The disciples of Yanyulou who were setting up ambushes on both sides of the trail saw the leading knight of Songfeng Mountain dismounting from his horse and fired their crossbows at the enemies of Songfeng Mountain without any orders. Dozens of crossbow arrows were fired at the knight in two breaths.
The guarding knights and cart drivers, as well as the unarmored Songfengshan disciples, could not even draw their swords out of their sheaths, so they fell to the ground from their horses with wailing screams. Before they could make any move, they were rushed to the side by the red swordsmen.
The stunned Yanyulou disciples made a last-ditch attack.
After firing three crossbow arrows, the triple crossbow cannot be loaded and cocked again in a few seconds. This is also the disadvantage of using a mechanical crossbow.
You have to draw your sword and fight in close combat.
However, this was a moment that made the disciples of Yanyulou extremely happy. After hiding like moles in the darkness underground for three years, they finally stood in the sunlight again and brandished their swords at the sworn enemies of Songfeng Mountain.
Perhaps these Songfengshan disciples who were escorting the cart were even more powerful before they were injured than the Yanyulou ambush soldiers who were lucky enough to survive till now, so that some Songfengshan disciples who were slightly injured but not hit by arrows could still take advantage of the latter by drawing their swords.
With the upper hand, it can also be seen that the combat power of the Yanyu Tower is no longer comparable to that of a few years ago.
However, there are only three or four people who can still retain their fighting power after one round of these crossbow arrows. The rest of the people mostly fell off their horses and then lost more air and less air. It was difficult to draw their swords, so how could they compete with them?
People versus enemies.
The last Songfengshan disciple leaned against the wheels of the cart and was unable to retreat. His nose and tears were all stuck on his face and he had no time to wipe them. He swung his sword indiscriminately at the slowly advancing Yanyu Tower members.
He wanted to escape, but the arrow in his thigh cut off his hope of escape.
He was the youngest in his profession and had only come down from the mountain to practice for a few months. The senior brother who had taken the most care of him along the way was cut open in the stomach by a knife, and the white and tender intestines flowed all over the floor.
When he fell down on his stomach, there were more than a dozen transparent holes in his body, and the red-eyed ambush soldiers vented their rage on the corpses like crazy.
"Who...are you? We are all disciples of Songfeng Mountain!" The childish disciple of Songfeng Mountain said in a trembling voice, "Let me go back. I will give you these things, horses and carts. I will
, I don’t want to die yet…”
He didn't see any wavering or pity in the eyes of the people in front of him. The faces of these ambush soldiers were still stained with the warm new blood of his senior brothers, and their eyes were full of sarcasm and bloodthirsty. What on earth did he do wrong? Song
Isn't Fengshan the most famous and largest sect in Jiangzhou? When he was selected from dozens of fellow villagers to become a disciple of Songfengshan, he saw the envy of others. These cannot be faked, but why, why would there be anyone else?
Want to kill them?
"The grievances of the sect have nothing to do with each of you. It's just that after being coerced into it, you can't help yourself in everything." The old man carrying a bow and arrow spoke outside the forest of swords, and the disciples of Yanyulou nearby gave way to him.
He opened a passage and let him walk into the thicket of knives, "It's not your fault, it's Songfeng Mountain's fault. It's just that you, as a disciple of Songfeng Mountain, are wrong."
"But I haven't done anything wrong...Can you let me go..."
"Close your eyes and I'll give you a good time."
He looked at the expressionless old man in front of him and understood that he had no chance of survival. He slowly closed his eyes and murmured, "Mom..."
"Pull out the crossbows and arrows. Don't leave any traces. We are just a group of audacious bandits who are looking for money." The old man carrying the bow and arrow shook his wrist lightly to shake off the blood on the knife and put it back into its sheath. "Look at these large carriages.
There's something inside, if there's anything handy that can be taken away..."
The inaudible sound of scraping the walls in the cart could not escape the old man's ears, which could hear the rustling of wild rats a hundred paces away. This made him alert and somewhat regretful of his negligence. Inside the carriage of the cart
What is being escorted may not necessarily be goods, but may also be living people.
Before the old man could warn the people around him, the wall on one side of the cart was broken open. He killed and injured a young man from Yanyulou with his dagger, then grabbed a horse and fled along the trail!
The scar-faced man hurriedly tried to raise his triple crossbow to shoot the man off his horse, but found that he had not loaded the bow when he hurriedly stepped forward, so he could only watch the horse galloping past the less than ten feet.
The hasty crossbows of several Yanyulou disciples only scratched the horse's hip with one crossbow arrow. On the contrary, it made the horse that was walking in pain faster and ran several feet away in the blink of an eye. This century was not in their hands.
Within the reach of the three consecutive crossbows, the iron bow carried by the old man was their only chance.
"Chen Shi, shoot quickly! Shoot quickly! We must not let him escape!" The scar-faced man ignored etiquette and shouted at the still motionless old man, "Shoot quickly! If you don't shoot this man, he will...
