Seven Hundred and Seventy-Two, the Mask and the New Life

The falling city wall is like a collapsed sky, and the rising sun above the sky is like a raging flame.

There were no living defenders left on the wall of the rampart. Hassan, Pu Lanqi and others stood on the wall fighting for a long time, and then quietly waited for the owner of the grassland to enter the city and land on the rampart.

Before entering the city, Yan Liuyuan rode through the refugee market town outside the barrier. On both sides of the road, the refugees hid in their shacks.

The barrier was broken, but what is surprising is that the falling city wall did not affect the market town at all. After a war, none of the refugees died.

Yan Liuyuan saw a child hiding in the hut, his father guarded him tightly behind him, but the child couldn't help but peeked at Yan Liuyuan secretly.

Yan Liuyuan smiled, and asked Qiqige beside him for beef jerky to throw to the child, but he didn't say much and continued on his way.

The child who took the jerky looked at Yan Liuyuan curiously, and he suddenly felt that the other person seemed to be the most beautiful person he had ever seen since he was born.

His eyes were like stars, his brows were like swords, when he looked at the other person, it was like looking at a perfect god.

But what the child didn't know was that when Yan Liuyuan looked at him, it seemed as if he saw himself many years ago. At that time, there was someone like his father who always protected him behind him.

When passing by a brick yard, Yan Liuyuan saw many schoolchildren hiding in it, and he asked, "Is this the school in the market town?"

A young man tremblingly said: "Please let these children go. Their oldest is 14 years old and the youngest is only 8 years old. Even if the 176 barrier offends you, these children are innocent."

The school teacher was very frightened. The iron rider entering the market town could not see the end at a glance. The majestic horse needed him to look up to see the young man on the horse.

But no matter how frightened he was, he never took a step back.

The strong horse snorted, and the white air from its nostrils was like an arrow, with an astonishing momentum.

The young school teacher backed away in fright, but he still firmly guarded the students behind him.

Yan Liuyuan looked at the young man, and then said with a smile to the children: "You have a good teacher, remember to study hard, someone told me that books are the best way to understand the world, and I want to learn more about this after leaving school. The world will pay the price in blood, this is your last shelter."

I don't know what came to mind, Yan Liuyuan was a little lost in thought when he said this.

The young school teacher was at a loss for what to do. The boy on the horse opposite him should be very cruel, but it didn't seem to be the case.

"He Guyan, give them some dried meat," Yan Liuyuan continued to ride forward after finishing speaking, without looking back at the children.

He Guyan looked at the group of children in surprise, but in the end he let the clansman carry a bag of dried meat and said fiercely on the ground: "My master rewarded you."

At this time Hassan had already run down the tower, knelt in the city to respectfully welcome the new king.

"Get up," Yan Liuyuan said.

Qiqige beside him suddenly noticed that when Yan Liuyuan entered the barrier, his expression gradually became colder, and he was completely different from when he was in the market town.

Da, da, da, da.

The sound of horseshoes resounded on the long street of Fort No. 176, and the entire fort was silent because of Yan Liuyuan's arrival.

The rough men and costumes on the grassland, and the majestic cavalry are in sharp contrast with the civilization of the Central Plains.

On one side are neat masonry buildings, on the other side are animal skins and bloody long knives. Yan Liuyuan sat on the horse calmly, looking around the scene. He never thought that he would set foot on the barrier again in this capacity. , Set foot on the place you hate the most.

And now, it was the first time that the prairie people had entered the barrier in more than two hundred years after the catastrophe.

The soldiers around watched the city ready to move, while the residents in the city were all cowering at home, not daring to breathe.

Hassan whispered beside Yan Liuyuan: "Master, shall we start?"

Yan Liuyuan glanced at him: "What to start?"

"Massacre!" Hassan said, "The tribal leaders behind are very excited. They want to massacre the city to show your glory. This is everyone's wish."

