C517 Black Moonlight

Hua Rong was simply speechless, and could not reprimand the child. He grew up by Jin Wushu's side and had already become accustomed to this method, to the "Abba" who worshipped him. Can you blame him?

Her tone was very gentle. "Son, actually, war is not good."

"What's wrong with that? "We have to fight. We have to be rich to have a horse, a cow, gold, silver, beautiful clothes and jewelry …"

Was this something Jin Wushu had instilled into him?

Hua Rong frowned. Seeing that his mother's face had changed, she asked curiously: "Mom, am I wrong?"

Hua Rong stretched her brows, her voice even gentler: "Son, mother will tell you a story, you listen slowly …"

"Sure."

Hua Rong started to explain, from the difficulty of the open seal to the massacre in the Huaiyang, he only omitted the deaths of Lu Deng and his wife. Her tone was gentle, but her narration was clear. Even her voice was tear-filled. At first, Lu Wenlong was lying down, but later on she completely went back to sleep and sat up, focusing on listening to his mother's "storytelling".

"Mom, is it true? Really? What happened next? "

"Killed tens of thousands of people? "So many?"

"Those girls of the Huaiyang were all killed? The things were stolen? "

"Ya, mom, those people are really bad. If I see them, I'll kill them …"

He listened and asked, now filled with righteous indignation, now boiling with blood. For the first time, Fang understood the cruelty and bloodshed of war.

After Hua Rong finished speaking, her expression was extremely exhausted. She closed her eyes and did not make a sound for a long time.

Lu Wenlong shyly held her hand: "Mother, have you personally seen all of this before?"

"Yes, mother has already experienced it. There were several times where mother almost died under the Golden Army's blade …"

"Mother, I didn't know Golden Army was this bad."

War is like this. The Golden Army was bad, the Song Jun was bad, and the army was bad.

The army is the instrument of murder for the few who have ulterior motives.

Hua Rong had never even discussed these with his husband before, but now, she was trying really hard to teach his son like an old teacher. He was secretly afraid in his heart. If his son's belief in the Golden Army maintained his "pride" deep down, the consequences would be really hard to predict. Fortunately, after finishing this long story, Lu Wenlong held his cheeks like a small adult, and started to ponder, his tone sounding very deep: "Mother, I had always thought that fighting was enough to get me what I wanted, but I didn't know that so many people would die, or be so terrifying."

In the end, she was still a kind-hearted child. Right now, she was eleven to twelve years old, which was the critical period for the formation of his character. Hua Rong did not continue to talk big, and only said: "Son, if you like it, mother will tell you everything about the war."

He exclaimed, "Mom, your story is really good. Continue to tell me tomorrow night."

At this time, the north wind was howling and snowflakes were flying everywhere. Hua Rong pulled his son who was wrapped in a blanket and watched him sleep soundly. This child was really handsome, with straight eyebrows and starry eyes. His brows were relaxed, especially since he was good at learning and was good at distinguishing between right and wrong. Hua Rong was very pleased. One day, when he grew up, he would definitely be a man that could support both heaven and earth.

The bone-piercing cold winds blew day after day. Soon, it would be the Lunar New Year. The barbarians naturally did not have a New Year mentality. They were similar to the Golden Man s in the early days. Zha He and Lu Wenlong didn't have much of an impression of this either. Only Hua Rong, thinking about this hometown's holiday, and her husband Xiao Chen's arrival, didn't have the Little Tiger's head by her side. The family of three, the sky separating them, and even the Nine Springs of the Nine Springs, her mood grew darker and darker every day.

On the second day of the third month, Shi Qi sharpened his blade, saying that a hunter had discovered the traces of a fox and a wolf in front of him. The other hunters were also very interested, adding Lu Wenlong's repeated requests, Hua Rong agreed to follow them out.

The hunters released their hounds and gyrfalcons, searching for the scent of their prey. Unknowingly, he had traveled thirty to fifty miles. In front of him was an open valley. Although it was also covered in snow, the journey became more smooth because of the lee of the wind.

Seeing how familiar this place was, Hua Rong suddenly raised her guard and let out a whistle, telling everyone to pay attention. Everyone was not aware of the danger so they quickly chased after the two foxes.

Hua Rong bellowed, it was an extremely dangerous kind of feeling. The three men stopped and looked at her in surprise, wondering why she was doing this. Right at this moment, an extremely violent Horseshoe sounded out. In the snow and ice, even though the horses were wrapped in hooves, their hurried voices, which brought along with it the wind and snow, could not be concealed.

It was like a strong gust of wind, blowing everyone here and there. Lu Wenlong couldn't sit still and cried out, "Mom, mom …" Zha He anxiously pulled his horse, and extended his hand to support him: "Wen Long, sit steadily, hold onto the horse rein tightly …"

Hua Rong's body was also swaying in the wind, but she still decisively said: "Everyone, retreat south."

The voice came from the southwest, yet Hua Rong told everyone to retreat towards the south. Surprised, they didn't dare to disobey the order and immediately ran towards the south.

After running for a while, their eyes lit up, and they suddenly discovered that the terrain had changed drastically. There was a circular valley where a person was hiding. And at this moment, he just happened to avoid that tornado-like Horseshoe.

