Three hundred and thirty-two Zhensanshan twenty-five
This inn, located dozens of miles south of Huangling County, is located near a branch road leading to the medicine garden. In the past, there was a period of prosperity. However, in the past few years, there was a famine in Suzhou. Come here
There are only a few traders who collect medicines, and most of the medicine gardens are deserted. Only this inn can barely support itself with the sporadic regular customers that come and go.
The shopkeeper, who had already fallen asleep, listened to the noise coming from the second floor of the inn. The fifty-year-old man could only hide in bed and sigh. Obviously, this was not the first time that the kings of Xiaoyao Mountain beat him in the inn.
Shasha, even though they would clean up the traces afterwards and pay him some money to repair the inn, but every time they went to swords and swords, they didn't demolish half of the inn, wasting the money earned from the business, he didn't have the guts to find that person.
Several men asked for it, but the latter, who was afraid of being killed, just cooked it with a knife.
It's just that the noise today seems to be much louder than the past few times. The man with a sad look on his face prayed to Bodhisattva for blessing in his heart. Although the elders in Xiaoyaoshan still owed him a lot of money, they could still be regarded as half.
If a member of his own family is really defeated and goes away, even half of his comrades can still live a good life.
There was only a thin wooden board between the first and second floors of the inn and the guest rooms. The loud noise reached the innkeeper's ears, teaching him how to sleep peacefully. He groped in the dark to put on his clothes. He was thinking about what else to do.
The shopkeeper, who had taken some gold and silver coins out of the inn to avoid the limelight, suddenly slipped and fell to the ground.
The shopkeeper, who likes cleanliness by nature, patted his butt and stood up. He remembered that he always kept the house spotless. Could it be that the kings of Xiaoyao Mountain upstairs knocked over the water tank? In this inn that has been in disrepair for a long time, this is not considered a problem.
It's normal, but the house he lives in is far away from the house where the King of Xiaoyaoshan lives. If the water tank is overturned, how can it leak here?
The shopkeeper, who was completely puzzled, took out the fire seal and lit it, and then he could barely see what was on the ground. He was so frightened that he couldn't even hold the fire seal and fell to the ground. My dear, there were fresh blood stains on the floor under my feet. Just now
When he fell to the ground, he was rubbed all over his body. How many people had to die to shed so much blood from the fire kings of Xiaoyaoshan...
The panic-stricken shopkeeper was about to reach out his trembling hand to pick up the broken pieces of fire that fell on the ground, but his hand was held down unexpectedly. Just when he was about to scream, his mouth was covered with such familiarity that he reached the point where he couldn't.
I couldn't even utter those begging words on my lips, I could only swallow them back in my stomach with fear.
Leng Buding, who had been hit hard behind the ears, rolled his eyes and fainted, with feces dripping all over his pants. The man who covered his mouth and nose in the dark slowly put him down with disgust on his face, and used his hands to detect his breath.
After his breathing stabilized, he felt at ease.
According to the old rules of Dagan Camp, if someone hurts civilians for no reason during the war, it is a crime to be beheaded. Even if they have withdrawn from the Jinzhou Army, what has been engraved in their bones for half a lifetime of military service is not so easy.
Just eliminate it?
For ordinary people, there were more black figures with only one eyeball exposed in the room that was invisible to the outside. The old and disrepaired rotten wood floor in this inn was creaking all the time, which made the leading shadow a little annoyed.
In addition, those under his command did their best to slow down their breathing and pace.
This stingy innkeeper didn't know how to spend a little money to repair and repair the inn's floor, which made the brothers feel nervous every time they took half a step. The slightly heavier
Cheng Lidao's hand knife was used as a means of slightly punishing this iron cock.
They were all pawns of Dagan Camp before becoming military attaches in Jinzhou, and most of them were scouts. Their ability to see in the dark has been wasted for some years. Fortunately, these old brothers have not fallen behind too much.
After practicing for more than ten days, he was finally able to reach the level of eighty-nine points as before, and he was not allowed to jump around and scold his mother.
The night jackets that were ironed and fitted in the past are now a little tight on them, but it is just because they have gained weight with age. The inner armor of the night jackets is also too small, and the rhinoceros straps have to be pinched in when they are at their maximum size.
In the meat.
Light crossbow, short sword, inner armor, black clothes and soft-soled boots, wearing these things on his body gave him a long-lost feeling. The sweat-soaked armor exuded an unpleasant smell, but it made them feel at ease.
The King of Xiaoyao Mountain on the second floor of the inn has sharp five senses and intuition. No matter how well-informed he is, he is still speechless. Therefore, in recent days, he can only stay far behind the Xiaoyao Mountain people and almost lose him many times.
Well, if I hadn't bumped into the pawns of the Zhouzhou Army who were going to the city to drink and spend the night, I might have missed the fight tonight.
If word gets out that the old scout and the little bandit are missing, where will the old faces of them go?
The noise of the fighting upstairs was getting louder and louder. Wu Erlang probably chopped up the traitors like melons and vegetables, and began to pick up Ye Chenliang and Wei Changpan. There were still some words during the process, but they were just a few steps away from the shopkeeper.
