Zhanghe Gorge, Dam.

Zhai Bin was still sitting on the side of the mound above the embankment, his eyes looked at the embankment on the side, above the turbulent water, he could vaguely see Feng Heng's head floating up and down, he smiled and shook his head: "Feng Sima, please go and bring a message to King Wu, just say, I won't let his flowery wife wait too long." However, before sending their family to reunite, I will taste her first, after all, I would also like to see the women who have served King Wu and King Fu. ”

Murong Chui's voice suddenly floated from the night sky, eerie: "Your wife's taste, I have no interest in tasting it, it's the same as you, it's too stinky!" ”

This frightened Zhai Bin and jumped up directly from the Hu bed, Rao is nearly eighty years old, still like a spring, when he jumped up, he easily pulled out the sword in his hand, pointing directly to the source of the sound, but it can still be clearly seen that his hand is already trembling.

And Zhai Bin's voice was also trembling slightly: "You, who are you, why, why are you here?" ”

Murong Chui's face under the helmet, with a high nose and wide mouth, with a calm look, and even a playful smile, slowly emerged from the darkness, and his voice was calm as usual: "Leader Zhai, I remember that when we met and formed an alliance, it was also on such a winter night, and it was also snowing heavily, at that time, you and I were in Xingyang City, watching the fire in the city, listening to the wails and screams when the city was slaughtered, you told me that this is your favorite sound in this world, right." ”

Zhai Bin's body began to tremble, and he suddenly shouted: "Come on, come on, come on, come on, there is one who takes down Murong Chui, the reward is 100,000, and he will be crowned king!" ”

His voice echoed in the valley like a lion, but he shouted three times in a row, but no one came, Zhai Bin's eyes widened, turned his head to look at the dam, and the sergeants who were busy running back and forth shouted in Ding Lingyu: "Ding Ling soldiers, come and kill Murong Trai, kill Murong Trai!" ”

But these people turned a deaf ear, just ran around from the embankment like ants, and even Zhai Bin saw a person who looked like a military academy, ran to the embankment, picked up a long pole, and began to salvage the head of the Fengheng floating in the Zhangshui.

When this person scooped up Feng Heng's head into his hand, he picked up this head high, hung it on the pole head, turned around, and under the moonlight, his face was clearly illuminated, it was clearly the Xianbei warrior, as Murong Feng, the general of the Murong family's clan, his voice, speaking Xianbei words came from afar, overpowering the cold wind: "King Wu, the head of Feng Sima, the last general will live up to his mission, and he is here now!" ”

A trace of sadness flashed on Murong Chui's face, and he shouted loudly in Xianbei language: "Feng Sima is dedicated to serving Dayan, loyal and brave, soldiers, shout three times for Feng Sima!" As he spoke, he took off his helmet and raised his head to the sky and roared, "Feng Sima, go on the road with peace of mind!" ”

At this time, all the "Ding Ling" sergeants wearing fur hats took off their leather helmets, revealing the pigtails that only the Xianbei people kept, and shouted loudly: "Feng Sima, go on the road with peace of mind, go on the road with peace of mind, go on the road with peace of mind!" The sound shook and shook one after another, and the thousands of soldiers in the entire valley all let out the same wail.

Zhai Bin realized now that the soldiers and horses he brought had already been replaced by Murong Chui unconsciously, he spurted out a mouthful of old blood, almost unstable on his feet, and the two younger brothers standing beside him, Zhai Tan and Zhai Min, roared wildly, took more than ten Ding Ling sergeants around him, picked up the weapons around him, and rushed towards Murong Chui who was fifty steps away, and shouted: "Murong old thief, Lao Tzu fought with you!" ”

Murong Chui's eyes were only on Zhai Bin's body, and he didn't even glance at these people who rushed up, he shook his head, waved his hand gently, and in the snow behind him, more than a hundred Xianbei shooters with crossbows in their hands suddenly stood up, each holding a hard crossbow in their hands, and the more than ten Ding Ling soldiers who were impacting almost didn't have to aim, and pulled the trigger, and the sound of "woo" breaking the air was endless, and within a distance of less than twenty steps, several or even more than ten blood holes appeared on the bodies of these strong warriors, and the vital places were all pierced, Most people couldn't even scream, so they fell to the ground.

Zhai Min was the strongest of these people, and he was also the latest to fall, until he rushed to a place less than ten steps away from Murong Droi, when fifteen or sixteen crossbow arrows were inserted in his body, this giant bear-like man, finally fell down, he held the knife, knelt on the ground, more than ten blood holes between his chest and abdomen, and the fragments of internal organs turned into small pieces of flesh, along with white broken bones, and also flowed out, the light in his eyes gradually dissipated, but he still struggled to move his knees, wanting to get closer to Murong Chui, and a little more, even if it was half a foot, but how can you still move half a point?

Zhai Min's lips trembled slightly, and the last sentence burst out: "Kill, kill, kill Murong old thief, I, I'm so ............"

A fierce Xianbei warrior, threw down the crossbow arrow in his hand, pulled out the long sword at his waist, took a few steps forward, and walked in front of Zhai Min, the cold light flashed, the sword pierced his throat, and then quickly pulled out the long sword, when he wiped the sword body on the soles of his feet, Zhai Min's body finally lay on the ground, more than ten steps away, the bodies of more than a dozen Ding Ling warriors lined up on the ground, and the blood flowed quietly, dyeing this white snowfield with a different color.

Zhai Bin had already collapsed to the ground, this octogenarian old man, who had finally lost his last spiritual support, raised his head, looked at Murong Chui weakly, and sighed: "It's over now, King Wu, I only ask you for one thing, can you let my clansmen go?" ”

Murong Chui smiled slightly: "I still have to rely on the Ding Ling soldiers to conquer the world, how can I kill them all?" Rest assured, the more people who are useful to me, the more the merrier. ”

Zhai Bin gritted his teeth, put the knife on his neck, and slowly got up: "This betrayal of you was done by the three of my brothers, and it has nothing to do with my other sons and nephews of the Zhai family, King Wu, please let our Zhai family go, even if I am a ghost, I will be grateful to you." ”

A trace of pity flashed in Murong Chui's eyes: "Eighty-year-old people, don't you understand the truth of cutting grass and eradicating roots?" I'm not afraid of you when you're a human being, even if you're a ghost, why am I afraid of you? Go on the road with peace of mind, just like you said, I will soon send you the Zhai family to accompany you. ”