It was hard to tell where the blood came out from between Chang Geng's lips and teeth, and he took a sip and it tasted fishy and sweet.

Fatty Ge had only run a few steps when he looked like he was about to die. However, the little fat boy surprisingly knew the seriousness of the situation and held Chang Geng's sleeve tightly the whole time, his palms were full of cold and sticky sweat. Chang Geng, who was obsessed with mysophobia, had no time to shake him off. The two teenagers were like two desperate young animals, and they had to show their childish fangs with difficulty in the desperate situation.

The man at the end of the path raised his hand and lifted the mask to his forehead, revealing his handsome features.

His cheeks were thin, and there seemed to be a shadow in his slightly sunken eye sockets, reflecting the vast Central Plains. When his eyes fell on Chang Geng, the meaning was extremely complicated, as if there was a little nostalgia and a little pride, which made him look very humane.

Unfortunately, this bit of humanity is very thin, and is ultimately covered by deep hatred, like a red line buried in the endless snow outside the Great Wall. Although it exists, it disappears in the blink of an eye.

The roar of heavy steel armor came one after another, and one shiny heavy armor after another fell behind the man. There were more than twenty barbarian heavy armors.

There was a sound of wind behind him. Chang Geng turned around alertly and found that his shoulder was held down by someone - the person who came was Shen Yi in black armor.

Shen Yi's body was stained with more blood, and the black iron looked even darker.

Fatty Ge didn't know the inside story, his eyes almost popped out of his head: "Mr. Shen...Mr. Shen?"

Chang Geng turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood foam: "That's the general of the Black Iron Camp, someone close to Marquis Anding, don't yell."

Fatty Ge's tongue suddenly twisted into a hemp rope, and thousands of pieces of fat on his body stuttered in unison: "An, An Anding Hou!"

Shen Yi stretched out a black iron hand towards Ge Pangxiao with a guilty look on his face.

The hand was as big as the boy's head and was stained with blood. Fatty Ge instinctively closed his eyes and shrank his neck, but the iron hand only gently grasped the back of his head, softer than a feather falling on his head, without breaking a single hair.

Shen Yi blocked the two young men behind him, stood still, and turned to the man at the end of the path: "I heard that Prince Getu, the 'alpha wolf' of the 18 Heavenly Wolf Divisions, has an extraordinary son named..."

The barbarian replied calmly, "Galai - if you call it that, it means 'Yinghuo'."

"Prince Yinghuo, you are polite." Mr. Shen held the Wind-Cutting Blade, slowly raised his iron fist and placed it in front of his chest, following the local customs and using the barbarian etiquette.

The Barbarian Prince asked, "Ghost Crow, tell me your name."

"I am a nobody, not worthy of your respect," Shen Yi smiled and asked in his scholarly, reasonable voice, "The 18 tribes of the Northern Barbarians have been our vassal for more than ten years. We have maintained friendly relations, paid tribute, and traded with each other. We have always lived in peace. I think Daliang has never treated you unfairly. I would like to ask why you have come here uninvited and attacked the unarmed civilians, women and children?"

Fat Ge was stunned - Mr. Shen got up early in the morning and still wore a ridiculous apron, swearing as he walked around the stove. At this moment, there was a row of barbarians in front of him. He stood alone in his dull and dark armor, but he had an unshakable aura of "I will go even if there are tens of millions of people against me".

The Barbarian Prince looked at Shen Yi for a moment, then snorted with a forced smile.

Then, he looked at Chang Geng again and spoke in the fluent Daliang dialect, "I just heard from my brothers that there are people from the Black Iron Camp in this frontier city. I said they were exaggerating, but it turns out to be true. So it seems...is the other rumor true too? Is the son of the goddess who was abducted by your Emperor of the Central Plains really hiding here?"

Chang Geng's heart skipped a beat.

The Barbarian Prince looked at Chang Geng for a moment, and seemed a little reluctant to look at him any longer.

