Twilight War

Chapter 46 Autumn Harvest Farmers

All things have spirits, offering sacrifices to mountains and rivers and gods and ghosts.

01

Zichen was alone under a peach tree, with a chessboard in front of him, holding a folding fan in one hand and leaning on his chin, and fiddling with chess pieces in the other.

A chess book is spread out beside the Liangyu chessboard.

Compared with playing chess, he actually prefers to ponder over the chess record by himself.

He is not a smart person, and he can't play these things. In the past, every time he lost a chess game with others, he just smiled shyly.

In the past, Bi Fang always said with a worried face that Zichen might be a bit stupid, because even if he was in the gambling house in Jinling, the noisy and noisy place was quiet, and he counted the numbers silently by himself. with dice.

No matter what you bet, you lose more than you win.

So it's good for him to study the chess records by himself in such a quiet way. Looking at those chess players' clever calculations over the past century, he can still think about other things.

While knocking on the chess pieces, he thought about how Heizi's dragon was slaughtered.

Thinking about it, I thought of Vichypel's panting voice last night.

For a long time, he thought that Vichypel was the unpicked flower of the high mountains, the snow in the Tianshan Mountains, and the deserted fairy in the world.

At that time, even just smelling the cool fragrance of the god-favored flowers on Vehipel's body was like touching the clothes of the gods.

But now Vehipel's desire|desire and tyranny under that layer of coldness made him feel unbearable.

That person should obviously not be close to the mundane world, but now he is demanding him like a beast.

For a while after his illness, Vichypel also noticed his lack of interest, but no matter how he tried to tease him, the boy just didn't respond.

After that night, Wichpel treated him almost coldly, and he thought that the two of them would go on like this forever.Anyway, he was happy to be alone.

But in the end, all the indifference only resulted in Vichypel's intensification. Perhaps Vichypel himself also wanted to understand that sincerity is useless in this world, it is enough to be greedy for a while and take advantage of the spring night.

So every night when Vichypel comes over, he has to bear the desire|desire and tyranny of a man after despair.

He tortured him almost morbidly, but maybe they were torturing each other after all.

Zichen was twisting the cool chess piece in his hands, but he still didn't want to understand how the dragon was slaughtered.

The young man squinted his eyes, with rouge marks at the end of his peach blossom eyes.

Suddenly, the wind of peach blossoms passed by, and there seemed to be a chill in the air.

The young man paused while twisting the hand of the chess piece.

Throw the dark chess piece backwards, cutting through the peach blossoms!

The sound of ink stone colliding with black iron is like the sound of a bell.

The copper hammer tied to the iron chain smashed down on the young man!

Zichen quickly dodged to the right, and the Liangyu chessboard was broken by the copper hammer!

Black and white chess pieces splashed all over the ground among the peach blossoms.

"Who are you."

The young man stood up slowly, clutching his bumped shoulder, and asked the huge man in black iron armor in front of him.

He faced the wind in white clothes.

The man was wearing armor all over his body, even wearing a heavy bronze mask with a tiger's head on his face.

The light-colored peach blossoms brushed over the hard armor on the man's body.

He just stood here with a heavy coercion, like a giant bronze guardian beast buried in the tomb of a thousand-year-old emperor, and his breath was filled with the aura sealed for thousands of years under the dust.

And when he woke up, it was the awakening of the entire emperor's tomb.

Both ghosts and spirits return.

Cold and chilling.

The man didn't speak, he lowered his head slowly, and the breath he exhaled from under the tiger-head mask was coppery.

The copper hammer rolled towards the young man again, and Zichen leaned to the right to avoid it. The folding fan in his hand rubbed against the iron chain, and the iron chain was wrapped around the fan handle.

The boy wrestled with the man with the iron chain wrapped around the fan handle, "Who are you?"

"The one who came to kill you."

The voice of the man behind the bronze mask was as dull as the air in a tomb, with the smell of rusted metal and decayed sandalwood.

"Who told you to come?" Zichen asked.

