Chapter 772: Face armor and newborn

The falling walls are like a collapsed sky, the rising sun above the sky, like a blazing flame.
There are no living defenders on the walls of the ramparts. Hasan, Seranzi and others stood on the wall and slaughtered for a long time, and then quietly waited for the master of the steppe to enter the city and came to the wall.
Before entering the city, Yan Liuyuan rode through the town of migrants outside the barrier, and the migrants hid in their shacks on both sides of the road.
The barriers have been broken, but it is surprising that the falling walls did not affect the market towns. After a war, the exiles did not die.
Yan Liuyuan saw a child hiding in the shack. His father kept him firmly behind him, but the child couldn't help looking at Yan Liuyuan secretly with a probe.
Yan Liuyuan smiled, and asked Qiqige next to him to throw the beef jerky to the child, but he didn't say much and moved on.
The child who had received the dried meat looked curiously at Yan Liuyuan. He suddenly felt that the other person seemed the best person he had ever seen since his birth.
Eyes are like stars, and eyebrows are like swords. When they look at each other, they look like a perfect god.
But what the child did not know was that when Yan Liuyuan looked at him, it seemed as if he had seen himself many years ago. At that time, there was also someone who always guarded him like a father.
When passing by a masonry yard, Yan Liuyuan saw many school children hiding in it, and he asked, "Is this the school in the market town?"
A young man trembled and said, "Please let go of these children. Their oldest is 14 and the youngest is 8 years old. Even if offense 176 offends you, these children are innocent."
This Mr. Xuetang was very scared. Tie Qi, who entered the market town, could not see the end. The majestic horse needed him to look up to see the young man on the horse.
But he was no longer afraid, nor did he take a step back.
The sturdy horse snorted, and the white gas from the nostrils was astonishing.
The young Mr. Xuetang stepped back scaredly, but still kept the students behind him.
Yan Liuyuan looked at the young man, and then smiled at the children: "You have a good teacher, remember to study hard. Someone told me that books are the best way to understand the world. I want to learn more about this after leaving the school. The world will pay the price of blood. This is your last refuge. "
I don't know what came to mind, Yan Liuyuan was a little bit surprised when he came here.
The young Mr. Xuetang was at a loss, and the young boy on the other side should be very cruel, but it didn't seem to be the case.
"Yanguyan, give them some jerky," Yan Liuyuan said, and continued to ride forward, instead of looking back at those children.
The cheekbones looked at the children in surprise, but in the end they let the clan carry a bag of jerky and still screamed on the ground: "My master rewards you."
At this point Hassan ran down the tower and knelt in the city to greet the new king respectfully.
"Get up," Yan Liuyuan said.
Qiqige next to her suddenly found that when Yan Liuyuan entered the barrier, her expression began to grow colder, and it was different from the previous one in the market town.
Da, da, da, da.
The crisp sound of horseshoes rang on the long street of barrier 176, and the entire barrier was ashamed by Yan Liuyuan's arrival.
The rough guys and costumes on the grassland, the majestic iron rides, are in sharp contrast to the Chinese text.
On one side is a neat masonry building, and on the other side is a long knife with animal skin and dripping blood. Yan Liuyuan sat on the horse calmly and looked around. He had never thought that he would step on the barrier again in this capacity. , Set foot where you hate most.
Now, for the first time in more than 200 years after the catastrophe, grassland people have entered the barriers.
The soldiers around looked at the city eagerly, and the residents of the city were all timid at home, and the atmosphere was afraid to come out.
Hassan whispered next to Yan Liuyuan, "Master, shall we start?"
Yan Liuyuan gave him a glance: "What start?"
"Slay the city!" Hassan said: "The tribe leaders are very excited. They want to slaughter the city to show your glory. This is everyone's wish."
"Slay the city?" Yan Liuyuan froze for a moment. He looked at the tribal leaders behind him. Sure enough, they could not wait one by one, especially the two chiefs of the Seran tribe and the cheekbones. They were in this war. Too many people died, and it was time to use the blood of the barriers to sacrifice their people.
And they all asked about Hassan. The owner said that he would use the blood of 176 barriers to worship.
Although everyone suffered heavy losses in the storm, and although there will be a lot of material loss during the march, they will have a lot of wealth after a city slaughter.
But at this time, Hassan found his owner silent.
Once the slaughter begins, there will be a cry in front of the ears, and black smoke will rise from the huge barriers, and countless people will die.
Yan Liuyuan looked at this supposedly very prosperous barrier and the broken barrier wall behind him. If Xiaoyu is here, you certainly don't want to see the city slaughter here.
