"That's what I think too. It's a lucky thing that you can escape the disaster. It's unjustifiable to be greedy for credit!" Yingbu nodded.
The next day, the eldest son's motorcade officially entered Xiacai County. There was movement in all directions, and everyone who was interested was at his place, just waiting for the protagonist to appear.
When the convoy reached a canyon section, Meng Tian ordered the convoy to slow down and at the same time sent scouts to enter the canyon first to detect the mountains on both sides to prevent anyone from setting traps on the cliffs.
It was not until the scouts confirmed that there was no danger that the convoy moved forward again.
But just outside the canyon, on a small mountain col that did not seem to be an ambush site, a group of people had been waiting for a long time.
"The intelligence is wrong!" When the mighty motorcade passed by, this group of people discovered that there was a huge flaw in the intelligence.
According to the original intelligence, there was only one young master's chariot pulled by horses in the eldest son's motorcade, but now they saw two identical young master's chariots in front of them.
However, they only have one chance to take action. If they miss a hit, they will not have a second chance to take action. With the quality of the Qin army, they will definitely be able to react immediately.
"There are two carriages, which one will the eldest son of Qin, Fusu, be in?" the warrior responsible for the stone-throwing sneak attack asked as he looked at the counselor beside him.
The counselor also hesitated. There is only one chance. If you miss it, there will be no second chance.
"Second one!" Suddenly, the counselor's eyes lit up and he saw Meng Tian, who was wearing treasure armor among the crowd of the convoy.
The person who can be protected by Meng Tian must be the real eldest son, Fusu, who is in the car.
Meng Tian naturally paid attention to this inconspicuous hill for the first time, and also saw a strong man standing on the top of the hill.
But when Meng Tian saw it, the other party also launched an attack, and a polished boulder flew out of the strong man's hand.
"Enemy attack, defend!" Meng Tian, who saw the boulder flying towards him, also immediately ordered defense.
It's just that the boulder came so fast and violently that they didn't even have time to react before it slammed down on the chariot.
For a moment, the entire convoy was in chaos.
After the boulder was thrown, the dead soldiers lurking on both sides of the official road also rushed towards the convoy, constantly trying to cause chaos.
"The opportunity has come!" The red-haired God Killer and other Mohist disciples who had also been waiting for a long time immediately blended into the crowd and threw the corpse of Zhan Ri into the crowd, as well as the Eight Swords of the King of Yue.
land.
"Everyone in the world is white, but I am only black. I have to attack the Mo Sect and love my whole life!" While leading the Mo Sect disciples into the crowd, he sang loudly, and the red-haired God Killer led the people into the chaos.
In the array.
"It's the masters of the Mo family who have come to help!" Meng Tian reacted immediately, so he ignored the dead soldiers who rushed into the convoy, and instead ordered the soldiers to form a formation and rush towards the small mountain col.
"Captain Yingbu of Dragon City and Captain Jibu of Navy, come to escort us!" Slightly slower than the Mo family, Yingbu and Jibu also rushed to the scene with their own guards.
"It's you..." Then, before Meng Tian could react, he heard a loud shout in his ears, and was attracted by the sound, wondering who dared to assassinate the eldest son's motorcade.
It was just that the shadowy figures, coupled with the Mohist disciples running back and forth to cover him up, made it impossible for him to see clearly who was yelling and who he was fighting against at the first time.
But where the sound came from, there was a violent vibration. It was obvious that there were experts fighting.
"This play... looks just like the real thing!" Ying Bu and Ji Bu looked at each other. If they hadn't known that there would be such a play, they would have been deceived.
However, soon, the two of them also discovered that something was wrong. The red-haired God Killer seemed to have really encountered a powerful enemy and was not acting.
Because the red-haired God Killer has separated the battlefield, the Mohist disciples have also set up a large formation and are waiting.
"I never thought that the eldest son of the Qin State would be worthy of the red-haired commander, one of the two commanders of the Mohist God Swordsman, to come in person." A hoarse and gloomy voice came from the battlefield.
"General Mengtian and the eldest son will leave first, leave this place to us!" The red-haired killer looked solemnly at the old man in the field.
It turned out that he was really acting, and he yelled "It's you" randomly, trying to create an atmosphere so that he could throw his body away.
Who would have thought that after he finished speaking, a dead soldier suddenly turned around and glanced at him, and then struck him with a sudden and swift palm.
The red-haired God Killer felt that the hairs all over his body were standing on end, as danger was coming, and he decisively drew his sword to fight back. Only then did he confirm that a master no less than himself had actually sneaked in.
It was just that he mistakenly thought that he had recognized the other party's identity, and the matter was exposed, so he took action with hatred.
"I haven't walked around in the world for nearly sixty years. How did the red-haired commander recognize me?" The old man in black asked, looking at the red-haired killer in front of him.
The red-haired God Killer looked at the old man in front of him solemnly, but he was cursing secretly in his heart, I know who you are? You just yelled like that, and you showed up on your own and even shocked me!
Seeing that the red-haired god refused to answer, the old man thought of himself and said, "As expected of the Mohist family, black and white are pervasive. Even I, a man who has evaded the world for many years, can still remember it!"
"We are in trouble, set up a formation!" The red-haired divine killer scolded in a low voice, ordering the Mohist disciples to set up a large formation to prepare to meet the enemy, while preventing other Qin soldiers from getting closer.
After all, in a fight of this level, ordinary soldiers are not even cannon fodder, and the sword energy emanating from them can kill people.
"Who is he?" Gao Jianli looked at the old man solemnly and asked the red-haired God Killer in a low voice.
The red-haired God Killer didn't answer. It would be great if he knew. This old immortal appeared out of nowhere and almost scared him to death.
"Don't ask any more questions. Send a signal and ask Princess Feiyan to come. I can't keep him alone!" The red-haired God Killer sent Gao Jian away to invite people.
At their level, it's very difficult to kill the opponent one on one, but they can still run away if they can't beat them, so there is no one to help them plunder the formation, and they can't keep the opponent at all.
At the same time, the red-haired God Killer was also thinking rapidly in his mind, taking a seat and matching the identity of the old man.
In Chu Di, it’s the person from sixty years ago again!
In the end, the red-haired God Killer still had a confused look on his face. Sixty years ago, his father wasn't even born at that time. How could he have any impression? Even if the Mo family's intelligence retained the intelligence of experts from sixty years ago, who would go there?
What about the information about those masters who might have died and turned into bones?
The most important thing is that the other party retired to seclusion sixty years ago, which means that the other party was already a famous master sixty years ago, and his age at that time was directly above eighty or ninety.
Such a master may be a contemporary of his grandfather or even his grandfather's grandfather. If he is considered the king of Qin, he must be a figure from the period of King Qin Huiwen.
"Actually, it's not like I haven't killed Mr. Qin before!" the old man smiled sternly.