Great General [Rebirth]

Zhao Yongzhou is still ashamed of his inferiority complex.Because in his heart, at that moment, he was already so scared that he just wanted to run for his life.He pursed his lips tightly and looked up at his teacher with pain in his eyes.

"Indiscriminate massacre." Feng Buran said with a smile.

There were constant screams.It is the most primitive panic from the most simple people who have never faced the battlefield. Those screams go straight to the bottom of the heart and will cause common tremors.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!--"

A panicked and erratic scream sounded like the weakest lamb.Shouting indiscriminately, 'Brother. '

Zhao Yongzhou's eyes widened, and he turned his head to look over.

The villagers were ruthlessly driven out of their homes like pigs and cows. They all gathered on the grain drying ground and were scolded and squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands.The terrified Xiuxiu couldn't obey at all, she was kicked, beaten, whipped, and rolled around on the ground.

"How dare they...! This is the land of Great Rong, how dare they be so presumptuous!" Zhao Yongzhou gritted his teeth.Reason returned to the brain a little bit, still fearful, but those people were innocent people who were weaker than him.He felt inferior because of the idea of ​​running away just now, Feng Buran must have seen his thoughts at a glance.

Obviously he was the one who brought bad luck to these people, but now he wants to leave just to escape for his own life.

The teacher must be laughing at such a self, pathetic, pitiful, cowardly and powerless like an ant crawler.

Clenched fists, angry red eyes, tense muscles.Feng Buran watched with a smile on his face, and the moment Zhao Yongzhou wanted to rush out, Jiang pulled him back, and at the same time quickly tapped his acupoints.

Zhao Yongzhou's body was stiff in a kneeling position, unable to move, let alone make a sound.He stared at Feng Buran with wide eyes.

"I told you once, you have to get used to dead people." Feng Buran said.

The sound of the blade cutting into flesh and blood shattered people's eardrums, and Julan's soldiers began to kill the villagers here. The splashed limbs and blood, separated so far away, became Zhao Yongzhou's deepest nightmare.

He completely forgot to breathe.Forget about being ashamed, and forget about blaming.The people here just died like this, Zhao Yongzhou vaguely understood that he and Feng Buran would not be able to face each other properly in this life.Because they caused all this, and let innocent people suffer brutal massacres...

Feng Buran seemed to sigh lightly, but Zhao Yongzhou didn't hear it.The people around stood up and walked out step by step.Before that, Feng Buran murmured to say a word, but forcibly suppressed it.

Enough is enough, stop pampering that brat.Feng Buran warned the other self in his body.

Feng Buran walked out from the rapeseed field, and the Buddha sitting on the horse saw him and ordered his men to stop the slaughter.He spoke bad Central Plains dialect, just like what Zhao Yongju heard in Heguan three years ago.

"Da Rong... the manager?" His icy blue eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the people who appeared, as if he couldn't quite believe what he saw.What is this called?Is it all effortless?No, not right.He turned the mountain upside down, carried out a carpet search, and killed many people from the Central Plains.But it took a lot of effort.He has seen this person many times on the battlefield, and he is indeed the coach of Dayong, although it feels a little... different.

The man in the night smiled, and the powder of rapeseed flowers was still on his shoulders, but it didn't affect his aura and graceful demeanor at all.

"Yes. I am Feng Buran."

The Buddha looked at him for a while, then suddenly raised his eyes to look at the sea of ​​flowers behind him, passing through the long bright yellow, his eyes reaching the end made Zhao Yongzhou, who was hiding there, feel a chill in his heart.

"What are you looking at?" Feng Buran asked with a smile.The tone is very leisurely.

The villagers were frightened and stupid. When Xiuxiu saw him coming out, she ran to him in a frenzy, screaming 'brother'.Feng Buran didn't look at the people around him, but kept looking straight at the Buddha.

The horse seemed to be startled suddenly, raised its head and took a few steps back.Buddha held the horse's head, feeling more and more that something was wrong with the man in front of him.The eyes, the aura, the movements are all wrong.

"Where are the guards?" Buddha asked.

"Dead." Feng Buran said.

After a while of silence, the Buddha raised his hand and raised his head slightly, surrounded by the medicine men around him, and the Lian Yue scimitar glowed coldly.

Dodging the oncoming attack and snatching a scimitar, the speed is incredible.The medicine man was tall and strong, with great strength, he didn't take it seriously, and bumped him headlong.Feng Buran backed away again and again after being bumped, coughed several times in a muffled voice, and her black eyes became dark.Seeing that the huge fist was about to fall, Feng Buran raised his knife hand and swiped it in the air a few times before dodging it.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu......

Zhao Yongzhou in the distance was also shocked.I saw that the medicine man's arm from the shoulder, elbow joint, and hand joint were all picked off and broken into three sections, neatly.But only a thin streak of blood flowed down, which shows the precision and proficiency of the person who cut the knife.

Taking advantage of the victory to pursue, Feng Buran used his saber again and again, the medicine man went berserk and hit him indiscriminately, as if he didn't know the pain.With a heavy hammer and a punch, countless dust rose up on the ground, and a big hole was smashed out.Everyone only heard a loud noise mixed with subtle and negligible strange sounds, and the medicine man stopped moving.After the dust cleared, by the moonlight, I saw that the medicine man's head was tilted to one side in a strange posture, his face was bloody, and the skin from the scalp to the upper body was peeled off. .

The tall monster just now is now a pile of rotten meat.

