Three hundred and twenty-three town three mountains sixteen
Sheepskin-wrapped rafts are a good tool for people to cross the river in the southeastern part of Suzhou. However, every time they are used on this dangerous shoal with surging undercurrents, they have to take a lot of risks. If ordinary people don't fall into the water, they will most likely be swept away by the rapids.
He rushed to the rugged rocks in the water and died. Although Su Qilian, who was a military attache in Jinzhou, had a high level of martial arts, his water quality was mediocre after all. In addition, he was unfamiliar with handling sheepskin rafts. A slightly larger wave hit him and he was a little unstable.
As a martial artist, he has good physical toughness and will not fall into the water.
After the two of them watched Su Qilian leave without any danger, they didn't know how to talk.
They all sit in high positions on Xiaoyao Mountain, and Wu Erlang treats them all well, but what they want to plan is how to put them to death.
"The Wu Erlang's combat power you just mentioned... is it really that terrifying?" Wei Changpan, who was doubtful of Ye Chenliang's words just now, was the first to speak: "Two centurions can't deal with it..."
"Two centurions surrounded and killed one person. It sounds like one person can drown him with just a drop of spit, right? Wei Xiaoxia thought simply. If this was true, how could the Yao court government support the assassins and so many warriors in the sticky pole in the capital?
Collect the army and use it for your own use?"
Wei Changpan had heard similar remarks from his master Zhang Wu and his master Qian Cai in the past. Now that Ye Chenliang is willing to explain something more, that's the best thing.
Ye Chenliang, who had a black hood wrapped around his head and a black cloth covering his face, only revealing a pair of eyeballs, pulled off the black cloth covering his face and explained seriously: "The army surrounded and killed us warriors. To put it bluntly, it means that the elephants will be killed by too many ants.
Of course, the reality is far less easy than what is said. The number of bows and crossbows, the number of arrows, the coordination of armor and weapons, the change of formations in battle, and even the morale of the soldiers. For the commander in charge, there is no room for any mistakes, otherwise it will be taken lightly.
If the encirclement and suppression fails, they will be allowed to flee, or if the worst is true, the soldiers will scatter in all directions, and it is not uncommon for those who sit in command to have their heads removed."
The head of the county lieutenant who was killed by Wu Erlang himself is still used as a bowl by the former. Wei Changpan was three or four steps away during the banquet yesterday and saw it clearly, even if he had lost his appetite.
It's one thing to kill someone, but it's another thing to watch someone use their head as a bowl.
"For a team of two hundred people, if it is a matter of density, not counting the crossbowmen who shoot from the outside, only thirty or forty people can engage in close combat. If the warriors are surrounded and killed, the most killed in the battle will be those who hold swords, shields, spears and spears at close range.
The soldiers who engaged in the battle relied on the death of these people, slowly depleting the energy of the warriors surrounded and killed like a blunt knife cutting flesh. Finally, the warriors who were dormant among the ordinary soldiers and were proficient in assassination took a fatal blow, which never failed.
"
When Ye Chenliang was about to talk, he saw Wei Changpan's suspicious eyes, so he smiled sheepishly and said: "Some women who yearn for battlefields prefer to listen to the battles between gold and iron horses..."
Wei Changpan suddenly wanted to curse.
"But how many of the leaders of a two-hundred-man team can command like an arm? What's more, many of them are police officers and state soldiers who have never even killed chickens and ducks with their own hands. They really saw the scene of flesh and blood flying everywhere, and human lives were like grass and grass.
How many people's legs are so frightened that they still dare to step forward bravely? Believe it or not, if two hundred soldiers of the Suzhou Army are killed, their morale will be shaken if more than a dozen people are killed, and if twenty or thirty people are killed, their morale will be shaken.
Can the army be defeated?"
On that day, Wu Erlang led a team of Xiaoyaoshan warriors down the mountain to attack the military formation led by the county captain. The soldiers in Liuxia County only suffered more than forty casualties. Their muscles and bones were naturally injured, but their combat power was not greatly reduced.
, who was able to hold his ground under the first blow and still have the strength to fight again. However, like a fierce tiger rushing down the mountain and killing several people in a few seconds, the King of Xiaoyaoshan frightened the courage of these pawns, and most of them walked away.
