In front of this powerful Golden Tent Knife Hand, the generous death of these Xiliang scouts seemed to have become a joke.

However, in just thirty breaths, six other good scouts from Xiliang were killed by his sword, and they all had the same fate: with one sword, the knife was cut off and the person died.

However, the wounds of these Xiliang scouts were all in front. None of them had a knife on their backs, and none of them had died with their backs facing the golden tent.

Whether it was the massacre of the Golden Tent Knife Hand or the generous scout of Xiliang's death, there was no roar or shout. This was the war of spies. Born in Wuxu, died in Wuxu, and eventually buried in Wuxu. Apart from robes and family, no one in this world will remember their faces, nor will anyone remember their voices.

The right arm of the Golden Tent Knife skillfully turned slightly, avoiding the Xiliang Knife cut from the left, and then the left hand formed a fist, and a heavy arm directly smashed down. The sky spirit cover behind the person who tried to assassinate the Golden Tent Knife silently was split directly under this heavy hammer, and the red and white splashed out eight feet away.

The Xiliang spy held a knife in his right hand, stabbed forward for two inches after catching the inertia, then stood there and shook it slightly, and then fell down forward with a bang.

Jinzhangdao hand frowned slightly, raised his fist with his left hand and placed it in front of him to take a look, then picked up a piece of animal skin with his right hand and gently wiped the back of his hand. The first time scars appeared on the back of his hand.

However, this scar was not cut by the Xiliang Sword, but was pierced by a broken bone of the dead Xiliang scout.

Jin Teng Dao Hand gently pulled out the irregular bone fragment on the back of his hand, put it in front of him and threw the bone fragment on the ground, picked up the animal skin and gently wiped his wound a few times, and finally spoke the first sentence after reaching Huangyingcheng: "Your bones are really hard."

The Qian people are used to calling the Qian people Qian people and the Western Liang people Liang people. In the eyes of those Qirong people, Qian people and Liang people are completely different. Qian people can conquer the world, and rely entirely on the large number of people. Even if they now own the world, Qirong people are not very good at these Qian people, and they look down on the strange tricks and tricks of these Qian people. But Liang people are different. Liang people have fought with Han people, Qian people, and grassland barbarians have fought.

In the eyes of Qirong Barbarians, Liang people are real tough guys, who can fight, resist, fight and retreat. Therefore, although Qirong Barbarians regard Xiliang people as their mortal enemies, they also respect Xiliang people. Therefore, during the battle, they will show all their strength. However, after the battle is over, they will not humiliate the bodies of Xiliang people. Instead, they will return the bodies of Xiliang people to Xiliang when conditions permit, or hold a decent funeral for them.

Wang Degui, who was lying on the ground, was hanging in his breath, could naturally hear the words of the Golden Tent Knife Hand. He sneered disdainfully and cheered up and replied loudly: "When will the bones of Xiliang people have softened?"

As the Golden Tent Dao Hand walked towards another inconspicuous corner, he replied casually: "The bones of your Xiliang people are indeed very hard, but this is only when facing us foreigners. When you face the Qian people with a larger official position than you, all your hard bones will disappear and become flattering inferior people. To be honest, I really don't understand what you Liang people like you think. You can be a lonely wolf who walks alone for thousands of miles, but you are willing to be shackles and be a Daqian watchdog. What do you think?"

Wang Degui sneered disdainfully, spit out a mouthful of blood foam, and sneered: "You barbarians like you know nothing, benevolence, righteousness, politeness, wisdom, trustworthiness, gentleness, respect, frugality, what do you know among these ten items? "Three Character Classic", "Hundred Family Surnames", and "Thousand Character Text"? Even you have only had words in nearly a hundred years. A hundred years ago, we were us, we recorded words for you, and your history was for you, do you understand!"

Jin Ting Dao shook his head calmly, and wiped the blood on the golden knife and replied calmly: "I admit that what you said is true, but what is the meaning of these? Although there is no text, our inheritance, our military tactics, and our tactics have all been passed down. So what if there is no text? Da Gan is still no match for us. When you don't have text, you played a similar match with Qirong. Now you have text, but it is still equal to Qirong. So, what is the function of the words in your mouth?"

Wang Degui is also a martial artist. He doesn't know a lot of words. He thinks that the golden tent knife hand is definitely wrong, but he can't tell what is wrong. At this moment, he suddenly remembered that when those staff and scholars met soldiers in the military camp, they really couldn't tell the truth from him, they often said this sentence. So Wang Degui followed the expressions and tone of the old scholars, and said disdainfully: "A common man is disdainful to plan."

Sure enough, as soon as these eight words were spoken, the steps of the Golden Tent Knife Hand were slightly stopped. He turned his head and looked at Wang Degui who was lying on the ground and breathing a sigh of relief. He actually changed his pace in an instant and walked towards Wang Degui directly.

Wang Degui was particularly calm at this time. Seeing the huge figure of Jin Tingdao's hand walking towards him step by step, a smile appeared on his face in an uncontrollable way.

Perhaps he himself didn't know what he chose to come to Huangying City that day. He has been a spy for seventeen years and killed countless people. He could not count the injuries he suffered. If he really threw away the Xiliang Knife in his hand one day, picked up a hoe and put on a straw raincoat, and lived the kind of pastoral farmer who worked in and out of the sun, would he really be able to live?

In the past seventeen years, at least four times, the robe next to him was blocking the fatal knife for him with his life. For nothing else, just because he was still a blind old mother behind Wang Degui, and a yellow-faced woman was waiting for him to come back. So at those four life-and-death moments, the robe next to him blocked the knife for him.

Now whenever Wang Degui closes his eyes, he will vaguely see the dead robes around him, as if he is thinking about what he is saying, but no matter how hard he tries, he can't hear what they are saying.

Seeing the Golden Tent Knife Hand walking towards him step by step, Wang Degui remembered a song that a brother used to sing. The song was very beautiful. Unfortunately, it was too long, and Wang Degui could only remember the best two sentences:

"The clouds disperse, the bright moon shines on people; the reunion is happy, and we are drunk today."
Chapter completed!