Thirty miles north of Shuofang, there is another small fortress, which is also located on a towering mound.

The fort village was originally unknown, but because it was stationed in the village with a famous guard, it was called "Zengzhai first" over time.

The gate of the village was closed and the suspension bridge was pulled up. Liu Tugou and Yang Xiongji stood outside the village on their mounts, looking up at the soldiers guarding the gate of the first guard on the corner tower.

The soldier's round face, square nose, big ears and thick lips, but his eyes were narrow and long, which destroyed his appearance that should have been honest and honest, but instead gave people a sense of shame.

He was not the fiery red armored robe of the Great Zhou army, but a thin black silk jacket. He was wearing a thin black silk jacket. He was squatting on the wooden eaves of the corner tower in the chilly spring season, looking down, smiling coldly.

"Xindian? One is a young boy who has just been weaned, and the other is a fool who is obviously a bandit but wants to pretend to be a scholar. It's really unlucky to come to die while he is on duty."

Although he spoke to the two people below with disdain, his eyes were only wandering back and forth on their weapons and mounts, and there was no look of contempt on his face.

Mr. Liu, who looked like a harmless boy, grinned and said, "This master, we two offended people and had no choice but to take this path. Please keep in touch with each other."

He took out a letter from his arms, threw it away with his hand, and the light envelope shot at the black-clad military soldier.

The soldiers were slightly moved. The skill of holding hands as light as heavy was at least the level of cultivation in the middle level of Qi training.

Instead of answering with his hands, he kept squatting and kicking, cut off the letter with his toes, and swept his eyes. It was clearly covered with the fire paint from General Shuofang's mansion.

He nodded, with a little more cautious and kindness on his face, and said with a smile: "The gate of the village first is only open for two types of people, one is the living village people, and the other is the dead village people. You are neither of them now. You either find a way to get up by yourself or go home to have breastfeed!"

Liu Tugou looked at the towering village wall. Although it was not entirely made of hard bluestone like Shuofang City, it was just rammed earth to make the city, but the mounds as the foundation were not low, which made it a steep height of more than ten feet from the ground. It was just a matter of just a person. When the mounts entered and exited, they could only put down the huge suspension bridge.

"No negotiation?"

The black-clothed whistle guard immediately whistled, and a dozen men in black uniforms immediately appeared on the empty wall, and raised the extremely huge bronze crossbow in their hands.

Unlike the light hunting crossbows used by the Yunqiwei, these men are large divine arm crossbows that can only be used by two or three people in the ordinary army. The flat-stretched crossbow body is one person's body length, and the crossbow arrows used are also as long as the length of the adult's arms and the thickness of the thumb. At such a close distance, there is no need for special arrows such as armor-breaking arrows. As long as they shoot, three or five arrows will go down to practice Qi, masters will also have to feel regret.

"What do you think?"

The second master grinned and said, "Good guys, they are all successful men who have established foundations. They can also be taken to the local county army and the centurion. The first to climb the Wei Dynasty is indeed extraordinary."

He suddenly slapped Awei on the head, and the demon horse's eyes immediately turned bloody and a long neighing sound, flying upwards, crashing into the thick wooden suspension bridge.

Bang!

The suspension bridge was too high, and the white horse's rushing force was inevitably slowing down gradually. Ten divine arm crossbows that were still unable to move suddenly at the first moment when one person and one horse moved, finally shot deadly crossbow arrows, shooting from different angles at the white horse, which had nowhere to borrow strength. Because the timing was extremely accurate, it seemed that someone gently plucked a string, and the ten strings were connected into a long aftertaste of the lingering sound.

A cruel smile appeared on the black-clothed whistleman's face, and only a thought flashed through his mind: "What a pity this good horse."

As expected, one man and one horse would be like those ignorant guys in the past, and be blown into a pile of bright red meat under the village wall by powerful crossbow arrows.

Liu Tugou was in his hand, waved his sleeves, and drew several extremely fast and clear arcs in the air.

