Novoland: Eagle Flag: One

The young people drew eagles on the black robe with blood red gunpowder. On that rainy night, they started to write the history of SkyDrive again...——Jiangnan

In the west of the land stands a huge mountain shadow like a black giant in the silent night. The vast wasteland has been raining.

Horses stuck in the wet mud. The team, who did not know where they came from, trudged hard. Against the icy wind, they retreated towards the distant horizon, stepped on a steep slope, and a larger piece of wasteland spread out in front of them. Boundless seems to never come to an end.

The rainwater slid down the spear and into the gap where the hand got into the gauntlet. The armor he was proud of had now become a heavy bound wrought iron armor, and inside the water helmet was pressing down on his drenched long hair. The sky is full of water, but the water bladder has dried up. The warriors poured the rainwater accumulated in the scabbard into their mouths, and the water was full of the astringent taste of rust. Not only the sword armor, but also the sound of the wet armor scraping against each other without oiling for a long time makes the teeth feel cold.

As always, that burly figure braved the cold wind and walked at the forefront of the team, as if he wanted to use his body to shield the warriors behind him from the wind and rain. With a heavy sword on his shoulder and a pitch-black battle flag in his hand, a splash of brown blood cut the flying eagle on the battle flag into two pieces. This flag, which once meant glory and pride, is now in dilapidated condition, pointing at the sky at a strong angle, as if exhausting its last strength to prop up its former glory. bsp; A white horse covered in mud ran out of the team and immediately The young warrior wiped off the rain on his face and walked side by side with the collar: "Shall we... go to Wanzhou?"

"Will the Chamber of Commerce take us in?"

"So where do we go?"

"Go south and keep going south."

"The south is Wanzhou, Wanzhou won't take us in..."

"We can't go back north, they will kill us." The leader turned his head and looked at the young man with his only remaining eye, "So we can only go south."

The young man stared blankly at the collar's face. It was a face as hard as a stone, and every line seemed to be cut with a knife and axe. Now these lines are full of blood stains, and a thrilling knife mark cut off the bridge of his nose obliquely. But the young people clearly knew that they had already used up their last dose of wound medicine.

"Don't be afraid, although no one will take us in anymore, we are not dead yet." Unexpectedly, the young man smiled slightly on his stone-carved face.

On such a rainy night, Collar's smile dispelled the fear of young people with the same warmth as sunshine. When he laughed, the wound on the bridge of his nose split slightly, but he didn't seem to feel any pain at all. He patted the young man on the shoulder: "Yi Tianzhan, I guarantee you will survive!"

"Someone of us must survive..." Turning to the leader, he said in a low voice, and the smile slowly faded away.

"What did you say?" The young man didn't hear clearly.

"It's raining a lot."

After a short conversation, everything fell silent again. The team trudged silently towards the south and disappeared in the boundless cold rain. It was a fine day to get rid of pursuers, and nights like this restricted the movement of even the best scouts.

The iron gun wound on the lower abdomen began to ooze blood again. The young man tore off a rain-soaked sash and tightly strangled the lower edge of the wound. Thanks to the good weather he might be able to make it to the next resupply town, though none of them knew how far away the next resupply town would be. Maybe it's a night's journey, maybe it's two days, maybe this town will never come.

A black war horse gallops slowly from the rain in front of it, and there is a black figure on the horse's back. That was the scout sent out in the evening, and he had already returned from scouting ahead.

"Qi Yue is that you?" The leader grabbed the horse and held down the long knife at his waist.

No answer.

The dark horse trotted a few steps and stopped in front of the team. On a quiet rainy night, a black horse stood quietly in the rain. An ominous premonition floated in the young man's heart. He saw the leader's other hand slowly reaching behind his back and holding down the hilt of the giant sword. A vein burst out on the back of his hand. A lonely black horse confronted with hundreds of people in a dead silence. The occasional sound of dripping water is the raindrops dripping from the tip of the bow and hitting the iron boots.

"Qi Yue?"

A warrior in black armor sits on a black horse. He sat upright on the horseback, concealed in the darkness, and did not answer.

The leader took out a heavy black-gold giant sword from the sword pouch on his back. The young man struck a scythe and lit the torch hidden under the oilcloth. The two riders rushed towards the black horse in front of them like a gust of wind, and the young man's silver spear knocked down the rainwater and stabbed at the opposing warrior like thunder. Before the opponent could move, the spear point had already pierced his shoulder. The young man suddenly hung his wrist and did not stab further. At this moment, he had already clearly seen a star of iron blue light on the opponent's finger, which was their emblem.

The silent samurai was indeed a scout sent out in the evening and he is now a dead man. No living person would react like that to a spear stab. Not only did he remain motionless, but all the muscles in his body were already dead. Qi Yue strangely raised his head and looked straight ahead into the boundless darkness with his empty eyes.

But why can he still sit on the horse and drive the horse to run back by itself?

The leader raised the torch and the young man stretched out his hand to push Qi Yue. He found that he couldn't move Qi Yue's body, and the corpse was sitting tightly on the saddle! The leader slashed the saddle belt with his long knife. Qi Yue's body fell heavily in the mud together with the saddle. The young man finally saw clearly that an iron bar as thick as his wrist stood up on the saddle and pierced Qi Yue's body from below until it penetrated into the skull. This was the only way to support this man who never fell or bowed his head.

