I followed Brother Kite's example and leaned down and put my ears to the ground. Waves of subtle muffled sounds came from the ground. The sound was like hearing my own heartbeat while holding my breath in an extremely quiet environment.

I couldn't tell if it was the sound of horse hooves, but Brother Yaozi said it was, so it should be.

"Get out of here!"

I stood up and said: "You can only hear it if you put your ear to the ground, which means the other party is still far away from us and there is still time."

After saying that, I hugged Xiaozhi tightly, braced myself, roughly discerned the direction among the messy footprints around me, and chased after my master.

"Are they those Yin soldiers?"

Zhang Xinya asked me in a low voice, her face was still a little pale, and she was limping when she ran. It seemed that she was bitten badly by that unscrupulous old man.

I nodded slightly, and it was probably those things, but calling them Yin soldiers is not quite accurate. What they are still needs to be studied.

Ta da da, da da da...

The crisp sound of horse hooves suddenly came from behind.

This time I didn't hear it by putting my ears to the ground, but the sound that spread directly in the air. The sound of wind and snow was like a sharp whistle, very harsh, and I still couldn't suppress the crisp sound of horse hooves. Every sound was like a knock.

On my soul.

Why so fast?

It was obvious that he was still several miles away from us just now? How long had it passed? It was just a blink of an eye! We didn’t even run a hundred meters!!

I turned my head stiffly, and a very strange thought came to my mind - why is the moon so bright tonight?

The moon is not yet full, only half an arc, but the wild white moonlight illuminates the entire desolate mountain top. The light reflected by the white snow seems to have been dizzy. The wind blows in the mist, and a horse rides out of the mist. The horse is tall and handsome.

"Hmph, hum," he snorted, and white air spewed out from his mouth and nose, which seemed to have a sense of bloodthirsty and madness. Immediately, the man was wearing double-breasted chainmail, and the iron clothes shook with a "clatter" sound, and his helmet

The red tassel flutters in the wind...

This ride is really chasing the wind and chasing the moon, arriving in an instant, mainly because of the indomitable momentum of the rider, which makes people feel terrified.

For the first time, I knew that the ancient cavalry was so scary. Their crazy charging posture was even worse than a modern steel chariot running over me head-on. In a moment of confusion, the cavalry pounced on me head-on.

Come up.

"Get away!!"

Brother Yaozi yelled, he was the closest to me, turned around and threw me to the ground.

In fact, this was a useless effort. The horse had no intention of attacking me head-on. When it was four or five steps away from me, the man on the horse suddenly kicked the horse in the belly. The horse leaped into the air and passed over our heads.

At this moment, the man turned his hand and took out a short spear from the saddle strap. Looking at the size, it was not an infantry javelin equipped in the Ming army at all, nor was it like the Tatars like to use to bully Hu Da and Balcha.

The javelin is very short, but has a three-pointed blade at the tail. It should be a kind of throwing spear called a three-tailed javelin, which has already appeared in the Yuan Dynasty.

This is a ghost general...

An idea popped into my head...

Because in the Ming army, ordinary sergeants used standard weapons, but this three-tailed javelin was not part of the military, and only some generals would spend their own money to equip weapons that they could make good use of.

Anyone who dares to use such a short-throwing spear on horseback must be someone with amazing physical strength.

It was too late to say that, but soon, the war horse was still in the air. The man shouted "kill" and leaned back slightly. The three-tailed javelin in his hand had already shot out, like a rainbow piercing the sun, towards a place twenty or thirty meters away.

The tall branches of the big tree flew away.

Keng!

Accompanied by a shrill scream, the three-tailed javelin was nailed to the tree. The aqua blue flashed away, just for an instant, and then the big tree was seen trembling, and the frost hanging on the branches fell one after another.

This time I saw it clearly, the aqua blue color was very clear, it was definitely not an illusion...

It’s that kind of thing!!

That's right, I also saw a similar situation before Wushuang took action, that is to say... after the beings in the wind chime took action, they still did not drink those things away completely, and they were still dormant and waiting for an opportunity to attack...

…

Thinking about this, I was filled with fear. If it hadn't been for this ghost general and that thing squatting on the branch of the tree, if he had found the right opportunity, there's no guarantee that one of us wouldn't be here!

Boom!!

The deafening sound of horse hooves followed, completely engulfing the rest of us...

The horses neighed and the soldiers roared...

I looked at the cavalry who came out of the mist indifferently. My whole body was in a state of numbness. I don't know if it was because of the cold, or because I was shocked by the terrifying murderous aura!

Overwhelming!

In just an instant, hundreds of riders passed by a few of us.

Why are we running around at this time? A few of us had already hid behind a big tree, huddled together and huddled together.

"Wait, wait... It seems like they don't want to hurt anyone..."