The side room is a little far away, so I can't hear clearly.
Zhang Gu felt a little anxious when he heard the sound of fighting coming from the room where everyone in Xiaoyao Mountain was. It wasn't that he couldn't believe Wei Changpan's skills, it was true that the battle power of the King of Xiaoyao Mountain was too astonishing, even if he ignored it
The moisture in the files in the Suzhou government's archives is at the level of a six-story martial artist, and it may even be higher.
Half of them, the Jinzhou military attachés, were led by Su Qilian. At nightfall, they sneaked into the inn to rest on the ground. The remaining half were led by Ma Dayuan and were waiting for orders 150 steps away. In addition, Tang Huaili also wore the clothes himself.
They went into battle, wrapped in cloth on their horses' hooves, holding coins in their mouths, and led three hundred warriors to wait two miles away, vowing to kill Wu Erlang here.
It's not that Su Qilian, who ordered many Jinzhou military attachés, is unwilling to let more people come here. To this day, all he can trust are these old brothers who have come all the way from Jinzhou, the so-called Suzhou people selected from thousands of people.
"Jingqi"? What a joke. The Dagang camp randomly pulled out two centurions and rushed to kill two guys who cried for father and mother every time. How dare you call yourself Jingqi?
Furthermore, this inn is not big, and there are limited places to hide. If more than ten people are forced in, wouldn't it increase the possibility of being noticed? When implementing a scouting strategy, it is inevitable to streamline the manpower, but it is Wu Erlang who has to be dealt with.
Su Qilian himself did not have much confidence against such an extremely high-level opponent with extremely strong combat power.
Half of those Xiaoyaoshan gangsters were sent out as gangsters, and those Wu Erlang's diehard loyalists who stayed in the inn were killed by the flower picker's henchmen. This was good news for them, as they were exempted from the crime.
Many possible side effects.
Su Qilian looked around, feeling sad in his heart.
I wonder how many of these old brothers who have been with Jinzhou for most of their lives will be alive after tonight.
....
After receiving two punches from Wu Erlang on the chest, Wei Changpan finally struck him on the shoulder with a knife. The long knife in his hand broke through the armor and penetrated half an inch into the flesh. However, it was only
These painless skin injuries did not damage the Xiaoyao Mountain King's fighting strength at all. He immediately kicked him to the ground, forcing him to let go of the weapon, and then calmly embedded the handle into the rhinoceros skin on his shoulder.
Take off the long knife on your armor.
"It's a win-win situation. The Sajia took advantage of the inner armor, and you lost with the weapon. If the Sajia changed to a good sword and didn't have the inner armor, then most of this arm would have been removed for you."
Wu Erlang threw the long knife back in front of Wei Changpan with some regret, and became curious, "Is this the martial arts of your master? Yes, it is much more down-to-earth than the flashy three-legged cat kung fu of Ye Chenliang.
I just don’t know how much essence your kid has acquired? Why would you go to work as a dog for the government after learning such a sword? Be honest, maybe the Sa family can spare your life."
Wei Changpan trembled and said something vaguely with trembling lips, then he picked up the knife with his right hand and put it on the ground, then stood up slowly.
He had struggled to swing the knife after being punched twice by Wu Erlang. He thought that more than one bone in his chest had been broken, and the slightest movement would cause heartbreaking pain.
He wanted to scold Wu Erlang so loudly that the women in the town would hit him with a barrage of curses and heart-breaking words when they quarreled and quarreled. Unfortunately, he could only open his mouth and throat now.
The sweetness came to me, but I could only scold this bald donkey thousands of times in my heart.
It hurt, it hurt all over his body, the pain was so painful that it almost made people faint, but now was not the time to faint. He thought that if that happened, Takejiro would take off his head without hesitation, just like to those who betrayed him.
The same as the Xiaoyao Mountain minions.
Wu Erlang, who had his arms folded in front of his chest, for the first time did not kill immediately. He was waiting for the answer of the young man in front of him. Why would a sect with such sword skills teach a disciple who is willing to be a lackey of the government? He couldn't figure it out.
, so I must ask him clearly. Once he understands, I will personally send him on his way.
If you don't understand, although the Zhang family in Qishan County has been destroyed, there are still a few remnants wandering around. After this is over, he will go and kill those Wuhe Escort Bureau men, and then he will set off to find them.
Those who are five years old can always be found by him. If they still can't understand, then these people have no reason to live in the world.
He glanced at Ye Chenliang, who was sitting half-dead with his back against the wall. His disdain was palpable. With such a weak will, what's the use of giving you the best talent? It's all wasted.
Wu Erlang raised his head, and the light of the stars and the bright moon that should have shined through the roof, which had been hit by his fist and made a huge hole at some point, was obscured by clouds.
There are so many clouds in the sky. With his own power, when can he clear the clouds and see the sun?
What Master Jiang promised... what he prayed for...
It will come true one day.
Wei Changpan stood up with his sword in hand, his chest heaving up and down, and he straightened his waist slowly but firmly. He did not intend to answer Wu Erlang's question. The sword he raised was the best answer.