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

On the street, the surviving people were as miserable as beggars, and most of them had injuries on their bodies.

Everyone looked a little numb, waiting for the government to give them porridge.

"Ahhhh!!"

A dirty, shabbily dressed woman was kidnapped by two Xianbei people.

There was no change in everyone's expressions.

Li Changshou looked at all this lonelyly, looking at the small town where he had lived for a long time.

Hula~

When the wind blows, the heads hanging on the ropes rustle.

Most of them were soldiers of the Tang Dynasty who had the conscience to resist when the city was broken.

According to custom, the Xianbei people cut off their heads and hung them in the most eye-catching place.

Li Changshou was walking when his steps suddenly froze.

He saw his old man's head.

The old man's head was hung high, his eyes wide open.

At this moment, the noise around him suddenly disappeared.

Li Changshou couldn't hear anything. He looked at the old man as if he was glaring at Vajra.

Suddenly he smiled and said softly.

"Old man... I really belong to you!"

He knew that once the Xianbei people really broke the city, this dry old man who had been strong all his life would never hide, let alone surrender.

Along the way, he had actually guessed the outcome of the matter, but he just didn't dare to think about it.

The old man's head was hung high, which proved that he killed many Xianbei people before his death.

They are obviously dying old guys, they have not touched a gun in decades, and they have said countless times that the Tang Dynasty is not worthy of dying in battle...

Li Changshou suddenly felt that every bit of strength in his body was gone.

He knelt down and did not cry.

Ever since he came to this world, he seemed to have become accustomed to Death.

He was raised by this old man.

When he was about to freeze to death, he was picked up by this beggar.

At that time, the old man had just lost the battle and became a remnant.

Everyone in his family died, and the remaining soldiers became beggars.

It's hard to live as a beggar, let alone with a child.

No one knows how much the old man suffered to raise Li Changshou.

Now that he can join the army and work, he doesn't need to worry anymore.

Li Changshou suddenly felt very cold, as cold as the winter when he first traveled to this world.

The cold made him tremble all over and made him dizzy, as if The next moment was going to die...

He took a deep breath and let it out again.

He was the only one left in this messed up world.

............

Good wine, fine wine.

While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone.

After the massacre, the only prosperous place in the small town was the attic in front of them.

In the lobby, singing and dancing were in full swing.

There were quite a few pretty dancers dancing gracefully.

Sitting at the top was a Xianbei general wearing generous clothes, holding a wine glass and laughing.

The general was fat, looked like a fat pig, and extremely ugly.

But it's also terrifying.

The owner of the attic was a wealthy local businessman, and he had colluded with the Xianbei people early on.

Therefore, he survived the massacre.

With a flattering smile on his face, the wealthy businessman poured another glass of wine for the general.

The general's name is Che Hu'er.

Originally, we occupied this small town, which was neither geographically superior nor wealthy.

It was not his turn to take action personally.

But more than a year ago, his beloved youngest son was killed in the small town.

It is said that his poor little son is looking up a guy named Rakshasa face.

Che Huer doesn't care about this.

According to the rules of the Xianbei people, they entered the city and robbed it for three days.

It's just robbery, not massacre.

However, in order to avenge his dead son, Che Huer allowed his men to kill in the city for eight days.

Che Huer indulged himself for several days, no matter how strong his physical strength was.

At this time, I also felt a little powerless.

With the help of his personal attendant, he stood up and prepared to go back.

The wealthy businessman carefully put Che Huer into the carriage.

When Che Huer was about to get into the car, he immediately lay down at his feet.

So that Che Huer can step on him and get into the car.

Che Huer laughed and patted the wealthy businessman on the head.

It's like patting your own dog.

The wealthy businessman had a smile on his face and frowned as he felt the huge force on his body.

Che Huer's carriage drove away slowly.

Behind the wealthy businessman came the wailing sound of a dancing girl.

It turned out that the impatient generals rushed forward like a swarm as soon as they saw Che Huer leaving.

The wailing sounds of the dancers were heard everywhere, and the wealthy businessman swallowed a mouthful of saliva and sighed.

The night is silent and the moon is misty

The wheels of the carriage rolled on the road, and there were corpses that had not been cleaned up on the side of the road.

The wheels of the carriage pressed against the dead man's arm, making a muffled sound.

Che Hu'er sat in the carriage, closing his eyes and concentrating.

Suddenly, the carriage stopped,

After a while, I saw that the carriage had not moved yet.

Che Huer opened his eyes, "What's wrong?"

"Get out of the car, General."

Che Huer's expression suddenly changed.

Although the reply was also in Xianbei dialect, it was an unfamiliar voice.

Che Huer held the sword at his waist alertly, his fat face trembling slightly, showing his fierce look.

He is not a freeloader.

The Xianbei people practice a military merit system, where food is rewarded with work and salary is rewarded with merit.

This also creates the characteristic of the Xianbei army that strong generals must be sent to the soldiers.

Che Huer held his breath attentively, raised his ears, and listened carefully to what was going on outside.

The subtle sound of wind, falling leaves, and faint weeping in the distance...

Only there was no sound of breathing. Are all his men dead?

Che Huer realized that he seemed to have made a big mistake.

It would take no more than three days to attack the city all the way.

In the subsequent massacre, few people resisted, and the Tang people were slaughtered like sheep.

He was so complacent that he dared to drive on the road in the dark with only a few guards.

Forgot that there are hunters with knives in the dark.

Where is the enemy! ?

Che Huer's eyes narrowed into slits.

"Bang!!"

There was a hole in the sedan chair on the carriage.

The Tang knife glowed like running water under the moonlight, penetrating Che Huer's fat body from behind the car.

Che Huer's expression froze.

A cold voice came from behind.

"My name is Li Changshou. When I get to King Yama, I will remember who killed you."

puff....

Tang Dao took it back.

Che Huer held the bleeding wound and exhaled.

He usually never leaves his armor, and the armor next to his body is a thin layer of gold silk armor.

It is the result of his illustrious military exploits. It cannot be penetrated by swords or water or fire.

But now this armor could not save his life.

Che Huer was not willing to die like this and tried to find some life-saving things from his body.

However, the other party obviously didn't intend to let him go just like that. A hand came over, grabbed his body and pulled him hard.

Che Huer, who was so majestic before, was now lying on the ground like a dead pig.

Through the moonlight, he could see the man's face clearly.

An extremely terrifying Rakshasa face.

.......

ps: (It’s a new year, happy everyone)

(Taking a bath today)