The boy's eyes met those of the murderer. The young wolf's claws and fangs had not yet been sharpened, but his ferocity seemed innate.

This may be an innate temperament. When people are trapped in a fatal situation, there are two types of people who will fight back. One type of person does so after careful consideration, either out of morality, duty, integrity, or after weighing the pros and cons. It's not that he doesn't know fear in his heart, but his conscience or reason can overcome this fear. This is true courage.

There is another type of person who has nothing in his mind and acts on instinct. He is instinctively angry and instinctively eager to fight. Even if he vaguely knows that his resistance will lead to more terrible consequences, he cannot restrain his desire to take a piece of flesh from the enemy.

At this moment, Chang Geng undoubtedly belonged to the latter. Perhaps the word "terrible" itself was enough to anger him.

Looking back on those years, it was not only Xiuniang who was always struggling with her conscience, Chang Geng was the same. Xiuniang finally did not kill him, perhaps because the half of his blood belonged to her sister, and Chang Geng finally did not kill her, perhaps because she was still grateful for raising him during the long torture.

The scarred barbarian seemed to be hurt by his gaze. He raised his huge fist high in anger, intending to smash Chang Geng to pieces on the spot.

At this moment, there was a sudden roar from outside the door, and a barbarian guarding the door flew out, knocking down half of the house.

The dark embroidery room suddenly lit up, with intense sunlight pouring in. Chang Geng squinted his eyes, but instead of seeing the cold light, he heard a scream.

The scar-faced barbarian's iron arm that was pinching Chang Geng was ruthlessly cut off along with the arm inside. Chang Geng's feet were empty and he involuntarily tilted to the side. The next moment, he was gently picked up by another heavily armored iron arm.

There are always a few dismantled steel armors in Mr. Shen's yard, but heavy armor is expensive and generally not given to civilian long-arm divisions for maintenance - not even to the relatives of Captain Xu.

Only once, when a heavy armor was completely destroyed and was about to be transported to Jiangjunpo, Mr. Shen took advantage of his familiarity and asked for it privately. He went home and enthusiastically dismantled the old broken steel armor piece by piece, and explained it to Chang Geng in detail.

Chang Geng still remembered what he said, that when a person puts on heavy armor, it is as if a tremendous force is added to the body, and it is possible to crush a few horses to death and push down a few walls. It couldn't be easier, and as long as one has a basic understanding, even a child can do it.

But the most difficult thing is not to be able to lift the tripod.

The strongest armored warriors are those who, wearing heavy armor, can still thread the thinnest thread through the nose of an embroidery needle.

The steel armor on the man was different from that of the barbarian warriors. He seemed to be thinner and smaller. The surface of the armor did not have that layer of bright silver light. It looked dark and inconspicuous. He patted Chang Geng's back gently, put the boy on the heavy armor's shoulder, and whispered: "Don't be afraid."

The voice came from behind the iron mask, a little distorted, but Chang Geng turned his head sharply and stared at the tightly covered iron mask thoughtfully.

Until then, the barbarians at the door finally reacted and rushed in. With Scarface as the center, they spread out in a circle and surrounded the man in black armor and Chang Geng.

The man in black armor was protecting Chang Geng on his shoulder with one hand, and holding a smooth "long stick" with the other hand. Thin steam was coming out from the end of the unprepossessing iron stick.

The blow he suddenly used to chop off Scarface's arm was so fast that Chang Geng didn't see it clearly - could it be that his weapon was this broken iron rod?

Scarface's face was covered in cold sweat and his face was livid. He took two steps back cautiously and whispered, "Xuanjia, Cutting Wind Blade... You are from that group of ghost crows."

Chang Geng didn't react at first. After a moment, his spine suddenly stiffened - Ghost Crow!

By the way, during the Northern Expedition fourteen years ago, the Black Iron Battalion marched straight into the Northern Barbarian Prairie like a black whirlwind. The barbarians feared and hated them, so they called them "Ghost Crows."

The black-armored man ignored him and simply told Chang Geng, "Hold on tight."