"
Chen Shi, who was once the unassuming concierge of the Zhang family in Qishan County, glanced at the anxious scar-faced man and felt a little emotional in his heart. If he could just rely on such a person to recover Yanyu Tower from Songfeng Mountain, it would be a long and arduous task.
It’s a long way to go.
He is the leader of these Yanyulou disciples. Since he said that everything is ready, how can this small oversight not be included?
The disciple of Songfeng Mountain, who desperately clamped down on the horse's belly in order to urge the horse to move faster, did not dare to look back until he ran out of the way of an arrow again. Those fierce gods who came up without any reason and slaughtered all his fellow disciples did not chase him away, but only shot a few
The arrow stopped moving, and after narrowly escaping from death, he began to consider whether to rush back to the mountain gate for safety or seek shelter nearby at the secret stronghold of Songfeng Mountain at the foot of the mountain.
He only stayed the whole night yesterday, and the leading comrade allowed him to rest in the carriage for half a day. Who would have thought that just a few miles after leaving Heqing County and walking along the trail, someone would be so bold as to rob the pine tree?
Fengshan said, look at the miserable deaths of those fellow sect members, if there wasn't some deep hatred, how could that family of bandits who wanted money rather than their lives carry out such a brutal attack?
It’s better to run some distance first before making any plans. Songfeng Mountain is currently the number one Jianghu sect in Jiangzhou. No matter how big a bandit is, he will never be able to withstand the tiger’s beard in Songfeng Mountain.
Songfeng Mountain's random revenge, you know, the Lord of the Mountain is...
But he didn't see the flash of a sword in the grass beside the horse's hooves.
With one knife, four horse legs were severed with one knife. The horse with the broken legs rushed forward for several feet before neighing in pain and falling forward. At the same time, the unsuspecting knight on the horse was also thrown a very long distance.
The Songfengshan disciples, who had fallen to pieces, managed to get up from the ground with great difficulty. In a daze, they saw a man walking towards him with a knife and clothes stained with blood.
What happened? How come the four horse legs were suddenly broken... The disciple from Songfeng Mountain, who was blinded by the dust, rubbed his eyes and saw clearly the face in front of him.
His eyes suddenly shrank, and at the same time he remembered the portrait that had been circulated on the mountain. The mountain master himself said that any disciple on the mountain who can capture and kill this person, regardless of life or death, can become a direct disciple of the elder on the mountain, and can
While casually browsing the collection of martial arts secrets on the mountain, the man in the painting walked toward him like this.
The rich reward of becoming the direct disciple of the inner mountain elder once made many outside disciples, including him, crazy. You must know that after Songfeng Mountain became the leader in Jiangzhou, it also received a considerable number of outside disciples.
There has never been any relaxation in terms of life experience, etc. However, how many young martial arts practitioners in Jiangzhou do not want to enter Songfeng Mountain when the sun is at its peak? As a result, the number of disciples outside Songfeng Mountain has more than doubled.
How could anyone not seize such an opportunity to find a good future among the numerous disciples from outside the mountain?
However, there are also discerning people who point out how troublesome it would be for someone who can make the mountain master give out such a huge reward but also deal with it quickly. These outsider disciples really have one-tenth of the ability of others.
?Although the reward of becoming an elder's direct disciple is tempting, after all, living the ordinary life of an outsider's disciple in the mountain is much more comfortable than trying to find a fortune. What's more, the territory of Dayao's sixteen states is so vast.
Big, the mountain owner only showed them the portrait of this man, and never told them when and where to look for him. The daydream of becoming the elder's personal descendant faded away after a few days. How could he have thought about it?
On an ordinary day today, someone will attack and kill a fellow sect member, and I will meet this person again on the way to escape.
But with his mediocre skills, when he was finally able to accomplish a feat, he was so frightened that he couldn't even pull out his sword.
thump.
"Hero, spare your life, I have a sixty-year-old mother and a newborn child, and I have not been here for more than two years after entering Songfeng Mountain." The disciple of Songfeng Mountain fell to his knees and burst into tears, "On the mountain
Those managers and senior disciples know how to bully us newbies. They couldn't stay in the mountain any longer, so they came out to do the hard work of escorting carts. Who would have thought of meeting a hero..."
He no longer cares about face. How much is face worth compared to returning alive? As for the made-up mother and child, how could the person in front of him know about it?
The disciple of Songfeng Mountain waited in fear for a while. After a while, he saw that the shining knife had not fallen. Just when he was about to speak and continue to use his unshakable tongue to find a way out for himself, the long knife moved and his head rolled.
He has heard such rhetoric more than ten times, and every time there is something new to say. The widow who is bedridden and paralyzed, the young son and first wife who have no one to support them, there are endless reasons for them to live, and they all seem to be so
It's unbelievable.
Wei Changpan pulled a piece of cloth from the headless corpse, covered the face with a vivid expression, and said in a low voice: "If I let you go back, your mountain master will still not let me go, so I can't let you go."