The dirt road winds, and a pair of torn straw sandals raise waves of dust and mud, bringing a series of horror-like screams
Soldier disaster! There is a soldier disaster! Soldier disaster is coming!
The black and thin boy ran wildly, as if an invisible beast was following him, and he had opened his bloody mouth to him.
Outside the dilapidated thatched hut, Song Qing'er, who was feeding donkeys with dead grass, heard the shout and shook her whole body. She squatted down quickly and slapped a ball of black mud from the ground, smearing her face, which was almost gone, even more dirty.
She thought about it again, dug out another piece and held it in her hand, kicked open the door, and shouted inside: Hong'er! Come here, I'll wipe your face again!
Her hands were shaking violently, and the fear in her heart was as thick as a dark cloud covering the sun
The dark clouds have not yet dissipated. A drizzle that I had just been waiting for for a long time stopped this morning
The people of Xiaotianzhuang are just about to be energetic and make up for the farming work that has been delayed for too long.
The wars continue, and the Jiantiansi is in name only. The farmers in these remote areas should not be leap for eleven years of Deqi. It depends on God's face.
However, before the Cold Food Festival, locusts passed by, and there were no ten new seedlings in a radius of 10 miles. Since then, more than 70 days have passed, most of the Huo County has not fallen a drop of rain. Even the Yinma River, which has been feeding military and civilians in the migrant state for many years, can almost see the mud at the bottom of the river in the tributary north of Fankou Town.
The Central Plains are in turmoil, border defense is unstable, and the northern di in the outside world takes advantage of the situation. It is said that the pioneer has arrived on the banks of the Yinma River.
The current situation is internal and external troubles, and the people are struggling to survive, hoping to dig more food in the soil and sleep well.
The young man shouted at the silence of war. The Song sisters were trembling and hugging each other in the house. However, the local farmers in small farms all looked muddy.
There were once a hundred households and thousands of people living in this area. Traveling north for several miles, you can also see the remains of the market where many villages regularly communicated with each other.
Now, there are only more than a hundred old, weak, sick and disabled people left in the village, mixed with dozens of women and children. If you really go to sow seeds, you don’t know if you still have the life to survive and get a harvest.
Even the boy who was rushing to the death of war was not crazy and stupid, he would have been caught in Fengkou Town and sent a wooden gun to the north to fight the enemy.
Song Qing'er looked around and saw that the only young and strong people were refugees who fled from the northwest like two sisters.
The Song family was originally a big family, and it is said that their ancestors had military achievements.
During the Deqi period, the world was in chaos, so the elders in the family invited men and women to be masters to teach martial arts to the younger generation of the family. Women strengthened their bodies to prevent accidents. Men studied hard and practiced hard to serve the country.
The news became more and more unfair before the New Year. The Song family was also generous and won over a group of capable people. At the same time, they recruited local brave men and issued swords and guns, trying to keep the peace in the country.
At this moment, Song Qing'er and her sister were traveling here on a donkey cart, which is enough to show the result of the Song family.
Those who are not dead have escaped, panic
Every night after that, Song Qing'er would dream that a giant man riding a horse would walk with a knife, carrying her elder brother's bloody head and laughing loudly.
She was separated from her family and only had a few close relatives of her generation. She is also in Odazhuang now.
They had escaped far and reached the southeast of Huojun
Neither the county town nor the town of Wankou are allowed to enter, so they planned to rest here for two days, waiting for Song Qing'er's master to leave temporarily, discuss how to find the lost family and where to escape after finding it.
But after sleeping peacefully, I heard the news of the war again
Song Qing'er looked at an older clan uncle not far away and wanted to go over and ask if he wanted to go on the road and continue to escape.
If even a major area like Bankou Town is in trouble and disaster, the county city will probably not be able to escape. The six states in the north and north are rumored to be in the Longxing land of this dynasty, it should not be able to stay.
She just raised her weak feet, and behind the thin black boy, a short and strong woman ran over there.
The woman was so angry that she ran away. As soon as she followed the boy, she took off her mud-filled cloth shoes from her feet, slapped him twice, and roared: Calling your mother's pussy! Calling your mother's pussy!
The boy screamed and curled up, rolled on the ground, and said nothing more.
The woman raised her muddy feet, held the crooked tree beside her, and took a few breaths while putting on her shoes, straightened her breath, and said loudly: Don’t panic, it’s not a military disaster, it’s our great Guanghan’s man.
The villagers who surrounded him breathed a sigh of relief
An old man with a wooden stick walked out tremblingly, his white eyebrows frowned, staring at the trembling boy on the ground, and said: Zhang Ersan, how can Heiwa scare our own soldiers like this?
Zhang Ersan spat a thick phlegm on Heiwa, kicked him again, and shouted: Like his father, he saw a horse riding with a knife, and his crotch was so sexy that his grandmother's legs were timid. Mr. Tian was so cowardly that he didn't look like a cock. Don't panic. I heard from someone in a small party in Fengkou yesterday that Fengkou was very different. The court sent a powerful princess and came with elite soldiers and strong generals. He killed the Beidi barbarians and the military masters on the other side of He County immediately had eggs. He dared to fight out. A vendor beat him. My dear grandma, saying that there were dead horses and people everywhere, and the bloody lama Hu's head was rolling around.
The villagers around were trembling, and Song Qing'er was even more shocked. She was so scared that she couldn't stand steadily. She hurriedly stepped back, leaned against the wall, and hid behind the donkey.
Song Honger was very excited when she heard this. She followed her uncle in front of her family with her face covered in black mud.
Zhang Ersao was so good at speaking that her thick mouth flew up and down, and she brought out some drops from time to time. Heiwa was still sobbing on the ground, but no one paid attention to it.
Uncle Tian heard this for a while, with a puzzled look on his face, lifted his crutch and interrupted: Wait, wait a moment, second sister-in-law, the old man had been studying poetry and books for several years back then. If it were our own soldiers, why would they come to the south? Could it be... they are here to collect grain again?
As soon as these words came out, everyone around them changed color, and a few voices whispered and cursed quietly.
Zhang Ersao, who was covered with calluses, waved her palms horizontally. That's not, I can't ask. The princess's personal soldiers are not those bandit-like turtle grandsons. I heard from Master Ji that the princess sent Feng Wei and ordered the subordinates to suppress the bandits. What's the name... the rear of Anding
Uncle Tian stroked the sparse beard on his chin and his brows became tighter. But... we went to the south to the south and there were no deep mountains and forests. Recently, I have never heard of young people who had been in trouble with bandits and villages. All of them were requisitioned. We are the elderly, weak, women and children who want to rob the road, but we don’t have the ability.
I heard that someone had moved the military food...
Song Qing'er is very upset
She grabbed the reins of the donkey, thinking that she might as well take the car south and leave as soon as possible
But her master said she went to find friends in Jianghu to help her, and made an appointment to wait for her in this village. After leaving, the world will be vast and the world will never be seen again. Who should she and her sister rely on?
