Killing was right beside him, and even while running, Mao Xingjian could hear the heart-wrenching roars of invading Indians fighting and being killed in the alley not far away.

The sticky blood flowed down the wooden window frame one by one, and finally it was frozen into ice beads.

Every desperate cry and every drop of blood were thrust into his heart like a needle. But after weighing Han Xiaomo behind him, he could only press his head down and use the big cloak on Chilu to cover the two of them tightly, following the female leader, and fleeing in a panic.

Fortunately, the Primitive made these Indians brave and fearless, but the Primitive also made them not have the concept of military discipline at all. There are too many things that are treasures for them, food! Iron tools! Clothes and pants! And those cigarettes and wine, even for the Sioux people who have been initially integrated into farming, were a great temptation. The city had been broken, and the wishes of killing and bloodthirsty were also satisfied! These Primitive people began to search for looting spoils one by one.

The team was not advancing fast. When the three of them ran to the right of the city, they had basically left most of the Indians who had entered the city behind.

On one side of the Prince's Mansion, facing north, there was a small corner gate. The breeze in the night blew the open door swaying without hearing. The ground was full of messy footprints, and even shoes and bags thrown on the ground. After looking around at the intersection of the street, Chi Lu waved her hand suddenly.

With Han Xiaomo unconscious on his back, Mao Xingjian continued to trot up, and arrived at the door. Finally, he looked back at him and built it with his own hands. Now he was immersed in the sea of ​​fire. He gritted his teeth and fled out in a hurry.

These days, Mao Xingjian was engaged in sanitation construction in the city. The snow piles cleared were piled up in the back hill, which provided a temporary shelter base. The cloak was spread on the ground, and Han Xiaomo was carefully placed on it, trembling and bandaging it. After a long time, he found nothing. Finally, as if he woke up from a dream, he tore off a piece of silk from his clothes, stained with some clean snow, and then wiped the blood on her forehead and bandaged her.

The rest had to be left to fate, and temporarily let go. Mao Xingjian turned his head, but his gaze was frozen on the head of the eye-catching man tied to the red deer's waist. His hair and hair were all open and his neck was stammered. No, Zhao Conglong seemed to still retain the expression of the moment before his death, anger, fear, despair, but in his desperate eyes, there was still a little hope. The complex expression had been frozen forever by the ice and snow.

"Why?"

"He..., very strong! Defeat me! Glory..., kill him!"

Seeing Mao Xingjian pointing at the head and looking behind him, Chi Lu answering calmly in her stuttering tone as usual, but the intermittent Chinese vocabulary was like a spoon of oil pouring on Mao Xingjian's brain, bursting out all the anger he had accumulated over the night.

"I asked why I attacked me? Just because of that night? That was also your personal grudge between you and me. Come and kill me! Just like killing him! Why do you have to join the uncivilized barbarians to burn my Snake City! Kill those innocent people! Kill those who have just provided you with precious winter food so that you will not freeze and starve to death? Why?"

"Has your conscience been eaten by dogs?"

Mao Xingjian roared with trembling voices, and he excitedly vomited the last breath from his lungs. After saying this, he couldn't help but cough violently.

"conscience?"

These words were a bit too complicated for Chi Lu. After a moment of confusion, she simply gave up on studying thoroughly. She first shook her head slightly and said in a bit complicated way, and then her tone became calm and normal.

"That night..., it's not your fault..., you haven't said..., marry me..."

"I! Apache people! Mountain Lion Tribe! Not the Chief! The Chief beats the Snake City! I beat the Snake City!"

Her fingers fell on Mao Xingjian's head, and her eyes narrowed beautifully and dangerously as if they had encountered prey.

"Tianwu! You... are not immortal people, heresy..., foreigners..., are not allowed..., our land..., die!"

"Tianwu!"

If he was struck by lightning, Mao Xingjian couldn't help but shake it twice. Finally, the situation of Su Yu trying to persuade him before leaving. However, in just a moment, he angrily smashed his fist into the snow and questioned maniacly.

"Tianwu!Tianwu! I will give you food! Let you drink! Let you live a full life, like a civilized person, without having to be attacked by wild beasts or fear of hunger. Isn't these as much as a few charlatans far away in the sky? "

"Character?"

Chi Lu's face showed doubts again, but for a moment, Mao Xingjian's tone seemed to make her believe that this was not a good word, and anger appeared on her face, and her words even burst out with a word from her own clan.

"Tianwu! Hashinzona! Heaven!"

This sentence ended the last exchange between the two. He took a deep breath and pointed his arm towards the west.

"The son of the Lord of Thousand Ox, come back..., where you were born..., never, don't come back! Chilu... owes you..., pay it back! Meet again..., you die..., I die!"

