Chapter 20 The soul is here and the soul is back

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

Huang Taiji had already sent Qingqi to the Jinzhou camp to report the news. Duduo and others received the summons and led a group of troops out of the camp to respond.

But at this time, Zhao Yu was silent.

He had already sneaked close to Huang Taiji's location, and saw six or seven Tatar generals with golden armor and golden helmets in the distance, as well as some dog-looking scribes, leading a group of cavalry to meet Huang Taiji.

Zhao Yu couldn't help laughing silently.

Under the slight firelight, Zhao Yu's face was extremely cold.

At this moment, he saw the senior Tatars and roughly guessed that they should be all the Tatar leaders in the Jinzhou camp.

Seeing them, everything from ten years ago appeared in front of Zhao Yu's eyes.

That bloody evening.

Mother's cry and father's roar, as well as screams and blood.

At this moment, everything about Hong Chengchou, the Ming army, the imperial court, and righteousness were all thrown aside by Zhao Yu without hesitation. He just wants to kill people, kill all the high-ranking Tatars. Only with their heads and blood can he pay homage to his parents' spirits in heaven and erase the resentment in his heart.

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

"Hahaha...that barbarian! That barbarian! Hahaha..."

laughing out loud.

In an instant, the shock and panic in his heart were suppressed, and he really had the bearing of a king.

Duoduo and others came up to meet Huang Taiji, and they were all at a loss when they heard Huang Taiji laughing. Then they came to Huang Taiji, all got off their horses, and called slaves to kneel down.

At this moment, there was a loud explosion: "Tatars, die!"

A ghost pounced on him from an incredible angle, holding an iron awl in one hand and a sharp knife in the other hand.

The sharp knife flashed with a flash of light, like a bright moon rising from the ground, and suddenly circled around Huang Taiji, revealing Zhao Yu's figure.

Zhao Yuxin threw away the sharp knife, stretched out his hand, and grabbed it. Five or six heads of money rat tails fell into his hand, and he turned his palm and hung it on his waist.

Then he stared at Huang Taiji with cold eyes and shouted: "Come down!"

He grabbed the head of Huang Taiji's horse and pressed it hard. With a bang, the horse's head exploded. Huang Taiji fell off the horse and was picked up by Zhao Yu's clothes on the back, as if he was carrying a little baby. It looks like a chicken and is carried in the hand.

Lightning flashes, and a white horse passes through the gap.

In just the blink of an eye, it looked like a victorious meeting, and it became what it is now.

Five or six headless corpses in golden armor and helmets were kneeling on the ground, as if apologizing. The lofty master, the emperor, was being carried in his hands like a little chicken.

Zhao Yu held Huang Taiji in one hand and a cone in the other. He raised his eyes and looked around, and he was really victorious. His eyes were like lightning, and he glanced at them, making those who responded dizzy, dizzy, and full of blood.

With a clanking sound, someone's weapon fell to the ground, and several scribes who followed the Tatar generals with golden armor and helmets and prostrated themselves looked panicked and collapsed on the ground.

Someone had feces and urine coming out from his crotch, his throat gurgled a few times, and he fell down. He was so scared that he died.

In ancient times, Zhang Yide roared at Changbanpo, frightening General Cao to death. Now there is Zhao Yu who kills the enemy with one man and one sword!

Those scribes are traitors.

I originally thought that by taking over the Central Plains with the help of the Tatars, I would be rich and prosperous. But who would have thought that one person would kill the Tatar leader in one fell swoop with just one knife?

Where is the glory and wealth?

Where is the hope?

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

Since there is no whole body in death.

Then, countless Tatar armies exploded all around.

Some were so crazy that they rushed forward desperately, or saw that the Tatar emperor was still alive and was being carried by Zhao Yu in his hands. Others wanted to save the slave chief.

Some were panic-stricken and at a loss, spinning in circles and feeling confused.

What's more, they have turned their horses' heads and fled away without knowing the direction.

...

There is a small hill beside the Nerv River, and an abandoned small village faces the river.

There is an old pine at the entrance of the village. I don't know how old it is. The pavilions are like canopies, lush and green.

