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Chapter 124 Hatred
The mournful howling of wolves sounded in the dark night, like the desolate cry of the earth.

A waning moon hangs above the middle sky, and the mountains are picturesque in the hazy moonlight.

The night wind blew over everything in the world, and there was a sense of chill in the coolness.

The barracks of the Hu camps were slightly stronger than those of the Qiang camps, with dark sentries and archery towers, trenches dug in front of the camps, and antlers paved.

But the Hu people were already dying, and they were exhausted after many days, which had broken their bodies and minds.

The pitch-black armor was wrapped in darkness.

Occasionally, a white blade rolls up a pool of moonlight.

Before approaching the camp, the sound of clanging iron armor awakened the silent night.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Hu language and Chinese sounded together.

But over the course of so many days, such alarms have sounded hundreds of times.

The mind is weary and slack.

The Hu soldiers looked at the dark night surrounding the camp with sleepy eyes, and then fell back to sleep.

More than a hundred personal soldiers marched to the front of the gate without any hindrance, carrying the scattered feather arrows.

On the arrow tower, Hu Bing was nailed to the wooden railing in twos and threes.

The world returned to a dead silence.

Only the howling of wolves is far and near, but this sound makes people sleepy even more.

Liu Heng looked left and right, waited for a while, and dozens of panicked Hu soldiers ran towards the camp.

No one came out to defend.

Liu Heng kicked on the gate and roared angrily: "The enemy attack——"

It was as if a thunderstorm had fallen in the dark night.

The gate swayed twice.

With a sound of "dang", another heavy kick kicked on it.

The gate still does not fall.

Liu Heng carried six or seven ring-shou knives on his back, and held a spear in his hand. He stepped back a dozen steps, then rushed forward, and slammed his body into the shaft gate.

With a "boom", sawdust flew everywhere, and the gate creaked and fell down.

"Enemy, enemy attack..."

Liu Heng roared out of breath.

With such a big commotion, the enemy camp finally responded.

As if stabbing a hornet's nest, the camp was in chaos.

However, the Hu people were not the Qiang people outside the city of Xidu. They didn't have a battalion, and raised their weapons in twos and threes to fight Liu Heng's hundred soldiers.

"Kill!" The soldiers roared and crashed into the enemy's formation.

Immediately, flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Like Liu Heng, these people are all strong and strong men of various clans. They have meat every day, and they often have wine. The supply is three times that of ordinary soldiers. Although they do not have Liu Heng's great strength, they are far beyond ordinary soldiers.

Wearing double armor, he looks like an iron beast in the dark.

Hu Bing rose in a hurry, seeing that there were few people, he thought there was an opportunity to take advantage of it.

But in a blink of an eye, he was killed by more than a hundred people.

At a distance, a crossbow is used, at a distance, a spear is used, and at a distance, a knife is used.

The flesh and blood collided with them and was instantly torn apart.

At the same time, as if descended from the sky, the soldiers climbed down from the mountain ridges and cliffs, and shot rockets, igniting the camps of the barbarians.

At this moment, the Hu people know that today's night attack is different from the past.

And they didn't expect that Yang Zheng's more than 5000 people would dare to put all their eggs in one basket and take the initiative to attack.

The flames of war ignited the night.

The whole valley seemed to be on fire.

Yang Zheng pointed at the valley and shouted: "This battle is a battle for you to stand upright. If you win, you will join my command in the future. If you lose, the whole army will be killed!"

His hands were already stained with a lot of blood and wronged souls, no one would doubt whether he would do this.

The brutal image of Yang Zheng has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

But brutal also means powerful.

The rules outside of Middle-earth depend on and submit to the powerful in order to survive.

Human nature also contains slavery.

Shao Tidun's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and shouted: "Kill! Kill the enemy to live!"

Hu Ying understood the rules of this era better than Yang Zheng.

Many of them were originally kidnapped by Ye Wudai.

To them, the family, country and ethnic groups are just a joke.

Many people don't know what race they are and where they come from.

The integration of various ethnic groups outside the Great Wall has long been the norm and the general trend in the Western Regions.

"Kill!" Many barbarians actually don't understand Chinese, but in this situation, everyone knows what to do.

Shao Tixun was wearing leather armor, holding a ring sword in his hand, and he was the first.

Hu Ying followed closely behind.

Slaves, you look at me, I look at you, and look at the sharp knife behind you, with cold eyes.

Finally, someone roared and caught up with Hu Ying with a knife in hand.

There were also 70 or [-] people who remained indifferent. Yang Zheng winked at Yin Chun.

More than a hundred cavalry roared forward, bringing up streaks of blood.

In the blink of an eye, these people fell in a pool of blood.

The horseshoe stepped on the blood.

Yang Zheng looked at the valley in the firelight.

