Yi Shaocheng couldn't understand the bird songs they said, but now he understood the identities of these people - the mortal enemy of Dian Kingdom: the Qiang people.

The Qiang people have always regarded strength as their respect, and this promotion system is bloody, cruel but real.

Those with high positions can wear gold and silver, while those with low positions can even wear linen clothes. The Qiang man in front of him is wearing leather armor, with iron wolf head shoulder pads inlaid with his feet, and a pair of copper nailed deer leather boots. He is strong in figure and fierce in his eyes, and looks extremely powerful.

"Iron Wolf's Head Shoulder Guards, it turns out to be a centurion." Yi Shaocheng sneered and understood everything at once.

He had heard that the Qiang and Dian Kingdom in front of him were both neighbors and mortal enemies, and had been competing for territory for a long time. Their blood was like the wildness of the Huns and the cruelty of the Jie people, which was a lawless race itself. Now, they have joined forces with Jucheng Kingdom and encircled the two sides, forming a suppression of the Dian Kingdom.

But this time, the Qiang cavalry regiment caused the war to burn into the quiet Huban Town.

"Centurion?"

While Yi Shaocheng murmured, the gun rod was like a thread, the man and the gun were connected, the gun head was like the sun, and suddenly it was bright-

At this moment when people were blinded, the centurion only heard someone say one word in his ear: Death.

He was frightened, and his experience of many battles made him wield his sword crazily.

During this moment, everyone heard many sounds, the sound of waving the knife, the sound of wind, the sound of snow, etc., and finally turned into a "swish". Then the whole world became quiet and everyone's vision returned to normal.

When I looked again, the village man exchanged positions with their centurion. The centurion was still waving his weapons for two or three times before he fell to the ground. However, his head disappeared at some point, and blood gushed out of his broken neck, dyeing the snow red. The missing head was now being picked up by the village man's wooden gun, hanging in the air, looking down at them all in a daze.

Yi Shaocheng shook his head, his head flew up, and the end of the gun rod poled and twisted it, and he used the whip of the head to wrap it around the gun rod.

"Kill!" After being stunned, several Qiang people around them roared and brought their swords to surround them.

Yi Shaocheng kicked the big knife in the hand of the corpse on the enclave and turned around.

laugh!

A cold light flashed, and the people around him were instantly beaten by the big knife kicked away, cut off their heads, and finally returned to his hands.

Swish!

With a swing of the knife, blood splattered on the ground, and the blade turned into a cold and white light.

Yi Shaocheng did not stop with a cold face, and carried a spear with the enemy chief's head, holding a knife in one hand, and flew towards the direction of the Four Corner Tower... But there were too many enemies along the way, including the centurion, the commander of thousands of men, and various elite minions, each with stronger strength than the other.

After a long time, Yi Shaocheng was covered in blood, and the blood of the enemy solidified, looking like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.

On the gun rod he picked up on his shoulder, there were as many as seven or eight people, shaking and dense, very conspicuous.

These heads are all the leaders of the Qiang invaders, and no matter which one of them is the military ranks obtained through the accumulated large amount of military merits.

Yi Shaocheng was sweating profusely and breathed heavily, and a mouthful of white mist was spitting out, proving that he was not a walking corpse, but a strong man.

Now, the leaders of the people hanging on the gun were staring at each other, and their blood-covered eyes suddenly appeared - that is to say, these people died in an instant.

This is the speed of killing people in the rage of Yi Shaocheng!

As the gun could no longer hold more heads, Yi Shaocheng's pace of walking forward was no longer stopped. Many cruel enemies had to retreat when they saw this scene. Maybe they were asking themselves...

"Where does such a killing god come out?"

Yi Shaocheng did not chase and kill these enemies who were staggering and fleeing. He had only one destination - that is "home".

Just walk through this quiet stone stairs and alley and you can return to the Sijiao Tower.

Seeing that the Sijiao Tower was intact and did not burn with smoke, Yi Shaocheng breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little excited.

Just as he was about to reach the doorstep of his home, Yi Shaocheng slowed down his pace when he returned. He thought for a while, afraid that his appearance would intimidate Duojiao, so he threw the spear covered in blood and hung his head casually, took off the deer-skin coat outside, and tidied up his scattered hair.

Yi Shaocheng squeezed a smile on his face, and his voice echoed as usual.

"Little Lingdang, dad is back, dad is back!"

After a long time, there was no reply in the yard, and it was quiet, just like the scene when she was asleep in the past.

Yi Shaocheng's smile was frozen, and his uneasy mood was like a basin of cold water, pouring him from beginning to end.

Immediately afterwards, the blue veins on his forehead suddenly bulged. His cold face showed an expression of anger for the first time, and the violent cries in his eyes were about to emerge.

"If she loses half of her hair, I will let these beasts go without returning!"

At this moment, Yi Shaocheng was like a leopard, and he was really angry and was about to pounce on the yard.

But after listening to it, a creaking sound came - the bamboo and wooden fence door that had been hidden was gently pushed open, and Yi Shaocheng's steps also stopped.

"father!"

The timid Xiao Duojiao walked out, her face covered with tears, and she felt particularly aggrieved. Her shoulders trembled slightly, and she held back and looked at Yi Shaocheng without crying.

Yi Shaocheng rushed over and hugged Duojiao tightly, and said with red eyes, "Don't cry, don't cry, dad will take you out of here."

...

At this moment, on a mound a hundred feet away, the grass was withered and yellow. Several solemn Qiang generals stood here, watching the scene of Yi Shaocheng and Duojiao together from a high place.

Accompanying these generals, there was also a beautiful woman in flower marten fur. She had an arrogant expression and a beautiful face. Her deep light blue eyes seemed to be able to speak, adding a bit of exotic style to her. She was definitely a beauty that made most men fall in love with her.

The beautiful woman was holding a boy, about six or seven years old, and also wearing soft leather armor, looking a bit masculine. She was closely protected by a guard in Central Plains costume and a group of warriors of the clan, which shows that her identity is extremely special.

There was such a large group of people, except for the little boy, and everyone, together with the beautiful woman, looked very ugly.

Because they witnessed the entire process of Yi Shaocheng from the time he appeared to hugging the little girl tightly at this moment.

Who is this guy?

From the beginning, he was killing quickly and efficiently, as if the powerful soldiers under their command were not soldiers, but geniuses exactly like these villagers.

Who would have thought that such a powerful existence was hidden in such a dilapidated town.

The people they killed were the most brave and warriors in the Qiang tribe, and they pierced their heads, which was like a dream.
Chapter completed!