Shouting to kill the fierce Wulu tribe, Qian Mingguang and the Xiongnu herdsman met on a narrow road.

Qian Mingguang held the ring head knife in his hand, and calmly looked at the Hun herdsman holding a spear in front of him, although Qian Mingguang had two corpses of Hun cavalry at his feet, one of which was headless, but he was engrossed, he didn't notice the corpse at his feet at all, and his eyes stayed on the Hun herdsman in front of him.

Looking at the rough faces of the Xiongnu herdsmen and the spears in his hands, Qian Mingguang held his breath and condensed, recalling in his mind the fighting techniques that Li Tian Sun Ming had taught him.

This time, he had to kill the Hun in front of him.

This time, he wants everyone to know that he Qian Mingguang is a decisive young hero!

"Kill!" Three seconds later, Qian Mingguang let out a loud roar and rushed towards the Hun herdsman with a knife, the excitement on his face was clearly visible, for Qian Mingguang, everything that happened now was indeed worth his excitement.

Kill people, kill enemies, how can he not be excited!

Looking at Qian Mingguang, who was killing him, the look on the face of this Xiongnu herdsman in his forties actually changed, and his anger disappeared a lot, replaced by hesitation and struggle.

He slowly turned his head and looked at a tent behind him, and after a brief thought, the Hun herdsmen made a decision.

He sighed, then dropped the spear in his hand and slowly opened his hands.

But in the next second, the ring-headed knife still stabbed straight into his chest!

"Poof." A wisp of blood spilled out of his mouth, and the Hun herdsman's eyes widened in disbelief, and his slightly open hands paused at his sides at forty-five degrees.

For why

At the same moment, in the tent behind him, a Hun woman led her five-year-old son and ran out of the tent in a panic, and they also happened to see the scene where her husband first dropped the spear in his hand, but the next second he was still stabbed in the chest by the young Han soldier.

Panic, panic, anger!

"Didi, Didi." The blood on his chest and the corners of his mouth, along the wounds on the herdsman's body, fell drop by drop on Qian Mingguang's right hand holding the knife, and at this moment, after stabbing the long knife in his hand into the body of the Hun herdsman, Qian Mingguang breathed a sigh of relief.

He finally killed an enemy, and in the future, he also had the capital to show off, and a smile hung on the corner of Qian Mingguang's mouth.

But at this moment, Qian Mingguang was suddenly stunned, because he saw the spear at his feet that should have been held in the hands of this Xiongnu herdsman.

Qian Mingguang frowned slightly, very puzzled, how could the spear be on the ground, shouldn't it be in his hand? Could it be that he fell after being stabbed, but why did he think of this, a touch of fear suddenly appeared on Qian Mingguang's heroic face.

Why, when I stabbed him, the spear seemed to have fallen to the ground!

Qian Mingguang raised his head in a daze, and met the gaze of the Xiongnu herdsman who was pierced through the chest by him, looking at the incredible look on the Xiongnu herdsman's face, Qian Mingguang was stunned.

Could it be that he has already surrendered? That's why he didn't, I must have read it wrong, yes, the spear must have been stabbed before it fell to the ground, he didn't surrender at all, no

Qian Mingguang shook his head vigorously, and his bright eyes were unprecedentedly flustered, but at this time, Qian Mingguang suddenly noticed the strange movements of the Xiongnu herdsmen.

At this moment, looking at the slightly open hands of the Hun herdsmen, looking at the spear at his feet, in an instant, Qian Mingguang's eyes widened, and his whole body trembled involuntarily, and the right hand holding the ring head knife seemed to be swinging, shaking more than once.

He remembered everything he had just done.

He remembered what happened a few seconds before he stabbed the Xiongnu herdsman with a knife, and the moment he swung his knife at him, Qian Mingguang seemed to see the Hun herdsman throw away his weapon and prepare to surrender to him with open arms, but he didn't care at that time, and it could even be said that he didn't see it at all.

Under the cover of vanity, Qian Mingguang's eyes were blinded, and he could almost be regarded as desperate to stab the long knife in his hand into the chest of the already captive Xiongnu herdsman.

Qian Mingguang didn't know how hideous the expression on his face was when he swung his knife and rushed towards the Hun herdsman who had given up resistance, and at the moment when the long knife entered his body, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and the sneer he revealed was so terrifying.

I killed the person who had already laid down his weapon, how could this be, I don't know, I didn't mean to, he obviously hadn't laid down his weapon when I rushed over, I killed me, I didn't kill me

Infinite self-blame and fear welled up in his heart, looking at the Xiongnu herdsman in front of him who was constantly spilling blood from his mouth but still glaring at him, Qian Mingguang was so frightened that he pulled out the ring head knife that stabbed into the herdsman's chest.

