Underground in the backyard is where the Admiralty Escort Agency's fletching factory is located.
Of course Yuan Mingkong also knew about the existence of the fletching factory, so he told it openly.
However, no one's generosity is without reason, especially between two people who have just known each other for less than an hour. Not to mention that one of their surnames is Yuan and the other is Zhao.
When he couldn't figure out what the other party wanted to do, Zhao Rang would always choose to remain silent, not even thinking of perfunctory. Sometimes he would just shut up and listen carefully, which would make his mind clearer.
But after Yuan Mingkong finished talking about the feather arrow transaction in the valley, he remained silent. The two of them were silent for a long time, until the wick of the candle on the table had burned out for a long time, and the candlelight began to shake uncontrollably.
Only then did the solemn atmosphere among people relax.
After all, Zhao Rang was the better one. Yuan Mingkong stretched his arms, yawned, and said casually:
"Starting from here, a hundred and twenty miles away, we reach the territory of Zhonglan, the last kingdom of the four kingdoms in the Western Region."
Zhao Rang knew about this country in the Western Regions long before he left home.
Among the four countries in the Western Region, Lan Mo was only ranked last in terms of national strength, but it was the most radical and brutal country, and even regarded robbery as the foundation of its country.
Yuan Mingkong saw the change in Zhao Rang's expression, and was about to continue talking when an eagle cry suddenly came from the yard outside the house.
Immediately afterwards, sharp sounds of breaking through the air sounded one after another. Zhao Rang subconsciously turned his head. He reached out and caught a flying arrow.
The shaft of this arrow is about half shorter than ordinary arrows, the feathers at the tail are also incomplete, and the workmanship is extremely rough.
It is difficult to ensure the stability of such arrows after being shot. Only when shot at a very close distance with great force can accuracy and lethality be guaranteed.
Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong looked at each other, and they blew out the candles on the table almost at the same time.
Sure enough, once the candles were extinguished, no more arrows were fired into the room. But in the front yard where Jin Sanliang and a kind of bodyguard were, there was a dense rain of arrows.
It was already late at night, and although the escorts, including Jin Sanliang, were still on duty, they were still working hard.
Jin Sanliang relied on the hard work of the golden bell cover to withstand this round of volleys.
Others were not as capable as him. Faced with the sudden rain of arrows, they immediately fell into chaos and ended up miserable.
When Zhao Rang heard the sound, he wanted to draw his sword and go to the front yard to help.
He had roughly guessed that these archers must be the Blood Eagle warriors under Xifeng.
"They want to take advantage of others!"
Yuan Mingkong said.
The reason why the Admiralty Escort Bureau was able to build such a large-scale fletching factory underground in the backyard without being discovered was all due to the care of "Western Wind Lie".
And Yuan Mingkong previously said that the two parties involved in the transaction of 500,000 feather arrows three days later were none other than the Admiralty Escort Bureau and "Xifeng Lie".
Zhao Rang realized that the archers in the front yard were probably just feinting, in order to delay Jin Sanliang and the escorts from the Admiralty Escort Agency as much as possible.
After all, the cash stored in the front yard was brought by the Taoist men from Baihe Mountain for transactions. If there was any loss, the reputation of the Admiralty Escort Agency would be greatly damaged, and it would not be impossible for it to even be ruined.
What "Xifeng Lie" wants is to make the Admiralty Escort Agency unable to make choices.
If Jin Sanliang survives with a broken arm and retreats to the backyard to guard the underground fletching factory with all his strength, then "Xifeng Lie" won't mind hunting rabbits and taking away the ready-made silver in the front yard.
No matter what, they will not suffer.
The incident happened so suddenly that Yuan Mingkong didn't care to talk about it. He grabbed Zhao Rang's arm and asked:
"He must be from the North!"
Zhao Rang didn't know why Yuan Mingkong asked this in this situation, but he still answered affirmatively:
"certainly!"
Yuan Mingkong raised his hand and said:
"Then we can't let the arrow fall into the hands of the people from the Western Regions!"
After saying that, without waiting for Zhao Rang to respond, his body flashed and turned into a shadow again, jumping out of the window just like when he came in.
Zhao Rang took a deep breath and didn't want to think too much.
In anger, he drew his sword, slammed it at the door, and cursed:
"Fuck you, Zephyr!"
"I will let the east wind crush you to death sooner or later!"
The door collapsed at the first touch. Zhao Rang held a knife in one hand and grabbed the door panel with the other hand, protecting it by his side to resist the hidden arrows shot from nowhere. He walked from the corner door across the courtyard to the backyard.
The two Elaeagnus trees in the backyard were burning brightly.
Zhao Rang saw that Yuan Mingkong was already fighting with the Blood Eagle Warriors of "Xifeng Lie".
The Blood Eagle Warriors work in groups of three, two holding long swords and one holding a saber.
The long sword is mainly for stabbing, and the saber is mainly for cutting Yuan Mingkong's lower plate.
Zhao Rang threw the door panel in his hand vigorously and hit the swordsman in the center hard.
The swordsman noticed an unusual sound of wind coming from behind him, turned around and slashed with his sword, causing the door panel to shatter in the air.
The three men's offensive paused for a moment. Yuan Mingkong seized the opportunity, raised his body upward, and escaped from the trap.
But he was still stabbed by long swords on both sides of his shoulders, and blood gushed out, immediately seeping into his clothes and dripping down his sleeves.
