The wolf howled and staggered to the side, obviously seriously injured.
"Come here! Come here!" the child shouted, squatted down, picked up two stones, and started smashing them. Sparks flew and the weeds burst into flames. The child lit the stick, held the torch, and ran around the field, dispersing the wolves that were attacking the children, shouting, "Come here! Come here!"
The young children ran towards Jing Yue'er crying. They were all injured, some were bitten by wolves, but more were wounded by arrows. After a while, there were less than twenty people left.
The wolves were afraid of fire. Seeing Jing Yue'er protecting the children in the middle, they hesitated and dared not move forward. They had been hungry for a long time. After circling around the children for a while, they turned back and ran towards the corpses in the field and devoured them voraciously.
Zhuge Huai narrowed his narrow eyes slightly, and suddenly whispered: "Useless beast." He put an arrow on it and shot at the wild wolf.
Sharp arrows flew up one after another and the wolf pack was immediately attacked. After a scream, the wolves fell to the ground one after another and no one survived.
The surviving children were overjoyed and cheered loudly despite their injuries.
However, before their voices could escape their throats, another wave of arrows came rushing in and hit their small bodies.
The nobles of the Celestial Empire had sharp eyes and ruthless methods. They aimed at the other side's children mercilessly, and their arrows were bloodthirsty and deadly.
A sharp arrow came whistling with alarming force, and pierced through a child's head with a bang, entering from the right eye, penetrating the back of the head, and stopping steadily at the tip of Jing Yue'er's nose. Warm blood splashed all over her face, her mouth opened wide, her hand still holding the burning stick, like wood that would not move again. The children's cries echoed in her ears, and everything seemed like a nightmare.
The arrow feathers gradually became sparse. Young Master Wei and Mu Yun smiled at the same time, put on their bows, aimed at the girl, and shot the arrows at her with incredible swiftness.
Zhao Che frowned, drove his horse forward, and touched the quiver, but there was only one arrow left. He snorted coldly, broke the arrow feathers with one hand, and put both arrows on the bow. With superb skills, he shot them out and immediately knocked down the arrows of Young Master Wei and Mu Yun.
Zhuge Huai laughed loudly and shouted, "Great archery skills!"
As soon as he finished speaking, all the screams stopped, the north wind swept across the white land, and the smell of blood filled the air. In the scarlet paddock, only Jing Yue'er was left. Her hair was disheveled with straw in it, her clothes were stained with blood, her face was pale, and she stood there leaning on a wooden stick, looking over here with a blank expression, as if she had been frightened silly.
Zhao Jue said: "Seventh Brother is so powerful. I have no arrows left. It seems that Seventh Brother has won a great victory today."
Young Master Wei raised his eyebrows, looked at himself, then at Mu Yun, and finally turned to look at Zhuge Huai.
Zhuge Huai had a handsome face and said with a smile: "I have run out of arrows a long time ago."
"Isn't there still Prince Yan? The time has not come yet, and it is still unknown who will win." Mu Yun suddenly said.
Everyone's eyes turned to Yan Xun.
Zhao Che looked at Yan Xun coldly and said indifferently, "Prince Yan always surprises people unexpectedly."
Just half of the incense stick of time had passed, and everyone's arrows had run out of arrows, except for Yan Xun's quiver, which still had a snow-white feather arrow stuck in it.
Yan Xun sat upright on his horse. Although he was only thirteen years old, he had a straight back, sword-like eyebrows, star-like eyes, a high nose bridge, and sharp eyes. He was wearing a gorgeous suit that fit him well, making him look even more outstanding, handsome and stern. His expression was calm as he slowly rode his horse forward, drew his bow and arrow, and aimed at the child in the middle of the paddock.
The howling wind blew, blowing up the child's tattered clothes and messy hair. She was still very young, only about six or seven years old, malnourished, pale and thin, like a newborn wolf cub that had not yet grown hair. Her arms, neck, and calves were all covered with scars, and the wound on her shoulder was almost close to her heart. She stood in the middle of a devastated battlefield, with broken limbs and bloody bodies scattered all over the ground. The stench of blood was wafting everywhere. The cruel force was like a desperate horror, tearing at the child's fragile eyeballs.
A sharp arrow flashing with a bloodthirsty cold light slowly aimed at the child's throat. The young man sat upright on the horse, his eyes sharp, his brows furrowed, veins bulging on his arms, and he slowly pulled the bow to its full length.
She had nowhere to hide, chaotic thoughts roared through her mind, and all the confusion and doubts collapsed in the face of the sudden massacre. She slowly raised her head, her eyes grim with hatred and disgust, and looked coldly at the young man facing her, without any fear at all.
That day was the fourth day of the first lunar month of the 770th year of the Bai Cang calendar, and the people of Zhenhuang City had just celebrated their New Year. She and he met for the first time in the royal hunting ground outside Zhenhuang City.