"Poof." The long knife separated from the body, bringing out a large amount of blood, and the Hun herdsmen also spurted out a large mouthful of blood in their mouths, and the two pools of blood perfectly intersected in the air, drawing a perfect parabola, and finally, these blood beads were all sprinkled on Qian Mingguang's face, "Bang." A soft sound came, and in an instant, Qian Mingguang's heroic face was covered with blood, and there was a dark red blood stain on his armor.

Qian Mingguang, whose face was covered with blood, looked at everything in front of him with dull eyes, he stretched out his left hand and gently touched the warm liquid on his cheek, when he saw the thick blood appearing on his fingertips, Qian Mingguang intuitively saw a dark eye, and the next second, he sat on the ground weakly.

Staring at the blood on his left hand, Qian Mingguang's body began to tremble, tears were left in the corners of his eyes, and the look of fear made his heroic face twist.

"Kill me, I kill."

At this moment, Qian Mingguang's world suddenly quieted down, his ears rang empty, and the fierce shouting and killing sound around him seemed to turn into nothingness, because he only had the blood in his eyes, looking at the red blood, Qian Mingguang's stomach began to turn over again, and when he inadvertently looked around, the corpses of the two Hun cavalrymen beside him replaced the blood in his hands and became the only thing in his eyes.

Looking at the Hun cavalry who was pierced through the waist by the halberd, and looking at the headless corpse, Qian Mingguang never noticed that the blood he had seen on TV in the past had never been so dazzling as it is now.

Soon, the fierce shouting and killing sound appeared in Qian Mingguang's ears again, he turned his head to look at the side, the corpse that was in the melee, with blood on his face and fell to the ground, the Hun cavalry who fell from his horse, and those Hun soldiers who were stabbed in the body, but still not dead, covering their blood-covered stomachs, dragging the exposed intestines, struggling to escape.

All of this was like a heavy punch to Qian Mingguang's heart, and this punch was more painful than the countless punches that Zhou Xing had beaten him

Fear, fear, helplessness, several negative emotions occupied Qian Mingguang's mind, he cried, crying while spitting, the tragic battlefield, mistakenly killed himself who surrendered to the army, all of this made him turn back into that weak and incompetent Qian Xiaopang.

The boy's heroic dream is finally shattered by the ruthless and bloody reality.

This is the real battlefield, film and television, there is no way to really show the scenes here, only those who have been here in person will understand how terrifying the so-called battlefield is, how bloody it is.

Previously, Qian Mingguang was blaming himself for mistakenly killing the person who had laid down his arms, and was afraid and remorseful, but now he was frightened and crying by this bloody battlefield, sitting on the ground alone and holding his head in a panic, his eyes were terrified to the extreme, and he helplessly shouted the word help.

Since Qian Mingguang pulled away the long knife inserted in his chest, the Hun herdsman fell to the ground, trembling and struggling, but his eyes were still staring at Qian Mingguang, until he died of anger, the pair of eyes full of anger were still staring at Qian Mingguang.

Qian Mingguang, whose face was full of tears, saw a few words in his eyes.

Contempt, shamelessness, remorse, and anger.

"Abba." A young child's voice sounded, and the five-year-old child in his mother's arms cried like a little cat and threw himself down in front of the Hun herdsman who had already fallen to the ground and died of anger, stretching out his immature little hand and constantly pushing his father's corpse.

And the Hun woman also ran to her husband's body with tears in her eyes, and kept calling his name in the Hun language, hoping that he would stand up.

Qian Mingguang, who had already been scared and crying, just looked at the scene in front of him.

But at this time, the Hun woman who lost her husband and cried suddenly roared loudly at Qian Mingguang in a frenzied manner, and it was still in Chinese.

"Why did you kill him, he has already thrown away his weapon!"

Qian Mingguang's heart was like a muffled thunder, and his heart seemed to be cut back and forth by a sharp blade called conscience at the moment, he didn't know how to answer this question, in this case, under this successive blows, Qian Mingguang was on the verge of collapse.

"I don't, I don't know, I really don't know, I didn't kill him, he didn't kill him!" Qian Mingguang hugged his head, terrified to the extreme.

At this time, the five-year-old Hun child suddenly picked up the spear in his father's hand, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, revealed a fierce gaze like a wild wolf, and rushed over with the spear like Qian Mingguang.

"I'm going to kill you and avenge my Abba!"

The child held a spear and stabbed Qian Mingguang who was about to collapse, even though Qian Mingguang was about to collapse, but the instinctive reaction of his body made him involuntarily raise the ring knife in his hand to resist, and in a moment, the ring head knife in Qian Mingguang's hand accidentally cut the child's delicate neck, and the warm blood continued to sprinkle on Qian Mingguang's face.

Qian Mingguang completely collapsed.