"Are you okay?"
Zhao let his sword swing horizontally, protecting Yuan Mingkong behind him.
"It's okay, I was bitten twice by mosquitoes."
Zhao Rang snorted disdainfully.
If such mosquitoes really existed, everyone in the world would have died long ago.
"Do you know where the entrance to the fletching factory is?"
Although Yuan Mingkong knew that the Admiralty Escort Agency secretly manufactured arrows to aid the enemy, he still did not know the specific location.
Zhao Rang lowered his voice and replied:
"It's between those two trees. But there is information about the agency. I don't know how to open it."
"I don't think these sons of bitches, "Xifeng Lie", know, otherwise they wouldn't have the trouble to fight with us."
Yuan Mingkong agreed with what Zhao Rang said, pulled off his sleeves, briefly bandaged the wound on his shoulder and said:
"They must have thought that we were members of the Admiralty Escort Bureau, and they wanted to catch us alive, and then let us lead the way!"
Zhao Rang smiled, straightened his waist, held the back of the Huanshou knife in the crook of his arm, pulled hard, wiped it clean, and said:
"Their swords may be for poison, but you'd better not mention your luck. Since they want us to live, then they themselves will die!"
Within a few words, two more teams of three people came over from the back wall, and the number of Blood Eagle Warriors Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong faced became nine.
Seeing Zhao Rang charging at him alone with a sword, the nine Blood Eagle warriors didn't take it seriously at all. Their contempt could be seen through the scarves on their faces.
As the distance between Zhao Rang and them continued to narrow, the three in the middle of the nine began to retreat, while the two teams on the left and right turned around to block Zhao Rang's retreat.
Although this method is old-fashioned, it is very useful!
Seeing that Zhao Rang was about to collide with the blade of the opponent's long sword as if he was about to die, his steps suddenly turned, changing from due north to southwest, and like a thread, he passed the three people on the right.
Before the three of them could completely turn around, Zhao Rang put the knife behind his back, twisted his waist, and dodged to the east again with his body.
One of the swordsmen reacted quickly and slashed at Zhao Rang, but it hit the sword behind him. Zhao Rang was unscathed except for some counter-shock.
The two consecutive transformations of body movements had caused the formation of the nine men's previous subordinates to become chaotic.
He did not hesitate to put himself in danger and shuttled back and forth among the nine Blood Eagle warriors in order to make them chaotic and vulnerable.
After standing still, Zhao Rang flipped his wrist, and the ring-headed sword suddenly weighed a thousand kilograms.
A fierce and invincible sword force spread in the backyard, and even Yuan Mingkong, who was standing a little further away, felt a little heavy.
Taking two steps forward, Zhao Rang slashed out with the knife in his hand.
Facing such a huge force, the three swordsmen among the nine Blood Eagle Warriors looked solemn, their stature was short, and they held the handles of their swords with both hands, preparing to resist.
But they didn't expect that the moment they and Zhao Rang's blade intersected, the terrifying power disappeared without a trace, and instead turned into a void and void. It seemed like they had fallen into a quagmire, and the more they struggled, the more they struggled.
Instead, it sinks deeper.
While the three of them were wondering, they suddenly heard a "pop" sound.
The sound was so soft that they didn't believe they could hear it with their ears. Instead, it seemed to come from inside their bodies.
A stream of blood spurted out from the chests of the three people.
When the blood rushed out, they discovered that Zhao Rang's knife had penetrated their chests.
What had wrapped around their blades before was just a scabbard!
Zhao Rang's knife was too fast, faster than Biao She's blood, and faster than death.
The bodies of the three were still warm, but not even a drop of blood was attached to the knife in his hand.
When the other six people saw the corpse of their companion, their auras surged, and a faint red mist emitted from their bodies. This was a manifestation of the power of Qi and blood being pushed to the extreme.
Zhao Rang knew that the other party was desperate, so he turned to look at Yuan Mingkong and shouted:
"Have you rested enough?"
Yuan Mingkong was dumbfounded by the voice shouting...
Just now, he had obviously said that the blade of the sword might be poisoned, telling him not to adjust his luck. Now he saw that the opponent was furious, but he couldn't care about it and hurriedly called for his help.
But complaining is complaining, the two of them are now grasshoppers on the same rope. Yuan Mingkong didn't dare to offend, so he immediately punched out.
The fist hit the long sword, making a long buzzing sound.
But Yuan Mingkong still lost strength due to the injury to his shoulder. The Blood Eagle Warrior received his punch, but remained steady and did not give in any step.
But he helped Zhao Rang attract the attention of several people.
Taking advantage of this gap, Zhao Rang gathered his energy again and raised the knife in his hand above his head. The cold sword light enveloped his entire body, exuding an aura of aloofness to the entire backyard.
This momentum continued to rise, until the knife in his hand began to tremble uncontrollably, and Zhao Rang's figure moved.
An unparalleled exercise drew a perfect arc in mid-air.
It seems like the water from the Taishang River is coming up from the sky!
Then the Yinshan Mountains moved and the Dragon Gate opened!
Thousands of miles of waves rushing into the sea!
The powerful sound of the waves swallowed up everything, and the Blood Eagle warrior in the lead let out a desperate scream from his throat.
Zhao Rang's sword was like an iron nail, biting tightly, vowing to fight to the death with the attacking Blood Eagle warriors.