Chapter 287: Burning the boat and killing the cat, how can we forgive him!
Renfengfang.
This house is just east of Nanshi. Based on the principle of proximity, Li Yan first visited the house here.
This house was given to Gong Siye by the Xiao Chamber of Commerce five years ago and is located in the northeast of Fang City.
It was almost the curfew time, and people on the streets were walking back one after another. The shops and vendors in the square were full of expectations and were ready to have fun inside.
Compared with the lively scene, the alley where Li Yan came seemed very deserted. He parked the lion on the street and looked at the target house: "Wait for me here. I'll be back as soon as I go."
Lion Cong hissed lightly, feeling calm and confident that this master would really come as soon as he came.
Li Yaner listened in all directions, chose a position, and jumped into the courtyard.
Landing silently, he glanced around and saw that this was the backyard garden.
The flowers have withered and the weeds have grown, but there are still lights in the house not far away.
Obviously it's not that no one lives here, it's that the people who live here don't have the time to take care of the garden.
Li Yan walked towards the light.
Soon, four clear breathing sounds came into my ears, and a moment later, another voice sounded.
But Li Yan frowned.
Because what is spoken in it is neither Tang dialect nor Tubo Tibetan.
Li Yan listened for a moment and felt that it was probably not a Turkic language.
Since there are many miscellaneous people in Liangzhou, including many Turks, Li Yan listened a lot and could roughly distinguish them, at least he could understand a few words.
But I have never heard of this kind of language. There are some syllables that are similar to Chinese, but they are different.
He thought for a while, walked around half a circle, walked to the window from the other side, and looked inside.
I saw four people sitting at a table. They all had flat faces, round heads, and narrow eyes. Their robes were tied backwards to their chests, and the brims of their hats were embroidered with colorful silk.
When he saw this appearance, Li Yan suddenly realized: "Goguryeo people? It turns out they speak ancient Korean..."
However, based on the language alone, we cannot say that these four people were slaves of Goguryeo.
They may also be survivors of Baekje or Silla people.
At this time in history, Silla had begun to be dishonest. The reason was very simple. The Tang Dynasty had lost to Tibet and was no longer the invincible and invincible power.
But now that Tubo's arrogance has been suppressed again, and Tuyuhun has regained its foothold on the plateau under the protection of the Tang Dynasty, Silla immediately became obedient, as well-behaved as a great-grandson.
Therefore, Li Yan preferred the people inside, who were the remnants of Goguryeo and Baekje, two countries that had perished.
This was the edge of the mansion, so he turned around and prepared to leave without further delay.
However, at this moment, one of them spoke in a high-pitched voice, took out something from his waist, shook it in a showy way, and then screamed indiscriminately.
Li Yan stopped immediately: "Shence Crossbow?"
His eyes were so keen, he could clearly see the specially made crossbow with just one glance.
It was exactly the same as the Shence crossbow that Cheng Wuzhong handed him for inspection in the village.
There were not many bows and crossbows in the Tang Dynasty, so the Beiya Baiqi could be taken out of the palace due to their special status. Other forbidden troops may be able to contact them in the palace, but they must be strictly searched when leaving the palace.
Not even a single crossbow arrow is allowed to be taken out.
Such a crossbow actually appeared on the body of a person who spoke Korean. Li Yan didn't say anything and dodged in.
The four of them were also extremely vigilant. Almost as soon as Li Yan appeared in the room, they reached out to touch the saber at his waist.
But Tianlang's speed was extremely fast. Li Yan easily crossed the ten-meter distance with lightning speed, grabbed the two people's heads, slapped them in the middle, and then kicked him with one foot, hitting the third one.
Personal chin.
The three of them didn't even have time to scream. They all fell to the ground and passed out. Only the man holding the crossbow was left, screaming and shooting an arrow.
Li Yan turned his upper body slightly to the side, retracted his feet, took a leisurely step forward, and pinched his neck like a mountain of fingers.
The Shence crossbow fell to the ground, and the man's not tall body was lifted up directly. He wanted to resist, but he couldn't raise the slightest strength at all. He could only hear an indifferent voice: "Are you a survivor of Goguryeo?"
After asking, the man felt his palms loosen slightly, giving him room to speak, but he felt a surge of hatred, and he opened his mouth to spit.
"Crack!"
Li Yan broke his neck without hesitation, picked up the second unconscious man on the ground, and began to ask.
"Click!" "Click!"
Qiu Shenji shook his head when he saw this interrogation method.
But now, Li Yan really didn't have time to ask slowly.
Fortunately, it is simple and crude, and it also has simple and crude effects.
After hearing this question and looking at the corpses of his three companions, the last person who woke up was immediately frightened and replied repeatedly: "I am a Korean! I am a Korean!"
According to the official statement in history, it is indeed called Goguryeo. Li Yan is accustomed to calling Goguryeo, which is a calling habit of later generations. It must be distinguished from another Goryeo, otherwise it is easy to get confused.
The focus now is not on this word difference. The key is that there is no Goryeo anymore. Li Yan squeezed his fingers slightly: "Goryeo was destroyed by the Tang Dynasty long ago. A slave who has subjugated his country, still dare to call him a Goryeo? Who are you?"
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The eyes of the Goguryeo survivors showed hatred, but they were overwhelmed by fear. They nodded repeatedly: "I am a Goguryeo survivor! I am a Goguryeo survivor!"
Li Yan asked: "What is your name? How did you get here? Who gave you this crossbow?"