She was hesitating when she saw the dust and smoke rising in the north of the village, the sound of hooves was loud, and dozens of tall horses rushed over the fields that had not yet been sown.
The open space at the entrance of Xiaotianzhuang Village was not too large, so everyone hurriedly let it go to both sides so as not to be trampled by horses
Grandpa Bing’s war horse is very valuable, it’s better to just trample on the grass and people. If he sprained his hooves, he would have to pay the whole village.
Everyone was worried and watched. Soon, more than thirty soldiers came and shouted and stopped among the crowd.
Thirty armored men followed a strong leader to lift his feet and stepped on the ground with a piece of mud and water.
The leader looked around with gloomy eyes and said hoarsely: Who is the Li Zheng here?
Mr. Tian staggered forward two steps and said with a smile: When you say that Jun Ye, he was my incompetent child, and he still had the strength to do it. Last year, he joined the army and served the country to the country. Now it is an old man. I have seen me read for a few years. My old eyes are not too dazed. I can read it to everyone.
The leader choked and pulled the knife into his hand, and said coldly: Do you know the trouble of bandits nearby?
The military man calmed down. The grass people really didn't know that this year was a locust plague and drought. The farmers were worried about how to dig food from the soil all day long. They didn't bother to inquire about the outside. We all thought about planting the fields early, so that we would not miss the autumn to hand over the food to the military man.
The rations were robbed this time. The leader snorted and looked at the young and strong men and women in the crowd, saying, "Why don't these people look like they can't eat enough?"
The uncle of the Song family hurried forward and said, "Mr. Jun., we fled to the northwest. The county town and the bankou were not allowed to enter, so we were bothering here for a night. We were not from the village."
The leader rolled his eyes and sneered, "I'm not from the village, so who knows you guys, are you ghosts or bandits? Come on Ah, tie them up first."
Everyone who fled here changed their faces drastically, and Song Qing'er shrank even more frightened and hid under the donkey cart.
Jun Ye, wrongly accused Jun Ye!
A dozen men and women who walked together begged loudly and looked at the surrounding villagers.
Uncle Tian lowered his head and sighed. Zhang Ersao, who had been blowing her mouth, also stood behind the tree with her neck shrank.
Everyone is like a clay sculpture
In a blink of an eye, more than ten people were tied into a string of numb ropes. It was obviously not the first time these soldiers did something similar. They specifically picked out young and strong enough, and the young and old among the fugitives turned a blind eye.
The leader walked by the side of the crowd, waved his knife and patted his thighs, and said coldly: If you were not bandits, you would naturally be clear about your innocence when you arrived at the door. When you are willing, you should join the army and be a civilian husband. The man should do his best and the woman should do her laundry and cook. It is also a business that she would not want to leave again.
The uncle of the Song family said with a sad face: Jun Ye, a group of old and young people, all hope that we will take care of each other. When they leave, they...
Baby nonsense! A soldier shouted angrily, and the blade swayed, and cut a piece of his face. He opened his flesh and blood, and if he didn't dare to go, he would be bandits!
Song Qing'er covered her mouth tightly with her hands, not daring to look out, nor dared to make a sound, but hoped that the group of cavalry would immediately get a car and run away as soon as they left.
But at this moment, she heard a cry that made her whole body feel as cold as falling into an ice cave.
Her sister Song Honger was taken care of by her clan uncle all the way. Seeing his skin on his face blooming, she ran over cryingly, hugged the soldier's legs and cried: Uncle is not a bandit, Uncle is really not a bandit! Wow AhAhAh...
The ragged men's clothing was covered in dust, but it couldn't hide the crying and softness. It sounded like a girl
The soldier's eyes lit up. He bent down and lowered his head. He grabbed Song Honger's hair, pulled it up and stared at her face, frowned and looked, and suddenly untied the water bag around his waist, opened the plug with his thumb, and fell on her face.
Oh, the handsome little girl, she said, "You are not bandits, can you afford to raise this beautiful kid in this remote countryside?
The soldier picked up the thin girl with one hand, waved his knife and patted her face, and said with a smile, "Are you the wife of the village robbed by this bandit?"
Song Qing'er grabbed the protective dagger hidden around her waist and wanted to climb out but moved her arm when she heard a scream.
She looked over and found that the clan uncle had been chopped to the ground, his right leg was bleeding, and he was wailing in the mud with pain.
Then, the leader slashed the blood-stained waist knife on the tree next to him and shouted: You have tied it up! There is something strange in this village, so you need to carefully investigate which one does not follow, and you will not be able to kill it!
Song Qing'er tightened all over and hurriedly climbed back from under the donkey cart. While there were still many legs blocking the front, she hurriedly entered the haystack beside the hut, not even her eyes were exposed, and she held her breath and shrank into a ball.
After a buzz, the sound gradually calmed down
The skinny dog who always asks for food and drink at the village entrance ran and barked endlessly, and was cut into two pieces with one knife.
In an instant, only Song Honger's sobs and the Song family's uncle's increasingly weak moans of pain
Song Hong'er was carried on her shoulders, wiped her tears, and looked at the man who was about to die on the ground, and couldn't help but cry again: Uncle... Woo... Save Uncle...
I see, this person may be the bandit leader. The leader walked around the tied villagers and suddenly pointed at the clan uncle on the ground, chopped it up, took it back for rewards.
The companions in the escape were begging one after another, and a few people even knelt on the ground.
But the kneeling man just knocked down his head, and with a puff, the painful moan stopped abruptly
The soldier wiped blood on Uncle Song's back clothes, bent down and picked up his head that was rolling down, and tied his hair next to his saddle.
The leader said coldly: The bandit leader has been killed. Do you accomplices still have to be stubborn and refuse to explain?
Uncle Tian looked at the rope in his hand and murmured: Jun Ye, is this... going to kill Liang and take credit?
Huh, it seems that this is also an old bandit leader
Before he finished speaking, the soldier next to him raised his sword and fell. Uncle Tian screamed and fell into a pool of blood.
It seems that the old man's head is not easy to deceive, and this white-haired head finally stayed on the corpse.
The leader inspected with a knife, his eyes were cold, and he slowly said: It was May. You don’t plow the fields or sow seeds, and you still call yourself refugees. I look at it, I’m afraid you have become a nest of bandits!
The villagers immediately knelt down one after another, shouting that they were wronged.
The leader was unmoved and snorted coldly, saying: I won’t compete with my brothers for this credit. Everyone knows what to do.
After saying that, he reached out to snatch the trembling Song Hong'er, walked to the tree beside with a grin, and swung her to the ground hard.
