Chapter 332
Huang Taiji fled outside the Jinzhou camp when Zu Dashou was observing the city.
Huang Taiji sent his light cavalry to Jinzhou Camp to report the news, and Dodo and the others received the call and led a rush of troops out of the camp to respond.
At this time, Zhao Yu was silent.
He was already stealth as to where Huang Taiji was, and he saw six or seven Tatar Generals in golden armor and helmets, and some scribes who put on airs, leading a troop of cavalry to meet Huang Taiji.
Zhao Yu laughed silently.
Under the light of a little fire, Zhao Yu's face was extremely cold.
In this brief moment, when he saw those Tatar executives, he roughly guessed that it should be all the Tatar leaders in this Jinzhou camp.
Seeing them, Zhao Yu saw everything from ten years ago.
That bloody evening.
The mother's cry and the father's roar, also scream, also blood.
At this moment, the Hong Chengchou, the Ming Army, the Imperial Court, and the righteousness were all thrown aside by Zhao Yu without the slightest hesitation. He just wanted to kill, kill all the high-level Tatar, only with their heads and blood, can we pay homage to the spirit of his parents in the sky, and can wipe out the resentment in his heart.
Huang Taiji let out a long sigh, seeing Dodo and the others coming up to him, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at the fire-lit wilderness, but he didn't hear the screams of killing.
"hahaha...that Han Barbarian! That Han Barbarian! hahaha..."
laughs.
In an instant, the shock and fear in my heart were suppressed, and there really was a touch of Sovereign.
Dodo and the others came up and heard Huang Taiji laughing, each at a loss. Then he came to Huang Taiji, simultaneously turned over and dismounted, shouted the minions, and was about to kneel.
At this moment, there was a loud explosion: "Tatar, die!"
A ghost rushed up from an incredible angle, lifting the iron cone with one hand, and the other with the other. , I do not know when to mention a sharp knife.
The sharp knife flashed a blade light, like a bright moon rising from the ground, and suddenly circled around Huang Taiji, showing Zhao Yu's silhouette.
Zhao Yu threw away that sharp knife, stretched out hand, and swept it away, and there were five or six heads of money rat tails in his hands, and he turned his palms and wrapped them around his waist. .
Then with cold eyes, he pinned Huang Taiji straight, shouted: "Come down, you!"
Cut Huang Taiji warhorse's head, fiercely press, boo With a sound, the horse's head exploded, and Huang Taiji fell from the horse's back. Zhao Yu grabbed his clothes by the back, like a chicken, and held it in his hands.
in a flash, instantly.
In the blink of an eye, as if the appearance of a victory meeting, it became what it is now.
Five or six headless corpses in golden armor and helmets were lined up on their knees, as if to forgive their sins. The master of aloof and remote, the emperor, was carried in his hand like a chicken.
Zhao Yu held Huang Taiji in one hand and a cone in the other, looked around, and really won one by one. His eyes were like electricity, and he glanced over, and the respondent was dizzy and blood qi floated.
With a jingle, I don't know who's weapon fell to the ground. I saw a few scribes who were bowing behind the Tatar General who followed the golden armor and helmet.
Someone feces and urine came out from their crotch, gurgling in their throats, and they fell down, scared to death.
Ancient Zhang Yide roared from Changbanpo, frightening Cao General to death. Today, there is Zhao Yu one man one blade, and the people are all enemies!
Those scribes are also traitors.
Originally, I was thinking of entering Central Plains with Tatar, which is good for high position and great wealth. But who would have thought that there was someone who took out the leader of Tatar with a knife!
Where also what high position and great wealth?
Where also what hope?
Zhao Yu sees it clearly, coldly snorted, and when the iron cone is swung, it's a snap.
It is die without a whole corpse.
Then, countless Tatar armies exploded around.
Some of them were so crazy that they rushed up desperately, or saw that Emperor Tatar was not dead yet, and was carried by Zhao Yu in his hands, and also wanted to rescue the slave chiefs.
Some are panicking not knowing what to do, spinning around, muddleheaded.
What's more, he turned his horse's head and ran away without knowing the direction.
...
By the Nv'er River, there is a small mountain package, an abandoned small village facing the mountain and the river.
There is an old pine at the entrance of the village, I don't know how many years it has grown. Tingting like a cover, lush and green.
A small canal leads from the Nv'er River and goes around the village.