The psychological defense of the Goguryeo survivors was broken, and they all confessed: "I have no name, others call me a slave, and they and I are all slaves who were sold. This crossbow is awarded to those who have meritorious service."
Li Yan pinched him and continued to ask: "You are full of energy and blood, and your strength is not weak. You are obviously a slave of the survivors, but you are so capable. Is it because you have been trained here and practiced hard here?"
Xiannu really didn't understand what it was like to be caught all in one encounter, but it was this inhuman and terrifying strength that made him fear in his heart and said in a trembling voice: "Yes, we have been practicing martial arts here for several times.
years."
This chapter is not finished yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Li Yan looked at the first Goguryeo survivor to die: "He just showed off this crossbow. Did he get it not long ago? Did he make it?
What kind of merit can you get such a reward?"
Xiannu said: "He is willing to bring fire oil to burn the boat!"
Kerosene, like stone paint, is a name used by the ancients for petroleum. Li Yan's face suddenly darkened: "Where is the kerosene?"
Xiannu said: "It seems to be hidden in the cellar, I don't know where it is specifically."
Li Yan asked: "What does the person who guides you in practicing Qigong look like?"
Xiannu whispered: "He is also a survivor of Goryeo. He is tall and short, but looks very ordinary."
Li Yan finally asked: "Besides this, what else do you know?"
The slave was immediately shocked and begged: "Spare my life! Spare my life!"
Li Yan shook his head: "You thieves are always willing to burn the ship, which has exceeded my bottom line. I will give you another piece of advice. If Goryeo falls, you must speak Tang dialect!"
"Crack!"
After Xian Nu's body fell, Li Yan picked up the Shence Crossbow, put it on his waist, and walked all the way to the front yard.
Along the way, he discovered another group of Turks.
Of course, under the same conditions, we still have to call the Turkic survivors, after all, both the Eastern and Western Turks are now dead.
After cutting the throats of several Turks with a chain knife, Li Yan followed suit, leaving the most timid one to ask the question: "Where is the kerosene to burn the ship?"
The Turkic survivors said in stumbling Tang Dynasty dialect: "It's in the front yard. It was originally hidden in the cellar. It was just moved out yesterday. They said they were going to take action."
Li Yan asked again: "What does the person who teaches you Qigong look like?"
The Turkic survivors proudly said: "That is an old Turkic man with powerful skills!"
Li Yan broke his neck: "If the Turks are destroyed, they will speak Tang Dynasty dialect."
Going further, he even found several well-trained Kunlun slaves.
It automatically blends into the night, but the sound of breathing cannot be covered up.
These words were completely unintelligible, and he couldn't even speak the Tang Dynasty dialect. Li Yan drew his sword like the wind and reached the front yard without stopping.
The front yard often represents the owner's appearance, such as the prime minister's mansion. Polo matches are even held in the front yard.
To play polo, not only a wide ground is enough, but loess is also compacted and leveled inch by inch to ensure that the ground is smooth, and then oil is repeatedly poured on the court until it is as bright as a mirror.
Now, there is indeed a lot of oil here, but it is just filled in a can and placed in the center.
Before the person arrived, he smelled the strange smell of oil in his nose, and his expression became solemn.
The natural phenomenon of oil has long been understood by the ancients and recorded in the "Book of Changes". It was initially used in the Han Dynasty. By the Northern and Southern Dynasties, oil had been actually used in battles. For example, more than a hundred years ago, there were examples of oil helping to defend a city:
The Turks surrounded Jiuquan, used fat (oil) to light a fire, and burned their attacking tools. The water became brighter, and Jiuquan relied on it to get relief.
Presumably, when the Turks discovered that the siege equipment was on fire but could not be extinguished with water, they were extremely frightened. After their psychological collapse, they naturally retreated.
However, among the people, even in the Sui and Tang Dynasties, oil was not very useful, and the stone candles made from it were not popular and were a local specialty. Therefore, unless this thing had been mined locally, people in other places would not understand it. The candles on Luoyang Pier
The officials obviously didn't know how powerful this thing was.
Li Yan looked at the oil piled in the courtyard, but he knew very well that if it were really ignited and burned on the Luoshui River, the ship would be completely destroyed.
Apparently, after the thieves discovered that they had checked for potential safety hazards in Beishi City, they were ready to set fire to the boat without stopping!
Li Yan moved his hands, and was more ruthless than them. He took off the Shence crossbow from his waist and aimed directly at a leader guarding Oil.
"Whoosh!"
The moment the crossbow arrow flew out, his whole body jumped out.
When the crossbow accurately hit the leader's throat, the chain knife's light flashed brightly and cut off the torch in the guard's hand.
"Enemy attack!!"
When the fire went out and the surrounding area fell into darkness, the light from outside faintly filtered in. In front of everyone's eyes, they could only vaguely see the light of swords like waterfalls, and countless terrifying sounds poured into their ears.
The sound of weapons breaking! The sound of cloth being torn! The sound of blood splattering! The sound of corpses falling to the ground——
The sounds reached my ears, and finally they all converged into screams, bringing life into the arms of death.
When the chain knife that had shaken off the blood was returned to its sheath, Li Yan reached out and grabbed the last thief.
The thief, wearing a futou and a round collar and large sleeves, begged for mercy in standard Tang Dynasty dialect: "Spare my life! Spare your life!"
Li Yan held him up and tilted his head: "Not only do you want to burn the boat, but you also want to kill the cat, right?"