Mo Jidu finally realized that he was no longer the self he was thirty years ago, and he had been hollowed out by wine in the past thirty years, and although he tried his best to resist this blow, it still made him panting and even pale.

Liu Lan stationed in the same place at this time, no one dared to come to him for his bad luck, and the people who came to meet him did not walk through his hands, and the one who came to meet him was a fatal knife, and the one who was the god of war was an invincible general, at this time, seeing Zhang Zheng and the enemy of the man, he knew that there must be something hidden in it, and stayed to suppress the formation for him, while beckoning Wu Ke and they continued to fight forward.

"Liang Dawu Ke made a detour to the east, and Li Xiang and Zhao Hong killed from the west, killing all the Xianbei barbarians who dared to resist!"

Several people listened to Sima's order, turned their horses' heads and rushed away with the soldiers, and Sima's voice sounded again: "Once again, as long as you don't resist, don't kill innocents indiscriminately!" ”

Several people paused, and then shouted:

"Kill."

Liang Da roared a tiger, and the saber in his hand slammed down towards the Xianbei people with a thunderous momentum, slashing a stubborn Xianbei barbarian on the spot, and then his eyes widened angrily, and he roared in the Xianbei words that he had learned from Sima and were still very lame: "Put down your weapons!" Hold your head in your hands! Get down! Spare you from dying! ”

Wu Ke saw that Liang Da took the lead, although he was injured, he had no scruples at this time, and followed the killing and shouted: "Put down your weapon!" Hold your head in your hands! Get down! Spare you from dying! ”

The eight hundred Han troops who swarmed from both sides slaughtered the Xianbei people who did not do what they said, but all those who resisted would be killed by the Han army howling for the first time, and in this kind of killing, the Xianbei people who originally had a trace of courage gradually became pale, their eyes were scattered, and a corpse with a car in front had already made the survivors feel like chaff and had no courage at all, and the swords and spears in their hands still fell at their feet.

The situation became clearer and clearer, and the successive attacks on Zhang Zheng's side left countless wounds on Mo Jidu's body, and he screamed sadly when he saw his life in danger: "Don't kill me!" ”

"Don't kill you?" Zhang Zheng sighed sadly: "I still remember whether Zhang won a hundred battles back then!" ”

"You are!" Suddenly, Mo Ji hesitated for a moment, in the depths of his memory, this name seemed to be very familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while, and suddenly a figure appeared in the depths of his memory, and then he looked at the person in front of him with disgust, and he actually had seven or eight points of imagination with the person at that time, and his tongue was like a knot, and he said intermittently: "You... You... You are... His ......"

"I am his son!"

After the last word fell, the saber in Zhang Zheng's hand had stopped in front of Mo Jidu, and Zhang Zheng laughed: "Father, I have avenged your revenge, and I have also taken back our family's hundred battle knives!" ”

A knife is handed out! Blood Splattered Five Steps!

Dark and thick blood swept across Zhang Zheng's head and gradually fell on his cheeks and robe.

But his hands were trembling all the time, and he didn't even have the strength to touch the blood.

His eyes began to redden, and the teardrops matched the blood, and the blood became even redder.

I don't know how long later, he jumped off the horse, and in the surprised eyes of everyone, he swung his knife and cut off the horse's neck, and his mount fell to the ground with a bang, but Zhang Zheng ignored it, just stared at the corpse that began to be cold, and said: "On that day, you said that your father was a hero, although he was an enemy, but you respected him, so you said that if you could kill him with your own hands, you would use your treasure horse to wrap his body, but unfortunately you didn't do it!" Although you beg for mercy today, I thank you for your respect for my father, so I will use my mount to help you dress up! ”

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Win, we win!

Wu Ke exhaled a long breath, and after the war, exhaustion came to him, so that his body, which was already overwhelmed, immediately became like a shelf, and he lifted the last bit of strength and turned over and dismounted, so as not to fall to the ground, but as soon as his legs touched the ground, the feeling of soreness and weakness struck again, and he staggered and fell to the ground.

