The child looked up at the rain-obscured sky in the sky, he had long been accustomed to sleeping in the open and the earth, and he was never afraid of the suffering brought to him by nature, on the contrary, the rain was a blessing from the sky, washing away the dust of the road for them and bringing them hope for life.

"Abba, will we be home tomorrow?" the young child curled up in his mother's arms, his eyes twinkling with fear, the poor man's child was already in charge, he seemed to know a lot, the early morning battle, and the people who pointed at them, he was part of the caravan, where everyone was, home was there, but it was only a prison cell.

The man stroked the child's forehead, calmly facing the period of death, there was no slightest panic on that vicissitudes of life, even satisfied, the moment he saw the soldiers, he already understood, fortunately, only seven people needed to die to save more people, even so, they have nothing to resent about, Liu Po is safe, whether the soul of this horse gang is still there, the man is much older, and many people in the horse gang are respected existence, because those hands that can create miracles can always take back one life after another from the hands of the king of Hades, which is really very undesirable to the kings below。

"Xi'er, Abba will go to a far away place tomorrow, you have to listen to your mother obediently, as well as uncles and aunts, they will take care of you. ”

"Isn't Abba coming back?" the child stirred the corners of his clothes, and his innocent cheeks were more rough and rough, some of them grew up quickly, came carelessly, but they were as unstoppable as a torrent and tsunami.

The man stood up silently without replying, and walked through the crowd, nodding with a smile at every person he passed, almost everyone in the caravan had received his favor, the healer was kind, but it was difficult to save himself, and he was not a sage enough to laugh at the words of generosity to death, but he still couldn't let go of these people before.

The seven of them are gone, Liu Po is gone, this horse gang may be gone, but he still wants to try his best to keep it, the seven elders who are about to die are gathered in a corner, deserted, embarrassed, and even breathing with a sense of solemnity, because after tonight, the life and death of a team will be decided.

After the rain, Xianghe Town finally had a trace of peace, and the residents came to the entrance of the vegetable market early, Xianghe Town has rarely even seen a fight for decades, let alone kill the head, but this time no one wanted to join in the fun, but Mrs. Mu wanted all of them to be there, so everyone had to come.

The washed streets were full of people, seven prisoners in sackcloth were rudely escorted to Xingtai, Mrs. Mu sat on the high platform, after the rain, her grace was not reduced, more noble, from an ordinary woman to a human again, the nobility on the face after the baptism of the past few years seemed to be eager to spew out, Zhao Li sat in the center with a golden knife, his eyes were slightly closed, but he did not hide the murderous intent of circulation.

Three hundred soldiers were placed around the execution ground by him, as well as a few elders who came from the Blue Bat Gate in the starry night, and he wanted not only Liu Po, but also the kid who killed more than 20 of his subordinates, and the guy who played himself around.

"Zhao Li, hasn't the time come yet?" Mrs. Mu said angrily, and under her calm face there was a joy she hadn't felt for a long time, and this feeling of being admired by everyone slowly woke up and made her intoxicated.

"This kind of thing doesn't bother Mrs. Lao, when the time comes, I will make my own arrangements. Compared with the courtesy of the previous day, Zhao Li's performance at the moment is more and more arrogant, and for a person who is dead, respect has long been meaningless.

Although Mrs. Mu was displeased, she also noticed the changes, and pretended not to care on the surface, and when she returned to the Mu Mansion, she always had to settle accounts after the autumn, and women had no reason to talk about, but they must beware of retribution.

A statement of guilt without connotation, the people in the field are also one ear in and one ear out, what they are concerned about now is whether Liu Po will appear, and whether Zhao Li will kill the remaining two hundred people with a ruthless heart, I have long heard that Chang Ming's private army has always used the heads of innocent people as military merits, it is said that Qingfeng County Shougu Danian was beheaded, and the biggest crime is this.

The sunlight behind the clouds shot a golden yellow, Zhao Li threw out the token expressionlessly, the executioner walked on the execution platform with a bright ghost head long knife on his shoulder, a bowl of water and wine to clean the knife mouth and grievances, and took off the first person's neck two feet eight signs, the big book Qiu Zhongming three words, is the previous leader of the horse gang, after verifying the body, the ghost head long knife rolled up with a burst of wind and suddenly fell.

"Keep people under the knife. ”

I don't know where the shouts came, the executioner looked around viciously, and saw no figure, and then raised his knife to cut it off, but suddenly his ears rang, and he felt a drowsy collapse in his brain.

The crowd was stunned, and they didn't know what had happened, but the paper shop owner in the crowd had a strange smile and disappeared with the crowd.

"Who dares to disrupt the law enforcement. Zhao Li shouted angrily, his gloomy gaze swept across the crowd, at this moment a flying feather came quickly from the entrance of the town, Zhao Li pulled out the sword on his waist with his back hand, and in an instant the flying feather suddenly accelerated, completely not giving him the opportunity to make a sword, if the ordinary spiritual monk was only afraid that he would not even have time to carry the idea of spiritual power to resist and be blocked by an arrow, but for a fierce general who has been crawling in the blood and water all the year round, the keen vigilance has already allowed him to raise his instinct to the extreme, stepping on his feet, his body was pulled up a few inches in a short breath, the saber in his hand was unsheathed by a small half, and with a bang, he blocked the arrow with the sword body, Rao is so, the strength of the flying feather still makes him take half a step back when he lands before it can be resolved。

"Zhao Li, Liu Po is here. ”

At the entrance of the town, a muscular figure suddenly appeared, as if it had emerged from the horizon, dragging a spear in his hand, the tip of which grazed the ground with sparks.