Scarface shouted loudly, and four well-trained barbarian warriors rushed over with him. Swords and spears were attacking him from all sides. The man in black armor flashed a deep purple light under his feet, and he nimbly slipped out from the gap between the swords and knives. He jumped and landed on the dilapidated roof of the Xu family. As soon as he stepped on the ground, his left shoulder, which was carrying Chang Geng, hardly moved, but his right half of the body spun out at a dazzling speed, and the "iron stick" in his hand instantly became a phantom.

Chang Geng opened his eyes wide, and saw that a circle of illusory blades appeared on the end of the "stick" in the black-armored man's hand, and it slashed down on his head like a whirlwind. The barbarian armored soldier who was chasing him was unable to dodge and was hit hard in the chest. The golden box on his heart exploded instantly, and the purple gold inside burst into terrible flames, which immediately blew the behemoth's head and body apart.

The hot blood splashed on Chang Geng's face. He controlled himself as much as possible, barely maintaining a calm expression, but his hand tightly grasped the corner of the black-armored man's shoulder.

This is... the legendary Black Iron Camp that can defeat a hundred enemies with one and is indestructible.

Several barbarians saw the disparity in strength between the two sides and no longer dared to fight alone. They exchanged glances with each other and ran out of Xiuniang's hut at the same time, jumping onto the roof from several directions. One of them pounced at the feet of the man in black armor and chopped at his leg joints. One of them swung his sword at the top of his head, blocking his way up. Another one blocked his back and pointed at the black-armored man's golden box from the waist.

The scarred man with a broken arm retreated ten steps away, raised his one arm, opened one end of the iron arm, and a sinister arrow tip was ready to move, aiming at Chang Geng on the shoulder of the man in black armor.

These barbarians have been hunting together since they were young, and their cooperation in encirclement and killing is almost perfect.

The murderous intent in the air was bubbling in the flying white steam, making every hair on one's body stand up.

Chang Geng finally understood the "stick" in the black-armored man's hand. When it was driven at high speed, three or four one-foot-long black iron blades sprayed out from one end of the stick along with thin steam. When the force was withdrawn, the sharp blades would quickly sink into the other side and hide. With each movement and retraction, the blades would turn a whole circle, like a terrible meat grinder.

At this moment, Chang Geng's feet were suddenly empty, and he was pushed from the shoulders into the arms of the man in black armor. His whole body was pressed against the chest of the heavy armor, and suddenly bent backwards.

Chang Geng was horrified - not to mention his weight, the heavy armor alone must weigh several hundred pounds. After bending and folding, all the weight would be on the waist of the man in black armor. Wouldn't his waist be broken by the steel armor?

The black-armored man bent down and flipped backwards, doing a clean spin in the air, then jumped down from the roof holding Chang Geng, just missing the arrow shot at him by the scarred barbarian.

The light on the wind-cutting blade condensed into a line, but it moved swiftly and killed one more person, cut off the legs of another, and then steam burst out from the steel leggings under the black-armored man's feet, pushing the heavy armor forward, and in a blink of an eye, the other person was dozens of feet away.

It seemed like it was an easy task for him to deal with a few barbarian soldiers, but he didn't get entangled with them because of Chang Geng.

"I'll take you out of the city first." The black-armored man said slowly, "It's too chaotic here. As for your mother's matter... Well, I'll just accept my condolences."

Chang Geng leaned on him and was silent for a while before saying, "My mother committed suicide by taking poison. She had always been in contact with the barbarians outside the Great Wall. She might have been a spy for the barbarians."

The man in black armor said nothing and didn't seem surprised.

"You saved the son of a barbarian spy. You're at a loss." Chang Geng paused, then revealed the other party's identity, "Mr. Shen."

A thin cloud of white steam emerged from the black-armored man's ears, and the black iron mask was pushed up, revealing Shen Yi's frail scholar-like face.

"There was a rebellion on the Northern Tour Giant Kite," Shen Yi said, "I originally thought that the traitor was Brother Xu, but now it seems that Xiuniang may have committed suicide because she felt sorry for her husband. I think Brother Xu may have died for his country and didn't know about it until he died. You too... please accept my condolences."

"It seems you already knew it..." Chang Geng whispered, "Who are you?"

