man sanctified in death row vest

Zheng Haoran was furious in fresh clothes, like a young boy, with a smile on his face, humming a little song, kicking his horse's hooves, and walked back to the barracks.

Oncoming glare of daylight.

There is also a piece of armor shining brightly under the sun.

Zheng Haoran was taken aback.

He hasn't issued a military order yet.

Da da da.

"30 years,"

Lao Li led the old horse that had been with him for almost ten years, wearing armor and a battle helmet, and came to Zheng Haoran.

"Old Zheng, I have been in the army for 30 years. I am an old bastard, and I became your lieutenant general. In the blink of an eye, your position is higher than ours."

Old Li's rickety back straightened a little bit.

Before the whole army ate wolf meat last night, Zheng Haoran and Lao Li analyzed in the barracks, which made Lao Li understand what they were about to face.

Zheng Haoran looked at Lao Li with a complicated expression, and took a deep breath.

He raised his head, letting the tears that almost slipped back into his eyeballs.

Lao Li chuckled, patted his horse's ass tenderly, and acted like he was stroking his lover's buttocks.

"After 30 years of mixing, I can finally fight a tough battle."

Old Li blinked at Zheng Haoran: "Old Zheng, do you think my father is stupid?"

Zheng Haoran narrowed his eyes, he knew what Lao Li wanted to say.

"When I was a child, the old man hoped that I would be successful when I grew up, so I asked an expert to approve the order and named me Li Weiguo. After serving the corvee and serving as a soldier, my father beat his chest and beat his feet, and scolded the blind man who was a fortune teller thousands of times, saying If I had known today, I wouldn’t have taken such a bad name when I was beaten to death.”

"He said it was my cousin 'Li Dahui' who was lucky enough to run away and become a bandit, with a big bowl of wine and a big mouthful of meat, and lived a chic and unrestrained life."

"Later I learned how to be good, and named my stupid son 'Li Dafu'. Look, it sounds so festive, but if you hear it, you will not be able to go to the battlefield."

A small soldier came to Lao Li with a heavy armor.

Zheng Haoran was silent and opened his arms.

Click, click, click.

Lao Li personally put on the armor for Zheng Haoran, which is what Lao Li has been doing for Zheng Haoran since he became Zheng Haoran's deputy general.

Lao Li put on Zheng Haoran's armor carefully, and in a short while, Zheng Haoran was ready to go, and the polished armor was shining brightly under the sunlight.

"The commander-in-chief please!"

Pfft!
Old Li gritted his teeth and pulled down his helmet. His voice was cold, like a knife scraping on a cold rock. He folded his fists and knelt down on one knee, and his voice spread throughout the barracks.

In the barracks, there are only more than 800 people who are still alive, but these 800 people raised their swords, spears, spears and iron shields at the same time, and shouted like tens of thousands of people.

"Humble job please!"

Li Weiguo: "Swear to defend the territory!"

The whole army: "Swear to defend the territory!"

Li Weiguo: "Go in!"

The whole army: "Go in!"

Li Weiguo: "Break through Bagna Mountain!"

The whole army: "Tread through Bagna Mountain!"

Li Weiguo: "If you don't destroy the Northern Barbarians, you will never return them!"

The whole army: "If you don't break the northern barbarians, you will never return them!"

Li Weiguo: "Damn it!"

The whole army: "Do the big ticket!"

Li Weiguo: "Fuck him!"

Quan Jun: "Fuck him!"

After shouting, the whole army burst into laughter.

The corners of Zheng Haoran's eyes were moist, and he slowly pulled off the tiger-shaped visor.

Under the yelling of lieutenant general Li Weiguo, Zheng Jiajun's morale rose layer by layer and reached the peak.

Zheng Haoran was surprised to see that in the vast white snow, above the heads of the five members of Zheng Jiajun 820, a column of blood-red air flow faintly rushed out. elephant.

Lao Li and the others seemed unable to see the "morale" that had condensed into a fierce tiger.

It was also the first time for Zheng Haoran himself to see the manifestation of "morale" so clearly.

puff.