The black-clothed whistle guard's pupils contracted, and he watched the boy in the mahjong not only casually knocked all the crossbow arrows shot at him, but also stepped heavily on the horse's back. While pressing the white horse down to avoid the crossbow arrows, the man had already used his power to leap and fly towards the corner tower.

Although the black-clothed whistle guard was still shocked, he slapped his arms forward with a grim smile, and threw out two strange-shaped flying knives like silver threads. He then picked up a long and shiny sword from his feet, jumped out of the wall without hesitation, and rushed down towards the coming momentum of the boy in the clothes.

Awei was safe and sound. After falling back to the ground, he grinned at Liu Tugou. If the Second Master had not slapped a wisp of knife energy into his meridians, how could the White Horse Monster, who had already been psychic, suddenly became crazy?

Half of the ten black-clothed crossbowmen began to rewind, half of them threw down the big crossbow, pulled out their weapons in their hands, and while watching the battle situation, they did not forget to throw vigilant eyes at Yang Xiong's halberd. This guy not only carried a big iron halberd that looked like a weapon, but his mount under his crotch looked even more extraordinary. Compared with the white horse that looked majestic but could climb mountains, it was not surprising that even if the green cow with fangs flew up the next moment.

Yang Xiong's halberd did not move. He was just a foundation-building cultivation, and he went up to find death.

Liu Tugou looked up slightly. The second master, who had always been a fierce tiger, was pushed down the mountain, was extremely unhappy.

He rotated in the air like an earthworm digging through the mud, and instantly changed to a forward rush. After two flying knives, he suddenly turned over and turned to face upwards. He reached out to pinch the ankles of the black-clothed whistle guard, and spit out his spiritual energy and controlled the other party's meridians.

The black-clothed whistle guard was shocked and was about to lift the knife to stab him. He felt a sharp sword energy entering his body, and his whole body was painful, and his spiritual energy immediately dispersed like numbness.

Liu Tugou chuckled and said, "Go!"

His arm swung downwards like a windmill, and he pushed his body to flip a somersault, throwing the black-clothed whistle guard towards the suspension bridge, but he used this unlucky guy as a siege hammer.

This was beyond everyone's expectations. With a thunderous sound, the heavy wooden board was knocked into a big hole almost immediately.

Liu Tugou did not follow the trend through the big hole, but instead soared into the sky with the force of throwing, jumping to a corner of the top of the suspension bridge.

The entrance to the eyes is a thick iron chain made of several kinked and entangled iron chains.

He raised his hand and fell to his sword and cut off one of the iron chains.

The broken iron chain collapsed like a whip and whipped hard on the village wall, knocking off a layer of loess.

The iron chain was shocking, but the suspension bridge was still motionless.

Five crossbow arrows flew over and blocked Liu Tugou's body, but the second master skillfully avoided four. One of them escaped from the net shot directly into the middle of the second master's eyebrows, almost penetrated his mind, but was blocked by a short blade that came first.

The huge force knocked Liu Tugou away. The second master was really upset after landing on the ground. He looked up at the figure who shot a tricky arrow from the village wall.

It was a young man in black. Apart from his thick eyebrows and big eyes, his appearance was not outstanding, but there was a faint green aura on his face, which looked a little weird.

This man appeared behind the wall and snatched a big crossbow and pulled the trigger in a flash. Although it did not cause any damage, he successfully repelled the second master.

Then the black-clothed whistle guard who had just made a siege hammer climbed up the village wall along the rope hanging from the city, which looked almost unharmed on the surface.

His eyes at Liu Tugou were filled with fear, not only because of the bone-knitting sword energy that made him unable to move in pain, but also because of a thin layer of energy attached to his back at that moment. If it weren't for this, I'm afraid he wouldn't be seriously injured at this moment. Even so, he had suffered a serious internal injury.

The young man held the letter from General Shuofang's mansion in his hand, looked carefully twice, and raised his hand and said, "Put down the suspension bridge and welcome the two brothers into the village."
Chapter completed!