Pulling up the spear inserted on the ground and heading towards the Snake City, which was still burning half of the sky, the female leader walked over without looking back. However, Mao Xingjian didn't make any sound. In the snow, he looked at the flying snowflakes like a statue. After a long time, he suddenly got stabbed by a needle again. He turned around and returned to the snow cave. He took off his clothes again and wrapped them up on Han Xiaomo who was unconscious. Then he wrapped her behind his back with the wide Indian cloak, carried her on her back, and walked towards the winding snake river in the northwest direction, one foot deep and one foot shallow.

He didn't notice. He had just escaped from the door. Chi Lu climbed up the door stairs again at some point and looked north. Without the cloak, the lighter with a phoenix engraved on her chest wrapped in an animal leather jacket was still hanging there.

.........

This time, it was an extremely heavy blow to Snake City and even the immigrants in the New World. The first agricultural stronghold to penetrate the mainland was burned down, and thousands of immigrants died under the butcher knife of the indigenous people. In the last group of men's desperate struggle, this gave a glimmer of hope for these three or four thousand old, weak, women and children.

But escaping from birth is just the first step. Hundreds of kilometers from Snake City to Jewishhai Town have become a real road to death. Under the ice and snow, exhausted and frozen immigrant women and children walked away and fell directly on the cold snow. Some people sat on the stones. After a moment, they became a corpse of ice. Even wild wolves in the mountains did not need to attack and prey. Just following the corpse, they ate their stomachs and their eyes were scarlet.

These days, Mao Xingjian didn't know how he walked over with Han Xiaomo in a daze.

After a few days of snow, God finally opened his eyes and gave these frightened and exhausted Ming immigrants a chance. The sky finally cleared!

It was because of the revisiting place of the old place, and it was still the bear cave that escaped the snow. The old, weak, women and children in Snake City seemed to be dead, tilting around them. At least warm flames rose up beside them.

"Thank you! Thank you!"

After asking for a handful of rice, Mao Xingjian, the prince, was almost like a kowtow, quickly put the rice in the iron kettle that Han Xiaomo carried with him. The wet branches were burning with choking smoke. The rice soup was rising in his violent cough, but when he looked at the hot porridge, Mao Xingjian was worried again. But this time, he hesitated for a moment, and then he took a mouthful of it himself. He was so hot that he burst into tears for a long time before kissing Han Xiaomo's shriveled lips.

Go fucking ethics for men and women!

In this way, streams of rice soup poured into Han Xiaomo's throat. In Mao Xingjian's expectant and trembling gaze, Han Xiaomo, who had been in a coma for several days, finally suddenly coughed and opened and closed her mouth with difficulty. Looking at her mouth, she seemed to shout the words "Big Nephew". This weak voice was like the sound of the sky for Mao Xingjian. The man did not flick his tears easily, but he let a stream of hot tears flow down his eyes, covered his mouth, and turned his head to the side with tears in tears.

However, at this moment, a cry suddenly came into his ears, and he turned his head in surprise. A woman with a big belly tilted her head, her face was covered with lead gray, leaning against the rough hole wall, and no longer had a rest. Aside, an old woman with wrinkles on her face burst into tears.

The next moment, Mao Xingjian's fist also hit the stone wall hard, and blood flowed down from his frostbite injury. Then, he hugged it into a lump, trembling and trembling in the corner, covering his mouth and not daring to make a sound, but cried like a woman.

Life is gone and cannot be saved, but the road still needs to be continued.

From the cold snow, he used his sword to pick out the stones and barely buried her heavily in the depths of the cave. At the entrance of the cave, Mao Xingjian kowtowed three times. Then he used his big cloak to lift Han Xiaomo, who was burning and talking nonsense, and followed the hunched refugee group, and then walked northwest.

That arrogant look was also abandoned by Mao Xingjian.

............

After spending nearly half of his life, he traveled for countless days. On the blue coast, the dilapidated town often surrounded by mist finally caught Mao Xingjian's eyes. This was the first time in his life that this shabby village was so pleasant. He pointed to the town not far from the foot of the mountain with a hoarse voice. He roared with joy.

"We're back!"

"I'm back alive!!!"

At this moment, many people have not seen it. Only after experiencing loss can they know the cherishment of life. With Mao Xingjian's shouts, the skinny refugees also knelt in the snow with sobs, crying loudly.

However, God's cruelty was fully displayed at this moment. Just as Mao Xing was shouting for forgetfulness, a blew up the bow. A woman holding the child was throwing out a mouthful of blood in disbelief and then fell to the ground, full of horror. Mao Xingjian looked at him in shock, and black figures appeared in the woodland more than a hundred meters behind him.

Holding a compound bow from Snake City and standing on a sudden big stone, the black-footed chief Wufeng stroked the bowstring with satisfaction.

Fear filled Mao Xingjian's eyes, and he turned around tremblingly, and he roared with all his might.
Chapter completed!