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"General, there are too many Huns, we won't be able to stop them!"
Sima Lie was covered in blood, and the enemy's blood was smeared on his face. His original skin color was now almost invisible.
"We must block it even if we can't! Tell the brothers, we must hold on until dark no matter what! After dark, we will break out!"
Although the sun in the sky has begun to dim, the thousands of soldiers under Wang Chong's command have long been exhausted. From morning to now, they have only had time to chew some dried meat on horseback and drink some water from the water bag. cold water.
The name Xiao Muyu sounds very poetic. No matter who hears this name, they will instinctively feel that it is the name of a romantic and talented person.
"However, he is a dark and thin boy. Not to mention literary and romantic, he does not know more than a hundred Chinese characters in total.
He is a descendant of the Qin army, and his mother is also a daughter of the Han family. She was originally captured by the Huns and brought to the grassland. When the Huns were about to rape her, she was rescued by his father.
Later, he was born, but when his mother was just pregnant with him, his father was killed on a battlefield.
He died on the battlefield before he could even make it home. It was indeed a happy thing for the man to be buried in horse leather, but it was a pity for an orphan and a widowed mother.
The stubborn mother gritted her teeth and gave birth to him, and raised him with difficulty by herself. Even in the Qin Army's garrison, she had to obtain the necessities of life by herself.
My mother came from a wealthy family, but in the end she could only be like a Huns, herding cattle and sheep on the grassland every day.
Without a man, one can imagine how difficult life would be on the grassland. Fortunately, with the help of many of his father's former friends, he grew up smoothly.
When he was eight years old, his mother named him Xiao Muyu, hoping that he would be able to escape this kind of life when he grew up.
"You can be a literati who can write and write, but all this seems so ridiculous on the grassland.
Because of this name, he was laughed at by his peers since he was a child. Everyone called him a sissy. Amid everyone's sarcasm, he wanted to change his name more than once. Even something like a tiger or a leopard would be better than this!
However, his mother, who had always been weak, gave him a severe lesson. However, after she beat him, she hugged him and cried.
At that time, he didn¡¯t understand why. He just simply didn¡¯t want to see his mother cry. Maybe it was because the genes from his father were too strong, and he was born to like to wield swords and guns.
In the twelfth lunar month of winter, watching the soldiers of the Qin army drill, he could huddle in a haystack for a whole day, until the biting cold wind almost froze him to death in the middle of the night
Since he was thirteen years old, his mother could not defeat him, so she could only ask his father's old friend to teach him martial arts and teach him how to use swords, guns and sticks. She cried while watching him wield swords and guns.
She understood that there was nothing she could do. It was his fate to fight on the battlefield. He kept struggling in the killing, killing enemies one after another, and finally, one day, he was killed by a certain Huns
Although he is dark and thin, he is already an experienced scout. Unfortunately, there are Huns everywhere today, and there is no room for scouts to show their abilities.
They can only kill one enemy after another with red eyes like beasts on this flesh and blood battlefield, or be killed by others
His arms had no feeling, and his legs were tied together with ropes and stirrups. This was very dangerous, but it was the guarantee that he could survive until now.
Of course, he is lucky. This big green horse that has grown up with him is still standing even though it keeps spraying white foam from its mouth.
¡°I don¡¯t know why, but Xiao Muyu, who has always liked killing and battlefields, suddenly felt like vomiting. There were too many dead and injured people nearby, and the whines of war horses and the screams of humans were everywhere.
On such a battlefield, being injured and falling off your horse means death. No matter the enemy or one of your own, no one dares to stop the horse. Even if there is an injured comrade at his feet, the most they can do is simply avoid it.
Most of the time, we can only grit our teeth and just ride on
The brutal war has been going on, and neither side has time to collect the bodies of the wounded and dead. In the air, the unique grass smell of the grassland is mixed with the smell of human blood and the body fluids of war horses.
That smell made Xiao Muyu retching for a while. He just wanted to escape from the battlefield. However, looking around, there were Huns wielding swords and guns everywhere. There was no way to escape
A Huns screamed strangely and charged towards Xiao Muyu while waving a scimitar. He subconsciously clapped his horse forward, trampled on the corpse under his feet, and responded directly with the knight's sword in his hand.
"Pfft¡ª¡ª"
The two sides passed each other, Xiao Muyu's movements were a little out of shape, he couldn't lift his arm, and the sword that was supposed to hit the neck was half a foot short, and hit the man's right arm directly.
"ah¡ª¡ª"
The arm still holding the scimitar suddenly flew up, and then fell heavily to the ground. After losing one arm, the Huns screamed and lost their balance.
In the end, he accidentally fell to the ground. Then, several Huns cavalry passed by behind him, and the iron hoofs of the war horses trampled on him mercilessly.
He only had time to utter a few weird syllables, and then there was no sound from his whole body. Xiao Muyu had no time to feel uncomfortable, so he could only face him with his sword again.
He no longer had any fear, and even had no other thoughts in his mind. He suddenly had a premonition that he might really die this time
I just don¡¯t know if I can leave a complete body after my death. At least my mother will feel a little better when she sees her body
The Hun cavalry approached with a strange cry. The three of them targeted Xiao Muyu. He had already killed many people. Xiao Muyu was carrying a four-stone bow on his back. This thing was left to him by his father.
The thick bowstring is made of the toughest mad cow hamstrings on the grassland. This thing is very tempting to all the Huns.
On the grassland, a good bow can make people's lives much more nourishing. Prince Yu Dan has made it very clear today that all the captured items can be his own.
Therefore, the three Huns cavalry all aimed at Xiao Muyu. Xiao Muyu could only smile bitterly now. He tried his best to adjust his breathing and tried hard to restore even a little bit of physical strength!
"Da da da¡ª¡ª"
The horses¡¯ hooves trampled the corpses on the ground, making a dull sound.
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