"No." The captive's attitude was very certain, "Although Hong Rantian rarely appears in front of us, he never wears a mask at least three times a month."
"That's it-" Liang Xi smiled bitterly at Mr. Bu Lan's father, feeling that several people had guessed wrong, then turned around and asked the prisoner, "What clothes do he usually wear?"
"The Red-Haired Demon Army is all in the same bright red clothes, but—" The captive's voice made Liang Xi's eyes lit up.
Originally, he wanted to keep it a secret, but when he saw the lord's gaze that almost sucked people, his courage almost fell out of his anus and said quickly: "But Hong Rantian's hair is black."
"Black?" Liang Xi compared the captive Hong Rantian's appearance described by the captive with the masked man he met before, and found that there was no comparison at all, so he waved his hand in frustration, "You guys go down first."
The three prisoners were too afraid of Liang Xi. When they heard Liang Xi ask them to go back, they were as if they were amnesty and hurried out of the room.
The atmosphere in the room was a little depressed for a moment.
I originally thought I could learn something about the masked man, but I didn't expect that it would be inconsistent with Hong Rantian, the leader of the Red-Haired Demon Army, and the clues were cut off in an instant.
Although he is not a masked man or Hong Rantian himself, the masked man is red-haired and dressed in red. Liang Xi believes that even if he is not a member of the Red-haired Demon Army, he must have a great relationship with the Red-haired Demon Army.
"So far, we have almost no understanding of the robber gang, and it's hard to deal with it now." Liang Xi scratched his head and smiled bitterly.
Dad Bu Lan couldn't help but blush.
They resist multiple attacks from the robber gang every year, but each time they are passive defense and never take the initiative to attack, so it is inevitable that they cannot understand the enemy's true strength.
Liang Xi pinched his eyebrows and thought for a while, saying, "Be careful recently. The rainy season is getting closer. I feel that those robbers should have big moves. If they don't come, what will they eat in the rainy season?"
"Then that masked man--" Old Man Bulan hesitated.
Liang Xi was not worried: "I was injured so seriously, what do you think he will be like?"
After receiving Liang Xi's comfort, the heavy stones in everyone's hearts were put down a little.
After a few people discussed again, Bulan's father and the elders went out, and Lin Xian'er and Erya all returned to their rooms, leaving Liang Xi to rest well.
In the next few days, the Medical clans would boil fragrant medicine for Liang Xi and Erya to take three meals in the morning, noon and evening.
Liang Xi didn't know what this medicine soup was made of, but it was certain that it must be priceless.
The Medical Clans have developed in the mountains for tens of millions of years, and there are countless magical medicines. There are also the blood essence stones given to them by Liang Xi as an auxiliary. The medicinal properties of the medicine soup have been increased by several times, in just two or three days,
Liang Xi and Erya's bodies have almost recovered.
In the morning, Liang Xi was sleeping with her pillow in her arms, and she was about to fall asleep when the door was suddenly pounding.
"Sir, sir, there is something wrong!" Marcus's panicked voice came from outside the door.
Liang Xi opened the door with a sleepy look and asked dissatisfiedly: "Who made you fertilize?"
"City, there are so many people coming from outside the city!" Maku gasped. He couldn't hear the teasing meaning of Liang Xi's words just now, and thought that someone was saying that scared him.
When Liang Xi heard Maku's words, his eyes lit up and he calculated with his fingers. The caravan that Li Changan said should have arrived, and the one who came outside Tomato City was the one who came?
After quickly and clearly tidying up, Liang Xi came down to the city wall accompanied by Maku.
Seeing the scene outside the city, Liang Xi couldn't help but say a word.
Dad Bu Lan and others were also walking towards the city wall. When Liang Xi arrived, they hurried over to meet him.
Liang Xi pointed to the vast crowd in the distance and said, "Dad, is that a caravan?"
Dad Bu Lan did not turn around and nodded: "Yes, Li Changan has sent someone to inform him just now."
Liang Xi couldn't help but curse again.
There are all kinds of swords, guns, swords and halberds on the opposite side, as well as chariots and horses, and even several war cavalry in the army - Yangyan Beast.
Yangyan Beast is one of the few combat cavalry in the army. It is more than two meters tall and nearly five meters long. It is golden all over. It has long lion-like beards on its chin, three sharp corners on its forehead, and its limbs are strong and powerful. It faces the enemy.
The impact is amazing at the time, and the stone wall that is two meters thick when raided can easily be smashed.
The trained selfire beast can even burn flames on its hooves, leaving burning marks on the ground when it runs rapidly.
The ratio of war horses and Yangyan beasts claimed to be in the Chu army was one to forty-nine, which means that there was only one Yangyan beast in the 50-person team.
A 100-man Yangyan Beast Cavalry can easily wipe out ordinary cavalry with a hundred times the number of them.
The one-to-one combat power makes the Yangyan Beast the most intuitive manifestation of the strength of the cavalry troops of various countries.
If the cavalry troops of any country have more Yangyan beasts, then they are powerful.
In the so-called caravan opposite, Liang Xiguang saw at least ten cavalrymen riding the Yangyan beast patrolling.
"This is not a caravan. They actually want to come to attack the city!" Liang Xi said with a lip voice.
I have to say that he was a little jealous.
Seeing Liang Xi's surprise, Old Man Bu Lan didn't care: "If you have to pass through the area on the banks of the Sangqu River, ordinary caravans naturally dare not, because they will face many robbers and generally dare to cross the Sangqu River.
The caravans on the riverside will bring some samurai who are raised by the family—”
Dad Bu Lan wanted to continue talking, but Liang Xi had already pulled his chin and asked him to turn his head towards the caravan.
Old Man Bu Lan staggered, his chin almost hit the ground, his eyes almost popped out of his sockets, and he was a little panting when he spoke: "Yang, Yang Yan Beast!"
Not only him, but the others in Yangdu City saw the majestic Yangyan Beast Cavalry patrolling, and their eyes were wider than goose eggs.
This is so fucking exaggerated!
Sang Zhulan and several other crocodile warriors pointed at the golden Yangyan beast in the distance with interest: "Look at those humans, they are only a little bit small when they sit on them. We will be more suitable than them.
I don’t know how handsome he is! And the Yangyan Beast is raised like a sheep by them, it’s a waste!”
The speaker has no intention and listens to the listener. Liang Xi’s eyes are circling, and his stomach is full of bad water begins to flutter.
"Dad, how many people are there in their caravan?" Liang Xi deliberately took the word "caravan" a little harder.
Dad Bu Lan understood what Liang Xi meant, smacked his lips, squinted his eyes and looked into the distance for a while, and said, "If you are conservatively estimating, there are at least more than 300 people, but their equipment looks very unusual!