"Whew!"

There are more and more figures that fall to the ground like Wu Ke, and the figures that are lying down are all because of physical overdraft, and they have not rested for a moment from the beginning to the end of the battle, and the danger is lifted at this moment, and only in this way can the physical and mental exhaustion be relieved.

Liu Lan walked to Zhang Zheng's side, saw him peeling off the horseskin, and asked the corpse next to him with his eyes wide open, his expression hideous, and his dark pupils were full of terrifying Xianbei corpses, and said, "Who is he?" ”

"The white department is handsome Mo Jidu!"

Liu Lan's eyes immediately widened, this man in his fifties would actually be Mo Jidu! This white department has always been a question mark for Liu Lan, and this position should be called the Murong Department in later generations, but here, the Murong Department has become the White Department, and the handsome Murong Ba has become Mo Jidu, although he has no understanding of him, but the identity of the white department is enough, this battle can bring greater effects than killing ten Ke Lu, although one Ke Lu almost killed him!

looked at Zhang Zheng and said, "I didn't have time to ask just now, what kind of enmity do you have with him?" ”

Zhang Zheng's expression became depressed, but he still muttered: "My father can be said to have been killed by him!" ”

When Zhang Zheng was ten years old, the Han army was defeated by the Xianbei people, and his father dragged back from the battlefield with his remnants in tow, and there were indifferent eyes everywhere, but the mean eyes and harsh remarks deeply pierced Zhang Zheng's young heart.

He yelled at his father and said why didn't he teach them a lesson, but his father smiled slightly, touched his little head, and said, What is my identity, as for the general knowledge of these people? At that time, Zhang Zhengyou didn't understand whether he was an identity or not, and he only knew how to retaliate with a tooth for a tooth: "My father fought with the barbarians on the frontier, although he was defeated, but these people are judging here, and they are angry!" ”

The father looked at Zhang Zheng, who was tiger-headed, shook his head, and said with a smile You are still young, you don't understand anything, they are not wrong, this battle is lost, it is a shame, and it is a shame to lose the face of the Han army. In the end, he said to himself how many people in this world understand the words "heroes are not judged by success or failure", the old general of Huangfu Gui, you are really right!

Zhang Zheng was confused and didn't understand what kind of person his father was talking about heroes and those called Huangfu Gui, he looked at his father with a curious face, but he pinched his little face lovingly and said: "Remember one sentence, the most important sentence, the people are water, we are boats, water can carry boats, and can also overturn boats!" "Zhang Zheng's father, Zhang Sheng, has red eyes, I passed on this sentence to my son, but I didn't protect the hundred battle knives you rewarded, although I can't pass it on to him, but you can rest assured that my son is not bad, and he will definitely take it back for me in the future!

Zhang Zheng's family has an heirloom called Baizhan Knife, which is five feet four inches long and weighs thirty-seven pounds and six taels. Now it's in the hands of the barbarian Mo Jidu, when you grow up, it's okay to get it back for your father!

"Good!"

Zhang Sheng and his son Zhang Zheng sat under their old locust tree, watching their daughter-in-law busy in the stove, how happy it was, but only he knew that the days were numbered!

In late autumn, the withered leaves withered, watching the yellowed locust leaves withering one by one, Zhang Sheng knew that his days were over like these dead leaves, but when he saw his energetic son, he knew that maybe falling did not mean the end, because they would become nutrients for green leaves and new shoots! When spring arrives next year, it will be the real spring!

"Son!"

"Huh?"

"Daddy is going to sleep for a while! Play on your own! ”

"Hmm!"

I don't know how long it took.

"It's time to eat!"

"Mother, Daddy is asleep, heat up the meal and wait for Daddy to wake up before eating!"

Zhang Zheng waited for his father to wake up, and he waited for ten years, and now he was finally able to say to his father's spirit in the sky: "Dad, my family's hundred battle knives, I will get it back for you!" ”

Zhang Zheng burst into tears, knelt on his knees, and knocked down three times with his face facing south.