These pawns who came to Suzhou to wait for death among the Suzhou army did not wait for the Xiaoyaoshan warrior team behind Wu Erlang to kill them, and they all fled in all directions.
The county lieutenant who was in command drew his sword and killed several people, but he still couldn't stop the soldiers from fleeing. What's more, among the fleeing soldiers, they saw the county lieutenant standing in line and drawing his sword to kill people. The sword that had not been used to attack Wu Erlang was actually Cut it to the county captain.
Knowing that he had no way to save his life, the county captain had no choice but to turn his horse around and join the deserting team.
In the middle of the attack, Wu Erlang, who had killed two people who were trying their best to block the county captain's personal entourage, jumped up high and fell towards the county captain like a tiger.
The headless corpse on horseback is still sitting upright, holding a long sword in front of it to block the way.
The king of Xiaoyao Mountain dropped his head to the ground, and the expression on the head of the county lieutenant was still vivid.
"Without three hundred elite cavalry and dozens of dead soldiers, even if you work hard to prevent the government from pursuing the case, I will not accompany you to die in vain."
This is the second time Ye Chenliang has emphasized this matter.
It can be seen that this master of flower picking is very afraid of Wu Erlang.
Wei Changpan pondered for a while and then said: "If we didn't have the three hundred elite cavalry you mentioned, how many manpower would be needed to surround and kill Wu Erlang just by relying on martial arts warriors?"
"You are backed by martial arts sects? If you didn't tell me earlier, it would be a false alarm." Ye Chenliang breathed a sigh of relief, then frowned and said, "Martial men from the same sect, if they are familiar with each other and are not afraid of death, a fifth-level officer can Lou Wufu led the way, followed by three or four four-story warriors, and there were thirty or forty three-story warriors who formed the plundering formation. Naturally, it was a sure thing to deal with Wu Erlang. But since you have the support of such a powerful sect behind you, why bother with the government? Are you going to attack and kill Wu Erlang in a cowardly manner?"
Wei Changpan was silent, and Ye Chenliang suddenly realized.
When people are in the arena, it is up to them to decide how many people they want.
"Whether you can set up such an array is your business, Wei Changpan. If you can encircle and suppress Wu Erlang according to one of the two methods mentioned earlier, there will be no harm in having multiple people plundering the array, but you really have to think that the kittens and puppies are three Two of them can kill our King of Xiaoyaoshan, so I won’t let you accompany me.”
"That's right." Wei Changpan seemed to suddenly remember something, and said, "When you go down the mountain to rob and kill the merchant team, there must be people and horses from the mountain accompanying you..."
"I have been on Xiaoyao Mountain for more than a month and a half. Who hasn't cultivated some confidants?" Ye Chenliang said indifferently, "Wu Erlang went down the mountain to rob and kill the merchant team. He will not bring many people. Thirty or forty people will be included. There are more than ten people included. If you give some order and start violently, you can kill half of them in a few seconds, and kill the other half entirely. It won't be a problem to linger for half an hour."
There is a mixed crowd in Xiaoyao Mountain. On the surface, they respect Wu Erlang, but the ones who truly follow him wholeheartedly are probably less than half, otherwise he would never have been able to recruit more than twenty capable people.
It's just that those confidants who were persuaded by his glory and wealth to join the team will become outcasts.
But Ye Chenliang doesn't care, he only cares about whether he can wash his hands in a golden basin and live happily ever after.
Wei Changpan vaguely guessed what he was thinking, and clenched his fist in his right hand, but slowly released it after a moment.
He also had thoughts in his mind, and he couldn't suppress them.
Are the lives of those so-called confidants really so worthless?
....
The place where everyone in Xiaoyao Mountain is originally a Taoist temple. Naturally, there is a quiet room for meditation and practice. The four walls of the house are so that no one inside or outside can hear each other. The summer inside the house is blazing and the winter is cold. The dog days of the dog days are like a steamer. For those in the cold weather, it is like an ice cellar. Generally speaking, no one on the mountain is willing to stay in this uninhabited place, so the place becomes deserted with few human traces.
Most of the gangsters in Xiaoyao Mountain don't know that these quiet rooms have never been abandoned. The spies whose identities were revealed to ordinary gangsters are missing. They were killed with a knife and buried hastily in a secluded place on the mountain.
