Chapter 35: Four Years of Blood Feud!

  The second watch of the new spring, continue to ask for votes

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  Ptoo!

  I flashed by with a tilted body, but both hands could hardly grasp the long spear.

  I mustn't lose my gun!

  A warrior without arms, is there still life?

  How can I still talk about the mighty Zhao family with no life of my own?

  Can I, who has no life, avenge my mother who died young?

  Is there still a chance? Is there still qualification?!

  This is exactly what I'm fighting for.

  I clutched the horse's belly with my legs and stomped my feet on the stirrups with all my might, shaking violently.

  This is not fear.

  Just shivering.

  Just like during the small exam when I looked at the last application question, my two little legs couldn't help but tremble with fear, and my stomach was also churning.

  I didn't have a shred of fear in my heart, but I just got more and more intense, even the hand holding the pen trembled slightly.

  Then at the moment when the exam ended and the papers were handed in, all the nervousness disappeared, leaving only a faint numbness throughout the body.

  It is so at this time.

  I'm not afraid at all.

  But I trembled all over, like a young mouse that had just come out of its hole and suddenly encountered a fierce cat, and could only crouch in the corner, shivering with fear.

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  A line of tears trickled out from the corner of her mouth.

  I stuck out my tongue and licked it.

  Hot, sticky and smelly.

  I don't feel like there's anything particularly painful in my five internal organs.

  Where did this blood come from?

  I was wondering, two nasal wings couldn't help but move slightly, and again two lines of hot blood flowed out slowly.

  Both eyes and ears are aching slightly, fortunately without any bleeding.

  Seven orifices have three damaged orifices.

  Han's long knife was so powerful that it reached this point.

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  "Chao'er, let me take over for you!" Ma Teng ignored the vow I had made to "avenge my mother", and rushed out of the crowd, his long spear held horizontally in front of his chest, blocking the space between Han Sui and me. Behind him, my elder sister, Pang De, and Ma Dai quickly surrounded me.

  "Ma Teng, you are a defeated general, yet you still have the face to replace your son's formation!" Han Sui shouted loudly.

  Yes, he has the capital, he is qualified: He continuously defeated the commander-in-chief of the enemy army and his eldest son. Looking at the enemy army, except for himself, the main general was defeated, and there were only a few young boys who had not grown up. He did not need to hide his triumphant smile, although his eldest son had just died at the hands of the enemy army, and he had also lost his children.

  "Han Sui, you dog thief! If I don't kill you today, I swear I'll never be a man again!" Old Dad shouted loudly, ignoring the contempt in Han Sui's eyes, and raised his spear to charge into battle.

  "Father!" The eldest son behind him stopped him again, "Let me."

  "Chao'er, why must you take on this burden alone?" Father said in a hoarse voice, "Leave it to me, I'll bring the head of that dog thief to your mother's grave."

  "Do you have confidence?" I swung my sword and pushed away the eldest sister's mount, coming to Father's side from the encirclement of three people, "Which one of you really has the confidence to kill him?!"

  I am no longer seeking comfort with a rhetorical question, but rather sternly and solemnly interrogating.

  The old man was taken aback and couldn't answer me.

  Han Sui laughed: "200,000 troops? Haha, what a frightening formation! Not even one general who can come out of the array! It seems that my head will still be on my shoulders!"

  The two people behind him let out a cold hum at the same time.

  Of course it's Ma Wen and Pang De.

  No one can guarantee that they themselves are a match for Han Xian.

  Big sister Ma Wen, her martial arts skills are slightly inferior to mine; Pang De's age is already close to adulthood, but he still can't reach the level of his own father in his heyday; as for Ma Dai, it's not even worth mentioning, he's simply going to his death.

  The hatred of killing one's father, mother and wife is indeed irreconcilable, but to recklessly throw away one's life is not the act of a wise or filial person.

  So we chose to retreat, which is also completely understandable.

  The wildfire burns but never destroys completely; with the arrival of spring breeze, it revives again, and that's the intention.

  As long as the green mountain is there, don't worry about having no firewood to burn.

  It is also said: A gentleman avenges his enemies, even if it takes ten years.

  I also know that hiding one's light and enduring humiliation may lead to opportunities for revenge in the future.

  But now, how can I tolerate it?!

  How can I press down the raging resentment in my heart and continue to live a life of cowardice?!

  Allow me to lead the army south and slaughter thousands of people, only to return without achieving anything?!

