Ergouzi's surname is Chen, his first name is Ergou, and his full name is Chen Ergou. He is from Yanzhou. His parents died when he was young. He earns a living at Youyue Restaurant in Yanzhou. He is a boy in Youyue Restaurant. He is cowardly by nature.
He was often bullied by his colleagues and did not dare to speak out. On a cold winter night, Chen Ergou single-handedly fended off thousands of Khitan troops. With his weak body, he withstood the fierce attack of Khitan feather arrows. In the end, he was outnumbered and hit by several feather arrows.
He died at the age of eighteen. In order to commemorate this unknown hero in Yanzhou City, someone wrote a biography of Chen Ergou's heroic deeds, titled "The Evil Life of Chen Ergou".
No one had any special feelings about the Ergouzi who rushed out and was shot to death by random arrows, not even the colleagues who worked together all day long. All they felt in their hearts was that Ergouzi was
They were not crazy, but they actually dared to rush towards those Khitan soldiers who were filled with murderous intent. Apart from being a little ridiculous in their hearts, they had no sympathy at all.
The death of an ordinary citizen is extremely common in the city of Yanzhou, not to mention that this was a young man in a restaurant. Not to mention the rich families in Yanzhou, even those with a little financial resources would not do this.
Remember this little guy. No one will remember this little guy who was cowardly and taciturn by nature, and no one cares about his life or death. But many people have a weird idea in their hearts, hoping that this little guy will die.
They will be implicated.
Someone once said that there is no justice for the weak in this world. The weak are meant to be exploited, including the dignity of life and human beings. Whether it is those Yanzhou people who are indifferent by nature, or perhaps many people in this world, they should all know that strength
It can explain everything. Whoever is stronger has a harder fist, and whoever can say a word, even if it is a fallacy, can be called a righteous word.
The woman in the yellow dress holding her cheek, or the richest man in Yanzhou with his hair full of silver threads, or the young Yang Xiaoding who has always been called the young master, they didn't even look at the man who was messed up.
Ergouzi who was shot to death by an arrow. Even though they could find the image of this young man who served them food and wine very attentively in their memories, no one among them went to look for these fragments. Of course they cared about it.
It is a contest between the strong, and what they care about is of course the various benefits that the outcome will bring them.
Yang Yifu's figure disappeared into the shadow of the street wall. He watched the young man being killed by random arrows. He also saw the little beggar carrying three iron balls wrapped in oilcloth on his back. He wanted to
He rushed in front of the little beggar, but he still stopped in his tracks because he felt the cold and frightening bows and arrows. He seemed to feel that the Khitan soldiers had discovered him, so he
Don't dare to take any action, lest you end up like that guy in the restaurant.
Xiao Jiu's figure appeared next to the body of the restaurant waiter. He didn't know why, but something seemed to be blocked in his heart, making him feel like he had difficulty breathing. He lowered his head and stared blankly at the body lying on his back.
The restaurant waiter was filled with arrows. He didn't know why there was an unspeakable sadness flowing in his heart. It was a fresh life, and it was gone. Not long ago, he was still chasing him, but in the blink of an eye
, this person turned into a cold corpse.
For some reason, he felt countless blazing eyes falling on him, and he couldn't help but tremble in his heart. He raised his head, and then saw several Khitan soldiers holding strong bows, with arrows already on them.
The bowstring was pointed at him. He felt that he should be very scared at this time, but he didn't know why. He didn't have any fear in his heart. He only felt that the eyes of those Khitan soldiers looking at him were hateful.
It was a look of contempt and coldness. He didn't understand what it meant to take life and death, but he knew that the Khitan soldiers with strong bows in their hands felt like this at this time. He didn't like it very much.
The feeling was just like the way he saw Yelu Blood Wolf's eyes when he encountered it that day. He was so indifferent and emotionless, but so domineering that it made people feel hairy. He didn't know what murderous intent was.
But he knew that look was like this.
No one likes such looks. He doesn't understand why these Khitan soldiers didn't shoot the arrows in their hands, but he feels like a poor mouse that accidentally broke into a group of cats.
There was a hint of disdain in the contempt, and the Khitan soldiers looked at him as if they were looking at a poor creature, which made him feel very unhappy. He immediately understood that cats often do not behave like this after catching mice.
It was easy to kill the mouse, but to tease the mouse to exhaustion, so that they had no fun, and then the fate of the mouse came to an end.
He raised his head angrily. He didn't know where he got the courage. He looked at the Khitan soldiers holding strong bows. He pulled the oilcloth that was about to slide off his back. He was not afraid.
He stood next to the blood-stained corpse of Er Gouzi who had long since expired. He knew what the anger in his heart was, he also knew why he had such courage, and he also knew why he was not afraid of these Khitan soldiers.
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Because he forgot that he was afraid of death. It was not that he was not afraid of death, but at this time he actually forgot that he was still afraid of death. Not being afraid of death and forgetting to be afraid of death are two different things, but their actions were the same. He didn't know that he was afraid of death.
Why did he forget to be afraid of death? In the past, he had always been terribly afraid of death. He was afraid that if he died, no one would avenge him, and he was afraid that if he died, no one would avenge his family.
But he suddenly felt that none of this mattered, because the death of the ordinary restaurant boy made him feel an unprecedented indignation. This kind of indignation was like a volcano about to erupt, and it had almost reached the critical point of eruption, and the death of the ordinary restaurant boy
His death broke his critical point. He hated the Khitans, he hated the Yelu Blood Wolf, and he hated all the enemies who killed his family. Of course, in the final analysis, he hated the Yelu Blood Wolf, because the Yelu Blood Wolf
The wolf was right in front of him, surrounded by the Khitan soldiers.
