Exile opening: I won with the Universal Maker

Chapter 363 The Stray Wild Dog

It snowed heavily for two days and two nights, and it didn't rest until dawn.The iron-gray sky is connected to the vast white land, everything is desolate, and there are few people.

Beside the ancient road leading to Zhongzhou, there is a dilapidated temple, which has been in disrepair for a long time, and half of it collapsed, forming a big snowdrift.A few mottled vermilion lacquered wooden beams spread snowdrifts in all directions, and the howling wind kept rolling up the broken snow on the snowdrifts and throwing them into the temple.

A short, strong man wearing the general flag of the Yan Army came out from the ruined walls of the ruined temple, holding the saber at his waist, raised his hand to wipe the snowflakes blowing on his face, then lowered his head to dust off his clothes, and complained: "Outside the pass!" It’s such a bad weather, it’s snowing so much before it’s December.”

Standing by the side of the snowdrift, looking at the road completely covered by heavy snow, he showed embarrassment, turned his head and said to the temple: "Mr. Zou Qian, this road is completely blocked by heavy snow, why don't we go inside the pass, instead of going this way?" On the way back to Zhongzhou."

A tall man with the appearance of a military officer walked out of the ruined temple, stretched his waist, turned his head to look at the movement in the temple, then turned his head and lowered his voice and said, "It's too attractive to walk through the customs, and the people here in Xirong Rare, it’s convenient for us to start.”

The short officer was taken aback: "Mr. Zou Qian, what do you mean?"

Mr. Zou Qian showed a sinister smile, and cut his throat with his fingers: "It's a snowy day, and the brothers didn't want to leave. It happened to end him here, and then they said it was done by the Xirong Army."

The short officer was taken aback, and said, "Kill him here? Didn't Your Majesty say that he would be escorted to the capital?"

Mr. Zou Qian showed disdain and sneered, "No wonder you have been in the Dingbei Army for so many years, and you only got to be a general banner. The reason why I can be the general manager is that I can understand His Majesty's true meaning. Your Majesty's words are all It is for the generals who beg for mercy, so many generals plead for him, even His Majesty can't defy everyone."

"I understand," said the short officer, "Your Majesty said that he was escorted back to the capital because he was afraid of causing public outrage. What about his family? Did Your Majesty say so?"

Mr. Zou Qian chuckled, and said in a low voice: "When we escorted him to leave, didn't His Majesty's envoy back to the capital also set off? What do you think the envoy did when he returned to the capital?"

The two of them were muttering, when a man's rough and resonant voice sounded from inside the temple: "What are you two muttering outside? If you have something to say, speak it in front of Mr. Zhao."

Mr. Qian, surnamed Zou, patted the short officer on the shoulder: "It's okay for him to hear, he's going to die anyway."

After finishing speaking, Mr. Zou Qian held the handle of the knife, turned and walked into the ruined temple.

The ground in the ruined temple was pitted, and there was a pile of bonfire embers in the middle. The gray charcoal was shining red, and there were wisps of blue smoke.Wrapped in blankets, more than a dozen soldiers of the Yan Army sat or lay scattered in various corners, surrounding a tall middle-aged man in the middle.

The middle-aged man had disheveled hair, a bearded face, and was wearing a ripped padded jacket full of holes. His bronzed wrists were locked with heavy shackles, and he was holding a wine jar to pour wine into a large bowl in his hand.Following his movements, the heavy iron chain scraped across the ground, making a rattling sound.The faint smell of wine and smoke mixed, pervading in the ruined temple.

Mr. Zou Qian came to the middle-aged man, and said with a smirk: "General, let's make it clear if we don't speak dark words. You let the traitor Xiao Zhuo's army retreat. The crime is true. Your Majesty wants you head on the item."

The middle-aged man sneered, and gently put the wine jar on the ground: "Don't dare to execute me in front of the whole army, so do it in private. It really is something Xiao Beiheng would do."

The short officer stood behind Zou Qianzong, heard the middle-aged man say this, and said angrily: "Zhao Mu, you are so bold, you dare to call His Majesty by his name directly, you..."

