After the villain was scumbag, he was reborn

The palace gate was brightly lit, the wind was loud, the first beam of bright sky appeared on the horizon, and the mournful crowing of the rooster announced the coming of dawn, and this imminent battle also started at dawn.

The nine-foot-long ghost cavalry surrounded Chu Yan and Feng Hanxiao behind them, forming a frightening wall.

The Xiongnu, who had always been tall, stood in front of these Xuanjia soldiers, and looked a little short for no reason.

Hada, who was standing on the palace wall, was also wondering about the origins of these people, obviously at that time, Chu Yan had never seen them by his side.

The Huns swarming up and the archers rushing over from behind attacked back and forth, threatening dangers, but the ghost cavalry in the center of the vortex still had the rest of their energy to slowly approach the palace gate.

Hada was angry and anxious, and wanted to go down and fight them personally, but only by standing here could he clearly see the situation of the battle and beware of Chu Yan and the third prince fleeing in the chaos.

and many more!

What about people?

At the beginning, most of their attention was absorbed by those Xuanjia soldiers of unknown origin, so they ignored that Chu Yan and the third prince were the key to tonight.

Hada quickly scanned the circle below, and he was relieved when he saw the two figures standing in the wall of people.

It's okay, it's okay, I didn't run away.

Just as Hada was about to go down and personally capture Chu Yan and the third prince, he inadvertently saw two figures in black armor approaching the palace gate in the corner.

He faintly sensed something was wrong in his heart, and refocused his eyes on the two figures in the wall of people. Although they were blocked by ghost cavalry, Hada could still see that these two figures were bigger than Chu Yan and the third prince. Not the same, obviously much stronger.

He didn't even notice when it happened.

Realizing that he had been duped, Hada immediately snatched the bow and arrow from the subordinate next to him, squinted one eye, aimed at the walking figure, and shot it with a whoosh.

Sensing the danger coming, Chu Yan reflexively moved to the side. Although the arrow bypassed the vital point, it was still nailed to the shoulder in the end.

Feng Hanxiao's face was startled, Sijin was still on his back, and it was inconvenient to help him, so he could only step forward and ask, "Are you all right?"

Chu Yan looked pale, and slowly shook his head, "It's okay, let's go."

"Ah."

The two quickly moved towards the city gate. Hada stood on the city wall and shouted angrily, "Don't let them escape!"

"Get lost and guard the palace gate!"

As soon as the words fell, Chongyang swung his knife and slashed at the Xiongnu who were about to run over. He tilted his head and spat blood, and said with a grinning smile: "I can't kill those people."

"You Huns, I will not show mercy!"

He glanced sideways at Jin Lan who was standing beside him, "You can kill yourself tonight."

"Don't be like a softie, who only plays tricks and has no real skills!"

Jin Lan's childish nature was immediately irritated, and she jumped up and said, "Wait for me!"

"Tonight, Bibi, who kills more!"

Chongyang laughed boldly, his resolute face was full of flamboyance, "Okay!"

"Don't cry when you lose!"

"Fuck your mother!"

"..."

While talking, they didn't stop moving, and the attacking Huns fell down at their feet.

Compared with the suppression of strength, this kind of easy bickering obviously brought a lot of pressure to the people present. Hada watched Chu Yan and Feng Hanxiao arrive in front of the palace gate, feeling more and more uneasy.

Tonight, there are tens of thousands of Huns guards in the palace, and there are only [-] soldiers on the opposite side. It is so difficult to deal with it.

With a sullen face, Hada silently raised his longbow and kept shooting arrows towards the palace gate.

"Go!"

Chongyang in the crowd suddenly roared.

Hada hadn't understood what he meant before, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a few Xuanjia soldiers who had reached the palace wall at some point.

Their faces were dull, their reflective armor was stained with blood, and they walked forward step by step, like evil ghosts.

"You... you guys!" Hada stepped back in horror, and pointed the bow and arrow in his hand at the soldiers again, shooting at their vital points non-stop, but what made him desperate was that no matter where he hit, no matter where he hit, There is no way to stop the progress of these people.

It wasn't until this moment that Hada realized how terrifying these soldiers were.

He just wanted to feel for the arrow, but he only found the empty quiver. It turned out that the arrow in it had been shot out at some point.

Holding the bow, Hada yelled at his subordinates who were also terrified and uneasy: "What are you doing in a daze! Come on!"

In Zhuang Yue's mouth, ghost cavalry soldiers are bugs in this world, they can be called NPCs of humanoid background boards, but for ordinary people in the secular world, they have long been beyond the understanding of normal people.

They don't understand, so they are afraid. They are no longer opponents in normal times, not to mention that they have lost the most important thing for people.

A person without faith is a fortress built of quicksand, which looks majestic on the surface, but actually collapses with a single poke.

Those Huns hesitated to go up, and Hada forced them to go up and attack, until there were corpses all over the palace wall, and there was no one who could go up.

Hada raised his head stiffly, and looked at the soldiers who were covered with arrows and scarred. If they were placed on ordinary people, they would have died long ago, but if they were placed on them, there was no effect at all, and they were still fierce and vigorous. aggressive.

Hada stood with his eyes empty for a moment. For the first time, he felt powerless under the weight of the mountain. He knew he had lost before he even started.

He silently picked up the big knife that fell on the ground, the blood on it soaked his palm, and the handle was a little slippery.