There was a sound of killing, and he also pulled out his sword, "Kill!"

All forces are thrown into the field.

Only more than 1000 strong women remained in the camp.

It's not that Yang Zheng trusts them, but where can they escape in this barren mountain?

Qiang people, beasts, Hu people...

Either side is more vicious than Yang Zheng.

The valley, which was still chaotic just now, has become a slaughterhouse with Yang Zheng's entry.

It is true that Ye Wudai has a large number of people, but at this time, a large number of people does not mean a large number of people.

It took Yang Zheng more than ten days to cook this pot of fatty meat, and now it's time to feast on it.

The killing never ends.

The barbarians in front kept falling down, turning into corpses.

Yang Zheng stepped on the blood and minced meat, but his heart was already numb.

If he falls into the hands of the other party, I am afraid that it is an extravagant hope to die so happily.

Yang Zheng's purpose is very clear, directly to take his heart - Ye Wudai.

In the light of the fire, the barbarians' dental flags were also lit, hanging on wooden poles, and fluttering in the wind.

Under the fire flag, a burly brown-armored man stood with a knife, eyes closed, surrounded by a group of soldiers, and let the screams around him rush towards him.

Liu Heng brought more than a hundred iron armors and rushed to kill Ye Wudai several times.

But they were all blocked back with flesh and blood by the swarming enemies.

A few months ago, Ye Wudai was in high spirits.

But now, only a dejected face remained, and the bones under his feet became more and more tired.

"Ye Wudai!" Yang Zheng led the crowd towards him.

At this moment, he is like a hungry tiger.

Ye Wudai opened his eyes, staring at the person who killed him, "Yang Zheng, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

The deep-seated hatred pierced along his eyes.

But Yang Zheng's heart is as hard as a stone, without any twists and turns.

Ye Wudai's family members are family members, but the family members of the common people in Xiping and Wuwei are not family members?

In the chaos he caused, I don't know how many people were displaced, and how many people became bones in the wilderness.

Moreover, Xihai Hu has always been brutal and slaughtered many Qiang villages along the way.

Murderers, people will always kill them!
Even if it happens again, Yang Zheng will still not be merciful.

Because this was originally an era of wolves, tigers and leopards.

Yang Zheng raised the Huacheng Sword, and said with a smile, "Wait for me to chop off your head with this sword?"

Ye Wudai's eyes were bloodshot, his expression twisted, he roared twice, and rushed down with a knife.

From the fact that he was biting himself hard all the way and not letting go, he knew that this person was impulsive and had an impulsive personality.

Don't be impulsive, and you won't rise up rashly and be used by others.

Ye Wudai kept yelling something, and the soldiers around him rushed towards him.

And behind him, the flaming tooth flag crashed down, sparks flying everywhere.

"Kill!" Yang Zheng pointed forward with his sword.

Kill this person, and this war will end.

Yang Zheng is willing to give him this chance.

The two teams of soldiers collided fiercely.

Blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

Ye Wudai is strong and strong, powerful and heavy, with a long knife like a fierce tiger.

With a hard touch, a huge force came from the sword.

Yang Zheng took three or four steps back before losing his strength.

As soon as he stabilized his body, Ye Wudai pounced on him again, he had no defense, only a fierce attack, desperate for his life.

He was completely ignored when he was hit by two swords and blood flowed profusely.

Yang Zheng was also stabbed a few times, and some scales were cut off from the black light armor.

The knife in Ye Wudai's hand was not as strong as his. With a "bang", the edge of the knife broke and flew into the night sky.

But Ye Wudai continued to grab credit with a broken knife.

It was Yang Zheng who greeted him with a sword.

Hua Tingjian penetrated his body without hindrance.

Ye Wudai's body was so weak that he tore Yang Zheng's breastplate at the moment before death...

Yang Zheng pulled out the Hualing sword, cut off his head with one sword and held it up high, "Ye Wudai is dead, and those who surrender will not be killed!"

"Ye Wudai is dead, and those who surrender will not be killed!" The soldiers also cheered.

A look of despair suddenly appeared in Hu Ren's eyes.

"Your Majesty!" An old voice sounded, and a gray-haired veteran jumped out from among the swordsmen.

Yang Zheng thought he would face another tough battle.

But the gray-haired veteran took a few steps forward, and swung the knife in his hand towards his neck.

In the flames, a cloud of blood spurted out.

After the veteran committed suicide, the resistance of the Hu people gradually subsided.

Weapons were thrown on the ground.

When the battle started, Yang Zheng wanted to kill them all, but suddenly, the killing intent in his heart faded a lot.

Each ethnic group has the opportunity to compete for a better living environment.

Whether it is Hu people or Qiang people, they are all human beings, not livestock.

Now that he has put down his weapon, the previous hatred will fade away.

(End of this chapter)