Time penetrates the track of history, breaks through the gates of time and space, and places two souls that should not have touched each other on the same platform.
Yan Xun frowned slightly, and moved his fingers slightly, releasing the sharp arrow.
The long arrow whizzed away, bringing with it the cold wind in the air, making a whistling sound. Everyone's eyes were focused on it, looking at the child standing there.
With a swish, a line of blood suddenly stretched out, and the sharp arrow brushed past the child's neck, leaving a bloody mark. The child swayed slightly and staggered two steps, but still stood where he was.
"Haha! Congratulations, Seventh Brother!" Zhao Jue laughed loudly.
Zhao Che looked at Yan Xun with contempt and sneered, "Prince Yan has been immersed in singing, dancing and poetry all day long. I'm afraid he has forgotten how the ancestors of the Zhao family used arrows, right?"
Yan Xun put down his longbow, turned around, and said calmly: "How the ancestors of the Zhao family held arrows is for the descendants of the Zhao family to remember. Yan Xun dare not interfere."
Zhuge Huai smiled and said, "In this case, today's prize belongs to His Highness the Seventh Prince. I have already prepared a banquet in my house. Let's go and have a drink together."
Everyone agreed and mounted their horses together, as if everything that had just happened was just an ordinary game.
A strong wind whistled past, blowing up everyone's fur cloaks, and filling the empty snowy plain with a bloody gust of wind. From afar, Yan Xun turned around and saw the blood-stained child still standing in the wilderness, looking over here with deep eyes, and not moving for a long time. The sky gradually darkened, and the north wind blew with a howling sound, so cold and sharp that it pierced into the bone marrow. The strong wind blew up the fluttering white snow, which whimpered all over the sky like a mad monster.
The servants of the Zhuge family were cleaning the paddock. They shoveled up the corpses of the young animals and threw them onto the carriage. A small pit had been dug not far away, with wormwood burning with crackling sounds and emitting thick black smoke. It was used to bury the children, along with the bloodthirsty beasts. These insignificant lives are like balls. Their wealthy owners get tired of playing with them after just one play, so they throw them all away.
Jing Yue'er was wearing a torn sack, with her head lowered quietly, sitting quietly against the cage. She was seriously injured, and even for an adult, it would be difficult for her to endure it silently.
The servants of the Zhuge family thought that she might be dying, but after checking on her many times, they still saw her chest rising and falling slightly. They knew that it was breathing, and that there was a strange power that was supporting this dying child to continue living. So, instead of throwing her into a mass grave, they put her in a cage when they left.
The cage that had seemed so crowded before now seemed somewhat empty, all the children were dead except for one. While the servants were marveling at the child's good luck, they couldn't help but quietly lean over and look at her carefully.
Even though they couldn't put it into words, they were still keenly aware that this child was different from the last time he came.
The Zhuge family's land was very large. Entering through the back door, Zhu Shun handed Jing Yue'er over to two servants. After giving them a few instructions, he looked at Jing Yue'er coldly and turned away.
With a click, the lock of a door was opened and Jing Yue'er was pushed in. Before she could get up, the door was locked tightly.
It was pitch black all around. There were large bundles of firewood piled in the corner, and the rustling sound of mice crawling around could be heard. The child did not scream in panic. She sat in the middle of the room, took off the broken sack on her shoulders, bit it with her teeth, and then tore off pieces of cloth. She bandaged the wounds on her body carefully with surprisingly skillful techniques.
Such a long time is enough for a qualified agent to stabilize and face any situation with careful thinking and calm emotions. Even if the situation you have to face is so incredible.
Indeed, Jing Yue'er at this time was Major Chu Qiao, the deputy commander of the 11th Department who died for his country. Fate is often so unpredictable. Death is not necessarily hidden beneath an abyss. Rather, it may be the beginning of another life.
Chu Qiao raised her hand, and looked at the small palm in the light from outside, a trace of sadness slowly arose in her heart. But she didn't know whether she was sad for herself or for this poor child.
"There's no one here anymore. I can allow myself to be sad and scared, but I have to keep the time as short as possible."
The child spoke slowly and softly, tears slowly flowing down her thin and dirty little face. She hugged her knees, slowly lowered her head, and buried her face between her arms. She was silent, but her back gradually began to tremble.
This was Chu Qiao’s first night in the Great Xia Dynasty. In the cold and drafty woodshed of Zhuge Mansion, she shed tears for the first time out of weakness and fear. She gave herself an hour to curse her fate, reminisce about the past, worry about the future and adapt to her new life. After an hour, she was no longer Chu Qiao, the super commander of the Eleventh Department, but a penniless, young and helpless little slave girl, struggling to survive in this inhumane, bloodthirsty and disorderly iron-blooded dynasty.