  How can I just sit here and wait for death when faced with the enemy who killed my mother, yet am powerless to do anything about it?!

  No!

  I can't do it.

  I can't take it anymore!

  I've been waiting for four years already!

  I don't want to wait anymore!

  Even if it means I'll die immediately, I won't back down at this moment!

  I took a deep breath, and in my chest, a flame was burning wildly.

  I let out a heavy sigh, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

  I suddenly like this strong fishy smell.

  I'm not afraid of death! I just fear that my revenge will not be avenged!

  This warhorse I casually picked is so spirited. Before I gave any instructions, it has already started accelerating on its own.

  Han Sui was just tens of steps away.

  A heart full of hatred, congested in my chest cavity.

  I can barely breathe.

  Bottoms up!

  At fourteen years old, I had never yelled so loudly before.

  This is no longer a voice I'm familiar with, this is the roar of beasts in the vast wilderness.

  Like a lone wolf's belly rumbling after starving for over ten days and finally getting a full meal.

  Also like a fierce eagle's long cry when it flaps its wings after hovering for over ten days.

  More like a mother lion's angry roar as she rises up to rescue her child.

  There is death but no life, there is me but no him!

  All the blood in his body seemed to surge upwards, and the suffocating feeling of blockage in his chest suddenly rushed straight up to his forehead.

  My head suddenly became very heavy, and my entire skull felt like it was swelling, constantly swelling.

  I clearly felt the veins on my scalp and the fabric in the helmet rubbing against each other.

  A dark vein bulged out, as if it might burst at any moment.

  But I couldn't control myself anymore.

  I am no longer myself.

  I heard myself shouting loudly, with a long gun sweeping across my hands.

  One man and one horse, like a mad tiger, rushed towards Han Sui.

  In both eyes, apart from Han Shui, I couldn't see anyone else beside me.

  The old man who was originally blocking the way in front of me seemed to have been startled by me and hastily dodged to one side.

  "Han Sui! Accept death!" These were the last four words I heard.

  Then I immediately lost my hearing.

  The sound of the wind, the neighing of horses, the clanging of swords and guns, the trampling of grass by horse hooves, I can hear none of them.

  There may also be their anxious and astonished shouts, old dad and them.

  But I couldn't hear it anymore.

  Fortunately, I still have vision.

  I can still see Han's face, which I have been thinking about day and night, and I wish I could step on it every moment.

  Fortunately, I still have a sense of touch.

  I can still feel the wind blowing into my collar, and my body is slightly swaying up and down with the horse's back.

  Fortunately, I still have a last bit of strength.

  I still have the chance to kill him.

  Opportunities are within reach and just around the corner.

  How can I let you go so easily!

  The horse galloped faster and faster, Han's chest seemed to be already on the tip of my gun, I could clearly hear my heart beating rapidly, the long spear in my hand seemed to be jumping out of my palm, I felt that the breath from my nostrils had already heated up the thin upper lip, and it was a dry and painful patch.

  At this time, Han Jie in my eyes has lost his vitality.

  That was a living target.

  Then both arms involuntarily stretched out, and I completely lost control of my body.

  Everything is feeling.

  I am an onlooker.

  But it's deeply felt.

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  Long spear, piercing through.

  Han Sui's long knife, which had been held aloft in a virtual stance, suddenly sprang into action the moment I stabbed out. The long knife scraped against the gun handle and slashed straight at my double hands, its blade shining like snow, dazzling my eyes to the point of whiteness. My two still-immature hands were already enveloped in the shadow of the knife.

  Charge! Fire!

  Withdrew his left hand, and retrieved his right hand, causing Han's long knife to sweep through empty air. All the strength in my body converged on my right palm at this moment, and the nearly one-zhang-long spear still pointed straight at Han's chest.

  Han Sui's face changed greatly, his long knife had no strength to counterattack. I could already feel the anger in his eyes, but who can bear my anger?!

  Long spear... Pierce through!

  This was a straight thrust, and after it came out, the strength of both arms seemed to be drained in an instant.

  Then I saw this gun stir up a fierce gust of wind between heaven and earth, the air where the gun tip passed was torn apart.

  This shot, carrying with it four years of deep-seated hatred and boundless rage towards Han Sui, went straight forward without hesitation!

  I heard the most wonderful sound in this world.

  A soft voice, one sound, two sounds, three sounds.