Song Hong'er hit the rough and hard old tree roots, covered her forehead with a whine, and shrank into a ball
The leader untied his belt and took it down, inserted the steel knife next to him, bent down and lifted her small feet that were not as long as her slap, grabbed the cloth pants and pulled them a lot.
Song Hong'er kicked her legs and was screaming and struggling. At this time, she heard the screams and blood scattered everywhere. She trembled and looked up. Among the 100 people tied together, the blockbuster was cut to death.
The heads tied one by one to the sides of the saddle, making your eyes hard to rest
Song Honger was shocked, and only her legs were left to kick her instinctively.
The leader was impatient and swung his palm out, slapped her in the face, making her neck tilt and she almost fainted.
He gasped and held his swollen cock into his messy pubic hair, squirted on the glans that was as big as a duck egg, spread Song Honger's slender and white legs apart, and pressed her against the slit of her pussy.
Song Honger is two years younger than her sister, she is just about to have a good body, her hair is not even growing in her private parts, and her fishy and tender slit is a slit. She can't even put her fingers in.
But the penis, which was more than two fingers wide, showed no mercy, instantly tore the virginity apart, forming a round, bloody hole.
AhAh! Song Hong'er screamed and screamed in a sarcasm. Her hands scratched and scratched the armor that was pressing over, and her nails were chopped a few times.
The leader had no chance to eat meat when he arrived from the princess. At this moment, he pressed the thin and slender beautiful girl, and was full of beastly nature. He grabbed the girl's wrists and pressed her to both sides. He lowered his head and bit her cold lips and sucked her.
Wooh! Wooh! Wooh! Wooh! Wooh! Wooh!
Song Hong'er's lower body was as if she was cut by a knife and axe, and she was in pain.
Her mouth was bitten through, and her mouth and nose were full of blood, and her eyes were blurred with tears, making her unable to tell whether she was still in the world or had already gone to the eighteen levels of hell.
The leader was fucked happily, and his subordinates were killed happily. In less than a moment, countless corpses fell from the village head, leaving only a few stupid women, kneeling or sitting, with no distraction in their eyes
Those who can be treated as bandits were beheaded, and those whose heads were not used, they cherished the blade and left all the corpses, but died slowly and kept crying.
Not all women can survive
When Heiwa was beheaded, Zhang Ersao had been killed by two knifes and her belly was broken.
The woman who the officers and soldiers looked down upon was also killed.
The remaining few are younger and look good
Keeping them alive is not for the sake of the superior
The leader was ejaculated and stood up panting, wiped his sweat and lifted his pants, walked towards the war horse, and waved his hand: Don't delay too long, the deputy general of the princess is a troublesome woman, so you can get less trouble
yes!
The soldiers could understand this and immediately rushed towards the women who were left behind like a mad tiger, and Song Honger, who was still lying naked on the edge of the tree roots.
Song Honger's virginity was ravaged and was broken. The vaginal laceration was hideous and almost connected to the anus. The small lip inside and outside of the tender walls were scratched, like a dead fish mouth, with a large opening, revealing the filthy and rich sperm that was still flowing slowly inside.
But firstly, she was born from a wealthy family and had a delicate skin, and was more seductive than a bitch in a brothel. She looked like her mother and had not yet grown up. Her eyebrows, eyes, nose and lips had already had a bit of a charm. Secondly, these armored people, like wolves and tigers, were very hungry for women, and there were several crude village women left behind, not to mention that this little beauty was just deflowered by the leader.
They fight together, so the girls naturally don't mind going together.
Four high-ranking soldiers took off their pants and surrounded Song Honger. They looked at each other and tacitly understood each other. They made a pair of punches, and in a blink of an eye, they decided to win and lose one after another.
The winner didn't bother. He squatted down and hugged Song Honger's legs. Taking advantage of the residual semen and turbid liquid, he tinkered her crotch with extremely slipperyness. He pushed her waist and fucked her butt to the bottom.
Song Hong'er sobbed and turned her head, only to regret why she didn't die yet
The Jiashi was very fast, and while thrusting hard, she tore her top and grabbed the breasts of the pigeon with both hands. In a blink of an eye, she slapped her half-hanging butt into a red color.
The living mouths left on the other side were stripped and knocked down. The soldiers took turns to vent their desires.
The remaining two women among the refugees went from begging to screaming, and then turned into sobs and sobbing.
But only they and Song Honger were crying
The remaining people in the village were lying on the ground and sticking out their butts like dogs. They knew that they would die after being fucked, but they still looked dull and looked dull.
It seems that for them, there is no big difference between living, dead, how to live, how to die
Song Honger's skin is white, her appearance is very beautiful, and her body is childish and not small and delicate. Even though her blood flows like cracks in the skin, the depths are still very compact, and she is not comparable to a woman who always does rough work.
So those who come here to insult her will be quicker to get ejaculated
The first round of the peasant woman's soldier is not at the end of her life, and the rotten cock beside the old tree root has already been replaced by the fourth one
Another soldier panted and shook his butt, making his scalp numb for him to pull away. A large piece of bloody semen was almost gushed out of the small hole.
Song Honger's nipples were pinched and swollen like red beans, her breasts were covered with tooth marks, and on the other side, she was bitten off by a sexually-prone stinging stinger, leaving only a blood scar slightly smaller than a copper coin.
Her face was swollen, and her crying stopped.
She was not far from the underworld, and she was even thinking about what Mengpo soup tasted and how much did she have to drink to forget what she had experienced before her death
But everything is not over
The rotation here is fast, so there are soldiers from other places who continue with a lewd smile.
The tender private parts were broken and swollen, swollen and broken, and the blood stained on the penis was gradually turning yellow
When a soldier squeezed his mouth and tried to knock off the teeth that were in trouble with a stone, the dying girl finally lost her last sanity and moaned and said what she had been forcing to say before.
Sister...Save me...Save me...
The soldier holding the stone was stunned, stood up suddenly, turned around and shouted: Big brother, this little girl has a sister!
Those who counted the heads, cut flesh on the thighs, stabbed the corpses one by one with a spear to ensure that there was no living mouth left, and those who fed the horse with torn skin, stopped the action.
The leader who had already gotten on his horse turned cold and jumped down again, and said in a deep voice: Search for me!
Hearing this sentence, Song Qing'er in the haystack felt exhausted all over. She took out a dagger and pointed it at her throat tremblingly.
But, she doesn't want to die
She tried her best to escape here alive. She was only sixteen years old. How could she have the courage to be self-destructive?
She suddenly resented her sister, and then she realized with grief that until this moment, she did not dare to hate the person she really should hate.
Those sharp steel knives seemed to have cut down something of her as a human being
The traces around the donkey cart were too obvious. Soon, the haystack was overturned, and the limp Song Qing'er was dragged into the group of soldiers.
