Chapter 64 63: My Lord is in the South, and you cannot let me die facing north!

"Ugh!"

"I can't plan it, it's destiny!"

Wuzhuliuruo led his troops to encircle and attack, putting an end to Su Mu's idea of ​​escaping.

Thirty-six years ago, when he came to the Northern Frontier on the orders of the Emperor, but was betrayed by those around him and fell into the hands of the barbarians, Su Mu had been preparing to escape.

However, the barbarians were very wary of this great scholar. Not only did they change a tribe to guard him every year, they also dispersed him and his subordinates.

In the first ten years or so, the eighteen barbarian tribes in the northern border escorted Su Mu to different tribes every year according to the agreement. However, as the Zhenbei Army suffered successive defeats, the barbarians were not so vigilant against Su Mu.

Even in the last eight or nine years, the people of the Quanjie tribe were too lazy to come to the Xianyun tribe to ask for Su Mu, so Su Mu has been staying in the Xianyun tribe for eight or nine years.

In thirty-six years, three generations can be born in this place in Northern Xinjiang.

In the current Xianyun tribe, except for a few high-ranking nobles, no one else knows that the old man in front of them is Su Mu, a famous Confucian scholar in the Imperial Shang Dynasty.

It was precisely because of the above reasons, and the fact that the Xianyun tribe had for some unknown reason mobilized all of its cavalry, that gave Su Mu hope of escaping.

But now, as Wuzhuliuruo led his troops to encircle them, their hopes were dashed.

"What's the matter?"

"Are you giving up now?"

"Fuck, are you kidding me? I've endured humiliation for thirty-six years, and now you're telling me to give up?"

Listening to Su Mu's sigh, Niu Bu couldn't understand the thought process of the NPC in this game, or he couldn't understand the plot design of the copy editor.

If you want to give up, just give up earlier. You've been a slave for thirty-six years, and you're going to give up when you're about to escape?

"What difference does it make whether you give up or not?"

Su Mu, who looked sick, sighed: "If I had escaped earlier, with the ability of the general's mount, there would still be a chance to take me away. But now it's too late!"

"Stop talking and run away!"

Niu Bu cursed and looked at Wuzhuliuruo and the large number of Xianyun soldiers approaching. Niu Bu, who did not respect the old and loved the young, directly carried Su Mu on the horse and kicked the horse's butt: "You are so skinny, and you are still worried that my Wuzhui can't take you out?"

"What a joke! Are the horses of the Xianyun faster than my horses?"

Wuzhui felt pain and ran wildly outside with Su Mu on its back. Without Niu Bu and Mo Dao, Wuzhui, carrying the thin Su Mu, ran faster and had greater explosive power than before.

Seeing Niu Bu giving his horse to Su Mu, letting him escape alone, Su Mu's subordinates who remained at the scene clasped their fists in admiration for Niu Bu and said, "General, you are so righteous. I admire you!"

"General, rest assured, we will die before you!"

"Master Su, I will be the Emperor's Soul in my next life!"

Seeing Su Mu leave safely, the remaining slaves of the Imperial Merchants smiled and were ready to die bravely!

Watching Su Mu disappear through the side door in an instant, Wuzhuliuruo couldn't help but rub his eyes.

Was he seeing things? A black-haired Zhenbei Army soldier gave his warhorse to the old man Su Mu and stayed behind to cover their retreat?

Is this the integrity of the soldiers of the Imperial Shang Dynasty?

Wuzhuliuruo looked at Niu Bu who stayed to fight and felt admiration.

No wonder more than eighty years ago, when the 30,000 Zhenbei troops just arrived in the Northern Frontier, they were able to easily suppress the Eighteen Tribes in the Northern Frontier and beat them so hard that the Eighteen Tribes in the Northern Frontier dared not raise their heads.

"Fortunately, there is a civil strife in the Imperial Merchants, otherwise how could the 18 tribes in the Northern Frontier defeat the Northern Guard Army!"

Wuzhuliuruo fixed his eyes on Niu Bu. He waved his hand and shouted, "Catch him alive. Catch that young man. I want him alive!"

