In the mountains and forests.

Mr. Wu untied and looked at the seriously injured boy. After a moment of silence, he took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, rolled it up and handed it to the boy: "Bite."

A little emotion appeared in the boy's eyes, which was thankful.

"No."

The young man knew what Mr. Wu meant, and this adult wanted to treat his injuries.

He was covered in wounds and blood flowed, but when he picked up his mother's body, he didn't want his blood to stain his mother's face, so he wrapped his clothes tightly.

As a result, all his clothes are stuck to the wound. Not to mention whether it will hurt when dealing with the wound, even if he lifts his clothes off the wound, most people will be unable to bear the pain.

However, he said no, not that he didn't need to bite the handkerchief, but that he didn't want to cure it.

He had been watching his mother's body before, and his anger, which was not much, gradually disappeared with this gaze.

"Do you know who the one who killed your mother?"

Mr. Wu asked.

The boy replied, "I don't know, but he has been killed by you, Lord."

Mr. Wu shook his head: "The one I killed is just one of your enemies."

He looked at the head not far from the boy. It was already dawn, and it could be seen that the person's eyes were slightly different.

It is not the black eyes of the Central Plains people, but a little blue.

Han Feibao also noticed that Yuan Zhen’s explanation was that there were many tribes on the grassland with blue eyes, so Han Feibao didn’t have much doubt.

Mr. Wu turned the head over and could still see the tattoo on his broken neck.

"This is the symbol of Guiyueren. It is thorned on the neck and is usually covered by hair, so it should not have been noticed before."

Mr. Wu squatted in front of the boy: "He killed your mother, I killed him, but in our Central Plains, there are countless people like you who have lost their mother, father, brothers and sisters, relatives and friends, and the murderers are all black warriors."

He raised his hand and placed it on the boy's shoulder: "If you are willing to live, I will treat you, and I will also teach you martial arts, military tactics, how to fight and how to kill the enemy."

Mr. Wu pointed to the north with his other hand: "If a man of my age does not have the opportunity to take our men from the Central Plains into the territory of the Black Warriors to take revenge, then I hope that a man of your age will one day in the future, we will plant the battle flag of our Central Plains people on the land of the Black Warriors."

"I hope you will carry the horizontal sword from our Central Plains, and the blood of the black warriors dripped on it. Those who you killed will also hate you."

Mr. Wu slowed down for a while and continued, "Just like you hated your enemy so much before."

The boy looked up at Mr. Wu, and there was already a subtle light in his eyes.

"King Ning once said that because we Central Plains people are too kind, too hospitable, and too polite, righteousness and morality, from ancient times to the present, outsiders have bullied us."

"King Ning said that in the future, all he has to do is one day when our men walk anywhere and see the armor on men, they will be afraid of it."

"The benevolence, righteousness and morality of the people in the Central Plains have been too long, they have been obedient for too long, and they have been repaid with kindness for too long... At the age when you grow up, it is time for those who have bullied us to be bullied by us."

Mr. Wu asked: "What's your name?"

The boy replied: "My name is Tie Shuhua."

A boy has the word "Hua" in his name, which sounds a bit delicate at first glance.

But when the iron tree blooms, it must be something that can be seen by perseverance.

"Tie Shuhua, my name is Wu Miyu, and the man under King Ning, is also the governor of Qingzhou."

Mr. Wu looked into the boy's eyes: "If you want, you are my disciple now."

After a while, Tie Shuhua struggled and knelt down there and kowtowed to Mr. Wu.

Mr. Wu did not stop him, but accepted it calmly.

After Tie Shuhua kowtowed, Mr. Wu handed the rolled handkerchief to the boy again: "Hold on, you are a man."

Tie Shuhua nodded and bit her handkerchief in her mouth.

The moment Mr. Wu uncovered his clothes, the boy's face turned out to be obviously twisted, but there was a bright light in his eyes.

His body was twitching involuntarily in pain, but he didn't make any sound.

Mr. Wu helped him clean all the wounds and then applied medicine to bandage them.

After finishing his work, Mr. Wu stood up and greeted, "Come on, get a set of clothes for him."

A soldier from the camp handed over his spare combat uniform to the boy.

Seeing that the boy stretched out his hands to catch the battle robe, Mr. Wu's hand reached out to block the boy's hand.

"I'll ask you a few questions before you decide on this battle uniform on the ship."

Mr. Wu asked: "When you encounter danger, are you willing to block the danger for your comrades? When the people encounter danger, are you willing to block the danger for the people? When you need to sweat, blood or even die in battle to protect your home, are you willing to die?"