The tall barbarian raised his head slightly. It was a bit cloudy, with clouds covering the sky. His eyes looked like the abyss. He murmured to an unknown god in the sky, "My goddess of the 18th Wolf Tribe is the purest spirit on the grassland. The wind of the sky will kiss the hem of her skirt. All living beings will bow their heads when they see her. Where she sings and dances, there will be herds of cattle and sheep next year, and the grass and trees will be lush and lush. Countless flowers will bloom at the feet of Changshengtian..."

There was a strange rhythm in his voice, as if he was humming a pastoral song from the grassland.

"General," said the barbarian prince, "you have occupied our pastures, dug out the blood of the earth, and robbed our goddess. Now you come to ask me why I came. It's too unreasonable. Your country has sages for thousands of years and taught thousands of people. Did they teach you how to be robbers? Even if it is the Black Iron Camp, there is only you here. I advise you to get out of the way and hand over the little bastard to me. I will burn it to atone for the sins of Changshengtian and calm the resentment of the defiled goddess. I really... can't bear to see his face!"

Fatty Ge's heart was in a mess until he heard this, and he finally understood a few words, and asked hurriedly: "Brother, the little one he is talking about... Ahem, is it you?"

Chang Geng was very upset and said woodenly: "Can you say less?"

"Your Highness..." Shen Yi shook his head helplessly. "The bad guys are the first to complain. Well, it's pointless for you and me to trace the cause of the Northern Expedition fourteen years ago. Let's fight if we want."

His words hit the ground like iron nails. The low walls on both sides of the narrow alley were flattened by the heavy armor that was taller than the top of the wall. Two rows of Northern Barbarian soldiers split into two groups and surrounded Shen Yi and Chang Geng in the middle with murderous intent.

Shen Yi took off a short sword from his body and handed it to Chang Geng: "Your Highness, be careful."

Mr. Shen spoke politely, but his hands were ruthless. Before he even finished speaking, he had already taken the initiative.

Steam nearly ten feet long gushed out from behind the black armor, and the wind-cutting blade in his hand screamed out, like a bright whirlwind, sweeping out of his hand. The three barbarian warriors closest to him were caught off guard. The golden boxes on their chests were crushed at the same time, and they were immediately locked in place by the heavy armor.

The barbarian prince roared and rushed forward at the lead, bringing up a sultry and scorching wind.

Shen Yi rushed forward without hesitation, and shouted at Chang Geng and Ge Pangxiao: "Run!"

The black armor of the Black Iron Camp was indeed exquisite, but it was too exquisite - it was said that a set of black armor was more than 40 kilograms lighter than ordinary heavy armor. Shen Yi was originally like a weak scholar, not nearly as strong as the barbarian prince. He raised the wind-cutting blade with both hands and barely blocked the opponent's thunder-like collision, but the whole person was forced to retreat.

As the two heavily armored figures wrestled with each other, the surrounding low walls, courtyards, stone houses... and even the big trees as thick as a man's embrace were all spared and fell down with a loud crash.

The Barbarian Prince shouted, "Leave that little bastard behind!"

Several heavily armored barbarians responded, snow-white steam flew in all directions, intercepting the two young men who had a total of three legs.

Chang Geng held the sword across his chest, one leg completely unable to support him, so it had to hang limply to the side. His chest was throbbing, his heart seemed to be about to explode, his face was filled with a sinister childishness, the wolf nature hidden deep in his blood was forced out in the fierce stare with the barbarian warrior - let's not talk about whether the so-called "goddess" was his confusing mother, even if she was, how could burning a son to death to commemorate his own mother be considered a strange story?

Fat Ge wiped his nose and asked stupidly in the midst of the hustle and bustle: "Brother, you are really 'Your Highness', doesn't that mean you are rich?"

Chang Geng: "What the hell, you got the wrong person - you're going to die, why don't you run?"

Fat Ge puffed out his chest and said, "I won't run, I want to follow my big brother...ah, mother!"

Two barbarians pounced on him from the left and right, and Ge Pangxiao, who had just been boasting, was grabbed alive by one of them, lifted over his head, and was about to be thrown to death.

