Queen Flower

Huang Long turned the horse's head, raised the long knife in his hand and slashed at Yan Zhan.

Fighting right away requires the cooperation of long and short weapons, but unfortunately there is no commonly used gold coin in his hand.

Huang Long held the knife in both hands. He used all his strength just now, enough to split a cow, but now he was blocked by a generous long sword, which made him unable to hold down any further points.

The muscles on Yan Zhan's arm bulged, and the blue veins in the hand holding the sword were tangled. This man was indeed as powerful as an ox. If he were an ordinary person, he would have been split in half by him, with his horse and his horse. Unfortunately, he encountered someone with the same natural power. Yan Zhan.

Huang Long was extremely frightened. He didn't think that besides the man just now, there was another person who could take his full blow. He couldn't help but regret it, knowing that he should not have brought only three hundred cavalry.

He withdrew the knife and backed away, and the two horses passed by the wrong way.

Huang Long held a long sword of more than two meters, and Yan Zhan only had an epee. For Yan Zhan, only close combat was a good strategy. He urged the **** horse under him, and the **** understood it, and suddenly hurried forward, rushing straight to Huanglong's mount.

The two horses intersected, and the war horse was obviously not as powerful as the big black, disregarding the master's order, and wanted to dodge.

Huang Long didn't care about the war horse at this time, the swords were facing each other, but Yan Zhan had already arrived in front of him, grabbed the long hilt with his left hand, and mercilessly pierced his goggles with the heavy sword in his right hand. Not in, back out.

The long knife fell to the ground with a bang, Yan Zhan drew his heavy sword, and the blood column spurted out.

Yan Zhan rode on his horse, leaned over and swung his sword, letting him head to the family, and he picked up the long sword at random. I weighed it in my hand, and the weight was quite good. Both the blade and the handle were made of iron, which was very strong. Although I was not satisfied, I would use it first, and then I would go back immediately.

The battle situation in Wanping Village has stopped, and the survivors are cleaning up the battlefield, rescuing their own people who are still alive, and making up for the undead enemies.

All the cavalry had become corpses on the ground. Including the villagers of Wanping Village and the villagers of Kejia Village, four or five hundred corpses overlapped. The flesh and blood were blurred, the stumps and arms were everywhere, the smelly green internal organs, the flattened head and the flesh connected with the tendons were scattered all over the ground, a **** mess. It's like a Shura field.

Jiang Lan stood still with his head down, the bully's whip in his hand was soaked in a pool of blood. Her eyes were wide open, but they were blurry and out of focus. Blood splashed on her white cheeks like a blooming flower.

Suddenly, Jiang Lan woke up. Throwing the bully whip in his hand, he turned around and hugged a tree trunk and began to vomit wildly. In fact, there was nothing in her stomach, but she was still retching, as if she was about to spit out all her internal organs. Her face was as pale as a ghost, and her whole body was shaking. Cold sweat poured out from his forehead, and the fingers that hugged the trunk pinched into the bark. Blood spilled from her fingers and gurgled along the bark, but she didn't notice it.

Wen Daolin quickly tore off his blood-soaked clothes, revealing his bright jade-like upper body. He pulled her off the tree trunk and held her in his arms, patting her on the back to comfort her.

"Master, master..." Jiang Lan buried her head on Wen Daolin's chest. There was a smell of bamboo on his body, which could still be vaguely smelled in the blood-filled air. Jiang Lan hugged his body tightly. The body, the clenched fingers even pinched into the muscles on his back, and a few light red lines flowed down.

"I killed...many people...many heads..." Jiang Lan was shaking all over, her teeth chattering, her eyes were tightly closed, and she didn't dare to open them again, she just muttered.

Wen Daolin wrapped her head in his arms, covered her eyes, blindfolded her ears, and blocked the outside world, "It doesn't matter, they are all bad people, don't be afraid." He stroked her hair, feeling gloomy in his heart. It's uncomfortable, his little bamboo shouldn't live like this, and his family and country shouldn't be like this.

He lowered his head and kissed her forehead lightly, comforting her gently, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's okay..."

Xia Henqiu and Xiao Yan hurried over and stood beside them.

"Where is she injured?" Xiao Yan looked anxious, and reached out his hand to grab her and take a closer look.

Xiao Yan was covered in blood, and the strong smell of blood wafted out, and Jiang Lan began to vomit again.

Wen Daolin turned his body slightly and blocked his hand, "I wasn't injured, but I was so shocked that I couldn't smell the blood."

Xiao Yan glanced at his clothes soaked in blood, even his hair, and quickly stepped back.

Xia Henqiu took her hand, and the nails on Qian Qianyu's finger were broken, and the fingertips were full of wood thorns and tiny wounds, and blood was oozing out. He checked his pulse, "It's true that he wasn't injured, but his heart is very chaotic, alas." He sighed, she was on a spree today, and it was the first time she encountered such a thing, so it was inevitable.