A half of them were not wearing pants, with furry thighs and dirty penis that were exposed
Song Qing'er's dagger fell off and she was so scared that she peed
But she looked at the tree without breath, and she died with her eyes open, and she still forced herself to lie down, kneel down, begging: No... don't kill me, I... I'm willing to do anything...
The leader snorted, raised his legs and got on his horse, and asked: Are there anyone else who has lived happily?
The five soldiers raised their hands together and lowered their voices near the side: It looks like a young man, is it cheaper for them?
The leader seemed a little afraid of the deputy general of the Princess Sect and said: "Younger is not a chirp, it's also a slutty condom. You guys hurry up, everyone else finds some firewood. There is no need to keep this village. Before leaving, they burned the dead.
As soon as he finished speaking, a clear roar suddenly came from the nearby roof, and broke through the air like a dragon roar and rose up.
The soldiers pulled out their weapons one after another, surrounded the leader, and looked around.
Song Qing'er also raised her head tremblingly and looked at the place where the sound was made.
A handsome and fair-looking young man standing on the roof, wearing a gray cloth gown, standing with his hands behind his back
The whistle just now was that he raised his head and made it
In a blink of an eye, more than a dozen men and women in short costumes crossed the eaves and crossed the roof of the courtyard wall and rushed to the roof.
The young man who made a whistling sound looked around and said sadly: We are still one step late. Miss Ding, has your disciple been unpredictable?
Song Qing'er was overjoyed and rolled and ran to the woman in black among the group, shouting: Master! Help your life!
The woman holding a sharp sword was the hero who lived in the Song family and guided her martial arts skills.
She didn't know the master's real name, but only knew that others called her Ding Xiaoyao, saying that because her master's master was Zheng Lian, a famous water demon sword in the martial arts world.
The leader drew his sword in his hand and shouted: We are ordered by the princess to eliminate the bandits. Who are you? It is also the accomplices of these bandits!
Ding Xiaoyao fled to this point while protecting the Song family. Unconsciously, he regarded Qing'er and Hong'er as his sister, not to mention that Qing'er is her nominal apprentice. In the world, the master and apprentice are close relatives.
She saw Song Honger's naked body, whose eyes were red, and she spread her light skills and rushed straight, shouting angrily: Who am I? I am your grandmother!
Walking in the world is the first word, Ding Xiaoyao is extremely angry and kills him. A companion who came here can only follow him and has no time to take care of the purpose of gathering here.
Seeing that all the people coming from the martial arts world were all people, the leader secretly shouted "No," turned his horse's head and shouted: Stop them! I'll report the enemy's situation!
As soon as he slapped the horse's butt, he heard a cold snorkeling from behind him
The war horse under his crotch was neighing, but he couldn't make a step forward
The leader looked back in shock and saw that the handsome young man on the roof had arrived at his horse like a ghost. At this moment, he stretched out his palm, pinched one of the horse's hind legs, staring at him with a solemn face.
The soldiers around him were stunned and quickly slashed his sword and yelled angrily.
The young man stepped down with one foot, exhaled and opened his breath, thrust his palm across, and suddenly exerted force
The armored war horse, which was nearly a thousand pounds, whistled it out loud, and was swept it away like a weapon, knocking down all the soldiers around it, and then put it aside, and the leader who could not take off the kicksticks and smashed it on the wall of the house several feet away.
The martial arts people who came with Ding Xiaoyao are just second-rate masters, and it is not that easy to deal with the trained armored soldiers.
They were all afraid of attacking the imperial officers, and after they fought, they should have been difficult to solve the problem.
But I knew that the young man in gray shirt had excellent martial arts skills. With one move, the armored scholars were in chaos, and the morale of the world was immediately boosted.
However, the migrant state was named after the immigrants to exile prisoners. Most of the soldiers in the northern defense are afraid of death, and they have a fearsome and fierce aura.
Seeing that the leader was crushed by a horse, he couldn't get up, and none of the remaining soldiers fled. They fled in groups, avoiding the gray-clothed young men, and looking for the rest of the warriors who were not strong enough to surround and kill them.
When I saw this, I always wanted to kill one and kill two outlaws who had made a profit.
Unfortunately, with the gray-clothed young man, this group of vicious monsters will never be able to make a life.
His body shook and passed through the gap. He didn't see how he took action. Several soldiers fell from behind, bleeding from his mouth and nose, and died on the spot.
But in a moment, there were only one more than 30 soldiers left. The leader who was pressed by a horse was still alive.
The injured people searched for a clean corner to bandage. Song Qing'er, who was still in shock, followed the master closely and followed the young man to the leader's side.
You said, it was the princess who ordered you to come out to suppress the bandits, but Princess Min Jia, the number one general under the command of Dugu Sheng, the Iron Wall King, and the daughter of Min Lie, the North Defense Column?
The leader tried hard to pull his legs, but couldn't pull them out, and his face turned pale because of the pain. He forced himself to say: Since we know that we are doing business for Prince Min, we dare to take action. It seems that you are not a bandit party, but... a rebel who raises troops and causes chaos!
Min Jia was awarded the title of Princess and was given military power. How wise I think I am, Shenwu, it turns out that he is just a waste who is not strict in the command of the emperor and allows his subordinates to kill good people and take credit for his achievements.
The young man in gray sighed, his tone was quite disappointed
Bold! The leader shouted angrily, "If you are disrespectful to the princess, you have great skills and will kill you without a complete body!"
The young man in gray shook his head, raised his foot and stepped on the head's chest like walking
A series of muffled sounds were heard, and this kick was like passing through the chest, breaking the bones into the body, and stomping the two layers of skins in front and back straight to the ground
The leader opened his mouth wide and with a click, he coughed up a scarlet red wrapped in fragments of internal organs, and died on the spot.
He rubbed the blood stains of his boots on the horse corpse, turned to look at Ding Xiaoyao, and smiled: Miss Ding, are you trying to help Princess Min investigate the case of military rations being robbed?
Ding Xiaoyao opened her mouth, sighed, and said: There should be any misunderstandings among them... Although I have never seen Princess Min directly, I do recognize her subordinates. She is definitely not the one who indulged soldiers to do such evil deeds.
Then, should we go to the princess’ real subordinates to explain what happened here? I believe Miss Ding’s eyesight, and I also think that if Min Jia is so incompetent, the war in the north is tight, Prince Min should not arrange her in Fengkou Town.
Ding Xiaoyao nodded, hugged Song Qing'er who was still shaking beside her, with tears in her eyes. I also want to ask the princess for justice for the deceased here. By the way, Brother Yuan, this is the disciple I mentioned before. She has a good talent, but my skills are not good, which delayed her. Her surname is Song, and her name is Song Qing'er, and this is Brother Yuan.
Miss Song, below is Miss Ding's friend, my surname is Yuan, whose name is Zhongyi, and whose name is Zhixin
Yuan Zhongyi smiled and raised his hand, gently stroked Song Qing'er's head like a big brother, and said softly, "With me here, there will be no more trouble in the future."