He suddenly said: "If the order goes on, you must not slaughter the city. Give me all the managers in this barrier first and tell the residents that as long as they report these officials, they will survive, and it will be better to talk about their crimes. , But before I command, anyone who kills me will kill anyone. "
Hassan was in a difficult position: "If you kill your own people because of the death of the barriers, I'm afraid ..."
Yan Liuyuan said calmly, "It seems they don't yet understand who is the master of the grassland."
"I see," Hassan led, and his order to Yan Liuyuan was of course unconditional obedience. If someone disobeyed, he should pull the person out and drag him to death with a horse.
The soldiers in the back moved quickly, but in just a few minutes they asked the officials where they lived, and then dragged the barrier officials out of the house.
Yan Liuyuan sat calmly on the horse's back from beginning to end. Qiqige rode along, and the brigade went to the central bank of the barrier. A barrier official said that it was the official residence of the Shen family.
When he was about to arrive at the official residence, Hasan saw that the manor was heavily guarded, and immediately took the people of the Jin family and rushed with a heavy machine gun.
Yan Liuyuan was waiting in Malaysia, and within half an hour, Hasan opened the door to his official residence.
The blood of the official residence was already in a river. All the living people kneeled on the ground. Yan Liuyuan moved his horse forward. He looked at everyone in the official residence and said, "I heard that the person in charge of this barrier is called Shen Yin. Get up and talk. Bone-faced, you take people to copy silos and arsenals, we have to take everything we can take. "
After speaking, Yan Liuyuan dismounted and walked to the villa in the manor house, until he sat on the leather sofa in the living room of the villa, and then looked at the middle-aged man who had been pressed by Hasan: "Are you Shen Yin?"
Shen Yin looked at Yan Liuyuan coldly: "The barbarians on the grassland dare to come to the Central Plains to make troubles, aren't you afraid of revenge for the entire Central Plains?"
Yan Liuyuan smiled: "Tinder? Kong's? Wang's? Who do you think will avenge your family?"
As soon as this remark came out, Shen Yin immediately realized that the boy in front of him should know the Central Plains very well, and the other party was prepared to break the 176 barrier.
"I'm curious," Yan Liuyuan asked, slender fingers hitting the armrest of the leather sofa. "Barrier No. 176 was obviously as famous as Fortress 178 in the early days, why is it so degenerate now."
Shen Yin stared at Yan Liuyuan, but did not know how to answer this question.
At this time, a large number of barrier officials were brought to the official residence by servant Lan Qi, holding a thick stack of paper in his hand.
The officials were knelt down in a row, and Lan Lan handed the paper to Yan Liuyuan: "Master, this is all the evidence written by the residents of the barrier."
"It seems that you are really unpopular," Yan Liuyuan took the paper. "It is better for us to play a game. You report each other and let me see if you have performed well."
Immediately after the words fell, a middle-aged person kneeled on the ground and stepped out with his knees: "I report that their Shen family has been a blessing in the city for decades, and it is hard for them to crush the people. This sin is even more sinful, even the wives of his subordinates are robbed! "
"Continue," Yan Liuyuan said with interest, resting his arms on the sofa, his palms resting on his chin.
"Furthermore, Shen Yin is really not a thing. He had indiscriminately killed innocent people earlier, and he would like to torture slowly if he caught the prairie!"
Someone opened this head, others' accusations were like open faucets and couldn't stop it.
The villa was noisy, and someone shouted, "This Shen Yin also likes men!"
"He also selected women and children from outcast towns last year!"
Yan Liuyuan seemed a little impatient to hear the chaotic voice: "Okay."
The villa was silent again.
Yan Liuyuan looked to Shen Yin: "Look, this is your barrier man, alive and respectful, but he has lost his backbone and happiness."
But listening to Shen Yin kneeling on the ground and sneering: "The refugees are just a group of pigs. What dignity and happiness do they have?"
"No, they are happier than you," Yan Liuyuan shook his head.
Shen Yin laughed loudly: "Those exiles can only run for their livelihood. Some people sell their daughters to others. Some people can only steal chickens and dogs. Even if they die under the mine, no one cares about them. Their families never avenge their revenge. Just asking how much compensation, someone sent their child to school, but after a few years, they found that what they learned was useless at all. Those who should dig the sand, dig the sand, and those who should go down the mine, every day. Live like a farm animal today without tomorrow. I ask you, what happiness is there for such a person. "
Yan Liuyuan looked at the morning light outside the gate of the villa. In his impression, the market town is not like this, nor is the exile.
At that time, his brother came back from hunting, and it was obvious that his family was very poor, but the other party would often go to Wang Fugui's shop to buy him two hard candies, the kind of sweet and greasy.
The elder brother would hide one, and then give him only one, saying that he would save some food.