"Tucheng?" Yan Liuyuan was stunned for a moment, and he looked at the tribal leaders behind him. Sure enough, they couldn't wait any longer, especially the two leaders of the Pulan tribe and the Hegu tribe. Too many clansmen died in the battle, and it was time to use the blood of the barrier people to pay homage to their clansmen.

And they all asked Hassan, the master said that the blood of the 176th barrier would be sacrificed.

Although everyone suffered heavy losses in the storm, and although there will be a lot of material loss in marching and fighting, as long as a massacre of the city is over, they will have a lot of wealth.

But at this time, Hassan found that his master was silent.

Once the massacre begins, there will be cries and cries in the ears, black smoke will rise from the huge barriers, and countless people will die.

Yan Liuyuan looked at the supposedly prosperous fortress and the dilapidated fortress wall behind him. If Sister Xiaoyu was here, she would definitely not want to see the massacre of the city here.

He suddenly said: "Decree that the city must not be massacred, first find out all the managers in this barrier, and tell the residents that as long as they report these officials, they can live. It would be even better to talk about their crimes." , But before I get my order, I will kill anyone who kills indiscriminately."

Hassan was a little embarrassed: "If you kill your own people because of the death of the barrier man, I'm afraid..."

Yan Liuyuan said calmly: "It seems that they still don't understand who is the master of the grassland."

"Understood." Hassan took the order. Of course, he obeyed Yan Liuyuan's order unconditionally. If someone disobeyed, then he should pull this person out and drag him to death with a horse.

The soldiers behind moved very quickly. In just a few minutes, they asked the residences of several officials, and then dragged those barrier officials out of their homes.

Yan Liuyuan sat on the horse calmly from the beginning to the end, Qi Qige followed on the horse, and the team headed towards the central bank of the fortress. An official of the fortress said that it was the official residence of the Shen family.

When he was about to arrive at the official residence, Hassan saw that the manor was heavily guarded, so he immediately rushed over with the Qujin clan members with heavy machine guns on their shoulders.

Yan Liuyuan waited in the horse, and within half an hour, Hassan opened the gate of the mansion for him.

Blood flowed in the mansion, and all the living people were kneeling on the ground. Yan Liuyuan steered his horse forward, looked at everyone in the mansion and said, "I heard that the person in charge of this barrier is called Shen Yin. Which one of you is, stand up!" Get up and talk. He Guyan, take people to raid the granaries and arsenals, and we will take everything we can."

After finishing speaking, Yan Liuyuan got off his horse and walked towards the villa in the manor. It was not until he was sitting on the leather sofa in the living room of the villa that he looked at the middle-aged man under Hassan's pressure: "Are you Shen Yin?"

Shen Yin looked at Yan Liuyuan coldly: "The barbarians on the prairie dare to come to the Central Plains to cause chaos, so aren't you afraid of revenge from the entire Central Plains?"

Yan Liuyuan smiled: "Tinder? Kong? Wang? Who do you think will avenge your Shen family?"

As soon as these words came out, Shen Yin immediately realized that the young man in front of him should know the Central Plains very well, and the other party had come prepared to break through barrier 176 this time.

"I'm curious," Yan Liuyuan asked as he tapped the armrest of the leather sofa with his slender fingers, "Fortress No. 176 was as famous as Fortress 178 a few years ago, why is it so depraved now?"

Shen Yin stared at Yan Liuyuan, but didn't know how to answer this question.

At this time, a large group of officials of the barrier were brought to the mansion by Pu Lanqi, holding a thick stack of papers in their hands.

The officials were kneeled down in a row, and Lanqi handed the paper to Yan Liuyuan: "Master, these are all incriminating evidence written by the residents of the fortress."

"It seems that you are really unpopular." Yan Liuyuan took the paper and said, "Why don't we play a game, you report and expose each other, let me see if you have done any meritorious service."

