Night falls, and the winter earth becomes very cold.
A fire broke out in a decadent village, accompanied by strange laughter.
The firelight illuminated a dozen cavalrymen walking through it, setting fire to the houses they saw along the way.
There was obviously no one left in this village, either running away or dead, but even though it was an empty village, they had to burn everything they could.
They set up their tents outside the village, and the village with fireworks burning in front of them seemed to become their bonfire.
The armor was taken off, and the women's burdens carried on the horses were torn off, and their flesh was burned on the fire, while the women let out shrill screams.
The two men, an old man and a young man, lying in the ditch next to the burning house, looked confused and desperate.
Everyone in the village died except those who escaped. They hid in the cellar and were covered with the corpses of their family members before escaping. They only encountered this scene when they crawled out of the cellar.
This is Kaide Mansion. This is not the situation of the Jin people. A mere dozen of them are so rampant.
It was so rampant that a dozen people dared to camp some distance away from Kaidefu City in the middle of the night.
Looking at the burning village and listening to the screams of the women over there, the old man burst into tears and tightly covered the mouth of the child in his arms, lest he make a sound.
Where is Zhou Bing?
Where are the Zhou soldiers who came to the rescue?
A hand suddenly stretched out from behind.
It appeared silently in the dark night like a ghost. The old man was so frightened that he lost his voice. The hand had already pressed down on his mouth.
The sound was blocked without leakage.
"Don't be afraid, woodcutter."
A deep voice also sounded in his ears.
What kind of woodcutter? The old man's mind was blank, and he saw that the man was already lying beside him. Through the firelight, he could see that he was a young man, with a gray face and only one pair of eyes as bright as stars.
He held a crossbow in one hand and pointed it at the Jin Army in the open space while speaking.
What does he want to do?
Just as the old man's thoughts flashed across his mind, he heard a buzzing sound, and a heavy arrow was lifted from the string. With the sound, a golden soldier who was holding a woman in his arms to do evil screamed. He threw himself forward and lay on the ground and twitched twice.
Not moving anymore.
The originally laughing camp suddenly became chaotic. A dozen golden soldiers jumped up and grabbed the weapons around them, shouting and cursing and looking around.
The old man was trembling all over.
So bold, so bold.
This sneak attack can only kill one person, and then alert these wolf-like golden soldiers.
The old man looked at the young man beside him. He came and went with ease. He could escape immediately after being attacked, but he and his grandson could not escape.
If you can't run, then you can't run. At least seeing a golden soldier killed with your own eyes is enough comfort.
He is old and useless, cannot kill the enemy, and is useless alive, but this young man must live, capable of killing the enemy and taking revenge.
"You hurry up and I'll divert them away..." the old man moved his mouth and whined.
The young man didn't know whether he understood or not, so he let go of his hand, but instead of turning around and running away as the old man thought, he jumped towards the group of golden soldiers.
He is crazy!
The old man couldn't even scream, so he hugged his grandson tightly, feeling scared and sad and crying.
This young man probably had his family ruined and had fought tooth and nail for revenge, but he didn't want to live anymore.
The young man had already collided with the golden soldier who spotted him head-on.
Under the surrounding firelight, the crossbow in his hand had been replaced by a broadsword.
The young man's movements were extremely fast. When he rushed in front of those golden soldiers, the long-handled knife in one of the golden soldiers' hands had not yet been swung.
There was a muffled sound, and the knife in the young man's hand had pierced his heart. The golden soldier roared, and he was thrown aside and hit another golden soldier.
Both of them screamed and fell.
The young man did not chase after him and strike with another blow. He had already turned around, and the knife in his hand was still stained with the blood of the golden soldier. He accurately cut the neck of the golden soldier behind him and raised it up to reveal the ferocious golden soldier.
Before the golden soldier even made a sound, he was already spinning backwards and falling.
With this blink of an eye and one movement at a time, two golden soldiers were killed, and the old man who was hiding aside could hardly see clearly.
What an amazing young man!
The old man's scalp felt numb and almost suffocated.
Such a powerful young man must not die.
But is this possible?
There are twelve golden soldiers, but he only has one.
Following his thoughts, the young man was already entangled with the other golden soldiers.
The Jin soldiers were also furious, howling and cursing nonsense.
The firelight jumped and the night was dim. The old man felt his ears buzzing and his eyes were dizzy. He saw golden soldiers falling one after another.
Slash the head, stab the chest, cut the throat, kill one person with one knife, and kill with one knife. If the knife does not miss, one person is worth ten people.
The old man was dumbfounded, as were the women who were robbed nearby, and finally even the surviving Jin soldiers were dumbfounded.
Fear appeared on the faces of the two golden soldiers who had always been arrogant and fierce.
This fear caused one of them to scramble, and the knife in the young man's hand slashed his shoulder, almost cutting into his heart.
Compared to other people who died instantly from a fatal blow, the screams of this golden soldier were louder and longer lasting.
Others rolled on the ground, their screams deafening, and also shattered the mind of the last golden soldier.
"Sneak attack." He shouted in Chinese with a strange accent, turned around and ran towards the horses.
But it was still a step too late. As soon as he turned around, the knife in the young man's hand flew over and pierced the back of his heart. With a scream, he fell to the ground and twitched.
The young man then stepped forward, stepped on the golden soldier's back, and pulled out the knife suddenly, causing blood to splatter all over him.
"It's so new. If we don't make a sneak attack, I'll try to show you how to do it with Baoshanmen first." He said with a sneer.
The fire in the village was still burning cracklingly, and the sound of collapsing beam walls could be heard from time to time. Other than that, everything was peaceful.
The calm was short-lived, and after a while the women who survived burst into tears.
"Benefactor, benefactor." They cried and shouted before bowing to the young man.
The old man who was hiding aside also stumbled over with his child in his arms.
But the young man didn't seem to have time to pay attention to them. He just rummaged around the dead Jin Bing, but didn't seem to find anything satisfactory, and cursed in his mouth.
"I'm so poor."
The old man approaching with the child in his arms heard him say this.
So poor? What is he looking for? Gold, silver and jewelry?
Do gold-killing soldiers still need to care about this?
"Benefactor," the old man said in a trembling voice. He knelt down and kowtowed while hugging his grandson.
But the young man got up and walked away.
"You guys should leave quickly," he said, "I don't have the time or the means to escort you to a safe place."
Without waiting for the old man and the women to say anything else, the people had already rushed into the night and disappeared in the blink of an eye just as they came.
If it weren't for the golden soldier lying on the ground, everyone would doubt it was a dream.
"Who is he?" a woman asked crying.
I'd say they were officers and soldiers, but I've never seen an officer or soldier act alone and dare to fight against twelve people.
If the officers and soldiers were so powerful, how could their Kaide Mansion be in this situation today.
The old man vaguely thought about what the young man said in his ear when he first appeared.
"He said he was a woodcutter," he murmured.
The woodcutter in this country can be so good at it.
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Thanks to Sangu Sanming for the well-known reward on page 11.
Monday may be unpleasant, but you still have to work hard, work hard! (To be continued)