In a trance, I can still see the scenery of this village ten years ago. Chickens and dogs hear each other, and there is traffic in the streets. Or there are three or two children walking around laughing under the tree. There were three or five old people enjoying the shade under the tree, smiling and watching the children frolic.
There was another man who came back from fishing or carrying a bundle of firewood. There were also women holding wooden tubs, washed their clothes, and came back from the river.
also curling smoke.
also quiet and peaceful.
But now, this village is as cold as a ghost.
The old pine is still the same old pine, but there is a thick piece of pine needles under the tree. Xiaoqu has been flooded with weeds and can't be seen.
A section of the earthen wall surrounding the village collapsed, and a lot of weeds have grown on it. ,
loneliness, loneliness, and occasional old crows.
Zhao Yu stood at Lao Pine Shi'ar, holding the unconscious Huang Taiji in one hand, with his head hanging around his waist. The big iron cone was gone, and the other hand held a knife.
He stood under the tree and vaguely remembered walking around under the tree with a few friends. Remember to go fishing with them by the river, go bare-backed, jump into the mud by the river, and swim in the river.
I also remember a few Old Masters, wearing short coats, holding a fan, and remembering bittersweetness in the old Panasonic.
father everyday all is going out early and returning late, or fishing, or hunting, to give everything for that small home. Also mother, the land at home is managed by this strong woman.
Zhao Yu was ignorant at that time, and only matured in an instant when his parents died under the knife of Tatar.
But that's all hatred.
Now ten years later, standing under the old Panasonic at the entrance of the village, Zhao Yu is quite calm. But a faint sadness always lingers, making people feel a little aftertaste and reluctant, and some want to cry.
He remembered 'the child wants to be raised, but the parent doesn't wait'. Or think of 'Mother's line in the middle'.
Or a strict parent, or something else.
It is very complicated and very difficult to let go of.
Long time, Zhao Yu sighed.
Huang Taiji woke up now.
He heard Zhao Yu sigh, not knowing why. Quietly lifts the head, took a closer look at the abandoned village, Huang Taiji said: "The warrior is invincible, my Great Qing is unparalleled in iron cavalry, if warrior..."
Zhao Yu will take Huang Taiji Throw it on the ground, lost a dog chewing shit.
Then move rocks around.
Huang Taiji didn't dare to escape, he knew he couldn't escape. So many soldiers and horses, so many interceptions, never stopped this man's pace even once.
He is alone now, with no horses and no personal soldiers, so how can he escape?
He just sat there, sentence after sentence, using power, taking advantage, and using beauty. As long as he can think of it, he is like popping beans, hoping to persuade this Demon God even one point to get a glimmer of survival.
Zhao Yu ignored him completely, so what's the harm in letting him say a few more words to a dying person?
Only the stone was moved, and an altar was built at the entrance of the village, under the old Panasonic.
Then the earth was used as a furnace, and the pine branches were used as incense, and the heads of the people around the waist were placed one by one as sacrifices for the three animals.
Huang Taiji's face turned pale. He aimed at the stone and built the knife on the altar. Why was the blade so sharp, he only felt a tickling in his neck.
He knew what Zhao Yu was going to do.
Zhao Yu just walked over without saying a word, mentioned Huang Taiji, and threw it in front of the altar.
Huang Taiji moved his mouth and wanted to apologize, but didn't say it. He probably already knew what kind of person someone like Zhao Yu was.
He has read Han Chinese's ancient books. Some of them avenge their parents and kill the enemy for thousands of miles, even if they spend half their lives and die without regrets. Every time he saw it before, he admired how many Daoist Han Chinese heroes were and how prosperous Daoist Han civilization was.
And now, he is only afraid.
Such a person is not tempted by power, money and beauty, and is persistent and firm. Once determined, Nine Headed Bull can't pull it back.
In the end, he couldn't help but say: "I don't remember I've been here."
Zhao Yu grabbed the mouse tail behind his head and raised the knife in one hand: "My father and my mother!"
Zhao Yu knelt to the ground with a bang and shouted up to the sky: "Child, today, I have avenged you!"
Pu chi!
Dou Da held a head in his hand, and a cavity of dirty blood poured out, staining the altar with blood red.
Zhao Yu threw away the sharp knife, took Huang Taiji's deadly leader in both hands, and placed it respectfully in the center of the altar. Then three kneels and nine knocks: "The soul is back!"