"Cry your ass!"

Just when Bian Luan was crying and crying, a sudden curse sounded.

Xie Xiaolei, who had been motionless before, suddenly sat up, rubbing his lower back and coughing from time to time.

"Brother Bian, are you expecting me to die or not?" Xie Xiaolei said jokingly, with emotion in his eyes.

In fact, he heard Bian Luan's cry clearly just now, but he was just a little dizzy and lay on the ground without moving.

"You brat, you're scaring me!" Bian Luan blushed and kicked Xie Xiaolei to the ground.

"Oh, please be gentle!" Xie Xiaolei bared his teeth and shouted, but Bian Luan laughed happily.

Xie Xiaolei struggled to stand up, looked around and found that most people were fine, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Head!" A captain came over and said sadly: "Nine brothers are dead."

Xie Xiaolei's face darkened: "Collect the body and bury it after taking down Jianmen Pass!"

"promise!"

The captain nodded heavily.

Xie Xiaolei stretched his head and looked around, and found that the terrain at the foot of the mountain was really flat, and it was completely the same as the sky and the earth on the other side of the mountain.

Looking up, I saw that the hillside that everyone had just rolled down was getting slower and slower below, and gradually became flat. No wonder everyone was able to survive.

Bian Luan came to Xie Xiaolei's side and sighed: "You are so lucky. I didn't expect the terrain at the foot of the mountain to be like this. You won the bet!"

Xie Xiaolei smiled at first, and then his eyes became sharp: "Since we survived, the next step should be the sword pavilion!"

After saying that, both of them turned their eyes to the right at the same time. Although there was also a hillside over there, they knew that the sword pavilion stood behind the hillside.

The sky was getting dark, and the ninety-one surviving soldiers dug a big pit and put the nine brothers who died in the battle. They covered it with leaves for the time being and retrieved their bodies after the Jianmen Pass was conquered.

Xie Xiaolei and Bian Luan stood at the front, while nearly a hundred people bent deeply over the corpse and remained silent for a long time.

"Walk!"

After a moment, Xie Xiaolei suddenly stood up, shouted angrily, and turned around to leave.

Nearly a hundred people were wearing black armor and holding cold knives in their hands. They were quick on their feet and took advantage of the darkness to reach behind the sword pavilion.

After climbing over a hillside, a low castle appeared in front of everyone.

Only when Xie Xiaolei saw this so-called Jiange with his own eyes did he realize how dangerous the terrain here was.

To the south of the Jiange is a lonely plank road hanging outside the cliff, which can only be passed by a single person, while to the north is a smooth road, allowing free movement.

The sword pavilion was built right at the end of the abyss, completely sealing the plank road on the south side.

There were several torches erected on the top of the fortress, and the light of the fire swayed slightly, but no patrolling soldiers were seen.

But outside the gate of the north village, there were four red-headed soldiers leaning against the wall, leaning on the corner, leaning on the spear, sleeping soundly. The gate of the village was half ajar and not closed at all.

In the darkness, Xie Xiaolei was so happy that he could almost smile from ear to ear.

Bian Luan on the side also cursed in a low voice: "Damn, after all this hard work, I finally encountered a weakling."

A group of border army officers nearby were amused by Bian Luan's scolding.

But what he said was indeed the truth. Everyone had suffered a lot along the way. After finally arriving outside the sword pavilion, how could they not be happy when they saw such a group of guys guarding the sword pavilion.

Xie Xiaolei shouted in a low voice: "Be careful later, don't kill them all, leave a few alive! I'm useful!"

Everyone nodded in understanding.

Xie Xiaolei grinned, stretched out his hand to make a gesture, and then more than ten figures rushed out from behind, moving forward in the dark and quickly approaching the village gate.

A soldier who was sleeping leaning against the corner felt a gust of cold wind pass by, and he opened his eyes in a daze, his eyes full of sleep.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a black shadow rushing towards him.

The soldier's eyes suddenly widened, and a big hand instantly covered his mouth. He felt a sweet sensation in his throat and swallowed it before his eyes.

Blood gurgled out from his throat and wet his clothes.

"Tsk tsk tsk!"

Then several cold lights flashed, and the four red-headed soldiers guarding the door died one after another, and their bodies slowly collapsed to the ground.

A man waved into the darkness, and large black shadows swarmed out under the leadership of Xie Xiaolei and Bian Luan and arrived at the entrance of the village.

Xie Xiaolei gently pushed open the ajar door and peered inside. He calmed down when he saw that there were no patrolling guards inside.

As soon as he tilted his head, nearly a hundred Northern Liang troops poured into the village gate one after another.

After entering the Jiange, I found that the space inside was indeed not big as Bian Luan said. There was a row of barracks on the left, which should have been used by the defenders to rest.

On the right side is the staircase. Going up the stairs are several houses. There is a room above with lights on and some voices coming from it.

To the south is a low city wall made of rammed bricks. No one was seen moving around. The patrolling soldiers above were probably just as lazy and sleeping as the four red-headed soldiers at the gate of the village.

Xie Xiao made a move with his thunder hand, and everyone divided into three groups and moved quietly in three directions.

There were several red-headed soldiers drinking in the lighted room, and they were very drunk.

One person held the wine bowl and muttered: "I didn't expect that the Beiliang Army actually invaded Shunzhou. I guess it won't be long before Tanzhou will also start fighting, right?"

"Afraid of the ball!" A man with a shiny face shouted: "It's still far away from us, and you can't hit us here. Let's just drink without worry!"

"I heard that the Marquis of Beiliang killed many people and built two palaces in Shunzhou. Do you think that one day we will be dragged into the battlefield as scapegoats?" A red-headed soldier asked with a bored look on his face.

"The Jin soldiers are not vegetarians. The Beiliang army just succeeded in a sneak attack. If we really want to fight, the Beiliang army will definitely not be their opponent!" A soldier who looked to be the oldest said shamelessly.

He did not realize at all that the Beiliang Army was here to save the people of Liaodong, and that he was just a freeloader waiting to die.

"Whatever!" The person who spoke at the beginning irritably patted the table: "Come on, let's drink ours!"

"Come on, come on, drink!" Several people smiled and picked up their wine glasses.

I haven't finished my wine yet.

"Bang!" With a sound, the door of the house was kicked open, and Xie Xiaolei and several Beiliang soldiers walked in carrying scimitars.

The people who drank too much obviously didn't react yet. The oldest one slapped the table and yelled: "Who! Didn't you see that I'm drinking?"

"Pfft!"

Xie Xiaolei swung his sword, and the red-headed soldier who had screamed earlier was splashed with blood on the spot, and his head rolled to the ground.

Blood splashed on the faces of the other three people. They suddenly woke up and reached for the weapons leaning against the wall. Before they could turn around, they were pushed to the ground by the Beiliang army that swarmed in.

Gradually, screams resounded throughout the entire sword pavilion. The Beiliang Army appeared out of nowhere and panicked them, leaving them unable to resist.
Chapter completed!