit not far from the stockade and buried the three veterans here, along with everything he had learned over the past five years.
He is leaving here and going to Sui Dynasty in the south to witness the wonderful world there.
Although, he knows that the south is not a good place now, and the war period when heroes are vying for the throne is not far away...