"It's finally here. Someone didn't know whether to sigh or delight a sentence, and everyone's eyes also shifted to Liu Po with the arrow.

Zhao Li straightened his waist, straightened the armor on his body, and was still jealous of Fang Cai's arrow, the memory that Qigui gave him that day was really shocking, if there was no ghost doctor from the Qingbat Gate, I was afraid that it would not be too much to lose another fifty soldiers, compared to Su Wen who appeared at the end, he only regarded the other party as smart, and naturally regarded the person who shot the arrow as Qigui.

"Are you the only one? What about the two guys?"

"I'm alone, you don't have to hide it, just call the ambush people out, and I, Liu Po, will take them all. Liu Po stood sideways, standing in a strange posture, with a hundred, and had a posture of looking at death as home.

Qiu Zhong saw that the person was coming, straightened up in panic, and scolded, this is obviously a trap to invite you into the urn, and I didn't expect the other party to be really stupid.

"What are you doing throwing donkeys, I don't need you to save me, get away for me. ”

Liu Po was solemn, took off the cloth bag behind him and put it in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "Qiu Lao, it was I who brought ruin to the horse gang, if I leave today, how can I feel at ease in this life, Zhao Li, one person does things and one person should do things, if you have the ability, come and take my head, don't embarrass innocent people." ”

"There is guts. Zhao Li clapped his hands and admired, but the twenty lives under his command need someone to explain, and the killing of the elders of the Qingbat Gate also needs someone to explain, so just one Liu Po is far from enough, he wants to force Su Wen and others to show up, then the fire will be boiled slowly to see who can survive whom.

"It's a very rough agitation method, but the general should have been down, take it. ”

A red tasseled pear spear was handed forward by the adjutant, Zhao Li stepped back half a step, kicked out the tail of the gun with his toes, and a pear flower gun drew a flying rainbow falling from the air, Liu Po took ten steps forward with the gun, and vigorously picked up the bright silver gun in his hand with both arms, and pointed at the tip of the pear flower gun in mid-air, at the moment of the collision, Zhao Li flew to the scene, choked the gun body with one hand, and vigorously pressed down, the bright silver gun was pressed out of a full arc, Liu Po's hands were relaxed, the spear slid downward, the tail of the gun touched the ground, and with the help of the gun body, he got up with a flying kick, and Zhao Li faced the door, and between the short confrontations, Liu Po seemed to win first。

However, Zhao Li is so old and spicy, the moment his face was injured, he reached out into a claw to grab the opponent's ankle, the tip of the gun was picked open, and a cold light swept down Liu Po's chest, blood splashed, if the tip of the gun went one inch further, it would be disemboweled.

Seeing that the enemy was red, the soldiers on the torture platform all cheered loudly, shouting that the general was mighty, Liu Po was injured in the chest and did not panic, his palms supported the ground and forcibly relied on twisting his waist to break free from the other party's shackles, and then a sliding step staggered his body, the bright silver spear slashed and swept across, an inch long and an inch strong, the advantage of the spear lies in the distance, once it is close, it seems to be restrained, but both of them are experts in making guns, the spear dance in their hands is impermeable, after a series of collisions, I saw the bright silver spear retreating, Liu Po played a trick to exchange head and tail, Zhao Li didn't know why, but he didn't let it at all, and chased the other party away。

At this time, a cloth bag was picked into the air, and a sound of metal collision sounded above Zhao Li's head, and immediately shouted in his heart, Liu Po, who had retreated, suddenly turned to defend and attack, and the spear stabbed obliquely and was blocked by Zhao Li's horizontal spear, but it stabbed steadily in the middle of the cloth bag, and the spear drum swung into an arc to tear the cloth bag apart, showing more than a dozen of the knives, the knife light was cold, and the meaning of bright silver was all among them.

Zhao Li knew that he was struggling to get up, and the spiritual power in his body flowed, as if it was a muffled thunder from the body of the gun, shaking the suppressed bright silver spear away, almost at the same time Liu Po abandoned the gun and took the knife, and the two-handed Pu knife was split with force, and the crisp sound was repeated, Zhao Li's body fell, and he struggled to prop up the pear flower gun above his head, and watched two more Pu knives fall beside him, as if it was just right, it was just the right time for Liu Po to send the knife and hold the knife.

The horse gang can be a fight anytime and anywhere, playing tricks, those classic martial arts Liu Po has not seen it, what he has learned is killing techniques, and he has learned it again and again, compared to the formal training in the barracks, it is more like a rogue fight, no matter what is to retreat, there is no false move, in short, it is a sentence that cannot give the other party a chance to fight back.

The two steel knives stabbed from the side sharply picked open the gaps in the armor and went deep into the flesh, Zhao Li did not dare to delay, if he blindly cared about the injury, he would only be led away by the other party, it was a killing technique, that is, he had the idea of dying, and he simply stopped being on guard, and the heavy gun swept and slashed on Liu Po's shoulder, one shot for two knives, it depends on who is more bloody.

"Bang. ”

Between life and death, the inexplicable pause of the double knives could no longer catch up with the heavy momentum of the gun, the figure flew out, Liu Po vomited blood to the ground, a deep depression in his shoulder, the bones were cracked and the tendons were broken, the whole arm was weakly pulled down, and the red eyes were rolling with tears.

A human head rolled off the torture table with a thud, and the blood-stained cheeks clung to the ashes on the ground.