"I can't say that. But I don't want to kill an unarmed person." The man slowly pulled out a sword from behind and plunged the blade into the soil beside him, "You can also get this sword and kill me. "

Zichen smiled, "Since you came to kill me, why did you give me the sword?"

"For the Emperor Xuan, fighting must be a gentleman. Isn't it." The man said.

"Yes, but if you didn't take my head back, aren't you afraid that your master will blame you?" Zichen asked.

"I don't have a master now." Before the man finished speaking, he rushed towards Zichen, and the copper hammer swept across the peach blossoms everywhere.

The handle of the fan blocked the iron chain of the copper hammer, and brought the hammer back. The boy turned around and wanted to get the sword stuck in the soil, but the iron chain suddenly strangled his ankle from behind.

The man pulled the iron chain and dragged the boy to him, but the moment he was about to catch the boy, the boy suddenly jumped up from the ground, and the folding fan slashed across the man's neck, drawing a spark with the bronze armor.

The man suddenly grabbed Zichen's wrist and threw him to the ground. The boy was covered in peach blossoms, who was dressed in plain white.

Zichen propped up his upper body, his lips were almost bloodless from his bite, his vision began to blur, and the flying peach blossoms were smudged into a crimson color.

Panting heavily, he looked at the sword inserted into the soil amidst the crimson color.

However, just as he was about to straighten up, he was suddenly stepped on by the man.

The coercion of the man is like a giant bronze beast in the tomb of an emperor suppressing its huge minions.

A rotten breath, a hoarse voice.

The iron chain passed through the peach blossoms beside Zichen.

"Want to get that sword?" the man asked.

"Let me get the sword, I'll fight with you." Zichen grabbed the ground in front of him with his hands, digging out the loess under the fallen petals with his fingertips.

The man slowly lifted his feet, and the boy quickly rolled away from under him, with a large peach blossom lifted from his clothes.

The boy picked up the folding fan and rushed towards the man, his vision was full of crimson colors.

The folding fan passed in front of the man, and the man hid back. Taking advantage of this interval, Zichen quickly sprinted towards the sword inserted into the soil, but before he could pull out the sword, he was suddenly hit hard from behind by a heavy copper hammer middle.

The boy fell to the ground, and the iron rope wrapped around his neck.

——The cold sword mound, the floating silver fish.

The young man paved the ground with his fingers, the blood on his fingertips stained the loess red.

Your sword is in front of you, but you can do nothing.

The man walked over from behind Zichen, stepping on the peach blossoms all over the ground. His steps were as heavy as a huge tiger beast, and every step left holes like iron.

The man pulled the iron chain in his hand, held Zichen's neck and lifted the boy up slowly.

"You almost killed me just now." The man's voice was coppery.

He raised his head to look at the young man lifted up by him, revealing the unarmored neck under the bronze tiger-head mask.

"But you only want to draw that sword."

Zichen gasped with difficulty.

The man let go of his hand, and the boy fell to the ground.

His neck was nearly broken by the man.

The man in armor looked down at the young man who was panting violently, and pulled out a sword from behind. Under the sky, the blade was like flowing water.

"If you want to kill, you can do anything. A sword, a gun, a folding fan... even the human heart."

...Is it okay to do anything?

The boy kneeling on the ground slowly raised his head to look at the man with the corner of his bleeding mouth raised.

The sun was too hot, Zichen could only squint slightly.

Under the sky, the black iron armor was as cold as cold iron.

The man's sword fell suddenly.

Anything can be...

So, what about bare hands! ! !Large peach blossoms fluttered.

Among the flying peach blossoms, the boy in white suddenly jumped up!

The bloody fist hit the man's neck hard!

It's not the sword that kills, it's not the gun.

It is a mortal determination!

When his fist was about to crush the man's Adam's apple, the young man suddenly heard the sound of thousands of horses roaring.

It seemed that the entire peach blossom forest was trembling!

The black cavalry poured into the entire peach blossom forest like molten iron.