Feng Buran jumped to the side, the knife was very clean, looked carefully, only a few drops of blood dripped on the ground on the tip of the knife.

This appalling sight caused some villagers to faint from fright.Zhao Yongzhou felt his internal organs churning, but he closed his lips tightly and stared fixedly at the sun-drying field.

The expressions on the faces of the medicine men were numb and unaffected in the slightest.The Buddha just looked at Feng Buran's hand holding the knife thoughtfully, and said something huge.From far away, Zhao Yongzhou couldn't hear clearly.

But Feng Buran raised an evil smile, "Then you have to work hard. Don't worry, I don't die that easily, and it happens that I rarely meet such a fun prey. How about enjoying it for both of you? "

It was a hell of a fight.Fragmented corpses, but almost no smell of blood.Yaoren has always been a headache for Dayong soldiers, with a strong physique, tenacious vitality, strong killing intent, indifferent emotion and pain.

Feng Buran seems to be proficient in the method of dissection, in his eyes a person is like a bull in Pao Ding's eyes, dissection is effortless at all.However, it was delicate work, and he had to keep dodging the cut machete, which was very exhausting, not to mention that he was seriously injured in the first place.

When he solved the fourth medicine man, the tip of Lian Yue's scimitar broke.

"Tsk." Feng Buran frowned, raised his hand to block a slash, and the knife broke.He dodged the knife, and came again from the side.If you can't dodge it, you will open sideways.

Clutching his bleeding left arm, Feng Buran said displeasedly, "I won't play anymore, I surrender."

If he continued playing, he would suffer more severe injuries, but he would not be able to escape.Moreover, the little ghost's acupoints are about to be untied.

"Shen Tuyu, I want to see him." Feng Buran said calmly.

As if he was not a prisoner, he ordered with the posture of the usual superior.

But Zhao Yongzhou knew in his heart that if Feng Buran fell into Shen Tuyu's hands, he might not be able to come back alive.

He wanted to think of the words that once warned him:

Your Marshal Feng is not Shen Tuyu's opponent.

With an army of 30, it was only Shen Tuyu who was fighting against him.

With Feng Buran going, Da Rong will not lose this war.There are also generals, generals of various parties, and princes in Beijing.They will not let this war fail, the little Julan is just a chessboard for the great Central Plains Empire to fight for power.

That day on the Jintu natural barrier, smoke was released, why did the reinforcements not arrive?During the three days they were in this small mountain village, the Julan people searched all over, why didn't Dayong's rescuers come?

Looking at the figure of Feng Buran being escorted away, Zhao Yongzhou's eyes were blurred, his back felt cold, and his heart felt cold.

It's a conspiracy, from the beginning.

It doesn't matter who is involved, everyone is their own master.

Feng Buran died, his master would not shed a single tear for him.The second prince also has the commanding officer of the imperial army, the young prince also has the imperial uncle whom he relies on, and the Feng family has excellent sons and daughters to inherit the position of patriarch.

No one will send troops to rescue him.

What kind of person do you want to be?

I want to be someone like a teacher, a generalissimo, a general.

oh?Then you have to get used to seeing a lot of dead people.There are many kinds of dead people, and you will understand later.

With the night wind blowing, Zhao Yongju's paralyzed body gradually regained consciousness.He rubbed his almost useless knee and stood up unsteadily, walking towards the grain drying field step by step.

The demons had been away for a long time, and the smell of blood that had been invisible just now gradually became stronger, and it was unknown where the blood was coming from.

Zhao Yongzhou stepped up a few steps, looked at the villagers who were still lying on the ground, and suddenly found that his throat was blocked, and he couldn't say anything.

"...It's all right. Everyone, get up and go back to the house." Zhao Yongzhou's voice sounded so small.

After coming over for a while, Uncle Lao Gen raised his head, looked around in fear, and finally fell on Zhao Yongzhou.It's like they don't know who he is.

"It's okay, let's go back to the house and go back to sleep." Zhao Yongzhou said softly.

Old Uncle Gen almost crawled, pulled Aunt Gen up, carried Xiuxiu who had passed out, and ran back to the house, and then slammed the door shut.The others got up one after another and ran back desperately.

Every household slammed the door, and soon, only Zhao Yongzhou was left on the sun-drying field, with corpses, stumps, and blood flowing out from nowhere, covering the whole sun-drying field gradually. .

Enduring all kinds of discomfort, Zhao Yongzhou piled up all the corpses.I went to Uncle Gen's kitchen to borrow a fire and burned them all.

I went to the river to pick up a few buckets of water, poured them on the grain drying field, washed away the blood, and cleaned them.

Every house closed its doors, turned off the lights, and dared not make a sound.The small village in this valley was terribly silent, the flames burned into a raging fire, and finally everything turned into a handful of dust, which was washed away by Zhao Yongzhou's buckets of water.

Dawn, early morning, and then the sun came out from the top of the mountain, and the golden light pierced through the clouds and shone on the small quiet village.On weekdays, everyone was already busy in the fields at this time, but everything was so weird today.

After pouring out the last ladle of water to wash away the last bloodstain, Zhao Yongzhou straightened up and wiped the sweat off his forehead, returned the bucket and ladle to Old Uncle Gen's yard, closed the gate, and left.

There was no sound outside now.

The sound of killing, screaming, burning fire, water splashing on the ground, and the sound of continuous washing, all disappeared.

The villagers quietly opened the windows and opened a gap in the courtyard door.

The grain drying yard was gray and clean as usual, as if everything last night was just a dream.

That young man has gone far.