C10 I'm not the killer

The Northern Palace.

Who is he?

I don't know.

All I know is that he's a jackal.

In other words, Beiming Baiyu belonged to a minority that lived in the Northwest Prairie.

Ethnic minorities.

In the harmonious society of the former world, what is the impression that the ethnic minority gives to the people of Han nationality?

First, the ability to sing and dance, basically every ethnic minority have, but the majority of Chinese do not have this skill;

Second, the clothing diet is different from the Chinese, so there was a previous life of Chinese food;

Thirdly, policies have special preferences. For example, the children who had their college entrance examination scores reduced by a few dozen points could ignore family planning, did not need to stand in the queue to register for the college entrance examination, and also had their score cut down greatly.

Fourth, there were those who liked to split up. Although the internal conflict was small, it was still fiercer than a tiger.

This is what we know about them in peacetime.

He often ignores the ferocity of the alien race. This alien is referring to the terminal Han)

Vicious and barbaric, brutal and bloodthirsty.

This was probably the description that the Central Plains gave them.

All of them looked like evil fiends that had descended onto the mortal world. Their breasts were exposed and their hair was disheveled, and they ate human flesh and drank blood as if they were alive. Wherever they went, there was not a single blade of grass left, much more vicious than those of the yellow towel.

In the Northwest Barrens, other than the Guanzhong Plains, which were considered fertile, the rest were vast grasslands that were not suitable for cultivation and could only be farmed. As a result, there were a lot of horses, cattle, and sheep, regardless of whether they were Hu Han s or not.

The people of the Northwest could be called the people on horseback.

A skilled horse? A joke.

Splitting an arm through a thousand stone steps? Could a strong tiger bear a cauldron? Hmm, it can barely be described as a race.

This was one of the leaders of the people.

What about me?

A youth that wasn't even ten years old.

It was 1.23 meters tall and covered in tender skin.

Brilliance... That was truly outstanding! In the Qin and Han Dynasties, there were three poems that Cao Mengde had learned in middle school: "The Turtle Is Longevity," "Observing the Canghai," "XXX (Forgotten suddenly)," and his son Cao Zhi's famous seven-step poem; "I can recite twenty or thirty poems in total; I can recite seventeen or eighteen poems in a thousand poems in the Tang Dynasty; I can sing a few words of grievances and peas in the Yuan Dynasty; I can also recite three or four poems in the Southern and Northern Dynasties."

Martial Arts... He had just waded in and was out fishing in the sun for three days. The best he could do was to ride a pony and pull his bow to shoot small arrows.

With my abilities, of course I'll take the safest way to kill this ferocious minority.

Using one's strengths to attack the other's weaknesses.

Although I don't think this is his weakness, it's always right to be caught unawares.

That small arrow had already shot out, piercing straight towards the back of the Northern Palace's Bo Yu.

Of course, I wouldn't be like what was recorded in many movies about martial arts. The moment I finished, I would rush over to see if I could kill the enemy, and instead find a person to hide away.

The arrow whistled past.

I stared at the short arrow, watching it shoot into the broad back of Beitang Beitang.

It was only half a foot.

Bai Yu from the Northern Palace suddenly turned around, his right hand extended out and grabbed to the side in a seemingly casual manner.

I shivered all over.

The arrow was in his hand!

Was this the legendary martial arts?

Or am I seeing things?

Bei Yu from the Northern Palace laughed with his head held high and his face was filled with madness, "Ma Teng! I thought you were good enough, but you're not a good dog! The Han Dog was crafty, and none of them could be trusted! But how could he be so stupid! "This bow technique can actually kill people?!"

With a flick of his hand, a soldier dozens of steps away was shot.

I couldn't help but curl up, my stomach churning.

At this moment, where would I find the courage to shoot again?

"Haa!" Beiming Baiyu was stunned. Without even turning his head around, he leaped off the horse, and a long arrow pierced into his left leg.

Before he landed on the ground, he was already with the Horseshoe behind him.