, and no one is willing to spend more time on these government hawks and lackeys.
"This is the eleventh team of the Wuhe Escort Bureau that was robbed and killed by Xiaoyaoshan. I guess your Jinzhou and Yuancheng Escort Bureaus have been in a state of distress for quite some time now. The amount of money paid out alone is an astonishing amount."
The tongs picked up a piece of red charcoal from the copper basin. Wu Erlang blew on the piece of charcoal, and a small flame suddenly appeared. "Now that things have happened, do you regret it?"
The shirtless Takejiro was covered in old and new sword wounds and sword scars crisscrossed all over his body.
The man who was tied to the tiger bench with an iron chain as thick as a child was actually a small person compared to a big witch.
The vague flesh and blood figure on the tiger bench mumbled some unknown words incomprehensibly.
"What did you say? Say it louder, I can't hear you!" Wu Erlang leaned down and put his ear close to the blurry flesh and blood.
"mother...."
"Speak louder! I can't hear you!" Wu Erlang yelled and put the red charcoal fire next to the blurry flesh and blood mouth, "Say it again!"
"Fuck you!"
The fuzzy flesh and blood man who used all the energy and energy accumulated during this period of time to curse such a sentence wanted to spit a mouthful of bloody phlegm in Wu Erlang's face, but the latter easily sidestepped it, and then the charcoal fire clamped by the iron tongs was pressed
After the horrible sound and miserable howl of burning flesh on the vaguely fleshy chest, there was a smell of burnt meat that filled the room.
"You can still scold and howl." Wu Erlang, who didn't care about the heavy breathing of flesh and blood, said to himself, "But my brother, I can never hear him speak again."
That blur of flesh and blood had been tortured day and night by Wu Erlang in this quiet room for two full days. Even with the warrior's physical strength, he could not survive it. During this period, he fell into coma and died several times, but he was suspended by the decoction made by Wu Erlang with century-old mountain ginseng.
He took a breath, and after he stabilized his breath, Wu Erlang began to torture him himself.
He should have died long ago, but he didn't die. Wu Erlang didn't want him to die too early. It's not that he didn't think of biting his tongue to commit suicide, but all his teeth were pried out and he couldn't bite anywhere.
What a troublemaker. He suffered all the ten tortures of Dayao. It seems that Wu Erlang is not an expert. In his early years, he served as a escort several times in the southwest states of Dayao.
Di had heard of a punishment called dripping water. When he first heard about it, he scoffed. It was just tying someone up and dripping water on their head. It was neither painful nor itchy, so it was nothing like a punishment.
Somewhat curious, he proposed to try the water-dropping torture. It only lasted for half an hour. At first, he didn't feel any discomfort. Later, he became more and more depressed and couldn't move. After half an hour and the last moment, he actually felt...
It felt like a big hand had lifted off his heavenly spirit cap and stirred the inside of his skull, which made him almost crazy.
The sight of half a moment was worth the two full days of torture now.
"Now that things have happened, do you not regret it in the future?"
"I'm so sorry...for robbing a common girl...I'll die..."
After saying these words intermittently, the fuzzy flesh and blood heart felt extremely happy, but he also knew that Wu Erlang would be furious after hearing this. It was fine, maybe he couldn't grasp the severity when he was so angry, but he could give him some advice.
A pleasure.
Unexpectedly, after Wu Erlang heard this, he put down the iron tongs and said in a daze: "Yes, robbing civilian girls, killing officers and soldiers without permission, robbing homes and homes, none of them are sins. You will deserve to die. That's a good statement."
Then veins appeared on his face, and he said through gritted teeth: "But what's my brother's fault?"
"Isn't it you who killed...your brother...?"
Wu Erlang was stunned and murmured: "How could I kill my brother? My brother treats me so well..."
The blurry flesh and blood of the humanoid drooped his eyelids. The energy and energy he had accumulated during this period had been exhausted. He was a little sleepy. Maybe if he fell asleep, he wouldn't have to suffer this misfortune again.
No death allowed! No death allowed!
Takejiro's roar seemed to come through a thick gauze curtain. He cursed in his mind and passed out.