At this time, the Golden Army was in the middle of a fierce battle. Hua Rong could see clearly that the one leading the group was Jin Wushu. Her heart sank, but Lu Wenlong was actually ecstatic. He almost shouted out loud: "Mom, it's Abba, that's Abba, let's go down quickly …"

Hua Rong covered his mouth, his face was pale white. Jin Wushu had actually found this place. He had bypassed that dangerous area called Flower Lamp River, and further ahead, other than a set of defensive trees, there was nothing else that could directly stop him. Hua Rong had no time to guess how he had found his. Her palms were drenched in sweat, Lu Wenlong looked at his mother strangely, seeing that her face was deathly pale. She wanted to say something, but did not dare to, and only followed her father's figure excitedly. Jin Wushu was dressed with heavy armor s, and on his head were gorgeous Hook s, with a few pheasant feathers stuck in them. He looked mighty and robust, and the halberd in his hands shone brilliantly under the snow light.

Zha He and the others knew that the situation wasn't good. If Jin Wushu broke through like this, the Da She Tribe would completely lose its barrier. Hua Rong estimated that there were about three thousand people in this group of Golden Army. If they were to exhaust all their power within the Da She Tribe, it might not be insufficient to eliminate them. What was terrifying was that they were only the vanguard. What would happen once the follow-up troops arrived? Furthermore, how could these seven or eight people be enough to defend themselves?

Ahead was a world of ice and snow. Golden Army stopped. Hua Rong thought to herself that this was not good. The snow had already stopped, and the footprints left by her group could be seen clearly. Sure enough, Jin Wushu reined in his horse, and a scout ran back: "Reporting to Fourth Prince, the footprints are broken here."

Jin Wushu also saw the footprints. It was the footprints of a horse and a hunting team. Where did this group of people go? He sat on his horse and looked around, his eyes falling on the valley.

Other than Lu Wenlong, everyone else had nervously tightened their grip on the weapons in their hands. Although the enemy was in the light while they were in the dark, this was the only place in the mountain valley that was sheltered from the wind.

Lu Wenlong looked at his mother strangely, not understanding why she was so nervous. Could it be that his father would kill him? How could that be? Just as he was about to speak, Hua Rong lowered her voice, and spoke almost softly, "Everyone be prepared."

Zha He raised his bow and arrows, subconsciously protecting the two of them, he whispered: "The little boys, once they rush over, I will block them, all of you retreat towards the west."

Hua Rong was about to answer when she saw Jin Wushu turn his horse around as if giving an order. Then, the gold soldier surrounded the valley.

Jin Wushu was indeed Jin Wushu.

Hua Rong held her bow tightly, these three thousand elites were all female true descendants, how long could she last against seven to eight of them? She looked at Lu Wenlong with hesitation. Was she in danger too?

She looked around and suddenly ordered, "Retreat west together."

Everyone hit their horses and ran.

Jin Wushu looked for a while, and then a spy ran over: "Fourth Prince, someone escaped from the west."

"How many?"

"I can't see clearly."

"Quickly chase." These people are the key to enter Da She Tribe, it would be best if they can catch one or two of them to lead the way. "

Jin Wushu took the lead and chased.

From a distance, he could see the back of that group of barbarians. Because Golden Army had the thought of capturing them alive, he did not kill them immediately. They were even closer now. Jin Wushu suddenly realized that his back was covered in a tiger-skin cloak, and beside him was a young man holding a bow and riding a dark red horse.

Black Moonlight!

A woman riding a Black Moonlight!

And his own son!

His heartbeat quickened as one of the vanguards shouted: "Fourth Prince, they ran so fast, do we need to shoot?"

The other spy also noticed and shouted in shock, "Black Moonlight, it's a Black Moonlight … "Then who is it?"

Jin Wushu suppressed his excitement and waved his hand: "Continue chasing, you are not allowed to shoot arrows."

"Yes."

With a dozen horses, the black horse increased its speed and rushed to the front like a bolt of lightning. The wind blew past his ears, he mustered his strength and shouted: "Hua Rong, stop, quickly stop..."

"Son, quickly stop …"

"Son, it's Abba, Abba …"

Lu Wenlong heard it very faintly and was about to speak to his mother, but Hua Rong protected him tightly and did not let him speak. She knew very well that if Jin Wushu caught up, he would not be able to keep her child. He would definitely bring the child back, just like she did that year. She would not hesitate to take it with him.

Lu Wenlong could no longer follow him.

As the Golden Army got closer and closer, Zha He said anxiously, "The little boys, you guys go first, I'll cut off the rear." He reined in his horse and turned around to shoot. Hua Rong was unable to do it and mercilessly lashed out at the Chinese date horse. Soon, the mother and son duo arrived at the front.

The Golden Army suddenly encountered Zha He's obstruction, but after a few arrows, the Golden Army had an overwhelming number of people, and very quickly, Zha He's horse was hit by two arrows, causing it to feel pain. The horse swung its legs, causing Zha He to get off the horse, and a few Golden Army rushed forward and grabbed him.

Jin Wushu reined his horse and looked down at him from above. Golden Army also stopped and did not continue to chase.

Seeing that he was the one blocking the way, Wu Qimai became furious, grabbed his clothes, and whipped him on his back. "You traitor, Zha He, you actually dared to betray Big Gold, and have gone against us time and time again."

Zha He replied: "This little one doesn't dare to oppose the Fourth Prince, much less me, Da Jin."

"Then why did you work so hard for the Chidan?"

"I have never worked for Chidan, nor did I work for him."

"Hua Rong is not a Song people?"