Mr. Zou Qian raised his hand to stop the short officer, and continued: "General, you are a big man anyway. Last night I didn't attack you while you were asleep, and I gave you another drink, just to make you understand. This is His Majesty's It means, you are a ghost, you go to His Majesty to settle accounts, we are all following orders."

After Zou Qian winked at the surroundings, the soldiers of the Yan army stood up one after another and surrounded Zhao Mu with their swords and guns out.

Zhao Mu raised his head and drank the wine in the bowl, threw away the wine bowl, and clasped his fists together in a salute: "Mr. Zou Qian, I know that you and the person behind are Xiao Beiheng's confidantes. If you can let someone like Zhao go, Someone from Zhao will definitely hold a grass and tie a ring to repay his great kindness."

Mr. Zou Qian took a step back, waved his hands and said with a smile: "General, you don't have to bow. I want to forgive you too, but if I forgive you, His Majesty will not forgive me. Besides, with your current appearance, what can you give me? Today you You don’t even have to die if you want to, so if you have any last words, just say them, and I’ll give you a good knife later, and I promise it won’t hurt.”

Zhao Mu said nothing, and slowly turned his head to look left and right.As far as he could see, the soldiers of the Yan army retreated vigilantly, and a dozen swords and guns gleaming with cold light were aimed at him to prevent him from violently injuring others.

Mr. Zou Qian noticed Zhao Mu's actions, pulled out his saber half a foot, and shouted: "General, I advise you to give up your heart. There are no keys to the shackles on your body, and no one is around in this wilderness. I respect you for being a man, and I kindly let you arrange the funeral. If you still want to die, you won't even have the chance to say your last words. "

Seeing that the soldiers around him were extremely cautious, Zhao Mu sat down with a long sigh, shook his head, and said to Mr. Zou Qian as if accepting his fate: "Mr. Zou Qian, Mr. Zhao knows that he will die today, so he accepts his fate." Yes. Could you please send a message to my wife and son?"

Mr. Zou Qian stood far away and said: "Speak up, I won't go to listen."

Seeing that the other party was so careful, Zhao Mu felt even more desperate, and said, "Mr. Qian, please bring a message to my wife, and say that I don't blame her. And my two sons..."

Before he finished speaking, the short officer behind Mr. Zou Qian laughed out loud.

Zhao Mu said angrily, "What are you snickering behind?"

The short officer laughed and said, "Zhao Mu, to be honest, we really can't take what you say. His Majesty has sent envoys to the capital, and your whole family will be beheaded soon, so I can only ask you to go underground and talk to you personally." Madame said."

Zhao Mu had already given up trying to survive, but when he heard such terrible news, he couldn't help being furious. He got up and wanted to rush, but he was held by the chains on his wrists and feet. He only took half a step, and the chains rattled loudly.

Zou Qian and the short officer took a step back and pulled out their sabers one after another. Zou Qian shouted, "Zhao Mu, don't struggle. Your Majesty is still waiting for your head."

The short officer stepped forward with a knife in his hand, and said with a smile, "Let me chop it, so that I can also be promoted."

Zhao Mu hung down a foot while holding the shackles and iron chains with both hands, opened his eyes wide, and shouted: "Even if someone Zhao falls into Pingyang, it's not up to you and other rats to run wild!"

As a general, his voice was like a tiger's leopard, shaking the dust from the top of the temple, and all the soldiers were stunned by his yelling, stumbling back and forth.He took this opportunity to take half a step forward, swung the iron chains on his wrists, and swept towards the short officer like an iron whip.

The short officer didn't expect Zhao Mu's sudden attack, and was frightened out of his wits.Fortunately, he was also from the army. Seeing the iron chain sweeping towards him, he quickly raised his knife to block it.

With a sudden sound, the short officer's saber flew out of his hand, and it was stuck firmly on the side post, buzzing and trembling.The iron chain wasn't long enough, and it didn't hit the face, but it still made the short officer look ashen, and fled behind Zou Qianzong first.

"Kill him quickly, kill him quickly!" Mr. Zou Qian pointed at Zhao Mu with a knife and shouted repeatedly.