A "whoosh" arrow was shot out from among the Khitan soldiers. The sharp and harsh sound of breaking through the air made Xiaojiu's heart tighten. He instinctively stretched out his hands to block his head. And he had the arrow behind his back.
The oilcloth fell on the ground, making a series of crisp sounds. With a "bang" sound, the arrow landed an inch in front of his feet. The arrow sank into the street, only to
The arrow tail was left trembling and shaking.
Xiao Jiu was shocked because he felt several flying stones being penetrated by the arrow and hitting his legs. He spread his hands and looked up, and he saw an official.
The Khitan soldier showed a disdainful smile. Then he saw other Khitan soldiers showing disdainful smiles. Obviously, the arrow was just to scare him, and he really became that poor little kid in the eyes of the Khitan soldier.
mouse.
Unable to conceal the indignant rage in his heart, he stepped down with his feet and knocked down the feathered arrow that was half-buried on the ground. The feathered arrow stung his tattered shoes painfully, but he still ignored it and pressed down again.
He stepped hard and felt that the arrow was completely submerged into the ground. He then raised his head and looked at the Khitan soldier with a disdainful smile on his face. The resentful light in his eyes was undisguised.
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When the Khitan soldier saw the little beggar's behavior, he immediately became angry. He didn't know what he said, but his face was filled with anger. He took out another feather arrow from the quiver behind him.
, placed on the bowstring. The Khitan soldier pulled the huge strong bow tightly, and the cold light of the night condensed on the arrows, making people feel cold all over when they saw it. And he
However, the arrow did not shoot out, but locked the little beggar's body.
Feeling an extremely dangerous aura coming, Xiaojiu felt his whole body trembling with chills. He saw the feather arrow that the Khitan soldier placed on the bow string, and he saw the cold death condensed from the arrow.
Breath. He only felt that his whole body was locked by the feather arrow, making him unable to move, but his heart was tense. He himself could hear his own pounding heartbeat, as if the next moment
The arrow shot into his body as if it were about to shoot out.
The anger on the face of the Khitan soldier did not fade away, but instead became more ferocious and terrifying. The wolf-like gaze kept falling on Xiao Jiu, making it difficult for him to move. There was a faint light on the arrow, and it was even more terrifying.
The dark night was a bit darker, and the aura of death surged out, shrouding Xiaojiu's heart, but apart from being extremely nervous, there was no trace of fear in his heart.
He raised his head, straightened his body, and then quietly looked at the Khitan who tightened his long bow. His hands were clenched tightly, and he knew that his fists had long been filled with tears.
There was a thin layer of sweat, but he still stood there without hesitation, looking at the Khitan soldier with resolute eyes. The atmosphere suddenly became solemn, and he himself was not sure whether he could avoid the feather.
Arrow, he didn't know if he could survive.
The two of them were facing each other like this. The Khitan soldier did not let go of his tight long bow, and Xiao Jiu's figure did not retreat. The two seemed to be competing for perseverance. When the other Khitan soldiers saw this strange scene, their faces changed.
In addition to doubts, they were in disbelief, because the ragged little beggar in front of them had no strength at all. In their eyes, he was even weaker than the wild rabbit running on the grassland.
"Ah", the Khitan soldier seemed to be unable to bear this weird atmosphere. He roared, and then his index finger released the arrow on the bow string. Xiao Jiu's heart suddenly "thumped", and he
Knowing that he could not dodge the opponent's arrow at all, he had already seen the power of the long bow. Wasn't the restaurant boy shot with such a bow and arrow? But he still subconsciously raised his hands and shot his own
The head is protected.
What surprised him was that the arrow did not hit him. The Khitan soldier roared and then became silent again. He put down his hands and looked at the Khitan soldier. He saw
The Khitan soldier's body did not move at all, and the arrow was still on the bow string. Didn't the Khitan soldier shoot the arrow? It was impossible. He clearly saw the man loosening his index finger.
with thumbs up.
And just when he was confused, he saw the bow and arrow in the Khitan soldier's hand split, making a slight sound, and the bow and arrow in the Khitan soldier's hand fell into two pieces and fell to the ground. He saw the Khitan soldier again.
His body slowly fell backwards. After the Khitan soldier's body fell to the ground, he saw an elegant and elegant figure standing behind the group of Khitan soldiers. He recognized that person.
It was the young man in blue shirt who was fighting with the Khitan army.
Ye Yinfeng penetrated the back of the head of the Khitan soldier who was about to shoot an arrow with a sword energy, and then he walked into the battlefield with the dumbfounded little beggar. He didn't know where the little beggar got the courage.
He actually dared to confront these ferocious Khitan soldiers, but he didn't notice that this little beggar in tattered cotton clothes picked up the oilcloth package on the ground, and then followed him closely, walking
Passed through the encirclement.
It would not be an exaggeration to say that the strength between Ling Tianyun and Yelu Xuelang was evenly matched. The two of them had fought for who knows how many rounds, but they still could not tell the winner, and they once again suspended the battle.
The auras of the two people began to show a trace of disorder. They knew that there was no point in continuing like this, and they were looking for an opportunity to break the balance. Until Ye Yinfeng brought the little screamer in tatters with him.
Entering the battlefield, the atmosphere became even more confusing.