"Stupid bitches!"

Qin Yuan shouted and waved.

Yan Jiaoran seemed to have heard nothing. She picked up a copper pot on the table with an expressionless face and poured it over her head and feet.

I was soaked from head to toe.

What's this?

Qin Yuan sniffed.

This is... lamp oil? !

What are you stupid bitches going to do?

"No..." Qin Yuan had just finished speaking.

A huge fire suddenly rose up and engulfed Yan Jiaoran's figure.

"Father, Emperor, Yanran, I am here to accompany you."

Yan Jiaoran said in a hoarse voice.

"No! Stupid woman!" Qin Yuan rushed over and wanted to help her put out the fire.

However, in a flash, the fire engulfed Yan Jiaoran and burned her to ashes.

Immediately afterwards, the blazing fire engulfed Qin Yuan.

He closed his eyes subconsciously, but did not feel any heat or burning pain.

When I opened my eyes again, I had arrived at a grassland.

“Woo—woo—”

A low horn sounded.

Qin Yuan saw that the Zhelan cavalry scattered everywhere gathered together again and formed a new battle formation.

The horses trembled uneasily, and the riders on them also trembled, looking at the army in mourning in front of them in horror.

They are not an army at all!

What army doesn't wear armor but wears mourning clothes?

What army doesn't have weapons but holds a big clarinet?

But the range of the big black tube is farther than any bow and crossbow, and its power is stronger than any bow and crossbow.

With a "bang" sound, a bloody hole will be left on the person's body.

This... this is not the army...

This is a demon from hell, a demon who came to seek revenge on the Huns!

The commander of this force is a middle-aged man.

He stood on the chariot, holding a wine glass, tears streaming down his face.

He tilted his hand slightly, poured the wine on the ground, and said slowly: "Brother!"

"father!"

"sister!"

"You have waited for a long time. I will avenge you now."

After saying this, he smashed the wine glass to the ground.

"Swish——" sound.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

After round after round of salvos.

The last thousand or so Huns turned into blood mist, spreading across the grassland and blinding Qin Yuan's eyes.

His world was dyed red.

The world was spinning.

He returned to Jingzhou City.

Standing in front of the city gate tower, he looked up at the several dried corpses hanging in the air.

These are typical examples of organizing the people to resist the Huns.

It was hung on the capital of the Great Zhou, telling every citizen the consequences of resisting the Huns.

Although the body had been dried by the wind and was unrecognizable.

But Qin Yuan still recognized their identities.

"Old man..."

"Senior Brother Chen..."

"Senior Brother Wei..."

Qin Yuan muttered to himself, his heart skipping a beat.

Is this really the case?

Qin Yuan suddenly woke up, and this time he really opened his eyes.

Was I dreaming?

The soft morning light has kissed through the window paper, filling the room with bright sunshine.

It had been daylight for a long time.

I was actually dreaming...

Qin Yuan's sleep quality has always been very high and he never dreams.

This was his first dream since traveling through time.

It’s still the same nightmare!

Qin Yuan clenched his fists.

The scenes from the dream kept appearing in his mind.

"The Huns, right?"

Qin Yuan murmured.

He stood up, his mind made up, I'm going to bury you with my own hands!

It’s not even a few days since I last had a few days.

I haven’t been hugged by any girls yet.

I haven't experienced the feeling of being in harmony with others yet.

No one should try to sabotage it.

No one can.

The expression on Qin Yuan's face suddenly became cruel and ferocious, and he muttered to himself as if nothing had happened.

"Whoever doesn't let me live in peace, I will bury him in the ground and repent."

He pushed the door open and walked out, returning to his usual gentle self, as if nothing had happened.