Queen of the Black Phoenix

Chapter 105
into the night.

The wolves were dense.

In the year of the great freeze six years ago in the wild grassland, there were a lot fewer wolves.

As long as you don't travel alone at night, you can still survive.

But now, wolves are rampant on the wild grassland.

Even a small group of people will be attacked by wolves.

Throughout the night, the howling of wolves could be heard one after another.

No matter how many corpses are left during the day, after one night, the grassland will still be grassland the next day.

clean.

The bodies were all gone.

Kugu Mountain, which had been peaceful for five or six years, suddenly fell into the feeling that everyone went up the mountain at the beginning.

Everyone's heart is unconsciously violently suppressed.

A feeling of desperate need to vent.

The national teacher also felt it.

Because Dry Bone Mountain was originally a land abandoned by the gods, what it absorbed was death and resentment.

Because of the arrival of the Eldest Princess Shenyou, she transformed those lifeless resentments onto herself, so the development of Kugushan became better and better.

But now, there are countless souls and dead spirits in the barren grassland.

All the dead spirits of wronged souls rolled in like a sea of ​​fog, and all of them gathered on the Dry Bone Mountain.

On the mountain, the big hook daughter-in-law who was finally conceived, the child is almost full term, but a pool of blood fell out, and there was a face in the blood.

Terrible.

The baby on the mountain even started to get sick again.

As a last resort, Mr. Guo let these children live in Shenyou's house.

However, compared to the raging wolves below the mountain, the night in Dry Bones Mountain is very good, it can be regarded as quiet and peaceful, there are no wolves here.

General Wu Jiang leaning against a corner looked at the eight swords lined up beside him, each of which emitted a deep light, making the stars pale.

He couldn't even sit up, but he was still lying down, stroking each one.

Feeling around, finally sighing.

It would be great if those brothers were still there, and each of them could share a share.

He finally grabbed the knife in the middle and dragged it to his side. He didn't even look at the rest of the knife, he was afraid that he would repent and hesitate.

He held the knife he picked tightly.

Only then began to observe the people around.

This is a campfire.

There is a high fire in the middle, and a row of sheep is roasting on the fire.

The suet is sizzling.

There is also a large pot next to it, and the soup in it is thick and tumbling.

Around this bonfire, there are people all around.

There are men, there are women, there are children, there are old people, and there are disabled people.

These people are actually the withered bone mountain bandits that he wants to destroy?
Among them, the woman who cooks the soup, he actually knows, is the family member of the prisoner who he sold to the county magistrate.

That time when he saw a soldier making a fuss about the woman and wanted to do things outside, he kicked the soldier away.

Also let your subordinates restrain themselves.

But he really couldn't manage it.

The imperial court does not give money to work, but also supports those prisoners. They really think that their barracks are a land of fish and rice. Everyone in the barracks can't wear warm clothes or eat enough, and some people starve to death.

The emaciated woman who was about to die in my memory, but now her back is straight, holding a large spoon in her hand, stirring the soup in the pot, her face is flushed with the firelight.

What surprised him even more was not the woman cooking soup with a spoon, but the woman in black with a mask on her face.

Wu Jiang also knew her.

I heard that she committed the most serious crime, so she was given the death sentence, and her entire face was destroyed. This kind of punishment is very cruel, because it is very painful, and the people who are punished often scream because of the pain. Dumb, in severe cases, can't speak later.

Wu Jiang knew that she was not as miserable as she was, seeing many tragedies in the frontier army.

Instead, I heard that she has an extremely beautiful figure... This is a tragedy in itself.

But at the moment she was sitting on the grass, her figure was indeed extremely beautiful.

Those eyes are extremely beautiful, extremely good, and extremely cold.

She also has a sword by her side.

Not only deep, but also bright red.

There is also a blood groove next to the sword.

This is a sword that has seen a lot of blood and killed many, many people.

Just stand beside her.

She held a bottle of wine generously, poured it into her mouth little by little, and said a word or two to the people next to her from time to time.

She is not like a woman, but like an extremely outstanding soldier.

The best soldiers in her camp are not as vigorous as her.

Her long hair fluttered in the night wind, and the soft ends brushed against the hard mask on her face.

He stared at her, and she also looked at him, but she lost a mocking look.

This look made Wu Jiang feel ashamed.

He looked away.

look away.

The lamb is roasted.

An old man missing a leg skipped and handed him a piece of mutton and a bowl of soup.

Wu Jiang, who hadn't eaten for a long time, took a mouthful of hot soup.

Tears were about to roll down.

hot.

Delicious.

Fragrant.

Biting the mutton again, his teeth wanted to chew it to pieces.

too delicious.

He couldn't remember how long he hadn't had a hot meal.

The only thing that is hot every day is blood.

The blood from the brother's body is hot when it spurts out.

Only the body is cold.

He ate meat, drank soup, and shed tears.

Eating, drinking, suddenly burst into tears.

"All dead, all dead, dead."

With tears streaming down his face, he looked at the crowd in front of him.

Look at the fire in the center.

A little girl stood in front of him.

Patted his shoulder.

"They will not die in vain, we will avenge them."

The girl said.

The girl's voice was childish.

Wu Jiang felt a little funny.

The little tusks on the girl's head are blooming, like my niece, whom I haven't seen for many years, has she grown into a flower-like girl now?

"who are you?"

"I'm the bandit leader."

The girl spoke.

The others laughed.

Eat, get full, get drunk, sleep, wake up.

There was no one around.

If he hadn't seen the knife in his arms, Wu Jiang would have thought that he was captured by a ghost and had a strange dream.

He struggled to his feet.

There are no lively crowds, no bonfires, and no roast sheep.

The old man with the broken leg was still at the door, grinning at himself: "Are you awake? Do you want something to eat? It's already past noon."

The old man with a broken leg sat on the ground, looking at himself.

It was already past noon, he looked up at the sky, indeed, the sun was no longer in the middle of the sky.

He was really hungry.

The old man with a broken leg brought him food with a cane.

It's gray steamed buns, pickles, and porridge.

Not as good as last night, but still pretty good.

He was so hungry that he couldn't take care of it, and buried himself in eating.

The other party is also eating.

Halfway through the meal, Wu Jiang suddenly asked, "Where are the others? There weren't many people last night, why did you wake up and no one was there?"

"Let's go, I'm going to fight the Jing army." The old man with a broken leg said calmly.

"They're all gone? Fight Jing Jun?" Wu Jiang opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"Gone, even our little village head is gone." The old man with a broken leg said.

Wu Jiang jumped up.

"Isn't this nonsense? Do you know who Jing Jun is? They kill anyone they see, especially children. How can that little guy go too?"

"Mr. Guo said that she is the head of our village, and she is going." After the old man with the broken leg finished speaking, he continued to eat, but his eyes were also very worried.

After Wu Jiang snorted, he asked the old man with a broken leg for a piece of cloth.

He took the knife and seriously tied the knife and his hands together.

"Such a good knife, if I don't pick it up, it's a pity, in case I die, the knife can't be thrown away."

After tying up the knife, he stood up and said to the old man with the broken leg, "Thank you for your hospitality. I'm leaving. I'm an officer and soldier. It is reasonable for Jing Jun to fight me."

The old man with a broken leg, looking at this soldier, went down the mountain alone with a knife on his shoulders. The bone path is very long, and his shadow is getting smaller and smaller.

(End of this chapter)