But Yan Liuyuan couldn't help but eat it all at once, and then looked at Ren Xiaosu eagerly. At this time, Ren Xiaosu would take the other one out of his pocket, so that he could get twice. Surprise.
Every time the Chinese New Year, my brother will go to Wang Fugui to buy new clothes for him, although they are very poor, but he wears new clothes every year.
In the cold winter, the adults in the market town will go to the slaughterhouse to cut some fat and come back to make dumplings. On the New Year's Eve, the smell of meat will be heard in the shack, and the scruffy children will stare at it.
Wang Fugui would stand in the market town and fire firecrackers for the children. They were small firecrackers removed from the five thousand firecrackers. One child issued five firecrackers and let them play.
The children ran madly in the market town, occasionally knocking over other people's shacks, and then the adults in the family hurriedly apologized, and opened the flowers of the culprit while apologizing.
There were laughter and cry.
Everyone experienced poverty and suffering during that time, but Yan Liuyuan felt that all the times in that memory were happy.
Yan Liuyuan can even recall his brother's rare smile at that time.
But at a certain moment, Yan Liuyuan suddenly resisted to recall all this.
However, he did not intend to talk to Shen Yinting, and the other party was not worthy of listening.
"Servant Lanqi," Yan Liuyuan said.
Fu Lanqi kneeled before Yan Liuyuan on one knee: "Master."
"It's boring, kill these people and hang them in front of the door," Yan Liuyuan never looked at Shen Yin and others. "I didn't allow you to slaughter the city before. Now I allow you to copy these people. Home, a tribe copied a family, I believe it is enough to make up for your losses in the war, go, don't let them scream like a pig. "
After speaking, Fu Lanqi and Yan Guyan stood up excitedly. They directly smashed into the mouth of Shen Yin and others with a knife handle, smashed their teeth, and then stirred them speechless.
The officials who were once prominent in the barriers, at this time, could only widen their eyes in horror, and wailed from their throats.
Shen Yin, who was still a little bit stubborn, was now incontinent.
Lanzi and others rushed to their official residences with their clan, doing whatever they wanted, where gold bars, jewellery, and firearms were hidden, and Hassan also evacuated the arsenal and granary.
In the evening, the plunder finally came to an end.
The men on the grassland a huge wooden fence in front of the villa, and then hung the officials' bodies one by one, looking from a distance, like a row of horrible wind chimes.
Whether Yan Liuyuan likes or dislikes these 'wind chimes', now the prairie people need to stir up their blood before they can face the tougher war in the future.
Yan Liuyuan must let them enjoy victory and killing again and again, and then become their most faithful believers.
At this point, it doesn't matter if you like it or not. The owner of the prairie only needs to consider whether his followers need it.
If the prairie man needs it, he will let the enemy's body become his banner.
Suddenly, Yan Liuyuan saw the newspaper on the coffee table in front of him, and the head of the newspaper said, hoping for the media.
...
Yan Liuyuan didn't pick it up when he saw the newspaper, but still leaned on the sofa with his eyes closed. The things that should be known were already taken by the messenger of Qingshi, so he was not particularly interested in the newspaper.
Qiqige always stayed beside him. At this moment, she felt Yan Liuyuan's inner contradiction, as if he was struggling.
The little girl pulled out a comb from her sleeve, and stood behind Yan Liuyuan and combed his hair. She combed her hair and said, "You are the hope of Abba now."
"Hope?" Yan Liuyuan repeated, seeming to consider the meaning of these two words.
The little girl also said, "Yeah, I have never seen Abba so brave. Before the big tribe came to let him contribute cattle and sheep, he only dared to offer the cattle and sheep to other people. The others in the tribe were also furious Yan, it ’s different now. I saw him talking to the chief of the Tundun tribe that day.
"That's because the power in his hand has become stronger," Yan Liuyuan said with a smile. "The Qiudun people are declining. I wanted to see if they had fought bravely in this war, but the result made me very Disappointed, the Qiutun people have always been hiding behind, they have been guts. How could your dad have no confidence in facing such a person? "
"No," Qiqige said softly, "Abba said that God gave him strength. Now every morning, he will bring his aunt to kneel with you, and he said that you can live with the prairie. You do n’t have to be afraid of anyone anymore. Now the tribe says that you are the sun in the sky, and I think so, only when the sun in the sky comes to the earth will it look so beautiful. "
"Well," Yan Liuyuan smiled. "Go to your dad and tell him I'm going to leave here."
The ghost was terrible. Yan Liuyuan picked up the newspaper on the coffee table. He glanced at the date. The newspaper looked like it was yesterday.
He has heard of hope in the media, or because Wang Fugui likes to read newspapers every day.
