After arranging their armor and armor, the fifty cavalry tied their ropes and tied their belongings on the mules and horses, and they were ready to hit the road.
But at this moment, the burly man next to Ou Yefeng suddenly walked out.
This man was extremely tall, a little taller than Xie Changyuan. The muscles on his body were extremely explosive, especially the pair of arms, which were as thick as a young child's waist.
He stepped forward and came to Wang Ben's side in two steps. Standing on the flat ground, he was already as tall as Wang Ben who was sitting on his horse.
Wang Ben glanced at the big man inexplicably. Although he was not afraid of this fierce man with an extremely oppressive physique, he could not help but get goosebumps on his body.
This giant man came to Wang Ben, looked back at Ou Yefeng with a smile, and then whispered to Wang Ben.
"General Wang, my name is Qian Jiang. I have a small unkind request. I hope it will be granted!"
Wang Ben blinked, thought for a moment, and finally nodded.
"Speaking."
The two whispered for a while, during which Wang Ben's original serious expression gradually became relaxed, and at the end of the hearing, there was even a bit of a smile on his face.
He originally thought that Qian Jiang would raise some difficult questions and wondered whether it would delay his journey south, but he didn't expect that this big man just wanted to ask him to bring a message to Xie Changyuan.
This was just a piece of cake. Wang Ben immediately nodded in agreement and immediately set out on the road with his cavalry.
The fifty cavalrymen raised up a cloud of dust and headed south with a bang. The whole formation was neat and uniform. From a distance, they looked like a single cavalryman.
Ou Yefeng and the other three watched them leave, with mixed emotions in their eyes.
This matter is so important that if you go there you will almost die, but it is also an opportunity to make great achievements.
Those who come back alive can basically be promoted to official positions, while those who die in battle are posthumous martyrs.
If the army of the Qin Dynasty were not fighting on the front line, His Majesty the Emperor would definitely be able to divide his troops and go south to participate in the civil strife of the Song Dynasty. In this way, he would be more sure to win over the Song Dynasty as an ally. Naturally, there would be no need to let these fifty body-refining madmen go. Go to death.
Ou Yefeng shook his head, couldn't help but sigh, and then returned to Xianyang City with his granddaughter and apprentice.
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Fifty cavalrymen traveled through the starry night to Hulu Valley. After leaving the valley, they reached the border of the Song Dynasty.
Wang Ben led his people to recuperate at the mouth of the valley for a long time, replenished supplies nearby, and then took out the rubbings of the border defense map of the Song Dynasty garrison to study it.
According to the route provided by Xie Changyuan, their small force can easily avoid the Song army, and it is expected that in half a month they will arrive at Bianliang City without anyone noticing.
"I hope there won't be any accidents on the way, otherwise we will miss General Xie's important event." Wang Ben frowned and murmured to himself.
At this time, Xie Changyuan was stirring up trouble in Bianliang City. This time he asked for reinforcements, it must have been the final word.
For this reason, Wang Ben did not dare to slack off along the way, and marched with all his strength while ensuring not to tire his horses to death, striving to reach Bianliang City as soon as possible.
The strength of the body-refining maniacs far exceeds that of ordinary adults. Their small force, with an average of six levels of body-refining per person, is almost comparable to the combat power of a thousand cavalry. Once put into the battlefield, it is almost a charging meat grinder.
Its importance can play a key role in a war. It is precisely because they understand their own importance that they have to rush to the battlefield as soon as possible.
After the training was over, the fifty people set out on the road again. With their skills and a border defense map, they almost slipped in under the noses of various military regions. It took twelve days without alerting anyone. It's time to reach the hinterland of Song Dynasty.
Now that we have reached a mountainous area, everyone is exhausted and the food on them is almost exhausted.
Wang Ben was about to order an order to rest on the spot, but suddenly he smelled a faint smell of blood, which made the young general frown and feel a sense of vigilance in his heart.
He was at the front of the team and raised his hand to make a gesture.
The forty-nine people behind him immediately fell silent, raising their ears to catch the movement around them.