Even for someone like Brother Yaozi, his voice was trembling a little at this time. The murderous intent of these cavalrymen was too strong. Thousands of them were shuttling through the forest, and it felt like the world was shaking...

I was reading a post on the Internet before, and many people had this question - who is taller in ancient times or us modern people?

If you are a Westerner, I don’t know. I think it must be because modern people are taller. After all, they were really... too backward in ancient times. Zheng He went to the West and met the Westerners, who were probably people from Britain and France.

It's probably like this - ignorant, dirty, and short!

This is very similar to modern Westerners' evaluation of Chinese people...

But if it’s China, I can say with certainty that ancient people were much taller than modern people!!

Because I have seen the bones of ancient people excavated from tombs, and I have seen them many times. Especially the people from the Qin and Han Dynasties were much taller than modern people, while those from the Ming Dynasty had actually shrunk a bit. By the middle of the Qing Dynasty, the bones unearthed

It just looks very short.

The cavalry in front of me are the most powerful among the people of Ming Dynasty. Each one of them is extremely tall and looks like a demon when riding on a war horse.

I saw someone on horseback shooting with a bow, and screams were heard in the distance.

I also saw someone waving a heavy eyebrow-tip knife. Wherever he passed, aqua-blue light would flash away...

There are more than one of those things left, but those things that chased us to the sky and into nowhere are... vulnerable to these cavalry!

The sound of horse hooves could be heard endlessly. These cavalrymen did not stop and surged towards the distance.

"It's so scary..."

Lao Bai was almost paralyzed, and said to himself: "Just wait and see, it will eventually pass."

This man is like a crow's mouth, good but not bad. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a horse suddenly turning back from the distance. When he rushed to us, he reined in the horse. The horse leaped uneasily with its front hooves. It was obvious that

I was terrified, fearing that the war horse would hit me on the forehead without thinking. If that happened, I guessed that I didn’t have the fate to be like Bao Qingtian. There was no other way out except getting my head kicked into a rotten watermelon.

The person who came back was actually the ghost general who first appeared. Only one pair of eyes was exposed, scanning the group of us up and down.

We are the cutlery and we are the fish and meat. We are not sure what this person wants, so we can only bite the bullet and wait.

After a long time, the man suddenly asked: "The Han family?"

His tone was a little weird, similar to the current Nanjing dialect, but also a little different. This should be the Jinling Mandarin that was popular in the Ming Dynasty.

Fortunately, I can still understand it. What I'm most afraid of is the Bianjing dialect spoken in the Song Dynasty, which I really can't understand.

"That's right, we are the same people, we are not Tatars!!"

Lao Bai suddenly jumped up excitedly, with tears streaming down his face. He felt like a fellow villager meeting a fellow villager. His hands were restlessly groping in his trouser pockets. Looking at it like that, he wanted to take out his ID card and show it to the other party. Fortunately, he was

I didn’t pay for it, otherwise I would have been really worried about his head being chopped off with a knife. After all, simplified Chinese characters and traditional Chinese characters are two different things!!

Immediately, the man's eyebrows and feet curved, as if he was smiling, and he took off his mask. He didn't look ghostly at all. He looked like a big living person standing in front of us. He had a long beard and his face was slightly rough.

Showing a bronze color with a Chinese character face, he nodded slightly and sighed: "It's not easy. After so many years, we have only seen Tatars here, but I, the Han family, have not been seen here."

He spoke clearly and clearly, and I looked at him with some horror.

Their existence is different from those in the Three Eyes Kingdom. They should have been here for six hundred years. If he is not awake and still thinks that he is still alive, according to the situation of the Ming Dynasty and the Tatars at that time, Bai Gen and Qi

If people like Mancang enter this place, they will definitely not be able to get out.

In other words, he knows very well what year he is today and what kind of existence he is!

I almost blurted out the question: "If that's the case, why are you still lingering?"

After asking, I felt a little uneasy. The words had a somewhat over-the-top meaning. If I met someone with a bad temper, something would happen.

Immediately, the man was startled, then lowered his head and said: "I am waiting for Your Majesty to come down. During the crisis, Your Majesty never abandoned any of us, and you will not abandon me now..."

The majesty he spoke of must be Zhu Di.

However, Zhu Di was already dead, on the way to the Fifth Northern Expedition. Six hundred years had passed. He should have known this very well. How could there be an emperor in the world who had reigned for six hundred years?

So, I'm a little confused again and don't know what his specific condition is...

The man said no more, his eyes fell on Xiaozhi, and he whispered: "The child is frightened."

After saying that, he dismounted and walked toward me step by step. The armor on his body made a clattering sound, which was very oppressive.

Seeing him reaching out, I hesitated a little, but in the end I didn't resist and let his rough fingers fall on my childish and delicate face.

A touch of softness suddenly flashed in the man's eyes, and he said softly: "When I went to war, the pillar at home was the same size."
To be continued...