At that time, he would also ask Wang Fugui, why did the other person like to read the newspaper, Wang Fugui said with a smile that he passed the time, and then told Yan Liuyuan to follow Mr. Zhang to learn something, and when he could understand a whole newspaper, he would give him one. Sugar to eat.
At first Yan Liuyuan cherished his longing for candy and studied hard every day, but soon began to play lazily. Tiantian begged his brother to take him to hunt, because there is a bigger world outside the market town.
Now he can read the whole newspaper, but the people who said he wanted to give him candy are gone.
Yan Liuyuan looked at the first edition of the newspaper, and said about the war between Tinder and Kong and the movement of Wang.
At this time, the Wangs were not eager to join the battlefield, but were waiting at the border, quietly waiting.
According to Yan Liuyuan's speculation, this Wang family is just waiting for the opportunity to kill Kong family in one shot.
In fact, there is nothing special about the consortium. Everyone is like a wild beast in the wilderness. Only when he finds an opportunity can he go all out. Before the hunt begins, everyone often keeps quiet.
Yan Liuyuan turned to the second edition. This edition is about the follow-up to the sacred mountain. For example, how many people entered the mountain and how many people went out of the mountain, and how heavy the loss. The trip is nothing but the trick of Anjing Temple and Tinder, and I don't know who revealed it to Hope Media.
The third edition of the story began to be boring. It was all about what the editor-in-chief Jiang Xu saw and heard in the Wang family, as well as his record of artificial intelligence.
The newspaper said that Jiang Xu is still in barrier 61, and he will continue to observe about artificial intelligence.
At the fourth edition, the newspaper began to talk about the changes in the Los Angeles Qinghe Group. Except for Xu Ke, the Cavaliers had all left Los Angeles and were missing.
Yan Liuyuan turned it slowly, waiting for his subjects to gather.
But the moment he turned to the fifth edition, the young man slumped.
I saw half the length of the fifth edition, and wrote only two lines.
Don't let the sorrow of the time be your sorrow.
61.
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Yan Liuyuan is too familiar with these words, and also knows who the words came from, and all the good memories about the towns of migrants are related to each other.
That day, he saw the red spear piercing the other's belly and was swept away by the flood.
The flood was like an irreversible time, which almost took away all his good hopes for the world.
There are no more candies and no new clothes are needed every year.
At that time, he was the other brother, and now he is the new king on the grassland.
Then Qiqige rushed into the villa: "Abba they are back!"
But after she finished speaking, she found that the boy was sitting alone on the sofa, and the dusk was dark, and he was all enveloped in black shadows, and was extremely lonely.
Yes, it is Wang's loneliness.
Lonely wrapped in snow and thorns.
Yan Liuyuan looked up outside the villa, and wanted to go to No. 61 to find Ren Xiaosu.
But when I looked up, I saw the corpse hanging on the wooden fence constantly shaking, and the purple-black blood was dripping to the ground.
That was the person he ordered to kill, and it was also his sorrow.
Beside the body, where Hassan and tens of thousands of iron riders had assembled, tens of thousands of people became the sea, and the violent iron riders continued to line up on the long street.
All of these people suddenly dismounted and kneeled on the ground with one knee. The birth of the new king of Shanhu and the barriers began to tremble.
Yan Liuyuan could see the expectant eyes of Hasan and others far away, devout and hot.
At this moment, Yan Liuyuan got up and ignited the paper silently, and then still ignited the flames in the villa.
The luxury in the villa burned with frustration and began to spread.
Yan Liuyuan stood in the flame, watching the flames around him, just like watching this decaying era.
"Brother, I can't go back."
"Brother, I won't go back."
"You said don't let the sorrow of the times be your sorrow."
"But I want to make my sorrow the sorrow of this age."
Yan Liuyuan was in this flame. He took the black, green-faced fangs and nails from his arms and put them on his face, hiding everything he had passed.
He felt that together with this era there was no need to exist.
Hassan knelt in front of his horse to serve as a stool for him. Yan Liuyuan stepped on Hasan's back and stepped on his back: "Go home, triumph!"
The warriors cheered. Someone shot the sky with the automatic rifle that they just got. The men who came out to battle finally followed the new king and returned to his hometown.
Hometown is in the north.
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End of this volume, next volume: Wall of Break
Say something, it's not worth opening a chapter. For the sake of coherence, this is still a three-in-one chapter.
I have said that the first sequence of this book may consume all my energy and spirit within two years. What I want to say, what I want to express, all my confession is in this book.
Sometimes it may seem trivial, but please give me a little patience and let me finish this story. I feel that until this moment, Yan Liuyuan finally became himself completely.
I may, maybe, should love each character in this story more than everyone else, and I hope to accompany them to their destiny.
I haven't asked much for this book. I just hope that you can tell your friends that there is a storyteller called Elbow who told a good story.