All the sergeants came to their senses and were about to rush forward with their swords and guns, when there was a miserable cry from the exit.Everyone was horrified, and following the sound, they saw a short officer with a feathered arrow stuck in his throat, staggered back a few steps, and fell on his back.

When Zou Qian saw the feather arrow, he recognized it as an arrow from the Xirong people. He was terrified, and shouted: "It's Xirong..."

Before he could utter the word Rong in the back, two more feathered arrows flew towards him. He dodged quickly, and was hit by an arrow in his right arm, and the saber fell to the ground.Backed away in panic but forgot that Zhao Mu was following him.The heavy and cold iron chain coiled like a giant python, wrapped around his neck, and hung him in the air.

The rest of the Yan army panicked when their leaders died one after another.Everyone didn't know whether to fight or flee, dozens of Xirong soldiers rushed into outside the temple, slashing with their knives, the leader was a Xirong man with a scar on his face, his saber skills were sharp and fierce, and he killed him alone Four Yan Jun.

In just half a cup of tea time, more than ten corpses were lying inside and outside the ruined temple, and the entire team responsible for escorting Zhao Mu was wiped out, and none of them escaped.

The man with the scar on his face threw a string of blood beads from the blood-dripping sword in his hand, and inserted it back into the scabbard.Zou Qian said to Zou Qian who was hanging in the air: "Are you Zhao Mu?"

The chain was loosened, Zou Qianzong's body was piled on the ground, and he fell with his head tilted, revealing Zhao Mu standing proudly behind him.

"It's Zhao, who is your Excellency? Zhao seems to have met somewhere."

Zhao Mu vaguely remembered seeing this person in front of him, but he couldn't remember where it was, so the impression was very vague.

The man with the scar on his face showed pain, and said: "I am ashamed to say my name. I am just a wild dog who has violated my death oath. I dare not meet my master or my clansmen. , but didn’t want to die like this, so I had to struggle to survive in this icy world.”

Zhao Mu lowered his hands and said, "You Xirong people have always sworn. Since you violated your oath, why don't you dare to die?"

The man with the scar on his face covered his face with his hands and said, "I can't die if I haven't taken revenge on the person who killed my beloved wife."

"Why did you save me?" Zhao Mu kicked Zou Qianzong's body away, sat down again, picked up the wine jar and shook it, trying to see if there was any wine left in it.

"Xiao Beiheng wants to kill you, so I will save you," said the man with the scar on his face, "It's as simple as that. If you still serve Xiao Beiheng, you will be dead now."

Zhao Mu squinted his eyes at the wine jar, and found that there was indeed no drop of wine, so he put down the jar gently, and said to the man, "Do you have a horse?"

The man with the scar on his face said, "Yes, what are you going to do?"

"I'm going back to the capital to save my wife and children," Zhao Mu stood up, "Can I borrow a horse?"

The man with the scar on his face was originally depressed, but when he heard what Zhao Mu said, he suddenly raised his head: "That's right... I'm too confused, I'm going to the capital too, I'm going to pick up Wan'er... Now Just go, quick."

Zhao Mu was about to take a step, but was caught by the shackles.The man with the scar on his face looked back and drew out his saber.Zhao Mu understood, and straightened the shackles and chains on his wrists.With a flash of cold light, the chain was broken in two.

"Good knife!" Zhao Mu applauded loudly.

The man with the scar on his face cut off his shackles again with a knife, put the knife back into the sheath, and walked towards the door, and the Xirong soldiers in the temple followed.

Zhao Mu flexed his wrist, followed the crowd out of the ruined temple, caught up with the man and said, "Your knife is so sharp. Someone Zhao has been guarding the border for a long time, but he doesn't remember that the Xirong Army can forge such a sharp weapon. "

"This is the sword my master made for me. I lost one in battle. She made me a new one."

"Drinking is the best thing in Zhao's life, followed by weapons. If you can see your master, you must ask him face to face. I wonder if you can ask your master's name? He is a famous craftsman who is proficient in forging, right?"

"Her name is Shen Yuexi, she is a woman."

(End of this chapter)