When Huang Taiji fled outside the Jinzhou camp, it was when Zu Dashou was observing the city.

Huang Taiji had already sent Qing cavalry to Jinzhou Daying to report the news, so Duoduo and others received the invoice and led a storm out of the camp to pick him up.

But Zhao Yu was silent at this time.

He had already sneaked to approach Huang Taiji, and he could see six or seven Tartar generals in golden armor and golden helmets, and some sages who looked like men, leading a cavalry to meet Huang Taiji.

Zhao Yu couldn't help laughing silently.

Under the reflection of some light of fire, Zhao Yu's face was extremely cold.

At this moment, he saw the top leaders of the Tartars and roughly guessed that it should be all the Tartar leaders in the Jinzhou camp.

Seeing them, everything from ten years ago appeared before Zhao Yu.

That bloody evening.

Mother's crying, father's roar, screams, and blood.

At this moment, Hong Chengchou, Ming army, court, and great righteousness were all left aside without hesitation by Zhao Yu. He just wanted to kill people and kill all the top leaders of the Tartars. Only by using their heads and blood can he pay tribute to his parents' spirit in heaven and erase the resentment in his heart.

Huang Taiji breathed a long sigh. Seeing Duoduo and others approaching him, he couldn't help but look back at the wilderness with flames, and he no longer heard the shouts of killing.

"Hahaha...that man!that man!that man!haha..."

laughing out loud.

In an instant, the horror and panic in my heart were suppressed, and there was indeed a touch of the emperor's demeanor.

Duoduo and others came up to us. When they heard Huang Taiji laughing, they were all confused. Then they came to Huang Taiji, turned over and dismounted, shouting at the servants, and then they were about to kneel down.

Just now, it exploded with a loud bang: "Tartars, die!"

A ghost actually rushed up from an incredible angle, lifting the iron cone with one hand, and in the other hand, he lifted a sharp knife.

The sharp knife flashed with a slash of sword light, as if a bright moon rose from the ground, suddenly surrounding Huangtaiji, and Zhao Yu's figure appeared.

Zhao Yuxin threw away the sharp knife with his hand, stretched out his hand, and took it by, and five or six heads of money fell into his hand, and he flipped his palm and hung it around his waist.

Then his eyes were cold, and he straightened Huang Taiji and shouted: "Come down!"

He grabbed Huang Taiji's head of the horse and pressed it hard. With a pop, the horse's head exploded. Huang Taiji fell from the horse's back. Zhao Yu took the clothes on his back, as if he was carrying a chicken in his hand.

Lightning flashed through the flash.

Just in the blink of an eye, it seemed like a successful meeting, and it became what it is now.

Five or six headless corpses in golden armor and golden helmets were kneeling on the ground, as if they were forgiven. The high-ranking master, the emperor, was carried in his hand like a chicken.

Zhao Yu held Huang Taiji in one hand and held a cone in the other hand, looking around, and he defeated him. His eyes were like lightning, and he glanced past, and the responder was dizzy and blood floating.

With a jingle, some unknown weapon fell to the ground. Then the scribes who were bowing down behind the Tartar generals with golden armor and golden helmets all looked panicked and collapsed on the ground.

Someone actually had shit and peeing in his crotch, his throat clattered a few times, and he was so scared that he was so scared.

In ancient times, Zhang Yide roared at Changbanpo, scaring Cao General to death. Now, Zhao Yu is one by one and one by one, and everyone is the enemy of the country!

Those scribes and traitors are also those.

I originally thought that the Tartars would be able to gain wealth and prosperity by relying on the Tartars to take over the Central Plains. But I didn’t expect that one person would take the head of the Tartars with one knife!

Where is there any glory and wealth?

Where is there any hope?

Zhao Yu saw clearly, snorted coldly, and swung the iron cone and slapped it.

There is no complete corpse after death.

Then, countless Tartar troops exploded around.

Some were extremely crazy and rushed up desperately, or saw that the Tartar emperor was not dead and was held in his hand by Zhao Yu. Some were saved and wanted to rescue the slave chief.

Some were anxious and at a loss, wandering around in a daze.

Some people even turned their horse's head and ran away without knowing the direction.

...

On the banks of the Daughter River, there is a small hill and an abandoned village facing the river.

There is an old pine at the entrance of the village, which has been around for many years. It is as tall as a cover, lush and green.