Su Mu escaped, but if he wanted to avoid being blamed by Chanyu, he had to find a way to get out.

And Niu Bu, the black-haired young man from the Zhenbei Army, is the best way to escape.

All of Su Mu's subordinates were slaves of the Xianyun. They did not have strong fighting capabilities and had been tortured by the Xianyun for thirty-six years. The only reason they could still fight was because of their faith and perseverance.

A large number of Xianyun soldiers joined the battle and surrounded Niu Bu and Su Mu's men. As Su Mu's men fell one by one, Niu Bu, who was protected in the middle, was also in danger.

Want to live?

Hehe, no!
"A soldier can be killed but not humiliated!" Niu Bu was in a state of acting. He held the Mo Dao in both hands and looked at Su Mu's men falling one by one, with a righteous look:

"A mere barbarian wants to capture me alive?"

"Bah, people are only mortal!

"Since ancient times, everyone has to die. Leave your loyalty to shine in history!"

Niu Bu had a serious look on his face. He threw down his sword, picked up a curved knife, stood on a rock, and faced south.
"My Lord is in the south, and I must not die facing north!"

After saying this, Niu Bu swung his knife and committed suicide, and his body slowly fell down.

Looking at Niu Bu who had committed suicide, Wu Zhuliuruo's eyes widened, and the few remaining subordinates of Su Mu laughed heartily after hearing Niu Bu's deafening and heroic words of sacrifice:

"Good, good, good, good! Since ancient times, everyone is mortal, but I will leave my loyalty to shine in history!"

"Hahaha, we admire the general's integrity. The emperor is in the south, and I cannot die facing north!"

"A mere barbarian may conquer my body, but not my faith. General, I will come to accompany you right now!"

Su Mu's men committed suicide with swords. Wuzhuliuruo felt a chill in his heart as he looked at the corpses on the ground.

With their own strength, do they dare to plot against the Nine Provinces and share the Empire of Shang?

Where do they get the confidence from?
"I feel like what I just did wasn't particularly pretentious. Give me another chance, and I can say something even more pretentious!"

Resurrection Pool.

Niu Bu, who sat up from the resurrection pool, was not particularly satisfied with his performance just now.

He felt that he could act better and more heroically.

"This game doesn't have a death replay or story recording."

Niu Bu really wanted to record the scene of his death. It would be even better if he could also take a look at the expressions of Su Mu's subordinates and Wuzhuliuruo after his death.

After coming out of the resurrection pool, Niu Bu had just put on his clothes when another player suddenly sat up in the resurrection pool.

"Little Second Brother, oh, why do you still have such an ugly face? Didn't you pinch your face?"

The person who spoke was a very handsome man, even a little feminine. Niu Bu glanced at the player and found that the ID above his head was Yileimiao.

"Why did you pinch a woman's face? Damn, you are not really a woman, are you?"

Niu Bu had a look of disgust on his face. To be honest, what he hated most when playing games was playing with girls.

There is no other reason, I just simply dislike the fact that you are not good at it, love Bibi, and have a bad temper.

"Fuck, you just knew that?"

Yileimiao was shocked. Isn't this something that everyone recognizes? How come you just found out about it?

"Shit, I thought everyone was joking. How could a woman be so cruel as to use her own dead body to make a nest!"

Niu Bu glanced at Yileimiao and couldn't help but be curious: "Yileimiao, how did you die? Did you die from fishing again?"

"Bah, I committed suicide!"

"Oh? You committed suicide too? What did you do?"

Niu Bu became interested. Could it be that Yile Miao was also like him, attacking the Xianyun tribe alone?

Yilei Miao looked down at herself and shrugged, "I was fooled by my brothers and romance novels. I pinched a 40cm nail and was going to wrap it around my waist, but it got in the way."

"I'm really impressed by those guys. One by one, they say they have a waist-wrapped body, and one by one, they leave messages on the forum saying that they must create a character with a waist-wrapped body."

"In the end, I was the only one who actually got it wrapped around my waist."

"???"

"??????"

(End of this chapter)