Disguised as a man: Watch me create a new dynasty

It was a dark night with strong winds. Heavy snow fell, shrouding the valley of the exile land in deathly silence.

Suddenly, a group of Tatar tribal enemies sneaked in from the secret passage like ghosts.

The exit of the secret passage was blocked by withered weeds and surrounded by thick snow, so it could not be found without careful observation.

They held scimitars in their hands, had ferocious faces, and cruel and murderous gleams in their eyes.

Before the people in the valley could react, the bloody massacre had already begun.

The Tatars rushed into a dilapidated hut, and the old people and children inside screamed in fear.

A Tatar warrior swung his scimitar mercilessly. In an instant, the old man's head rolled off and blood splattered on the cold wall.

The child was roughly picked up and thrown into the air, then stabbed with a knife. His small body twitched in the snow.

On the other side, a pregnant woman was running desperately in the snow, trying to avoid being chased.

However, the Tatars rode up on their horses and trampled her ruthlessly under their hooves. The pregnant woman's screams stopped abruptly, and the blood beneath her body dyed the snow red.

The young men fought back but were easily chopped down by the Tatars.

The limbs were cut off and the head was chopped off, it was a horrific sight.

The entire valley was filled with desperate cries and the smell of blood.

When Xie's army arrived, they saw this horrific scene. Their eyes were instantly ignited with anger, and the blood in their hearts erupted like a volcano.

"Beast!" A soldier gritted his teeth, his hand gripping the spear trembling with anger.

"Revenge for our fellow villagers!" the general roared and led the soldiers to rush towards the brutal enemies like a tide.

The strong wind and heavy snow raged and roared in the valley.

The Xie family army and the Tatar army met on a narrow road in this vast expanse of white. In an instant, the shouts of killing broke through the sky and shook off the snow on the branches.

The soldiers of Xie's army were all furious, and their hearts were burning with endless hatred for the Tatars.

They recalled the innocent people who were massacred by the Tatars. The bloody and cruel scenes kept appearing before their eyes, and the flames of hatred burned more and more fiercely.

Xie Junyan, the leader, brandished the sword in his hand and rushed towards the enemy at the first charge.

His roar echoed through the valley: "My men, for the dead folks, kill!"

The soldiers followed closely behind, like a raging torrent.

A soldier of the Xie family army, with red eyes, slashed frantically at the oncoming Tatar enemies.

Each of his strikes was filled with grief and anger, as if he wanted to tear the enemy into pieces.

The enemy's blood splattered on his face, but he did not retreat and continued to fight bravely.

Another young soldier of the Xie family army was surrounded by several Tatars, but he showed no fear.

The hatred in his heart turned into endless courage. He rushed left and right, and the spear in his hand was like a dragon emerging from the sea. Every stabbing was carried with the determination to kill, which frightened the enemy.

Wherever General Xie's long sword went, the Tatars fell one after another.

His body was covered in blood, but he did not feel tired at all. Only hatred drove him forward and killed the core of the enemy.

Throughout the valley, the sounds of shouting, weapons clashing, and screaming were intertwined.

Perhaps it was because the power of hatred broke through the limit, the Xie family army fought bravely and fearlessly, with one against ten, and plunged the Tatars into panic and despair.

The military camp was not far from the place of exile. Yan Nansheng, Xie Yanli, General Xie and others in the main tent listened quietly to the deafening sounds of killing in the distance.

Yan Nansheng closed his eyes, and his hearing was at its best at this moment, as if the battlefield was right next to his ears.

When he heard the faint cry of a child on the battlefield, Yan Nansheng could no longer hold back and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

Xie Yanli, who was sitting next to Yan Nansheng, stood up suddenly and looked around in panic.

No!

He walked quickly out of the tent and searched around the big tent.

still none!

General Xie and others also chased out of the tent, looking around with horror in their eyes.

Really not! The person disappeared right under their noses!

"Feast!"

"Father! Sheng'er, Sheng'er is missing!"

Looking at his son's panic-stricken eyes, General Xie calmed down.

"Sheng'er disappeared on her own. Maybe she'll be back soon!"

"Let's calm down. No one can take someone away in the blink of an eye under the eyes of so many of us."

Xie Yanli took a deep breath.

Force yourself to calm down.

"He must have gone to the battlefield."

"Father, I'll go take a look."

"The wound on your arm hasn't healed yet. You can't even hold your weapon steady. Are you ready to throw yourself on the line?"

Xie Yanli bowed his head helplessly, "Father, he is only five years old..."

General Xie stopped walking towards the big tent, and without turning around, he just said calmly: "Yan Li, he is not an ordinary five-year-old child."

Then he strode into the main tent.

When the fourth brother Xie Yunzhan passed by Xie Yanli, he stopped, glanced at Xie Yanli, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Let's go. How could someone with such magical powers not be able to protect himself and put himself in danger?"

That’s right, he has never been able to see through this little cousin.

Is he really an immortal who has descended to earth?

Are there really gods in this world?

Looking at all the suffering and injustice in the world, if gods really exist, why do they turn a deaf ear to the cries of the people?

When war rages, people are displaced and struggling in endless pain and despair, where is God?

If gods exist, why don't they extend a helping hand? Are they just indifferent bystanders, watching the suffering of the world?

Then why doesn't God protect the people who believe in him?

People pray devoutly and offer countless incense sticks, but life is still full of hardships and setbacks.

Let them live in dire straits and have a hard time…

Can this so-called god really bestow blessings and eliminate disasters, or is it just an illusion that deceives oneself?

Maybe my cousin is the immortal sent by the gods to save the people...

After comforting himself, Xie Yanli sighed secretly.

I was still worried, but I wasn't as out of control as I was just now.

On the other side, Yan Nansheng used the teleportation talisman that the system brought back from the world of cultivation for her, and in a blink of an eye she arrived at the place where she heard the child crying just now.

After a slight dizziness, Yan Nansheng saw the scene clearly.

This sight almost made me explode.

Not far away, several Tatar soldiers were chasing a dozen escaped people, including men, women and two children.

The crying sound came from those two children.

At this time, a Tatar soldier was laughing and tearing the arm of one of the children. The child was probably only three years old and had no power to resist at all.

His body was being dragged left and right, and blood was already flowing down his thin arms that were exposed.

The Tatar soldier was still repeating in broken Chinese, "Meat sheep! Meat sheep! Hahahaha...Meat sheep."

Several young men dragged the two women forward with all their might, and the women cried out, "My children! My children!"

But the men held them tightly and they couldn't break free.

Soon they were caught up by the Tatar soldiers.

Although the legs of those young men could not stop shaking, they still surrounded the two women to guard against the Tatar soldiers who were chasing them.

Seeing the Tatar kicking them down, he started to tear off the woman's clothes.

Suddenly, a terrible scream was heard from behind.