It was my father, Ma Teng, who would rather die than agree.

The one who shot the arrow was actually his assistant, Pang De's father: Pang Yi.

His father was very close to him, so without a word, he picked up the long spear in his hand and charged towards him at the northern palace on his horse.

Bei Yu of the Northern Palace landed on the ground in a hurry, with one hand pulling out an arrow, she shouted angrily: "Ma Teng, you thief dog! "How dare you harm me!" The corner of his mouth was twisted slightly by the pain of the arrow.

Ma Teng still did not say anything, and with a quick whip, the long spear pierced into Bei Yu's abdomen without any tricks.

Bai Yu from the Northern Palace was unable to move. Blood was still gushing out from the arrow wounds on his legs.

He allowed Ma Teng's spear to pierce through him from top to bottom.

The horse's hooves never stopped.

He ran straight in front of hundreds of Caulis Notopterygii soldiers.

The long spear stabbed into the body of the Northern Palace. Blood dripped from the spear, falling tens of steps away.

His father slowly reined in his horse and abruptly shook his spear.

The Northern Palace Boya fell down towards the ground.

His lower abdomen was a mess of blood and flesh, and his small intestine had fallen onto a jade plate.

The Caulis Notopterygii soldier gripped her weapon tightly.

Pop raised his rifle.

"Those who are willing to return to the grasslands to plunder, return; those who are willing to follow Ma Teng, stay behind and pay the Han soldiers, I will definitely treat them as my kin."

The Caulis Notopterygii soldiers did not move either.

His father's gun arm did not move either.

My heart that has yet to drop is still hanging in the air. Could it be that they want to avenge the Northern Palace?

"Master Ma …" Someone from the Caulis Notopterygii led the way, "What kind of cake is this?"

The clansmen behind him all had curious looks on their faces.

...

I can't see the look on my father's face. He must be very happy at this moment: at last, he has met a group of people who are even more illiterate than he is …

"Cough." Pang Yi sighed as he urged his horse to the side, then walked forward as his father withdrew his spear and explained, "If you guys are willing to stay, we will give you the same treatment as the Chinese soldiers. Furthermore, the Master Ma will treat you as his own janitor. "How about it?"

I secretly shook my head. Uncle Pang seemed to be a cultured person, so he couldn't do that either. In order to deal with the minorities, in addition to ensuring that they didn't have to worry about food and clothing, he also had to give them the rights and stuff they wanted. These soldiers were like wolves and tigers.

The hundreds of horses opposite turned their heads and gathered behind the man who had just spoken.

"Master Ma, we will follow you." The man grinned.

"After returning to the Martial Aunt Zang, the Prime Minister of Pang County will arrange a residence for you and set it up." The old man indicated for Pang Yi to bring the newly arrived soldiers back to Martial Aunt Zhang.

Then, Pang De followed the rest of the group back.

I was going to go with him, but my father didn't say a word and stayed right in front of my pony.

"Father?" I glared at him.

"Do you know your wrongs?" His father touched the short whisker and revealed his imposing manner.

"Your son, where is your fault?" I pretended not to know, and Chen asked the elder sincerely.

"Humph!" The old man snorted, "Your fault is that you don't practice martial arts. Your first arrow was wasted!"

"I …" "Yes, yes, yes. If I work hard, I will definitely be able to injure the Northern Palace bandits first. After that, it will be much easier for father to fight!"

The old man blew on his beard: "A mere Baoyu from the Northern Palace, even if I wasn't injured, I would have killed him with a single spear strike!"

"Yes, yes, yes. Father is a wise man with the courage of three armies." I looked at myself and saw that I was fine again.

"But your archery skills are too terrible!" "You better be careful in the future. As the eldest son of I, Ma Teng, am not like this!"

"As father has taught me, I will definitely redouble my efforts in the future." I knew I wasn't right, so I lowered my head and swore, just like the kids had promised their parents when they were kids.

I will study hard in the future.