There is a small canal leading from the Nvnu River and going around the village.

In a daze, I can still see the scenery of this village ten years ago. Chickens and dogs hear each other, and there is traffic on the streets. There may be three or two children laughing and walking around under the tree. There were three or five old men enjoying the shade under the trees, smiling at the children playing.

There are also men returning from fishing or carrying a bundle of firewood. There are also women holding wooden basins, washing clothes, and returning from the river.

There is also smoke from the kitchen.

There is still peace and quiet.

But now, this village is as deserted as a ghost.

The old pine is still the same old pine, but there is a thick patch of pine needles under the tree. The small canal has been completely submerged by weeds and cannot be seen anymore.

The earthen wall surrounding the village has collapsed here and there, and many weeds have grown on it. ,

Lonely, lonely, occasionally crows crow.

Zhao Yu stood in Lao Songxi'a, holding the unconscious Huang Taiji in one hand, with his head hanging in a circle around his waist. The big iron awl was gone, and only the other hand held a knife.

He stood under the tree, vaguely remembering that he and a few friends were walking around under the tree. I remember going to the river with them to fish, naked, jumping into the mud by the river, and then swimming in the river.

I also remember a few old men, wearing short coats and holding cattail fans, meditating on their sorrows and sweetness under the old pine trees.

My father would go out early and come back late every day, either fishing or hunting, giving everything he had for that small family. And my mother, the land in the family is all managed by this strong woman.

Zhao Yu was ignorant at that time, and it was not until his parents died at the hands of Tatars that he suddenly matured.

But that was all hate.

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

He remembered that 'the son wants to be raised but cannot be cared for'. Or think of the ‘thread in the hands of a loving mother’.

Or a strict father and a loving mother, or something else.

It's very complicated, and it's hard to let go.

After a long time, Zhao Yu sighed.

Huang Taiji woke up now.

He heard Zhao Yu sigh and didn't know why. Quietly raising his head and taking a closer look at the abandoned village, Huang Taiji said: "A strong man is invincible. My Qing cavalry is unparalleled. If a strong man..."

Zhao Yu threw Huang Taiji to the ground, leaving a dog to chew on his shit.

Then he moved stones everywhere.

Huang Taiji didn't dare to escape, he knew he couldn't escape. So many soldiers and horses, so many interceptions, never stopped this man's progress even for a moment.

He was alone now, without horses or soldiers, how could he escape?

He just sat there, saying one sentence after another, using power, taking advantage, and using beauty. As long as he could think of it, he was like popping beans, hoping that he could persuade the devil even a little bit to get a chance of survival.

Zhao Yu ignored him completely. What's the harm in letting him say a few more words to a dying person?

Only stones were moved, and an altar was built at the entrance of the village, under the old pine tree.

Then he kneaded earth into a furnace, used pine branches as incense, and placed a circle of human heads around his waist as three animal sacrifices.

Huang Taiji's face had turned pale. He looked at the knife placed on the stone altar and wondered why the blade was so sharp. He felt an itch on his neck.

He knew what Zhao Yu was going to do.

Zhao Yu just said nothing, walked over, picked up Huang Taiji, and threw it in front of the altar.

Huang Taiji moved his mouth, wanting to apologize, but he didn't say it. He probably already knows what kind of person Zhao Yu is.

He had read the ancient books of the Han people, and there were some people who avenged their parents, killed their enemies thousands of miles away, spent half their lives, and had no regrets until their death. Whenever he saw it in the past, he would marvel at how many heroes the Daohan people had and how prosperous the Daohan civilization was.

But now, he is only afraid.

Such people are not tempted by power, money, and beauty, but are persistent and determined. Once you make up your mind, even nine cows can't pull you back.

Finally, he couldn't help but say: "I don't remember that I have 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 fell to his knees with a roar, looked up to the sky and shouted: "My child, I have avenged you today!"

Poof!

Douda held a head in his hand, and a stream of dirty blood spurted out, dyeing the altar red.

Zhao Yu threw away the sharp knife, picked up Huang Taiji's dead leader with both hands, and placed him respectfully in the center of the altar. Then he knelt three times and kowtowed: "The soul has returned!"