Fantasy: Starting From Being In A Desperate Situation And Running Around As Escorts

Liu Street, Zhao Laosan’s house.

“Ding-ding-ding-ding!!”

Li Changshou was holding a hammer and hammering nails.

In the yard, the prototype of a coffin has appeared.

"Hurry! Hurry! You won't be able to see it if it's too late."

"..."

Outside the hospital, a figure hurried past.

Someone shouted at the same time.

"Everyone, come and take a look. The murderer of the Xianbei warrior has been found!!"

Li Changshou raised his head and wiped the sweat from his face.

Put down the hammer and walked out.

The alley was already blocked with people.

In addition to the people watching the fun, the outside plus the inside.

There are more than a hundred Xianbei soldiers.

Some held short bows and crossbows, while others held round shields and melon hammers.

Wearing all armor, they have a tall figure from Xianbei.

Paired with armor, it will make people tremble at the first glance.

Even so, there were still seven or eight Xianbei corpses lying on the ground.

Lin Hu, who was reported as "Tiger Gun" by Jianghu, was hung up with a hemp rope.

The bodies of his wife and young son were in the yard.

Blood stained a patch of snow.

Xianbei young people were sitting in the courtyard, drinking tea leisurely. More and more people gathered outside.

Wait until the crowd is almost gathered.

The young man spoke slowly, "Which of you is Lin Hu's accomplice? Come forward."

There was silence in the crowd, no one spoke.

One person pulled out a scimitar and raised the knife with his hand.

One of Lin Hu's arms was cut off abruptly.

Then a harsh wailing sound was heard.

Half of the people watching the excitement closed their eyes.

Or turn around, afraid to look.

The painful howl seemed to penetrate into the hearts of everyone present.

Lin Hu's eyes widened in anger, veins popped out on his forehead, and he almost broke his teeth.

The young man smiled and looked at Lin Hu, "If you want to say anything, you can always ask who your accomplice is."

“Xianbei people, I’ll fuck your ancestors!!!”

In the crowd, a man rushed over.

Holding a butcher's knife, he unexpectedly stabbed a Xianbei soldier to death.

Immediately, he rushed straight towards the young Xianbei man who was leading the group.

However, there were more than a hundred fully armed Xianbei soldiers present. With a butcher's knife, what could he change?

Standing beside the young Xianbei man is a Xianbei warrior holding a long sword.

The knife was wiped horizontally.

"ah!!"

Then another wailing was heard.

Half of the man's legs had been cut off and he fell into the snow.

The young man walked over and asked, "Are you an accomplice?"

The man struggled to raise his head and spat at him.

"I'll fuck you..."

"Bang bang!!"

Before he could finish speaking.

The young Xianbei man held a small melon hammer in his hand and hit the man on the head twice.

The man lost his breath.

The cruel scenes one after another made everyone's legs weak.

Some timid people may become incontinent directly.

Shit and urine flowed freely.

The young Xianbei man's gaze swept across everyone's faces, revealing his cruel side.

Lin Hu's face was as yellow as wax, and his lips were bitten until they turned white.

There was an uncontrollable anger flashing in his eyes, like a furious beast.

However, he is a trapped beast.

"brute!"

Someone cursed under his breath.

More people were silent and lowered their heads in fear.

Lin Hu's eyes were bloodshot, and he suddenly shouted at the top of his voice.

"I, Lin Hu, have practiced martial arts since I was a child and joined the army at the age of fifteen.

Following General Yue, daddy killed two hundred and thirteen Xianbei beasts on the battlefield!

I will never bow to these Xianbei beasts.

I will live up to my country and the support of General Yue in this life!

I hope the old Young Masters can remember and say something nice when they mention me, Lin Hu, in the future.

We Tang people are still bloody bloody! ! "

This is said to the Xianbei people and to the common people watching the opera.

He was also talking to Li Changshou in the crowd.

The meaning of those words is very simple. Today my Lin Hu family is ruined, but I will never betray anyone.

The young Xianbei man rubbed his forehead with a headache, "What a tough guy!"

His eyes scanned the crowd again.

There is a killer named "Rakshasa Ghost" under Tiger Gun.

With a mask on his face, he specializes in killing Xianbei people, barbarians, knife bandits and rogues...

Saber Technique is sharp and fierce!

This time the Xianbei warrior's head was probably killed by this Rakshasa ghost.

However, this Rakshasa ghost behaves mysteriously.

No one knows except Lin Hu.

The young Xianbei man tried to find the Rakshasa ghost among the theatergoers.

He had a gut feeling.

At this moment, this ghost is in the crowd.

However, he could not find the ghost.

Li Changshou is not noticeable.

He neither has the stunning appearance of those protagonists, nor does he have a delicate face.

Standing in the crowd, he is like a bean.

A bean among many beans, no one would bother to single out his mediocre bean.

Li Changshou raised his head and looked at Lin Hu.

There are no unnecessary words and no unnecessary emotions.

Everything is bottled up inside.

He didn't rush out because that was no different than seeking death.

If he couldn't save Lin Hu, he would be hurt himself and his old man.

There is thunder in the chest, and the face is like a flat lake.

I won’t cry or yell, and I won’t have tears in my eyes.

He won't tremble all over, making anyone notice anything unusual.

Li Changshou was like a spectator watching the excitement, and felt that this scene was a bit cruel.

So he followed a few other timid people and turned around and left.

........

The news that Lin Hu's family was wiped out spread like the wind throughout the streets and alleys of Weicheng.

Li Changshou was as usual.

After finishing the work, go home and light a fire to cook.

The old man sitting at the edge of the kang muttered.

This night, it was difficult to sleep.

Li Changshou dreamed of many things.

The wild dogs tore each other into pieces of discarded limbs.

Blood stained the hillside red, and the air was filled with a fishy stench.

Flags of glory soaked in the shallows.

There were corpses tangled together everywhere, stacked up like hills.

Can't tell if it's an enemy or a friend.

Eleven-year-old Li Changshou went to the battlefield for the first time in order to survive.

Met 23-year-old Lin Hu.

"Why be a soldier?"

"In charge of the food." Eleven-year-old Li Changshou replied.

"Why be a soldier?"

"Defend the home and the country!"

Twenty-three-year-old Lin Hu used a wooden comb to comb his hair and said seriously.

"...Old man, Lin Hu is dead."

Li Changshou whispered.

In the darkness, there was no response.

The old man seemed to be asleep.

Li Changshou did not say it a second time.

After a long time, the old voice sounded.

"Really."

"Yes." Li Changshou said.

"Go to sleep, we have to get up early tomorrow."

"good."