As soon as the words fell, a middle-aged man knelt on the ground and stepped forward step by step with his knees: "I report that the Shen family has been domineering in the city for decades, and they have oppressed the people to the point of suffering. , this Shen Yin is even more sinful, even robbing his subordinates' wives!"

"Continue," Yan Liuyuan said with great interest, with his arms resting on the sofa and his chin resting on his palms.

"Also, Shen Yin is really not a thing. He killed innocent people indiscriminately earlier, and he likes to slowly torture the prairie people when he is captured!"

Someone started it, and others' accusations were like a faucet that was turned on and couldn't be stopped.

There was a commotion in the villa, someone shouted loudly: "This Shen Yin still likes men!"

"He also picked women and children from the refugee market town outside the year before last!"

Yan Liuyuan seemed a little impatient listening to the chaotic voice: "Okay."

The villa immediately fell silent again.

Yan Liuyuan looked at Shen Yin: "Look, this is you walled-off people, living a pampered life, but losing their backbone and happiness."

But Shen Yin knelt on the ground and said with a sneer: "The refugees are just a bunch of pigs. They have no dignity and happiness."

"No, they are happier than you," Yan Liuyuan shook his head.

Shen Yin laughed loudly: "Those refugees can only run around for a living. Some sell their daughters to others, and some can only steal chickens and dogs. Even if these people die in the mine, no one cares about them. Their families never mention revenge when they go. Just ask how much the compensation is. Some people send their children to school, only to find that what they have learned is useless after a few years. Those who should go to dig sand should go to dig sand, and those who should go to mines should go to mines, day by day Live a day without tomorrow, living like an animal. Let me ask you, what happiness is there for such a person.”

Yan Liuyuan looked at the morning light outside the gate of the villa. In his impression, the market town was not like this, and neither were the refugees.

At that time, when his elder brother came back from hunting, the family was already very poor, but the other party would often go to Wang Fugui's store to buy him two hard candies, the sweet and greasy kind.

My brother will hide one first, and then give him only one, saying that he will save some food.

But Yan Liuyuan couldn't help it, and every time he ate it all at once, and then looked at Ren Xiaosu eagerly, only then did Ren Xiaosu take out another one from his pocket, so that he could get two surprise.

Every Chinese New Year, my brother would go to Wang Fugui to buy new clothes for him. Although they were poor, he had new clothes every year.

In the cold winter, the adults in the market town would go to the slaughterhouse to cut some fat meat to make dumplings. On New Year's Eve, the smell of meat would come from the simple shack, and the greedy children would all look on eagerly.

Wang Fugui would stand in the market town and distribute firecrackers to children. They were small firecrackers removed from five thousand firecrackers. Each child would give out five firecrackers for them to play with.

The children ran around the market town crazily, and occasionally knocked over other people's shacks, and then the adults in the family would rush to apologize, and while apologizing, they opened the culprit's ass.

There, there was laughter and crying.

During that time, everyone experienced poverty and suffering, but Yan Liuyuan felt that the time in that memory was all happiness.

Yan Liuyuan could even recall his brother's rare smile at that time.

But at a certain moment, Yan Liuyuan suddenly resisted to recall all this.

But he didn't intend to tell Shen Yin these things, and the other party didn't deserve to hear them.

"Pu Lanqi," Yan Liuyuan said.

Pu Lanqi knelt in front of Yan Liuyuan on one knee: "Master."

"It's not interesting, kill all these people and hang them at the door." Yan Liuyuan never looked at Shen Yin and the others: "I didn't allow you to massacre the city before, but now I allow you to copy these people. One family, one tribe steals one family, I believe it is enough to make up for your losses in the war, go, don't let them neigh like pigs."

After finishing speaking, Pu Lanqi and He Guyan stood up excitedly. They directly smashed the handle of the knife into the mouths of Shen Yin and the others, crushing their teeth, and then making them speechless.

Those officials who were once prominent in the barrier could only open their eyes wide in horror and whine from their throats.

Shen Yin, who was a bit stubborn just now, is incontinent now.

