v7 Chapter 2： Five in the snow

The rolling mountains are soaring and steep, straight up into the sky, and the Qinghe River at the foot of the mountain winds like a dragon. The heavy snow flew across the sky, covering the sky, and the mountains and forests in the wide valleys covered the mountains with a clear view, the mountain wind howling and the cold biting.

The ground area is three feet in snow, the frost of the rocks is cracked, the birds are extinct, and the beasts are nowhere to be found.

This is Hexi.

——This is the view of the Central Plains. In fact, there is no shortage of people in Hexi. Since the chaos of the Central Plains in the late Han Dynasty, there have been countless people who have escaped from the military disaster in Hexi.

During the period of the Wuhu chaos, it was even more culturally prosperous. Its style of writing was strong and vigorous, and it was much stronger than the softness and weakness of the Eastern Jin Dynasty.

So that no matter who occupies the North and Central Plains, a large number of people will be sent to Hexi to transport those who have learned to the jurisdiction, such as the Northern Wei Emperor Xiaowen Tuobahong, the former Qin Emperor Ji Jian.

To this day, the ethnic groups of Hexi are mixed, and Han people are the main group. Zhang Yichao overcame the Hexi Eleven Prefectures, and after presenting plans to the imperial court, officials visited the states such as Sha and Gua and saw that "everyone wears Chinese clothing."

It was the Han people who developed Hexi from generation to generation, making the barren land a livable place.

However, in such a place, the current owner is not Han, but Tubo.

In front of a snow-covered birch forest, a group of people walked on the gentle slopes against the wind and snow, and the footprints behind them stretched out along the river. There is no end in the white world.

They have five people. An old man with arms folded, a fat man, a beauty with a sword in hand, plus two teenagers. Whether it is an old man or a child, rushing in such an environment is far from difficult.

"Master, we have been gone for five days. When is it going to go?" Asked a snoring voice.

"Another day and a half will reach Luzhou. If you are lucky enough, you may see the village today without sleeping outside." A slightly older voice answered without emotion.

"It's a day and a half ..." The first person to speak gave a desperate misery.

"Huh! It's only been a few days before you can't stand it? The two little guys behind didn't say a word, and you talked a lot on this way!" The old man exasperated.

"Master, but why do we walk in the wild? Want to go to Quzhou and just fly over?"

"Shut up! No matter what, the old man pumps you!"

"Sister ..."

"To shut up!"

No one spoke anymore, and the team continued on their way.

Until they finally found themselves in the white world, there was smoke rising in the valley not far ahead.

"Someone! Someone has a sister, let's hurry up!"

There are more than 20 families in the river valley. This is already a very large village in the Hexi Africa city zone, which is far from the state and county towns. In such a quiet winter, the villagers in the village did not enjoy the peace they deserved.

They were concentrated in the open space of the village, surrounded by the fierce Tubo soldiers. The huge bonfire in front of them was grilling the few sheep in the village, and the smoke was rising.

A Tibetan man in his thirties, sitting in front of a fire with a golden sword, biting a leg of lamb in his mouth, and occasionally glanced at a few villagers in front of him with fear, bloodthirsty and cruel light shining in his eyes.

Look at the material of his armor, he should have a high status in the army.

His name was Chansi fever.

After he tapped the meat knife in his hand a few times, several young girls in the crowd were pulled out with a smirk and rudely, and dropped in front of his feet.

Seeing this scene, some young men among the villagers were furious and wanted to rush out with red eyes. Most of the men in the village lived on hunting, and they did not lack courage. Insulted by a Tubo, how can these Hanjiaerlang bear?

With a bang, the meat-cutting knife in Shang Xire's hand pinched the eyebrow of the fastest man.

The man's body flew out and fell in the crowd, his limbs twitched twice and there was no movement.

For a while, the crowd exploded, mourning and mourning were endless. The other men saw no fear, but acted faster, snarled a few times, raised their fists and reached Shangxi to warm up.

Shangxi fever didn't get up, didn't look at these men, there was a look of disdain in his eyes, and he didn't see any action. His feet suddenly rose, and the white snow stormed around him, covering the men!

In a short time, the blood flashed in the snow, and the sound was screaming and screaming. Several men flew out in response!

When they fell to the ground, they were already covered with blood and their bodies could only spasm and they could no longer move. But they did not die immediately. The pain caused them to twist their faces, and their eyes were full of unwilling anger and hatred.

Others glared angrily at Shangxi, but for a while they did not rush out. They knew very well that they could only be killed if they rushed out. In Hexi, bravery and bravery are useless. Only by saving their lives can they have the chance of revenge in the future.

Sangxi stood up slowly, glanced at the crowd with a disdainful glance, and said in a half-familiar Mandarin: "Sometime ago, the general expeditioned to Longzhou, where many Han people were killed and recaptured. With hundreds of slaves, it was a glorious moment. It is a pity that you did not see it. Tell you that the Han land will eventually belong to the Tubo warriors. The men and women of the Han are destined to become slaves of the Tubo warriors!