Shen Yi: "I am a member of the Black Iron Camp, and a direct descendant of Marshal Gu."

Under the command of the Black Iron Camp, the direct descendant of Anding Hou Gu Yun.

Chang Geng chewed over this sentence several times in his mind, feeling very ambiguous - he just learned that he was not born by her mother, and that her mother who never left the house was a barbarian spy. Now he heard that the poor scholar next door who never washed his hands all day long was the general of the Black Iron Camp.

What about sixteen?

Chang Geng smiled bitterly and thought, even if someone told him now that his adoptive father was Marshal Gu or even the emperor himself, he would not have the energy to be surprised.

"Why would a general under General Gu live in seclusion in a remote place like ours? Why would he save the son of a barbarian woman like me?" After asking these two questions, Chang Geng realized that he might lose control and immediately wanted to shut his mouth tightly. Unfortunately, he still couldn't stop the last unnecessary question from squeezing out from between his teeth, "Where is Shen Shiliu?"

After Chang Geng asked, he felt an indescribable sadness in his heart. Even at this point, he was still worried about Shen Shiliu. Even though he knew that the man was some important figure who was traveling incognito, he was still worried that he had poor eyesight and hearing, and would be accidentally injured by the swords outside, and would not be able to find a place to hide...

He couldn't help but wonder, "Why is it Mr. Shen who came to see me? Why didn't Sixteen come?"

Shouts of killing shook the sky. The giant kite enveloped the entire Yanhui town. White rainbow arrows appeared and disappeared like ghosts. Someone's house in the distance was on fire. The fire spread quickly. Shen Yi looked indifferent and turned a blind eye to everything. He dodged the arrows in the chaos like a flying bird and a swimming fish: "Your Highness, please sit tight."

Chang Geng said woodenly: "What did you call me?"

Shen Yi said calmly, "Fourteen years ago, when His Majesty was on a tour to the south, the Imperial Concubine was pregnant and alone in the palace. She was murdered by a traitor, but was rescued by her loyal servants and sisters and escaped. Unexpectedly, she encountered a mob rebellion on her way south. The Imperial Concubine was weak and gave birth to His Highness in the chaos. She never saw His Majesty again."

"The concubine's sister took your Highness away and has not been heard from since. Over the years, the emperor has sent countless people to search for your Highness privately, and has always believed that your Highness has died. It was not until three years ago that he found some clues and sent us to fetch you." Shen Yi briefly explained a few words, "I have not been able to reveal my identity. Please forgive me, Your Highness..."

Chang Geng was so amused that he felt that Mr. Shen's brain might be filled with oil, and he couldn't even make up a coherent story - according to what he said, Xiuniang was the sister of the imperial concubine? Could it be that the imperial concubine was also a barbarian?

Furthermore, when the emperor sent people to look for his son, did he only send two people? Even if the emperor was extremely poor and could only afford to send two people from the entire court, why did these two people not reveal their identities for more than two years?

The mysterious general of the Black Iron Camp lived next door. Didn't he know that Xiuniang had been secretly negotiating with the barbarian? Why didn't he stop it?

Chang Geng interrupted him: "You got the wrong person."

Shen Yi: "Your Highness..."

"You recognized the wrong person!" Chang Geng was exhausted and suddenly didn't want to get entangled with these people who were full of lies. "Put me down. I am the bastard born by that barbarian woman and some bandit. How can I be worthy of the general of the Black Iron Camp to rescue me? How can I be worthy of recognizing you bigwigs as my godfather?"

When Shen Yi heard the last sentence, he couldn't help but sigh. He felt that Chang Geng's anger was probably directed at Shen Shiliu. He seemed to be implicated and the target of anger.

He gently squeezed Chang Geng's kicking feet and said, "Excuse me, Your Highness, the little toe on your right foot is slightly bent than others, just like your Majesty. You are the son of a dragon, no doubt about it."

Chang Geng abruptly retracted his foot, his heart growing colder.

He remembered this clearly. This foot was not natural at all. It was smashed by Xiuniang when he was a child. She ignored his cries and broke one of his toes. Then she bent his toes into a deformed shape using the method of foot binding for women.

Bullshit, can this be fabricated?