Soldier disaster! There is a soldier disaster! Soldier disaster is coming!
The black and thin boy ran wildly, as if an invisible beast was following him, and he had opened his bloody mouth to him.
Outside the dilapidated thatched hut, Song Qing'er, who was feeding donkeys with dead grass, heard the shout and shook her whole body. She squatted down quickly and slapped a ball of black mud from the ground, smearing her face, which was almost gone, even more dirty.
She thought about it again, dug out another piece and held it in her hand, kicked open the door, and shouted inside: Hong'er! Come here, I'll wipe your face again!
Her hands were shaking violently, and the fear in her heart was as thick as a dark cloud covering the sun
The dark clouds have not yet dissipated. A drizzle that I had just been waiting for for a long time stopped this morning
The people of Xiaotianzhuang are just about to be energetic and make up for the farming work that has been delayed for too long.
The wars continue, and the Jiantiansi is in name only. The farmers in these remote areas should not be leap for eleven years of Deqi. It depends on God's face.
However, before the Cold Food Festival, locusts passed by, and there were no ten new seedlings in a radius of 10 miles. Since then, more than 70 days have passed, most of the Huo County has not fallen a drop of rain. Even the Yinma River, which has been feeding military and civilians in the migrant state for many years, can almost see the mud at the bottom of the river in the tributary north of Fankou Town.
The Central Plains are in turmoil, border defense is unstable, and the northern di in the outside world takes advantage of the situation. It is said that the pioneer has arrived on the banks of the Yinma River.
The current situation is internal and external troubles, and the people are struggling to survive, hoping to dig more food in the soil and sleep well.
The young man shouted at the silence of war. The Song sisters were trembling and hugging each other in the house. However, the local farmers in small farms all looked muddy.
There were once a hundred households and thousands of people living in this area. Traveling north for several miles, you can also see the remains of the market where many villages regularly communicated with each other.
Now, there are only more than a hundred old, weak, sick and disabled people left in the village, mixed with dozens of women and children. If you really go to sow seeds, you don’t know if you still have the life to survive and get a harvest.
Even the boy who was rushing to the death of war was not crazy and stupid, he would have been caught in Fengkou Town and sent a wooden gun to the north to fight the enemy.
Song Qing'er looked around and saw that the only young and strong people were refugees who fled from the northwest like two sisters.
The Song family was originally a big family, and it is said that their ancestors had military achievements.
During the Deqi period, the world was in chaos, so the elders in the family invited men and women to be masters to teach martial arts to the younger generation of the family. Women strengthened their bodies to prevent accidents. Men studied hard and practiced hard to serve the country.
The news became more and more unfair before the New Year. The Song family was also generous and won over a group of capable people. At the same time, they recruited local brave men and issued swords and guns, trying to keep the peace in the country.
At this moment, Song Qing'er and her sister were traveling here on a donkey cart, which is enough to show the result of the Song family.
Those who are not dead have escaped, panic
Every night after that, Song Qing'er would dream that a giant man riding a horse would walk with a knife, carrying her elder brother's bloody head and laughing loudly.
She was separated from her family and only had a few close relatives of her generation. She is also in Odazhuang now.
They had escaped far and reached the southeast of Huojun
Neither the county town nor the town of Wankou are allowed to enter, so they planned to rest here for two days, waiting for Song Qing'er's master to leave temporarily, discuss how to find the lost family and where to escape after finding it.
But after sleeping peacefully, I heard the news of the war again
Song Qing'er looked at an older clan uncle not far away and wanted to go over and ask if he wanted to go on the road and continue to escape.
If even a major area like Bankou Town is in trouble and disaster, the county city will probably not be able to escape. The six states in the north and north are rumored to be in the Longxing land of this dynasty, it should not be able to stay.
She just raised her weak feet, and behind the thin black boy, a short and strong woman ran over there.
The woman was so angry that she ran away. As soon as she followed the boy, she took off her mud-filled cloth shoes from her feet, slapped him twice, and roared: Calling your mother's pussy! Calling your mother's pussy!
The boy screamed and curled up, rolled on the ground, and said nothing more.
The woman raised her muddy feet, held the crooked tree beside her, and took a few breaths while putting on her shoes, straightened her breath, and said loudly: Don’t panic, it’s not a military disaster, it’s our great Guanghan’s man.
The villagers who surrounded him breathed a sigh of relief
An old man with a wooden stick walked out tremblingly, his white eyebrows frowned, staring at the trembling boy on the ground, and said: Zhang Ersan, how can Heiwa scare our own soldiers like this?
Zhang Ersan spat a thick phlegm on Heiwa, kicked him again, and shouted: Like his father, he saw a horse riding with a knife, and his crotch was so sexy that his grandmother's legs were timid. Mr. Tian was so cowardly that he didn't look like a cock. Don't panic. I heard from someone in a small party in Fengkou yesterday that Fengkou was very different. The court sent a powerful princess and came with elite soldiers and strong generals. He killed the Beidi barbarians and the military masters on the other side of He County immediately had eggs. He dared to fight out. A vendor beat him. My dear grandma, saying that there were dead horses and people everywhere, and the bloody lama Hu's head was rolling around.
The villagers around were trembling, and Song Qing'er was even more shocked. She was so scared that she couldn't stand steadily. She hurriedly stepped back, leaned against the wall, and hid behind the donkey.
Song Honger was very excited when she heard this. She followed her uncle in front of her family with her face covered in black mud.
Zhang Ersao was so good at speaking that her thick mouth flew up and down, and she brought out some drops from time to time. Heiwa was still sobbing on the ground, but no one paid attention to it.
Uncle Tian heard this for a while, with a puzzled look on his face, lifted his crutch and interrupted: Wait, wait a moment, second sister-in-law, the old man had been studying poetry and books for several years back then. If it were our own soldiers, why would they come to the south? Could it be... they are here to collect grain again?
As soon as these words came out, everyone around them changed color, and a few voices whispered and cursed quietly.
Zhang Ersao, who was covered with calluses, waved her palms horizontally. That's not, I can't ask. The princess's personal soldiers are not those bandit-like turtle grandsons. I heard from Master Ji that the princess sent Feng Wei and ordered the subordinates to suppress the bandits. What's the name... the rear of Anding
Uncle Tian stroked the sparse beard on his chin and his brows became tighter. But... we went to the south to the south and there were no deep mountains and forests. Recently, I have never heard of young people who had been in trouble with bandits and villages. All of them were requisitioned. We are the elderly, weak, women and children who want to rob the road, but we don’t have the ability.
I heard that someone had moved the military food...
Song Qing'er is very upset
She grabbed the reins of the donkey, thinking that she might as well take the car south and leave as soon as possible
But her master said she went to find friends in Jianghu to help her, and made an appointment to wait for her in this village. After leaving, the world will be vast and the world will never be seen again. Who should she and her sister rely on?