"But when General Ben returned, I heard that several Han Chinese have recently killed the heroic and noble Tibetan monks in Weizhou. Many people have died in their hands! Hmm, they did not meet them when they returned. Their luck! Otherwise, they are dead without corpses!

"General Ben came here today to kill everyone in your village so that the Han people know that the heroic and noble Tubo warriors must not be provoked! If they have the courage, let them come to Luzhou City to find me, bravely And the wise Shangxi fever! "

It took more than three times as much to stumble.

After saying these words, Shang Xire's face even appeared glorious, stretched out his hands and looked up at the sky, and said with a chanting voice: "Great Luna, let this snowstorm be more violent, OK Spread the blood of these stupid and timid Han Chinese farther ... "

He murmured again in the Tubo language, and finally folded his hands on his chest, closed his eyes, and looked like he was communicating with the gods.

And his subordinates have raised their longbow and crossbow, aiming at the detained crowd!

Shang Xire waited for a moment, but the snoring sound of bows and arrows did not sound. This made him extremely dissatisfied. His soldiers were all elites. When did he not understand his orders?

He opened his eyes in annoyance, and began to reprimand his soldiers. However, his mouth was already open, but not only did not make a sound, but he could not close it, his eyes were full of hell.

Around him, more than one hundred fierce soldiers he brought, no one was standing, all of them fell in the snow, and fell into a pool of blood.

Some of them were cut off, and the dirty maggots were streaming out, looking horrible!

Shang Xire thought it was an illusion. He shook his head and opened his eyes to take a closer look, but the situation remained unchanged. This made him terrified. Who was it that would kill his soldiers silently in such a short period of time? !!

Don't ask this question.

Because he saw five people in addition to the villagers who were surprised and surprised.

A fat man, a stunning beauty, a dark-skinned teenager, a young girl carrying a machete like a door panel, and an old priest standing far behind.

These people all looked at him.

Five pairs of eyes, but the same look.

This look made Shangxi tremble with heat, making a strange noise in his throat.

That was the look at the dead.

"You ... who are you?" The thick, **** smell in the air made Shanxi's scalp numb. This was his most accustomed and favorite taste, but when these tastes emanated from his ministry, it was completely intolerable.

"The Tubo people in Weizhou just died in our hands. I just heard that you want to find us? Now that we are here, why don't you pull the sword?" It is not the old Taoist nor the stunning beauty, but the hand held Girl with machete.

She had cat-eye-like eyes, originally extremely agile, crystal clear, and beautiful, but at the moment seemed extremely permeating, because it was full of murderousness.

Shangxi opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything except the rattling sound.

The girl's eyes narrowed, and the coldness became even worse.

She started to go to Shangxi fever: "As a warrior, I didn't kill enemies who couldn't pull the sword. But now, I'm impatient. Remember my name-hearing my name is your greatest glory in this life ! "

The words went down, and Dao Guang had come to Shang Xire!

Shang Xizhen swears that he has never seen such a fast and sharp sword in his life!

He had no time to stand in front of him with a sword, and his arm felt an unbearable severe pain, and then the blood mist hit him, his body flew upside down, and smashed into a big tree two feet away. On the white snow splattered.

His knife-holding hand was even fleshy with bones, bursting all the way to his shoulders!

The flesh and blood at the fracture of the shoulder was blurred, and bones were dense.

The big tree that was embraced by the two behind him was broken, so his spine also broke.

Chansi fever was not dead.

But he wanted to die immediately.

Only death can no longer endure great physical pain.

It's a pity that the girl with her hair ponytailed did not come to end his pain. She put away the knife and helped the frightened village aunts.

The dark-skinned teenager, with a disdainful glance passing through the blood, and having no human pain, was still glancing like a glimpse of a fly. But when he looked at the girl, he smiled flatteringly, "Wenwen, you haven't told him your name yet!"

The girl glared at him, "How many times did you say that you shouldn't call me Wenwen! As for him, I changed my mind. He was too weak to know my name."

After hearing this, Shangxi Fever would wipe his neck if it wasn't for the whole body.

Among the villagers' gratitude, the old Taoist priest came to the **** young men and leaned down to treat them.

"Dao ... Dao, do they still have help?" The old village chief asked the old Taoist with a trembling voice.

The old priest turned his head and smiled at him kindly: "As long as we don't lose our breath, we can save it."

After thanking the old village chief for all his thanks, he suddenly remained silent for a while, then his eyes brightened and asked: "The old man heard that this time the Tibetan barbarians invaded Guanzhong, but because of the Tibetan nobles of Wei and Qin, they were killed by several monks. But they couldn't do anything about it and had to advance the class ... dare to ask, those Tubo nobles that you killed? "

The old priest buried his head to heal someone, and when he heard this, he didn't look up: "It's us."

"Dare to ask Dao and the names of the heroes?"

"It's not a hero.

"Su Emei."

"Wei Xiaozhuang."

"Liu Xiaohei."

"Li Wenwen."

"Well, Wenwen, when did you change to your Highness's last name?"

"I want you to control!"