Pu Lanqi and others led their clansmen to the official mansions, doing whatever they wanted. There were gold bars, jewels, and firearms hidden there, and Hassan also emptied the general arsenal and granary.

In the evening, the looting finally came to an end.

The men on the prairie erected a huge wooden fence in front of the villa, and then hung the corpses of the officials on it one by one. From a distance, it looked like a row of terrifying wind chimes.

Regardless of whether Yan Liuyuan likes these 'wind chimes' or not, the grassland people now need to arouse their blood before they can face the more difficult wars in the future.

Yan Liuyuan must let them enjoy victories and killings again and again, and then become his most loyal believers.

At this time, liking or disliking is not very important. The owner of the grassland only needs to consider whether his followers need it or not.

If the prairie man needed it, he would turn the corpse of the enemy into his banner.

All of a sudden, Yan Liuyuan saw the newspaper on the coffee table in front of him. The newspaper's header read, Hope the media.

...

Yan Liuyuan didn't go to get the newspaper after seeing it, but still leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest. Qing's envoys had already brought everything he needed to know, so he was not particularly interested in the newspaper.

Qiqige stayed by his side all the time. At this moment, she felt the contradiction in Yan Liuyuan's heart, as if he was also struggling.

The little girl took out a comb from her sleeve, and obediently stood behind Yan Liuyuan to comb his hair. While combing his hair, she said, "Now you are the hope of Dad and the others."

"Hope?" Yan Liuyuan repeated, as if considering the meaning of these two words.

The little girl said again: "Yes, I have never seen Dad so brave. In the past, when the big tribes came to ask him to donate cattle and sheep, he only dared to offer the cattle and sheep obediently. Others in the tribe dared to be angry. Say, it’s different now, I saw him talking to the chief of the Qiudun clan that day, and he was neither humble nor overbearing.”

"That's because the power in his hands has become stronger," Yan Liuyuan said with a smile, "while the Qiudun tribe is declining. Originally, I wanted to see if they were brave and good at fighting this war, but the result made me very disappointed." Disappointed, the Qiudun family has been hiding behind, they have been beaten out of courage. How could your father have no confidence in the face of such a person. "

"No," Qiqige said softly, "Abba said that it was the gods who gave him strength. Now every morning, he will bring Aunt to kneel down to you, and he said that you can lead the grassland people to live a good life." Days, you don’t have to be afraid of anyone anymore. Now the tribe says you are the sun in the sky, and I think so, only the sun in the sky will be so beautiful when it comes to the world.”

"Okay," Yan Liuyuan smiled: "Go find your father and tell him that I am going to leave here."

By coincidence, Yan Liuyuan picked up the newspaper on the coffee table, and he glanced at the date. The newspaper seemed to be from yesterday.

He had heard of Hope Media because Wang Fugui liked to read newspapers every day.

At that time, he would ask Wang Fugui why the other party likes to read newspapers. Wang Fugui laughed and said that he was killing time, and then told Yan Liuyuan to learn from Mr. Zhang, and when he could understand a whole newspaper, he would give him a Candy to eat.

In the beginning, Yan Liuyuan had a longing for sweets and studied hard every day, but soon he started to play and be lazy again, begging his brother to take him hunting every day, because there is a bigger world outside the market town.

Now, he can already read the entire newspaper, but the person who promised to give him candy has disappeared.

Yan Liuyuan looked at the first page of the newspaper, talking about the war between Tinder and the Kong family, and Wang's movements.

At this time, the Wang family was not in a hurry to join the battlefield, but stationed troops on the border, quietly waiting for something.

According to Yan Liuyuan's speculation, this Wang family was just waiting for the opportunity to kill Kong family with one blow.

In fact, there is nothing special about the consortium, right? Everyone is like a beast in the wilderness. As long as they find an opportunity, they will go all out. Before the hunt starts, everyone usually keeps silent.