The scene of the boy's previous rescue appeared in his mind.

In order to protect his and his mother's bodies, those scouts of Ning Jun were willing to use their bodies to block the feather arrows.

At this moment, the blood in the young man's heart was boiling.

"I do!"

He roared loudly, shocking his own wounds to hurt.

But it was precisely because of this pain that he woke up and made him know the significance of taking over this battle robe.

"Remember, King Ning's soldiers live for glory and fight for glory."

Mr. Wu said word by word: "Now I will tell you what is the glory of the Ning army's warriors...the people behind us, the land under our feet, and the unity of our Central Plains people."

"I remember!"

The boy nodded heavily.

From this day on, Tie Shuhua, a teenager, became the most special person in Mr. Wu's camp.

He has no foundation in martial arts, he is not able to read, and he even looks a little thin.

But he was unwavering.

"Prepare to fight."

Mr. Wu stood up and shouted loudly to his soldiers.

It was dawn, and since the Yongzhou army had been exposed, it was impossible for them to waste their time.

So soon, the Yongzhou army's attack on Longtou Pass will begin. It is not their goal to advance, but their way to escape.

So although this battle has not started yet, everyone knows how tragic it will be.

"Sir, are we going to go back to the Longtou Pass?"

The young general Suo Ou asked Mr. Wu.

Mr. Wu said: "If you don't go back, the brothers in Longtou Pass have the ability to stick to it. If we stay outside, we will kill the enemy much more than those in the city."

Su Ou then stood up and saluted: "Judge Governor! Su Ou, the general of the camp, asked for battle with the 800 cavalrymen of the camp!"

Mr. Wu nodded: "At the most critical moment, I will let you rush forward."

At the same time, Han Feibao's team was already heading towards Longtou Pass.

Han Feibao, who hadn't slept all night, was surprisingly energetic, and he didn't know what was wrong with him.

After escaping from the northwest for thousands of miles, he felt very tired most of the time.

Even when marching, he always lets someone carry him away. When there is a carriage, he will ride a carriage. If it really doesn't work, he will ride a horse.

But this feeling of fatigue is always lingering.

He didn't sleep all night, thinking that he would be even more tired, but he didn't expect that he felt a little excited at this moment.

He rode on the war horse, the war horse that he had been with him for several years, had a very domineering name called Hurricane.

The northwest wind makes people feel like they will spit involuntarily, and they will feel dirt in their mouths.

Yuan Zhen was following Han Feibao, and he looked a little gloomy and didn't speak along the way.

"Mr. Yuan."

Han Feibao turned his head and looked at Yuan Zhen. Yuan Zhen seemed to have taken back his god from a trance, and quickly responded: "Lord, what's the matter?"

Han Feibao asked, "Have you been to Bohai Country?"

Yuan Zhen shook his head: "I haven't been there, but I have heard of it."

Han Feibao said: "I have always had a question that I can't understand. I ask the people around me, but they can't understand either, so I want to ask a sir."

Yuanzhen asked: "What is the doubt of the lord?"

Han Feibao said: "I heard that the Bohai people are bullied by you black warriors like pigs and dogs. Every few years, you black warriors will force the Bohai people to hand over a large number of young men and a large number of beautiful young women. These people, women will become slaves and men will be killed."

"With this kind of hatred, why are the people of Bohai not thinking about how to take revenge, but are extremely surrendering to you black warriors and dare not resist at all?"

Yuan Zhen was silent for a moment and said, "Give me an example to your lord."

Han Feibao said: "Sir, please tell me."

Yuan Zhen sorted out his words and said, "The lord has a neighbor. There is a teenage child at home. He was a little naughty at the beginning. You beat him hard. The first time he was beaten, he would be a little scared, but he would also think about how to take revenge."

"But from this day on, lord, you beat him every day for no reason, and the bigger you get, the more ruthless you become. You tore off his ear the next day and cut off one of his fingers the third day."

"Want every day, the lightness or heavyness of the fight is not important. What is important is that you fight every day. After half a month of fighting, you start giving him orders. If he is disobedient, you continue to fight."

Han Feibao was silent for a moment and nodded: "I understand."

He looked at Yuan Zhen: "Then aren't you black warriors afraid? If one day you black warriors get old and have no strength, will you be the first to bite you?"

Yuan Zhen said: "Lord, that child may not always be that child. Moreover, the power of the Black Martial Empire is difficult to become an old man without strength."

Han Feibao muttered to himself: "That child may not always be that child..."
Chapter completed!