Fat Ge was quick-witted and agile. He flapped his limbs like a dying puppy and grabbed hold of a branch of a nearby tree. Between life and death, he burst out with inhuman strength and actually managed to hang himself on the tree.

Unfortunately, although he was not a human, his pants were still just a piece of ordinary cloth and were torn off with a "hiss".

I don't know whether Fatty Ge was quick-witted or frightened, but seeing that his pants were destroyed, he took the opportunity to urinate and poured it all over the face of the heavily armored barbarian.

The barbarian pushed up his mask and caught it right away, without wasting any energy.

The barbarian was furious. He roared on the spot and swept his iron fist across, wanting to kill the brat. Unexpectedly, his feet suddenly lost control. It turned out that Chang Geng was dodging the enemy. While Chang Geng was standing still, he took aim and stabbed the dagger into the seam of the brat's steel leg.

The dagger was indeed made by the Black Iron Camp. It was extremely sharp and cut off one side of the steel armor leggings. The barbarian lost his balance and fell to his knees, blocking his companions. Fat Ge jumped onto the treetops like a fat monkey, and nimbly climbed over the eaves and walls. He bravely picked up a brick from the wall next to him and shouted to Chang Geng, "Brother, get out of the way!"

White mist gushed out from under Chang Geng's feet. He didn't have time to stand up, and his steel legs dragged him several feet away along the ground. Then a large rock fell and hit the barbarian's steel helmet with a "bang". The tail sound lingered in the room for three days.

Ge Pangxiao: "Take off my pants, you bastards! I'll let you take off my pants!"

Chang Geng rolled in the dirt and was about to struggle to stand up on one leg when he suddenly felt a tightness on the back of his neck. A huge iron hand dropped from the sky and lifted him up.

Chang Geng subconsciously reached for the iron wrist buckle, but the barbarian didn't allow him to use the force at all and tried to slam him against the wall on the spot.

Shen Yi, who was entangled by the barbarian prince, was no longer able to do anything.

At this moment, a sharp horse neigh was heard, and a brilliant iron arrow flew across the sky like a bamboo shoot, directly nailing the barbarian who had captured Chang Geng to the low wall through the thick steel plate.

The low wall could not bear the weight of the heavy armor and collapsed with a loud crash. Chang Geng sat down in the ruins in a panic. He heard a very penetrating eagle cry from the sky. He looked up and saw two huge black shadows circling in the air, looking down at the barbarian prince's eighteen strong men within the range of longbows and iron arrows.

The barbarian prince suddenly looked up, his eyes wide open: "Black Eagle!"

A man not far away responded, "That's right. Long time no see. The three Xuantie troops ask His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to be well."

The familiar voice made Chang Geng's whole body tremble. He knelt in the ruins of bricks and rubble, looking at the man wearing light armor and riding a horse in disbelief.

The man was wearing the lightest armor, which was specially used for riding horses. His whole body weighed no more than 30 kilograms, and was also called "light fur coat".

He was not wearing a mask, and even his helmet was casually held in his hand, revealing a face that had accidentally entered Chang Geng's dream, and the cinnabar mole at the corner of his eye was scorching red.

Fat Ge squatted on the wall and swayed, almost falling down. He pinched his thigh fiercely: "Mother...Aren't you my sixteenth uncle?"

"Yes, nephew," Shen Shiliu rode forward nonchalantly, as if the enemy formation was completely invisible to him. He arrogantly drew a wind-cutting blade from his waist, pushed the barbarian's body aside, turned back and scolded Ge Pang on the wall with a small smile, "You little bastard, you're walking your bird in the street, you should at least find a leaf to cover it."

Fat Ge quickly and shyly covered it with his hand.

Chang Geng stared at him intently, forgetting where he was for a moment.

"Shen Shiliu" met his gaze, dismounted, bent down slightly, and handed a hand to Chang Geng: "Your Highness, Gu Yun, I am late to save you."

Volume 1: The Northern Geese Never Return