All the cavalry were dressed in black black armor, and even the horses were covered with black iron armor. The heavy saddles were carved with hideous taotie patterns, and the silver and gold bridles were branded with the coat of arms of the double swords.

The scarlet battle flag flitted across the peach blossoms in full bloom, as if to set the entire peach blossom forest on fire.

The boy turned his head almost in shock.

It's the cavalry of the Huangxuan family!

Eight hundred miles away from Huangxuan, the emperor does not kneel.

And the founding father 800 years ago brought such an iron cavalry to lay down the whole country for Emperor Cangwu!

Where the black cavalry passed, all the enemy troops were destroyed as if they had been harvested.

So this iron cavalry is also called the Autumn Harvest Farmer.

During the siege of Hulao back then, the founding father's [-] soldiers were unable to attack the city.

And when the resounding heavenly general night passed, it was this autumn harvest farmer who took advantage of the night to break through the Hulao pass, and broke through the front of the formation for Emperor Cangwu.

Some people say that the autumn harvest farmers are all desperate people in the rivers and lakes, with nowhere to go.

Therefore, all the cavalry in this iron cavalry only use their own weapons, unlike other Tianqiang Battalions and Tianshield Battalions which have unified weapons.

Later, this Autumn Harvest farmer followed Patriarch Huangxuan countless times to break through the formation and kill the enemy.

In the Battle of Danqiu, this iron cavalry followed Huangxuan Qiechen to kill millions of Xiongnu, and later, this iron cavalry followed Huangxuan Jiuyin to kill [-] households in Beimang.

In the 800-year history of the Chen Dynasty, this iron cavalry was like a ink stroke in a history book, neatly crossing out all the enemy chieftains in this huge territory.

They always go to battle in the dark after nightfall, and return with the heads of their enemies.

Like an old farmer returning home with grain at night.

After a long period of peace in the world, this iron cavalry has not been heard of in the world for a long time.

But now, the iron cavalry of the Huangxuan family appeared again.

The boy's white plain clothes face the wind.

The man in black armor in front of him slowly retracted his sword and knelt down in front of the young man.

"The last general, I would like to fight with the young master Jin!!!"

All the black cavalry dismounted and knelt down in an instant!

The sky is full of light, and the sound is loud in the field.

Those iron cavalry wearing black armor are like bronze figurines surrendering in front of the emperor.

The silence carried a strong chill.This iron cavalry never appeared even in Daytime War, Huang Xuan would rather use his own death in exchange for a cessation of war than summon this iron cavalry.

Because this iron cavalry was the last gift that the war god-like man left to his thin and kind son.

When that young man no longer escapes, when that young man bears the name of Huangxuan Jin, this iron cavalry that has been dusty underground for a hundred years will return to the world again to welcome their young master back home.

Chu Wu stood up, and the armor on his body made a heavy impact sound.

The man raised his hand wearing a thick bronze glove, and took a peach blossom.

"It's been a long time since I saw a peach blossom." The man said.

"There will be ones in Jiangnan every year." Zichen looked back at Chuwu and said.

"But there will be no peach blossoms under the Huangxuan family's underground palace. We stayed there long enough to make hundreds of altars of flower carvings." Chu Wu said.

"Then go back and watch this time." Zichen said softly, "See enough."

There was a large and heavy sound of horseshoes in the distance.

A team in white military uniforms rushed forward.

Chu Wu laughed out loud, and suddenly threw Zichen onto his back.

The man is like a huge tiger beast, rushing forward suddenly.

"Break the formation for the young master!!!"

The thin boy in white was lying behind the tiger-like man.

The black black armored cavalry rushed into the white.

02

On the towering branches of the peach blossoms, two girls in tight black clothes, with double swords on their backs and veiled hats, watched the black and white fight in the peach blossom forest.

"Even autumn harvest farmers have appeared."

"You and I have to return to the position of ghost ghost."

The phoenix, the phoenix, the sun is far away.Lushen Xinyi, dead Lin Boxi.