A strange sound came from Zheng Haoran's ear, babbling - he was in a trance, as if he had come to a strange space.

He looked around in a daze. On the endless battlefield, there were two huge red crescent moons hanging in the blood-colored sky.Around the meniscus, there are huge "gears" turning.

Mountains and rivers, like a static curtain, hang upside down between the blood moon and the gears.

On the endless plain, corpses are piled up, armor is stained with blood, and broken and rusty weapons are scattered on the plain like a sea of ​​weapons.The stacked corpses are like hills, and the broken blades inserted upside down are like crooked trees.

"here it is……"

Zheng Haoran closed and opened his eyes before coming here, he didn't know why he came here, he felt instinctively that he should belong here.

Time on the battlefield seemed to be frozen, there was no wind, no sound, and it was eerily quiet.

The stacked corpses branched out into a narrow path, and Zheng Haoran walked forward along the empty path of corpses like sleepwalking.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, he wandered around the battlefield dry-mouthed, like a ghost.

Finally, he saw a door.

A bloody door with pieces of fresh meat and broken bones on it.

As Zheng Haoran approached, the door opened a gap by itself.

A gentle and graceful call came from inside.

Zheng Haoran couldn't hear what the people behind the door were saying.

Russling, like a midnight dream, the indistinct murmur of the Yiren beside the pillow, also like a whisper.

"It's Chuntao."

Zheng Haoran smiled happily, pushed open the door, and walked in.

……

When Zheng Haoran opened his eyes again.

He walked through the door for a long, long, long time.

It's just a blink of an eye.

At this time, a pitch-black raven flew towards this side from a distance.

Zheng Haoran casually picked up a stone at his feet, and shot it with a snap of his fingers.

The raven was crushed in mid-air, its feathers scattered, and fell down in pieces.

Zheng Haoran helped Li Weiguo, and after a moment of silence, he said in a very calm tone: "I, Zheng Haoran, am not a good general."

Li Weiguo grinned: "Who are you not? Who says you are not? I, Li Weiguo, are the first to be anxious with him!"

"I promise to take you back."

Lao Li shook his head: "It's better than starving to death and freezing to death on the road. I just sharpened my knife and killed at least two. It's definitely worth it."

Zheng Haoran sighed softly: "I am not a good father either."

Old Li was stunned.

"In the world, how can there be a good father who would lie to his son?"

Lao Li shook his head vigorously: "Why can't you lie? Like my family's Dafu, who foolishly insists on saying that he will be like his father when he grows up, defending the family and the country. I scold him, and I say you fart. Is it good to be an official?"

Zheng Haoran made sense when he heard it: "That's true."

The two looked at each other and laughed.

"The whole army—obey the order!"

Zheng Haoran got on his horse, with his long knife at his side, the wind was rustling, and the red tassels were blowing, chilling the silence.

"If you don't break the Northern Barbarian, you will never return it!"

The whole army: "If you don't break the northern barbarians, you will never return them!"

"kill!"

820 five people, plus Zheng Haoran, a total of 820 six people, entered the canyon.

Zheng Haoran knew that he couldn't retire, even before his son's showdown, he never thought about quitting.

The wolf king pretended to retreat on other fronts, but actually dispatched troops to fight himself to the death.He won, and behind him was an empty river and mountain. The northern barbarian army drove straight in, killing the common people's homes.

Zheng Haoran thought of the old man who was hiding under the cloak all day long, hiding his head and showing his tail.

No wonder from the first time we met, he felt uncomfortable with that person.

Men who dare not bump fists with him are not good men.

Zheng Haoran recognized this dead truth.

So from the very beginning, he felt that the national teacher was not a good thing.

From the child's words, Zheng Haoran understood that the national teacher turned out to be the child's mortal enemy in the future.

"If you want my life, I will give it to you."

"Anyway, I know that you won't get any benefits in front of my son in the future."

"My son has already avenged today's revenge, so I have no regrets!"

What Zheng Xiu never knew was what Zheng Haoran understood from Zheng Xiu's fist.