The hands with rough collar slowly wiped his face to shake off the rainwater all over his hands. The samurai in the back had already brought their horses to surround them. Everyone beat the saddle with their weapons and no one spoke. The monotonous knocking sound gradually became more noisy. It was not the sound of rain, but the faint sound of horseshoes and horns in the distance. The dots of flames lit up on the horizon formed a line of fire around them and slowly gathered. Those faint voices gradually became clear, and the loud sound of the Kui Niu drum shook the entire wasteland. I don't know how many people were roaring around them, and the ground trembled slightly with their horseshoes trampling.

Their enemies have begun to charge. When the retreating team trekked in the rainy night, they did not expect that they had stepped into the huge encirclement of the enemy. The enemy has an overwhelming advantage, they don't need to advance in an array, they can pounce on them and cut off their heads.

But this dying army surprised no one. In fact, when they saw Qi Yue's body returning with the horse, everyone predicted this ending. But they are not afraid of death, they have already prepared for death. They just want to mourn their comrades first.

"They are all beasts!" The leader quietly looked at Qi Yue's corpse, watching the rusty iron bar run through his whole body.

"They are all beasts!" The young man's handsome face convulsed with a trace of viciousness.

"Are you going to kill us to monopolize the power of this world forever?" The leader whispered.

"Then send them to **** to monopolize power!" The leader suddenly raised his huge sword and roared. The horse under his crotch stood up like a dragon, and its long fiery red mane flew in the night.

"Drink! Drink! Drink!" This silent army suddenly burst into a shout like a huge thunder. There is a spirit that ignites the will of each of them, and they raise their weapons and point to the sky. The roar of hundreds of people suppresses the sound of the enemy army in the entire wasteland.

"As long as the last Sky Drive is alive, someone will suppress their ambitions!" The leader looked up to the sky and roared "Iron Armor..."

"It's still here!" Everyone roared along with him.

"Iron Armor!!"

"Still there!!"

"Iron Armor!!!"

"Still there!!!"

Three times more than once, Shen Xiong's roar shocked the whole wasteland, as if a giant dragon roared up from the night rain. The clouds in the sky trembled to collapse. The charging enemy army was in awe of the mighty roar, and the generals waved their long swords to calm down the army. They had already expected that it would not be easy to wipe out this remnant army of hundreds of people, but no one thought that in their lives, When they roared for the last time, these warriors were still as fearless as they were in their prime.

"Go back north!" shouted the leader.

Hundreds of torches are lit together. The stream of fire pointed by the eagle flag galloped across the wasteland and made its final charge towards the north.

The old man shrank his hand sharply, but his fingers were already burning. The iron-blue iron finger sleeve had been roasted hot on the campfire, and the flying eagle logo on it was shining brightly in the firelight.

The old man sighed in a low voice, threw the fingertips on the corner of his robe, held them in his hands, and silently felt the temperature on them. Recently, I always get distracted when I think about the old things. Although I don’t want to admit it, I know in my heart that I am really old. The lifespan of Yuren can be twenty years longer than that of a human being, but no life can escape the catastrophe of death. Even the legendary dragon will swim alone to the mysterious dragon mound deep in the sea at the end of its lifespan, and then be buried in a mountain of keel bones.

There is no difference between an old Yuren and a human old man. The recent memories are becoming more and more unclear, but the memories of the past are always floating up uncontrollably. The hand holding the gun is no longer as stable as iron.

In front of the bonfire, there is a silver battle gun that is eight feet long and the hollowed-out silver-white spines look beautiful, while the silver-gray basswood used for the gun body is extremely rare. There is no inscription on the body of the gun, which is an anonymous gun. Of course, he abandoned his family identity and went to the eagle flag, so he forged this nameless spear.

The old man pressed his boring big hand on the gun, paused for a while, and suddenly swung the gun across. The flames of the bonfire were instantly suppressed, and then a midge that was cut in two fell into the flames and was burnt to ashes. The old man withdrew his gun and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Time can make him old, but the spear skills acquired through hundreds of battles will not easily succumb to time.

He stood up and stamped out the fire, the simple luggage on his back, and stepped on a white war horse beside him. Standing in the silent woods, the moonlight quietly shines on his white robe and silver beard, the whole person seems to be riding a breeze to escape the world. The war horse walked out of the woods in small steps and stepped on a dirt slope. Beyond the dirt **** was the withered and yellow grassland in autumn. The huge city and mountains around it are flat and empty, and the huge city mountains in the distance are shining with dots of fire. And more flames are surrounded by a forest of battle flags around the city wall, rising and falling silently in the night wind. Even in the middle of the night, there are still thousands of warriors blocking the city.

From the close alliance, it can be seen that at least tens of thousands of people are besieging this big city.

"Stupid." The old man said lightly.

He took a long breath towards the night sky: "Iron Armor..."

The four fields are open and there is only a quiet breeze, and no one responds.

"Iron Armor..." he murmured, "It's still there."

Suddenly, the silver spear was raised and pointed straight at the sky. Those thin sea-blue eyes were suddenly enveloped by a layer of sharp murderous aura. It was still the old man in the white robe, and there was still a silver gun and a white horse on the slope, but this ride no longer floated out of the dust, but was like a sharp knife inserted at the highest point, shining faintly in the moonlight.

The white horse let out a low groan, and the horse rushed straight towards the tens of thousands of troops with an incomparable arrogance.