A small canal was drawn from the Daughter River and walked around the village.

In a trance, you can still see the scenery of this village ten years ago. The chickens and dogs were heard and the roads were transported. There were three or two children laughing and wandering around under the tree. There were three or five old men enjoying the cool under the tree and watching the children play with a smile.

Some men returned from fishing or carried a bundle of firewood. Some women also carried wooden basins, washed clothes, and returned from the river.

There are also curling smoke from cooking stoves.

There is also tranquility and peace.

However, now, the village is as cold as a ghost.

The old pine tree is still the same old pine tree, but there is a thick piece of pine needles under the tree. The small channel has been flooded by weeds and cannot see its appearance.

Around the village's earth wall, a piece of it collapsed here and a piece of it collapsed there, and a lot of weeds had grown on it.

Lonely, lonely, occasionally crows scream.

Zhao Yu stood at Lao Songxia, holding Huang Taiji who was already unconscious in one hand, and the head hung around his waist. The big iron cone was gone, and he held a knife in the other hand.

He stood under the tree, vaguely remembering the beginning of his circling under the tree with a few friends. He remembered to go fishing with them by the river, jumping into the mud by the river with his bare butt, and then swimming in the river.

I also remember a few old men wearing short jackets and holding palm-leaf fan, remembering the bitterness and sweetness under the old pineapple.

Every day, my father went out early and came back late, fished, or hunted, and gave everything for that small home. And my mother and the land at home were managed by this strong woman.

Zhao Yu was ignorant at that time, and he did not mature in an instant until his parents died under the sword of the Tartars.

But that's all hatred.

Now ten years later, standing under the old pine tree at the entrance of this village, Zhao Yu felt quite calm. But a faint sorrow always lingers, making people feel a little aftertaste and reluctant, and want to cry.

He remembered "the son wants to support his parents but his parents are not waiting for him." or he remembered "the thread in the hands of a loving mother".

Either a strict father and a kind mother, or something else.

It's very complicated and hard to let go.

After a long time, Zhao Yu sighed.

Huang Taiji woke up now.

He heard Zhao Yu sigh, not knowing why. He raised his head quietly and looked at the abandoned village carefully. Huang Taiji spoke, "The hero is invincible, my Qing Dynasty's iron cavalry is unparalleled, like a hero..."

Zhao Yu threw Huang Taiji to the ground and threw a dog to bite.

Then he moved stones everywhere.

Huang Taiji dared not escape, he knew he could not escape. So many soldiers and so many blockings did not stop this man's pace even for a moment.

Now he is alone, without a horse or a personal soldier, how can he escape?

He just sat there, saying one by one, using power, profit, and beauty. As long as he could think of it, he was like a bean, hoping to tell the demon god even if it was a little bit and seek a glimmer of hope.

Zhao Yu ignored him completely. What's the point of asking him to say a few more words?

I only moved the stones, and at the entrance of the village, under the old pineapple, a altar was built.

Then, the clay is used as a furnace and the pine branches are used as incense. A circle of human heads around the waist is placed one by one as a sacrifice to the three animals.

Huang Taiji's face turned pale. He glanced at the stone to raise the knife on the altar. Why was the blade so sharp? He only felt a thirsty sound in his neck.

He knew what Zhao Yu was going to do.

Zhao Yu just didn't say anything, walked over, picked up Huang Taiji, and threw it in front of the altar.

Huang Taiji moved his mouth and wanted to beg for forgiveness, but he didn't say it. He probably already knew what kind of person he was like Zhao Yu.

He had read ancient books by the Han people, and some of them who avenged their parents and killed the enemy thousands of miles away, and they would spend half their lives without regrets until they died. Whenever he saw them, he would praise them, saying that there were so many heroes in the Han people and how prosperous the Han civilization was.

And now, he is only afraid.

Such people are not tempted by power, money, beauty, and are persistent and firm. Once they have the determination, they cannot even pull back the nine cows.

Finally, he couldn't help saying, "I don't remember that I've been here."

Zhao Yu grabbed the rat tail behind his head and raised the knife with one hand: "My father and my mother!"

Zhao Yu knelt down on the ground with a loud bang, shouting to the sky: "I'm going to avenge you today!"

Puff!

A big head was lifted into his hand, and a dirty blood was scattered out, dyeing the altar with blood red.
Chapter completed!