Yan Liuyuan turned to the second edition. This edition talked about the follow-up of the incident of the Holy Mountain, such as how many people entered the mountain, how many people left the mountain, and how heavy the losses were. Xing is just a trick between Anjing Temple and Tinder, and it is unknown who disclosed it to Hope Media.

Things started to get boring in the third edition. It was all about what the editor-in-chief Jiang Xu had seen and heard in the Wang family, as well as his records on artificial intelligence. There were mixed reviews.

According to the newspaper, Jiang Xu is still in the No. 61 barrier, and he will continue to observe the artificial intelligence.

By the fourth page, the newspaper began to talk about the transformation of the Qinghe Group in Los Angeles. Except for Xu Ke, all the knights had left Los Angeles and disappeared.

Yan Liuyuan just turned the pages slowly, waiting for his subjects to gather.

But the moment he turned to the fifth page, the young hero froze.

I saw that half of the fifth edition was written with only two lines.

Don't let the sorrow of the times become your sorrow.

61

...

Yan Liuyuan is too familiar with this passage, and knows who it is from. All the good memories about the refugee market town are related to the other party.

That day, he saw that the red spear pierced the opponent's abdomen, and then was swept away by the flood.

That flood was like an irreversible time, almost taking away all his beautiful visions for this world.

No more candy, no more new clothes every year.

At that time, he was the younger brother of the other party, and now he is the new king on the grassland.

At this time Qiqige rushed into the villa: "Abba and the others are back!"

But just after she finished speaking, she discovered that the boy was sitting alone on the sofa, and the twilight in the distance shrouded the boy in a black shadow, making him extremely lonely.

Yes, it is the loneliness of the king.

The loneliness wrapped in snow and thorns.

Yan Liuyuan looked up and looked outside the villa, wanting to go to barrier 61 to find Ren Xiaosu.

But when he looked up, he saw the corpse hanging from the wooden fence shaking non-stop, and the purple-black blood was dripping down to the ground.

That was the man he ordered to kill, and that was his sorrow.

Beside the corpse, Hassan and tens of thousands of cavalry had gathered there. Tens of thousands of cavalry formed a sea, and the rough cavalry lined up on the long street, and there was no end in sight.

And all of these people suddenly got off their horses and knelt on the ground on one knee. The birth of the new king of Shanhu made the barriers tremble.

Yan Liuyuan could see the expectant eyes of Hassan and others from a long distance away, devout and passionate.

At this time, Yan Liuyuan got up and silently lit the newspaper, and then still ignited a raging flame in the villa.

The luxury and decadence in the villa burned together and began to spread continuously.

Yan Liuyuan stood in the flames, looking at the flames around him, as if looking at this decadent era.

"Brother, I can't go back."

"Brother, I'm not going back."

"You said not to let the sorrow of the times become your sorrow."

"But I want my sorrow to become the sorrow of this era."

Yan Liuyuan was in the flames, took out the black face mask with fangs and put it on his face, hiding everything about his past.

He felt that even this era no longer had the need to exist.

Hassan knelt in front of his horse and acted as a stool for him. Yan Liuyuan stepped on Hassan's back and stepped on the horse's back: "Go home, triumphant!"

The warriors cheered, and someone fired at the sky with the automatic rifle they just got. The men who came out to fight finally followed the new king and returned to their hometown.

My hometown is in the north.

...  This volume is over, the next volume: The Wall of Breaking  Let’s say something, it’s not worth opening a single chapter. For the sake of plot coherence, this is still a three-in-one chapter.  I once said that the book of the first sequence may consume all my energy and energy within two years. What I want to say, what I want to express, and all my desires to confide are in this book.  Sometimes it may seem trivial, but please give me a little patience and let me finish this story. I feel that Yan Liuyuan finally became himself completely until this moment.  I may, perhaps, should love each character in this story more than everyone else, and hope to accompany them to their respective destiny.  I don’t ask much for this book, I just hope that you can tell your friends that there is a storyteller named Elbow who told a good story.