Chapter three hundred and eighty-seven

Ordinary people have no access to the war, so they don't know what's going on on the front lines. But there were frequent rumblings outside the pass, and those who were far away were even less sure what the front line was like.

Such as Su Yuebai, is one of thousands of ordinary people.

I knew there was a war ahead, but it was strange that the rich businessmen who were going to flee to the south of the Yangtze River these days seemed to have heard something, and they all slowed down at the same time.

Even the guests in the spicy fragrant workshop gradually up, but to avoid backlogs of goods, Taotie pavilion has been closed a few days ago. However, Tianxiang Pavilion and women's Square, adjacent to the street, but also temporarily open.

Suyuebai had intended to make a point, but several of the store's female employees said they didn't know what to do, even if they were hiding at home in fear. Might as well be in a shop, where you can see the big guys and feel better about yourself.

The shop was hers, and there were no expenses, such as utilities, so the door was open. Occasionally someone came in, but also in a hurry to buy things and then left, mouth still do not know how long this war to fight.

Every day, Su Yue sat on the upper floor of the Kawa no Nagare no Yō Ni, watching the crowd on the street, only feeling more and more heavy in the heart.

He also said that Lu Yanmo had not been seen for several days in succession, and occasionally came back with a body of Suicideqi.

Suyuebai was worried, but he did not dare to question her.

It was rare to see him during the day, but his skin was rough, his complexion darker, his eyes black and his cheekbones prominent.

Su Yue Bai didn't know what he was going to do, but he was so tired. Just quietly told aunt Hu to prepare some tonic soup, has been simmering in the kitchen. If he comes back, he'll have a bowl any time.

As for the rest, it's out of her hands. All that could be done now was to keep him out of trouble and worry.

Su Yue Bai in the heart already had an idea faintly, but had the feeling this idea was too absurd.

Did Lu Yanmo really rush to the Front for support? He's a bandit?

One day, a Thunderclap, this year's summer has finally arrived.

The rain came pouring down like a triumph, pouring down upon the earth.

The rain had dried up the route ahead and halted the fighting between the eastern navy and the huns.

Attila's tent.

Chaolu big horse gold knife of sit in big tent, the face of big beard is not angry from Wei. With his hands on his knees, he pulled out his machete and cut off the man's head, ignoring the pleas of those below.

"Doru, " he said, "What on Earth are those flames? "

As Chanyu is today, Chaolu is no longer fit to lead the army at the front. So he sat back and waited for the news of victory from his warriors.

On the first day of the battle, however, a curious situation arose.

A team of more than 10,000 people rushed directly to the pass and saw the hanging plaque in the distance. Can Not be near before, suddenly boom a loud bang. Beneath the glare of the fire was the sickening smell of rust and scattered limbs.

The land where the tender grass grew was covered with blood in an instant. Yellow soil, also became the red of rust.

The soldiers who had escaped were scared out of their minds, talking nonsense and shouting 'the gods have sinned' .

In a fit of Pique, he beheaded several men.

But that day to escape is not that person, even if his knife brandish again fast, also can not block long numerous mouth.

Within a few days, the camp was enveloped in an atmosphere of intrigue.

Everyone knew that the huns would lose this battle, because the god of the Huns had sent a divine punishment to punish them.

As to why he should be punished, there are many opinions.

But there's only one thing that everyone agrees on.

Is that God didn't want them to keep killing, so he stopped them from doing it again.

Chaolu had not seen the light of the fire, and had not heard any loud noise that shook the heavens and the earth. He thought it was all a plot by these cowards, who had long since forgotten how powerful the huns were under the power of the East China Sea.

What should have been a hungry wolf on the prairie has turned into a weak puppy.

They're wolves! It's a bloodthirsty wolf! WHOEVER GETS IN THEIR WAY, kill them and destroy them!

This is the meaning of Chaolu's life, and he will never allow anyone to stand in his way.

And the so-called 'God to Sin' , it is at this time of the most hated Chaolu. That's why he turned to his brother. It was the child of my father and a Han slave woman, born of mixed blood, as abominable as the beast. Good thing he's got a good head on his shoulders and thinks he's the boss.

"Do you know what that is, Shandong? " He asked. "You have Chinese blood in you. You should know them. I already promised you, if you help me win growing up, you'll be a credit to the kingdom. When that happens, I'll take back your name."

Shandong was a young man, white and fair, with a green stubble on his face. Even though he's trying so hard to be an adult, Chauru knows he can't.

That's not what a man looks like. He's a boy.

Chaolu in the heart laughed, looking at the eyes of more Lu is also undisguised disdain.

Your mother was a slave girl, and your blood is vile. The noblest name in the family. You can forget it.

Sure enough, Doru looked happy and said with great trepidation, "thank you, Danyu. Just... " he hesitated for a moment, shaking his head, he said, "when I was in Central Plain, I never heard of such a weapon. I, the Huns, have always been strong, and have spent all these years recuperating, just to give East China Sea the worst blow. ".

But none of the spies I sent said anything about that strange glow. My only concern is, is this a Tokai plot? Those soldiers who escaped, I've questioned them myself. Unfortunately, they were so mad that they couldn't get anything useful out of them except GIBBERISH."

Chaolu was disappointed. He did not want to hear such an answer.

And DOLU looked sincere, even because there was no way to answer his questions, and showed a look of guilt.

I shouldn't argue with him. He's not as smart as I am. He knows some of Central Plain's art of war.

"All right, you can go down now, " Chaolu said. "You have to know who you are. You are a huns, not Chinese. I don't want you to pity them anymore. Do you understand? "

Doru prostrated himself deeply, his forehead pressed against his palm, and said with a look of fear: "It was Doru's fault, please chastise him. "

"Go, I forgive you. "

Then Doru came out of the king's tent with a look of gratitude on his face.

He looked away in the direction of the pass, frowning.

Although do not know what that firelight is exactly, but he has a kind of idea, always feel that that thing and Lu Yanmo can not get rid of a relation. Maybe even his eccentric wife.