It is "hesitating".

From the very beginning, Zheng Haoran knew that the "fake death and rebirth" that Zheng Xiu said was fake.

He will die here.

Zheng Haoran understood this matter.

The son is doing well in the future.

He understood the matter.

The son started from scratch, married a daughter-in-law, became the richest man, and became a prince.

Because, his death.

Zheng Haoran doesn't know what the "butterfly effect" is, let alone the so-called "influence of the world line", or "what kind of stone and what kind of door". The beast-like man's intuition made him understand this matter.

He must accept his own death so that his son can live well in the future.

There was a whirring wind in my ears.

An anxious and annoyed gaze focused behind him.

He knew his son was watching him.

The canyon was full of barbarians.

Holding a spear, a shield soldier in front, and an iron bucket.

Zheng Haoran let out a long roar, and flicked his left hand in the void.

Ruhong's morale gathered in Zheng Haoran's hands in an instant, turning into an invisible blade to harvest the lives of the barbarians in front of him.

now.

In the eyes of the barbarians, Zheng Haoran, who is wearing armor and looks like a tiger, is like the "big devil" in their childhood stories.

With a wave of his hand, countless heads fell to the ground, blood staining the snow field red.

"ghost!"

"Ghost!"

Kill ten people in one step without leaving credit or fame!

Zheng Haoran's war horse stomped over the corpse almost non-stop.

He wields a knife with morale wrapped around it, like an invincible god of war.

Not to mention that no one can block his knife, at this moment Zheng Haoran is possessed like a god of war, even if it is a shield soldier covered in heavy armor, the armor on their body is like paper, easily torn apart, and Zheng Haoran dismembers him in the blink of an eye, Unload a few pieces.

far away.

Zheng Xiu, Feng Bei, and Monk stood far away.

The monk stared dumbfounded at the 820 five people led by Zheng Haoran, rushing into the canyon like a torrent, invincible.

Every step he took, seemed to be walking with the word "invincible".

Feng Bei walked from behind Zheng Xiu and gently hugged Zheng Xiu.

Zheng Xiu's body was shaking.

"My dad lied to me."

Zheng Xiu's voice was low and deep: "He lied to me, that old man doesn't repair me, I was fooled by him, big fool, old fool, how can you lie to your own son! How can you just open your mouth!"

Feng Bei hugged Zheng Xiu, his arms became tighter and tighter.

There was a sneer in her ear.

……

"Let's lie to him, shall we lie to him too?"

It was the voice of "Xieluo River".

"Didn't you tell him that father and you have already conspired together?"

"To shut up."

"Hehe, he's always kept in the dark."

"You lied to him 200 years ago, pretended to be me, and became husband and wife for ten years."

"At this point, you still lied to him."

"How long do you want to lie to him?"

"If he knows that 'you' killed his father, guess what he will think of you?",

"you shut up."

"To shut up."

……

Not before.

In the military account.

Zheng Haoran lives with Fengbei.

"your hands."

With a straight face, Zheng Haoran asked Feng Bei to take off his gloves.

Under the light, Fengbei's hands were almost transparent, faintly visible, as if they would disappear at any moment.

"I see."

That night, even if Fengbei didn't say anything, Zheng Haoran vaguely understood that they went back to 20 years ago not to change anything.

"It's just that the son wants to see the father, that's all."

"See you, see you soon."

"My silly son is just like his mother, he looks easy-going and smiling, but he is actually more stubborn than anyone else."

"Back then, I thought that when I look for a daughter-in-law in the future, I have to find someone who can beat him to the teeth, so that he can be restrained."

"Seeing you, the old man is relieved."

"When you go back, remember to tell my silly son,"

"Ahem, that's what you said."

Zheng Haoran had a sullen face, temporarily regarded Feng Bei as Zheng Xiu, and scolded in an angry tone: "You stupid son, I slept soundly in the Zheng family's ancestral hall, and the incense was so fragrant, I was full to eat So let him stop thinking about tossing and tossing, and pull me out of the grave! If I really come back to life, the first thing I will do is to take care of my family, hang me up and beat me!"