The Xiongnu's eyes were full of hatred. He knew that Feng Changxing had deceived his sister. The prince who was proficient in calculations must have known about the evil of these ghost cavalry soldiers, so he sent them to the palace gate to die.

But it was too late, and he couldn't leave even if he wanted to.

The ghost cavalry walked forward like a stone statue. They didn't have human emotions in their minds. They were like machines created by modern times, and their eyes were always cold.

This kind of eyes like a pool of stagnant water, in the eyes of outsiders, looks a little bluffing.

Hada's back was bristling with cold hair, and he stared at them profusely with sweat. Finally, when he saw the ghost cavalry soldiers close at hand, he suddenly let out a furious roar, as if he wanted to drink them away, or as if he was only trying to kill them. Vent the escape and weakness in my heart.

Hada was like a small and pathetic ant, rushing up tirelessly, only to be kicked into corners easily by the ghost cavalry soldiers.

The ghost cavalry, who had always been emotionless, killed people simply and neatly, but now they let Hada get up again and again, wasting a lot of time on him alone.

Until, they saw Hada struggling to lift his upper body, and finally fell back exhausted, and finally couldn't stand up again.

Hada fell to the ground with a bruised nose and a swollen face, with thick blood overflowing from his mouth. He looked at the group of standing ghost cavalry in a daze, and murmured hoarsely.

"...wait for me...wait...wait for me to stand up..."

Several ghost cavalrymen looked at each other, and suddenly squatted on the ground together, as if they were really waiting for Hada to stand up.

A glint of light flashed in Hada's cloudy eyes. He desperately supported the ground with his hands, but unfortunately his strength had already been exhausted. He clearly realized in his heart that he had reached the limit at this time.

In this life, he lost to his elder brother when he was a child, lost to Chu Yan when he grew up, and now loses to this group of unknown soldiers.

From beginning to end, he was just a shameful loser.

Suddenly there was a slight voice in his ear, through his hazy vision, he saw six ghost cavalry standing opposite him, suddenly picked up the sword on the ground, and awkwardly made a fighting posture.

Hada's eyes widened in astonishment, and his mind went blank.

These ghost cavalry soldiers can't speak, don't understand the world, and no one teaches them to read, and they practice those basic boxing skills day after day.

They are monsters in the eyes of the world and characters in the eyes of the taskers. No one treats them as human beings.

Perhaps it was because of this small opportunity that these ghost cavalrymen understood something. Although they hadn't realized it yet, they had a fresh feeling of being dominated by their hearts for the first time.

Hada slowly came back to his senses, showing a relieved smile.

"...I didn't admit defeat." He said softly.

Dawn finally submerged the last trace of darkness, and the dazzling brilliance illuminated the earth. A few black-feathered crows circled in midair, and a hoarse and ugly cry sounded from their sharp beaks.

Chu Yan and Feng Hanxiao pushed open the palace door, the sun was shining so brightly that they couldn't keep their eyes open.

Its daybreak.

But it's just the beginning.

When Fu Shiyu woke up, he found himself lying in a carriage that was driving slowly.

He wanted to get up, but found that he couldn't use his whole body up and down, so he should have been drugged.

"Who are you?" Fu Shiyu asked through the curtain of the car.

There was no one answering outside, only the sound of horses being swayed by the reins.

He lifted himself up with difficulty, and glanced through the curtain that was blown open by the wind.

Found that this is the way to the palace...

While thinking, the carriage stopped, and indistinct voices came from outside.

Before he could understand, the carriage continued to drive.

Fu Shiyu was a little tired, so he simply fell back down again.

He had already guessed who the one who arrested him into the palace was.

After half a stick of incense, the carriage stopped steadily.

Then the curtain was lifted, and a familiar face appeared in Fu Shiyu's vision.

It was Nianqiu who was captured by the third prince before.

Fu Shiyu was slightly startled, "Are you still alive?"

According to the temperament of the third prince, he would never miss Qiu's life, and this person was able to escape from the hands of the third prince.

It seems that in front of Fu Shiyu on weekdays, she still hides some skills.

Nian Qiu remained silent, stepped forward and carried Fu Shiyu out by the waist.

It was the first time that Fu Shiyu was hugged in this way by a woman, and Fu Shiyu felt a little embarrassed.

Just about to ask Nian Qiu to let him go, he inadvertently noticed that the palace with carved beams and painted buildings on weekdays, like the imperial palace of the Yaotai Qiong family, is now full of devastation and wreckage everywhere, obviously after a huge and bitter battle last night.

But the strange thing is that the palace is very quiet at the moment, not even half of the palace maids and eunuchs can be seen.

Nian Qiu carried Fu Shiyu into the Hall of Supreme Harmony, which is the sleeping hall where the prince lives now.

Fu Shiyu realized something and wanted to grab Nianqiu's neck.

"Don't waste your energy." Nian Qiu said coldly, "Be obedient."

Fu Shiyu found that he didn't even have the strength to make a fist, and his body seemed to have lost consciousness, like a cripple who couldn't move independently.

He glanced at Nian Qiu coldly, "What did you eat for me?"

Nian Qiu kept his mouth shut, unceremoniously threw Fu Shiyu on the soft bed, then turned around and left.

Fu Shiyu's bones were sore from the fall, and just as he sat up with difficulty on the couch, he heard the door creak, and then it was slowly pushed open.

Before he had time to raise his head, that smiling voice was wrapped in a gust of cold wind, and passed into the room with a gloomy air.

"...Teacher, please stay safe."