Not long after, at Wang Ben's signal, everyone dismounted silently, and after exchanging gestures, they lurked into the nearby woods together.
Everyone waited quietly for a long time. The woods were still quiet and foresty, and no figure appeared at the end of the road ahead.
However, the smell of blood in the air still did not dissipate. According to the veteran's judgment, there was at least a melee involving hundreds of people in front of them. Only the blood flowing like this could create such a long-lasting smell of blood.
Wang Ben thought for a moment, and finally asked Pan Si to take the other two people to quietly go over and see what was going on.
Pan Si didn't say much and just led two people to touch it together.
Lowering their figures along the way, the three of them advanced almost in a crawling posture. After climbing over a slope, they looked around and found a small lake downhill ahead.
The scenery here is good, and it is a good place for outings.
But the current situation is a terrible sight, and the bloody scenes add a strong evil aura to this pleasant scenery.
By the lake, there were no less than 500 corpses lying strewn about. These corpses were all wearing armor. Judging from the style, they were obviously from the Imperial Guards of the Song Dynasty.
Pan Si frowned, looking at the corpses everywhere with a heavy heart, and at the same time lowered his body a little further.
"Why are there only the bodies of the Imperial Guards? I didn't see another group of people. Could it be that there was internal strife in this group of Imperial Guards?"
Pan Si was thinking quickly in his mind. Immediately, he ordered one person to go back and report the situation immediately. Then he took another person and lurked there quietly, hoping to discover some more situations.
The grass was stained red with blood. Pan Sifang moved lightly and silently walked past a pile of corpses.
Looking along the way, Pan Si became more and more frightened.
He found that most of the swords in the hands of these imperial guards were broken. Judging from the fractures, it seemed that they were broken by chopping hard on something hard.
Moreover, he is very powerful and can determine the cause of death by looking at the corpses on the ground.
The armors and shields on this group of people all showed signs of being broken or deformed, and the expressions on their faces were very painful. Pan Si basically concluded that these hundreds of people were beaten to death with fists and kicks!
"Killing hundreds of heavily armed soldiers with bare hands. If it was done by the same person, his strength would be at least the eighth level of physical training."
Pan Si's mind was rapidly analyzing. He was approaching Bianliang City and encountered so many dead people inexplicably. It was unclear whether the murderer was an enemy or a friend, and it was unclear whether he had left or was lurking nearby.
There is such an uncertain factor here, which is absolutely disadvantageous!
If it is an enemy, if there is a fight and the whereabouts are revealed, the strength of the eighth stage of body training alone will cause certain losses to the opponent.
Pan Si was about to search nearby, but at this moment, a movement startled him.
With a whoop, a tall, naked figure suddenly jumped out from the small lake nearby.
This person seemed to be diving just now, but now he stuck his head out and shook his hair vigorously, shaking the water out of his hair.
Pan Siqiang pulled out the knife with a loud sound, and his body-protecting Qi circulated rapidly. His eyes were blazing, staring at the person emerging from the lake as if facing a formidable enemy.
The person in front of him had his back turned to him. He was quite tall and muscular, and the proportions of his body were almost comparable to those of Western mythological sculptures.
However, such a strong body is missing a section of his left forearm, which makes this perfect body defective.
"Who are you?" Pan Si shouted sharply.
The person in front had no body-protecting Qi, but no real Qi flowing either. He seemed to be just an ordinary person.
However, normal people would not think that this was an ordinary person. After all, no ordinary person would have the courage to calmly dive by the lake with hundreds of corpses lying around.
The man in the lake in front continued to shake his hair, and after a while he slowly turned around.
Pan Si was stunned for a moment when he saw this man's face, and after looking at it a few more times, he realized that this face was quite familiar, but it was much more mature than ten years ago, and he was also blind in one eye.
The person opposite seemed to recognize Pan Si, and immediately grinned, showing his big white teeth.
"Pan Si, long time no see."
Pan Si laughed loudly and put the knife in his hand back into its sheath.