"Daughter-in-law, Feng'er, remember to tell him like this, if it really doesn't work, beat him to death and wake him up."

"At home, the sky is big and the earth is big, and the master is the biggest. You have to listen to me."

"I'm not dead yet, you'll only listen to him after he dies."

……

"There is another way!"

Zheng Xiu looked at the torrent of war horses in the sunlight, gritted his teeth and muttered to himself:
"There is another way!"

"I'm resistant to constant darkness!"

At this moment, Zheng Xiu himself didn't realize that there were blue veins on his forehead, his eyes were wide open, and his expression was somewhat bewildered and ferocious.

"I drew the ground as a prison!"

"I have a glazed body!"

"20 years ago I was able to drag you out of the eternal darkness with the incarnation of 'Zheng Shan'!"

"Today, I can too!"

"I just need to let everyone think that 'Daddy' is dead! Everything is ready and it will work!"

"Such a large number of human souls will definitely blast through the barrier of constant darkness and cause accidents!"

"At that time, I pulled Dad...out!"

"As long as everyone is dead, no one will know what happened today!"

"As long as Dad can survive..."

"Old Li, I'm sorry!"

"I can't change the 'total annihilation'! I can only secretly let my father survive!"

……

At this moment, Zheng Haoran was filled with strong blood.

The dead corpses were swept up by the strong wind beside them in the torrent of the war cavalry's charge, and were torn apart in the canyon.

Blood rained, flesh and blood fell, what a frightening picture of purgatory on earth!

Zheng Haoran seemed to be the center of everything, and the torn flesh and blood floated strangely around him.With Zheng Haoran as the leader, the 820 and five people behind him seemed to have become an invincible beast on the battlefield, an unstoppable torrent of flesh and blood.

"Ghost!"

"Ahhhh-"

Zheng Haoran seemed to be a fierce ghost on the battlefield at this moment.

The barbarians just saw the fierce light shining from under his tiger-shaped visor, and they were frightened to death.

Terrified!

Before Zheng Haoran charged, the [-] troops on Manzi's side, no one could have expected that a mere one person could strike a victory like a heavy hammer on a battlefield of this level!
Even if reason tells them that no matter how terrifying Zheng Haoran is, he is just a person, he is just a person!

But there seemed to be a voice in the hearts of the savages fleeing wildly, as if a terrible shadow was entrenched.They lost their will to fight, lost their souls in fright, threw away their weapons one after another, fled out of the canyon, and fled back to the wilderness.

The power of one person!
Be an army!

Behind the army formation, the wolf king looked at the disintegrated formation in front of him, his eyes were lax.

"Impossible, it's impossible."

Closing his eyes for a moment, the Wolf King's scattered gaze regrouped. He looked at the fleeing barbarians in disappointment. This was the army he was proud of, but with just one charge, the force he was proud of turned into a large army. A pale figure.

"If you were mine, if you were mine..."

The wolf king stood up and waved his hand.

"Ring the 'Drums of Night'!"

Beside him, the trumpeter who had been sitting on the ground in fright raised his head blankly.

The wolf king was furious, and stretched out his hand to break the trumpeter's neck.

Click.

It was not until he had killed three trumpeters that the fourth hurriedly sounded his horn.

dong dong dong dong!

Behind the army, stood a group of ragged "witches" wearing bone masks and looking like savages.

When they heard the horn, they lifted off their fur cloaks, revealing a blood-red drum with a delicate surface around their waist—a human skin drum!

The human skin is painted on the surface, the human bone is used as the frame, and human blood is soaked for 81 days before it can be made into human skin and bone!

Among the northern barbarians, the most indispensable thing is the dead, so there is no shortage of "human skin drums".

The small drums made a dull sound, as fast as rain, and spread thousands of miles in an instant.

The sky suddenly darkened.

In just a few breaths, the sky that had just risen was as if it had been dyed layer upon layer.

In a blink of an eye, it became night!

A red full moon, a perfectly round blood moon, rises silently!