The people from Kejia Village had already gathered at this time, and there were less than 200 of the more than 300 people left, and they each began to bandage to stop the bleeding.

Ke Yuanliang bowed and bowed to them, "Thank you very much, the people of Kejia Village will always be grateful to you."

Xia Henqiu saw Yan Zhan's figure in sight, stood up and said, "We must leave here immediately. If there is another army, the situation will be worrying."

Ke Yuanliang's face was solemn, "Young Master Xia said very much, we will leave immediately."

He looked around and saw that the doors of the villagers in Wanping Village were closed. Occasionally, a few people stuck their heads out and looked at their eyes with resentment and sinisterness. He sighed in his heart. Who's fault. It's just that there are not many people left in Wanping Village. A sudden and unpredictable disaster means that they are sorry for others. After all, not everyone is the same as Hu Qi.

The third son stood in front of Ke Yuanliang with a sad face, "Brother, our father is gone." He wiped his tears and looked over at Jiang Lan, "What's wrong with her, is she injured?"

Ke Yuanliang shook his head, "Should be caught in the blood."

If it wasn't for her whip just now, the situation would not have been broken at all. If it wasn't for her, more people would die. Such a beautiful woman, a goddess-like immaculate figure, suddenly like a **** of death, mercilessly reaping the enemy's life, and when the war is over, she is afraid of her actions, and trembling with self-blame, he has never been in his life. I have never seen such a woman.

A woman in the country is either strong or weak, or she is stunned in the battlefield, or she is taken care of by a man. He always thought that she was the delicate flower who needs to take care of the stars and the moon. Now he knows, no, she can too. Warriors who fought side by side, their Kejia Village was proud of her.

After the war, the only benefit was that they got a lot of good horses. Everyone rode on the horses and hung the enemy's weapons on the horses, and they became a well-equipped army in the cold weapon era.

"It's not advisable to stay here for a long time, let's go." Ke Yuanliang shouted and walked on horseback. Now everyone has no idea where to go, the only idea is to leave Wanping Village first.

Wen Daolin hugged Jiang Lan and rode on Xiaobai's back, while the other three rode their horses around and started walking.

Jiang Lan buried her head in Wen Daolin's arms, her heart was in chaos. There were flying heads constantly appearing in front of her eyes, her face was hideous, and the red blood spurted from her broken neck like an angry spring, splashing on her face. She felt as if she was being scorched on a fire, and her whole body was unwell. She killed a lot of people, not one, but many, many, countless, these are people, not rabbits, they are living people, not players NPCs in the game, the blood is hot, thick and thick , stuck in the palm of the hand and can't get rid of it.

She feels that she really can't stand it now. She can't stand it. How could this kind of hand, which is covered with countless lives and blood, belong to her. She is only an office worker with a program in front of the computer. Why should she go through such a thing? This is really a nightmare, if it's a dream, why don't you wake up.

"I want to go home, let me go home..." She murmured, but the corners of her eyes were dry, and not a single drop could flow out.

Wen Daolin patted her on the back and pressed her to his heart, "Well, let's go home, we'll go home now." He lowered his head and rubbed her cheek, "The master has prepared something delicious for you, let's go and see. sunrise……"

His light and gentle words blew past her ears like a spring breeze, as if he had brought her back to their hut again. Those days when the two of them lived together were peaceful but safe. Those were the happy days.

Jiang Lan's breathing gradually stabilized, her stiff body gradually relaxed, her eyelids stopped beating, and she finally calmed down. She escapes from reality, it's all a nightmare, yes, if it's a dream, it's good to wake up.

Seeing that she was no longer trembling and sweating, everyone felt relieved, whipped the horse, and quickly galloped up. Now it’s better to leave Wanping Village as far as possible. Sooner or later, those tragic things will be known. Even if the people who are still alive in Wanping Village don’t hate them or report them to the officers and soldiers, those soldiers will find out. After all, this time What came was a regular army, the army of King Hui. Now that I think about it, I should find a safe place to clean up the wounds and blood on my body first.

In order to avoid further disasters, this time everyone didn't want to go to any village anymore. They just wanted to find a place that was uninhabited. So after driving on the main road for a long time, they took a detour into the mountain, and they were all inaccessible places. At first the fast horses galloped to dismount and walked, until there was no more way to go before them.

The mountains are right in front of you, the trees cover the sky and the sun, and the branches and branches are lush, and it feels like you can't see the sun.

A mountain stream snaked in front of everyone along the gradually increasing terrain, half on the mountain and half below the mountain. The stream is not very deep, but it is crystal clear. The round pebbles under the stream are constantly being washed away by the flowing stream. Occasionally, they will turn their bodies and then go down the river until they encounter an obstacle. Because he doesn't have any will of his own, he just follows the crowd like this.