She was hesitating when she saw the dust and smoke rising in the north of the village, the sound of hooves was loud, and dozens of tall horses rushed over the fields that had not yet been sown.
The open space at the entrance of Xiaotianzhuang Village was not too large, so everyone hurriedly let it go to both sides so as not to be trampled by horses
Grandpa Bing’s war horse is very valuable, it’s better to just trample on the grass and people. If he sprained his hooves, he would have to pay the whole village.
Everyone was worried and watched. Soon, more than thirty soldiers came and shouted and stopped among the crowd.
Thirty armored men followed a strong leader to lift his feet and stepped on the ground with a piece of mud and water.
The leader looked around with gloomy eyes and said hoarsely: Who is the Li Zheng here?
Mr. Tian staggered forward two steps and said with a smile: When you say that Jun Ye, he was my incompetent child, and he still had the strength to do it. Last year, he joined the army and served the country to the country. Now it is an old man. I have seen me read for a few years. My old eyes are not too dazed. I can read it to everyone.
The leader choked and pulled the knife into his hand, and said coldly: Do you know the trouble of bandits nearby?
The military man calmed down. The grass people really didn't know that this year was a locust plague and drought. The farmers were worried about how to dig food from the soil all day long. They didn't bother to inquire about the outside. We all thought about planting the fields early, so that we would not miss the autumn to hand over the food to the military man.
The rations were robbed this time. The leader snorted and looked at the young and strong men and women in the crowd, saying, "Why don't these people look like they can't eat enough?"
The uncle of the Song family hurried forward and said, "Mr. Jun., we fled to the northwest. The county town and the bankou were not allowed to enter, so we were bothering here for a night. We were not from the village."
The leader rolled his eyes and sneered, "I'm not from the village, so who knows you guys, are you ghosts or bandits? Come on Ah, tie them up first."
Everyone who fled here changed their faces drastically, and Song Qing'er shrank even more frightened and hid under the donkey cart.
Jun Ye, wrongly accused Jun Ye!
A dozen men and women who walked together begged loudly and looked at the surrounding villagers.
Uncle Tian lowered his head and sighed. Zhang Ersao, who had been blowing her mouth, also stood behind the tree with her neck shrank.
Everyone is like a clay sculpture
In a blink of an eye, more than ten people were tied into a string of numb ropes. It was obviously not the first time these soldiers did something similar. They specifically picked out young and strong enough, and the young and old among the fugitives turned a blind eye.
The leader walked by the side of the crowd, waved his knife and patted his thighs, and said coldly: If you were not bandits, you would naturally be clear about your innocence when you arrived at the door. When you are willing, you should join the army and be a civilian husband. The man should do his best and the woman should do her laundry and cook. It is also a business that she would not want to leave again.
The uncle of the Song family said with a sad face: Jun Ye, a group of old and young people, all hope that we will take care of each other. When they leave, they...
Baby nonsense! A soldier shouted angrily, and the blade swayed, and cut a piece of his face. He opened his flesh and blood, and if he didn't dare to go, he would be bandits!
Song Qing'er covered her mouth tightly with her hands, not daring to look out, nor dared to make a sound, but hoped that the group of cavalry would immediately get a car and run away as soon as they left.
But at this moment, she heard a cry that made her whole body feel as cold as falling into an ice cave.
Her sister Song Honger was taken care of by her clan uncle all the way. Seeing his skin on his face blooming, she ran over cryingly, hugged the soldier's legs and cried: Uncle is not a bandit, Uncle is really not a bandit! Wow AhAhAh...
The ragged men's clothing was covered in dust, but it couldn't hide the crying and softness. It sounded like a girl
The soldier's eyes lit up. He bent down and lowered his head. He grabbed Song Honger's hair, pulled it up and stared at her face, frowned and looked, and suddenly untied the water bag around his waist, opened the plug with his thumb, and fell on her face.
Oh, the handsome little girl, she said, "You are not bandits, can you afford to raise this beautiful kid in this remote countryside?
The soldier picked up the thin girl with one hand, waved his knife and patted her face, and said with a smile, "Are you the wife of the village robbed by this bandit?"
Song Qing'er grabbed the protective dagger hidden around her waist and wanted to climb out but moved her arm when she heard a scream.
She looked over and found that the clan uncle had been chopped to the ground, his right leg was bleeding, and he was wailing in the mud with pain.
Then, the leader slashed the blood-stained waist knife on the tree next to him and shouted: You have tied it up! There is something strange in this village, so you need to carefully investigate which one does not follow, and you will not be able to kill it!
Song Qing'er tightened all over and hurriedly climbed back from under the donkey cart. While there were still many legs blocking the front, she hurriedly entered the haystack beside the hut, not even her eyes were exposed, and she held her breath and shrank into a ball.
After a buzz, the sound gradually calmed down
The skinny dog who always asks for food and drink at the village entrance ran and barked endlessly, and was cut into two pieces with one knife.
In an instant, only Song Honger's sobs and the Song family's uncle's increasingly weak moans of pain
Song Hong'er was carried on her shoulders, wiped her tears, and looked at the man who was about to die on the ground, and couldn't help but cry again: Uncle... Woo... Save Uncle...
I see, this person may be the bandit leader. The leader walked around the tied villagers and suddenly pointed at the clan uncle on the ground, chopped it up, took it back for rewards.
The companions in the escape were begging one after another, and a few people even knelt on the ground.
But the kneeling man just knocked down his head, and with a puff, the painful moan stopped abruptly
The soldier wiped blood on Uncle Song's back clothes, bent down and picked up his head that was rolling down, and tied his hair next to his saddle.
The leader said coldly: The bandit leader has been killed. Do you accomplices still have to be stubborn and refuse to explain?
Uncle Tian looked at the rope in his hand and murmured: Jun Ye, is this... going to kill Liang and take credit?
Huh, it seems that this is also an old bandit leader
Before he finished speaking, the soldier next to him raised his sword and fell. Uncle Tian screamed and fell into a pool of blood.
It seems that the old man's head is not easy to deceive, and this white-haired head finally stayed on the corpse.
The leader inspected with a knife, his eyes were cold, and he slowly said: It was May. You don’t plow the fields or sow seeds, and you still call yourself refugees. I look at it, I’m afraid you have become a nest of bandits!
The villagers immediately knelt down one after another, shouting that they were wronged.
The leader was unmoved and snorted coldly, saying: I won’t compete with my brothers for this credit. Everyone knows what to do.
After saying that, he reached out to snatch the trembling Song Hong'er, walked to the tree beside with a grin, and swung her to the ground hard.
Song Hong'er hit the rough and hard old tree roots, covered her forehead with a whine, and shrank into a ball
The leader untied his belt and took it down, inserted the steel knife next to him, bent down and lifted her small feet that were not as long as her slap, grabbed the cloth pants and pulled them a lot.
Song Hong'er kicked her legs and was screaming and struggling. At this time, she heard the screams and blood scattered everywhere. She trembled and looked up. Among the 100 people tied together, the blockbuster was cut to death.
The heads tied one by one to the sides of the saddle, making your eyes hard to rest
Song Honger was shocked, and only her legs were left to kick her instinctively.
The leader was impatient and swung his palm out, slapped her in the face, making her neck tilt and she almost fainted.
He gasped and held his swollen cock into his messy pubic hair, squirted on the glans that was as big as a duck egg, spread Song Honger's slender and white legs apart, and pressed her against the slit of her pussy.
Song Honger is two years younger than her sister, she is just about to have a good body, her hair is not even growing in her private parts, and her fishy and tender slit is a slit. She can't even put her fingers in.
But the penis, which was more than two fingers wide, showed no mercy, instantly tore the virginity apart, forming a round, bloody hole.
AhAh! Song Hong'er screamed and screamed in a sarcasm. Her hands scratched and scratched the armor that was pressing over, and her nails were chopped a few times.
The leader had no chance to eat meat when he arrived from the princess. At this moment, he pressed the thin and slender beautiful girl, and was full of beastly nature. He grabbed the girl's wrists and pressed her to both sides. He lowered his head and bit her cold lips and sucked her.
Wooh! Wooh! Wooh! Wooh! Wooh! Wooh!
Song Hong'er's lower body was as if she was cut by a knife and axe, and she was in pain.
Her mouth was bitten through, and her mouth and nose were full of blood, and her eyes were blurred with tears, making her unable to tell whether she was still in the world or had already gone to the eighteen levels of hell.
The leader was fucked happily, and his subordinates were killed happily. In less than a moment, countless corpses fell from the village head, leaving only a few stupid women, kneeling or sitting, with no distraction in their eyes
Those who can be treated as bandits were beheaded, and those whose heads were not used, they cherished the blade and left all the corpses, but died slowly and kept crying.
Not all women can survive
When Heiwa was beheaded, Zhang Ersao had been killed by two knifes and her belly was broken.
The woman who the officers and soldiers looked down upon was also killed.
The remaining few are younger and look good
Keeping them alive is not for the sake of the superior
The leader was ejaculated and stood up panting, wiped his sweat and lifted his pants, walked towards the war horse, and waved his hand: Don't delay too long, the deputy general of the princess is a troublesome woman, so you can get less trouble
yes!
The soldiers could understand this and immediately rushed towards the women who were left behind like a mad tiger, and Song Honger, who was still lying naked on the edge of the tree roots.
Song Honger's virginity was ravaged and was broken. The vaginal laceration was hideous and almost connected to the anus. The small lip inside and outside of the tender walls were scratched, like a dead fish mouth, with a large opening, revealing the filthy and rich sperm that was still flowing slowly inside.
But firstly, she was born from a wealthy family and had a delicate skin, and was more seductive than a bitch in a brothel. She looked like her mother and had not yet grown up. Her eyebrows, eyes, nose and lips had already had a bit of a charm. Secondly, these armored people, like wolves and tigers, were very hungry for women, and there were several crude village women left behind, not to mention that this little beauty was just deflowered by the leader.
They fight together, so the girls naturally don't mind going together.
Four high-ranking soldiers took off their pants and surrounded Song Honger. They looked at each other and tacitly understood each other. They made a pair of punches, and in a blink of an eye, they decided to win and lose one after another.
The winner didn't bother. He squatted down and hugged Song Honger's legs. Taking advantage of the residual semen and turbid liquid, he tinkered her crotch with extremely slipperyness. He pushed her waist and fucked her butt to the bottom.
Song Hong'er sobbed and turned her head, only to regret why she didn't die yet
The Jiashi was very fast, and while thrusting hard, she tore her top and grabbed the breasts of the pigeon with both hands. In a blink of an eye, she slapped her half-hanging butt into a red color.
The living mouths left on the other side were stripped and knocked down. The soldiers took turns to vent their desires.
The remaining two women among the refugees went from begging to screaming, and then turned into sobs and sobbing.
But only they and Song Honger were crying
The remaining people in the village were lying on the ground and sticking out their butts like dogs. They knew that they would die after being fucked, but they still looked dull and looked dull.
It seems that for them, there is no big difference between living, dead, how to live, how to die
Song Honger's skin is white, her appearance is very beautiful, and her body is childish and not small and delicate. Even though her blood flows like cracks in the skin, the depths are still very compact, and she is not comparable to a woman who always does rough work.
So those who come here to insult her will be quicker to get ejaculated
The first round of the peasant woman's soldier is not at the end of her life, and the rotten cock beside the old tree root has already been replaced by the fourth one
Another soldier panted and shook his butt, making his scalp numb for him to pull away. A large piece of bloody semen was almost gushed out of the small hole.
Song Honger's nipples were pinched and swollen like red beans, her breasts were covered with tooth marks, and on the other side, she was bitten off by a sexually-prone stinging stinger, leaving only a blood scar slightly smaller than a copper coin.
Her face was swollen, and her crying stopped.
She was not far from the underworld, and she was even thinking about what Mengpo soup tasted and how much did she have to drink to forget what she had experienced before her death
But everything is not over
The rotation here is fast, so there are soldiers from other places who continue with a lewd smile.
The tender private parts were broken and swollen, swollen and broken, and the blood stained on the penis was gradually turning yellow
When a soldier squeezed his mouth and tried to knock off the teeth that were in trouble with a stone, the dying girl finally lost her last sanity and moaned and said what she had been forcing to say before.
Sister...Save me...Save me...
The soldier holding the stone was stunned, stood up suddenly, turned around and shouted: Big brother, this little girl has a sister!
Those who counted the heads, cut flesh on the thighs, stabbed the corpses one by one with a spear to ensure that there was no living mouth left, and those who fed the horse with torn skin, stopped the action.
The leader who had already gotten on his horse turned cold and jumped down again, and said in a deep voice: Search for me!
Hearing this sentence, Song Qing'er in the haystack felt exhausted all over. She took out a dagger and pointed it at her throat tremblingly.
But, she doesn't want to die
She tried her best to escape here alive. She was only sixteen years old. How could she have the courage to be self-destructive?
She suddenly resented her sister, and then she realized with grief that until this moment, she did not dare to hate the person she really should hate.
Those sharp steel knives seemed to have cut down something of her as a human being
The traces around the donkey cart were too obvious. Soon, the haystack was overturned, and the limp Song Qing'er was dragged into the group of soldiers.
A half of them were not wearing pants, with furry thighs and dirty penis that were exposed
Song Qing'er's dagger fell off and she was so scared that she peed
But she looked at the tree without breath, and she died with her eyes open, and she still forced herself to lie down, kneel down, begging: No... don't kill me, I... I'm willing to do anything...
The leader snorted, raised his legs and got on his horse, and asked: Are there anyone else who has lived happily?
The five soldiers raised their hands together and lowered their voices near the side: It looks like a young man, is it cheaper for them?
The leader seemed a little afraid of the deputy general of the Princess Sect and said: "Younger is not a chirp, it's also a slutty condom. You guys hurry up, everyone else finds some firewood. There is no need to keep this village. Before leaving, they burned the dead.
As soon as he finished speaking, a clear roar suddenly came from the nearby roof, and broke through the air like a dragon roar and rose up.
The soldiers pulled out their weapons one after another, surrounded the leader, and looked around.
Song Qing'er also raised her head tremblingly and looked at the place where the sound was made.
A handsome and fair-looking young man standing on the roof, wearing a gray cloth gown, standing with his hands behind his back
The whistle just now was that he raised his head and made it
In a blink of an eye, more than a dozen men and women in short costumes crossed the eaves and crossed the roof of the courtyard wall and rushed to the roof.
The young man who made a whistling sound looked around and said sadly: We are still one step late. Miss Ding, has your disciple been unpredictable?
Song Qing'er was overjoyed and rolled and ran to the woman in black among the group, shouting: Master! Help your life!
The woman holding a sharp sword was the hero who lived in the Song family and guided her martial arts skills.
She didn't know the master's real name, but only knew that others called her Ding Xiaoyao, saying that because her master's master was Zheng Lian, a famous water demon sword in the martial arts world.
The leader drew his sword in his hand and shouted: We are ordered by the princess to eliminate the bandits. Who are you? It is also the accomplices of these bandits!
Ding Xiaoyao fled to this point while protecting the Song family. Unconsciously, he regarded Qing'er and Hong'er as his sister, not to mention that Qing'er is her nominal apprentice. In the world, the master and apprentice are close relatives.
She saw Song Honger's naked body, whose eyes were red, and she spread her light skills and rushed straight, shouting angrily: Who am I? I am your grandmother!
Walking in the world is the first word, Ding Xiaoyao is extremely angry and kills him. A companion who came here can only follow him and has no time to take care of the purpose of gathering here.
Seeing that all the people coming from the martial arts world were all people, the leader secretly shouted "No," turned his horse's head and shouted: Stop them! I'll report the enemy's situation!
As soon as he slapped the horse's butt, he heard a cold snorkeling from behind him
The war horse under his crotch was neighing, but he couldn't make a step forward
The leader looked back in shock and saw that the handsome young man on the roof had arrived at his horse like a ghost. At this moment, he stretched out his palm, pinched one of the horse's hind legs, staring at him with a solemn face.
The soldiers around him were stunned and quickly slashed his sword and yelled angrily.
The young man stepped down with one foot, exhaled and opened his breath, thrust his palm across, and suddenly exerted force
The armored war horse, which was nearly a thousand pounds, whistled it out loud, and was swept it away like a weapon, knocking down all the soldiers around it, and then put it aside, and the leader who could not take off the kicksticks and smashed it on the wall of the house several feet away.
The martial arts people who came with Ding Xiaoyao are just second-rate masters, and it is not that easy to deal with the trained armored soldiers.
They were all afraid of attacking the imperial officers, and after they fought, they should have been difficult to solve the problem.
But I knew that the young man in gray shirt had excellent martial arts skills. With one move, the armored scholars were in chaos, and the morale of the world was immediately boosted.
However, the migrant state was named after the immigrants to exile prisoners. Most of the soldiers in the northern defense are afraid of death, and they have a fearsome and fierce aura.
Seeing that the leader was crushed by a horse, he couldn't get up, and none of the remaining soldiers fled. They fled in groups, avoiding the gray-clothed young men, and looking for the rest of the warriors who were not strong enough to surround and kill them.
When I saw this, I always wanted to kill one and kill two outlaws who had made a profit.
Unfortunately, with the gray-clothed young man, this group of vicious monsters will never be able to make a life.
His body shook and passed through the gap. He didn't see how he took action. Several soldiers fell from behind, bleeding from his mouth and nose, and died on the spot.
But in a moment, there were only one more than 30 soldiers left. The leader who was pressed by a horse was still alive.
The injured people searched for a clean corner to bandage. Song Qing'er, who was still in shock, followed the master closely and followed the young man to the leader's side.
You said, it was the princess who ordered you to come out to suppress the bandits, but Princess Min Jia, the number one general under the command of Dugu Sheng, the Iron Wall King, and the daughter of Min Lie, the North Defense Column?
The leader tried hard to pull his legs, but couldn't pull them out, and his face turned pale because of the pain. He forced himself to say: Since we know that we are doing business for Prince Min, we dare to take action. It seems that you are not a bandit party, but... a rebel who raises troops and causes chaos!
Min Jia was awarded the title of Princess and was given military power. How wise I think I am, Shenwu, it turns out that he is just a waste who is not strict in the command of the emperor and allows his subordinates to kill good people and take credit for his achievements.
The young man in gray sighed, his tone was quite disappointed
Bold! The leader shouted angrily, "If you are disrespectful to the princess, you have great skills and will kill you without a complete body!"
The young man in gray shook his head, raised his foot and stepped on the head's chest like walking
A series of muffled sounds were heard, and this kick was like passing through the chest, breaking the bones into the body, and stomping the two layers of skins in front and back straight to the ground
The leader opened his mouth wide and with a click, he coughed up a scarlet red wrapped in fragments of internal organs, and died on the spot.
He rubbed the blood stains of his boots on the horse corpse, turned to look at Ding Xiaoyao, and smiled: Miss Ding, are you trying to help Princess Min investigate the case of military rations being robbed?
Ding Xiaoyao opened her mouth, sighed, and said: There should be any misunderstandings among them... Although I have never seen Princess Min directly, I do recognize her subordinates. She is definitely not the one who indulged soldiers to do such evil deeds.
Then, should we go to the princess’ real subordinates to explain what happened here? I believe Miss Ding’s eyesight, and I also think that if Min Jia is so incompetent, the war in the north is tight, Prince Min should not arrange her in Fengkou Town.
Ding Xiaoyao nodded, hugged Song Qing'er who was still shaking beside her, with tears in her eyes. I also want to ask the princess for justice for the deceased here. By the way, Brother Yuan, this is the disciple I mentioned before. She has a good talent, but my skills are not good, which delayed her. Her surname is Song, and her name is Song Qing'er, and this is Brother Yuan.
Miss Song, below is Miss Ding's friend, my surname is Yuan, whose name is Zhongyi, and whose name is Zhixin
Yuan Zhongyi smiled and raised his hand, gently stroked Song Qing'er's head like a big brother, and said softly, "With me here, there will be no more trouble in the future."
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