Three hundred and thirty-nine town three mountains thirty-two
The ambitious young killer of Kasukatai died so neatly, at the hands of a samurai whom he and all the killers of Kasukatai despised in every possible way. He didn't even have the chance to put the suicide bomb under his tongue.
Poison sac, Takejiro took away the remaining vitality and strength in his body when he pulled out his forearm, and he fell down into nothing more than a limp corpse.
The Jinzhou military attachés, including Su Qilian, were indifferent after witnessing the death of the Gelutai killer. When the man rolled to the ground, they had already cocked the light crossbow again, even though most of them knew in their hearts that they had relied on the little man for half their lives.
King Yaoshan no longer poses much of a threat.
Throughout the ages, there have been so many warriors who bravely risked their lives even though they knew they were defeated.
At the same time that the body of the Kalutai killer fell to the ground, Wei Changpan, who had been forced back by that swing, no longer gathered strength and no longer held the Tibetan knife behind his back.
forward.
There are no flaws in martial arts at this level. Wu Erlang, who has scales on his belly, used them as bait to lure the enemy into action. Ye Chenliang and the killers from Kalutai couldn't help but bite the bait.
So half a life was lost.
Half an hour ago, this was just a remote inn. The innkeeper, who had been mediocre and timid for most of his life, was busy preparing meals for the kings of Xiaoyao Mountain.
While making jokes, from time to time there would be loud laughter that shook the dust off the beams and resounded throughout the inn. Wu Erlang, who had changed into loose linen clothes, asked Xiao Heizi how he looked.
But now there are corpses everywhere, and blood gathers into a stream, gurgling.
The firelight filtered through the damaged paper window and came into view. He didn't look, but he could hear it.
The sound of horse hooves, shouts, gasps, arrows leaving the strings, and fire burning vegetation.
Then the warrior roared, shaking the whole country.
Back then, we were still stationed in the northern part of the country, and those who couldn't bear the pain would take the initiative to leave the camp to find someone to fight with. The slightest gang formation would easily lead to a melee of hundreds of people. As long as no one was killed, the camp manager would
The general was happy to watch the excitement, and from time to time he would cheer for the pawns who made beautiful moves, and then use the cavalry to separate these enthusiastic young people before the situation got out of hand.
The Jinzhou military attachés present were all very familiar with Ma Dayuan's temperament. When he first joined the army, this good-natured man always wanted to convince people with reason when dealing with the veteran Youzi.
People who have been in the book school for several years have been able to make up some nonsense, but for these rough guys who are used to using their fists to reason, they naturally can't listen to them at all. When a scholar meets a soldier, he can't explain the truth clearly.
What's more, he is still a half-hearted scholar without the reputation of being a scholar. He is often punched in the face before he even speaks a word.
Later, when Ma Dayuan could not explain anything and Ma Xiucai finally gave up his words and used his fists, he became the best fighter among their group except Zhang Wu. He knocked down San Wu without saying a word in the melee.
They had bruises and swollen faces, and when they were bandaging their wounds and applying medicine, they would also whisper a few words about the gang of gray grandsons who had just teased their vaginal legs.
The literate man who always helped his colleagues write letters home, who was a kind and good-natured man like everyone else, was roaring, warning his colleagues who were still alive in the inn in the most straightforward way.
He opened his mouth with trembling lips but could not speak. Su Qilian seemed to have aged ten years in an instant. Even his originally straight back became stooped, as if he was gradually changing into what an old man of this age should look like.
He was wrong. He was wrong from beginning to end. There was a poisonous viper entangled in those weapons that seemed to be within easy reach, spitting out letters and biting them and his brothers in the heart. Tang Huai and Li Jue
He was not a cowardly fat pig in their eyes. This businessman, as cunning as a fox, waggled his tail to make them relax their vigilance, and then used Wu Erlang's trap to make them, the imperial military attaches, die without a burial ground.
Without that layer of official identity protection, they are just a group of stubborn old men with some martial arts skills. Like the young man, they left everything behind and became homeless dogs and traveled thousands of miles south. Even if Suzhou was wrongly accused of being Xiaoyao Mountain's minions.
There will be no one to vindicate the comrades who are fighting among themselves. Their former disciples will only get the news that they were rounded up and captured after becoming bandits, and then they will receive a handful of ashes sent all the way from Suzhou to the north. Some of them will
They will be angry, and some people will get to the bottom of it. However, the collusive Suzhou government will not give them a chance to find out the truth. They will be infamous in Dayao's army as an example of failure in the late festival.
This is the worst possible outcome.
Su Qilian couldn't let the worst outcome happen to them.
Su Qilian, whose old age was only revealed for a moment, straightened up forcefully again, and his hand on the hanging knife stabilized again.
Since you have been defeated, it is better to defeat beautifully. It is better to retreat with dignity than to flee without armor. Zhang Wu, who was on horseback, said this to him before leaving the army.
After surviving so many great and vicious battles, why did he die in the south? In a foreign land?
Only an oil lamp was still burning in the corner of the house.
A little fire is like a bean, swaying when the wind blows around, but it never goes out.
"You want to use the heads of the Sa family to submit a petition to the Suzhou government, but those officials probably thought it would be easier and less laborious to catch all these thieves in the inn. After all, the world is as dark as crows." He wiped the handle with the leg of his trousers.
The bloody Wu Erlang said casually, "What? Are you still thinking that if you kill the Sa family and then surrender, you might not be able to escape the disaster? The officials in Suzhou are not so kind-hearted. Instead of wasting the crossbow arrows again, it is better to wait.
I will kill two more government lackeys."
The Jinzhou military attachés present heard Wu Erlang's suggestion and thought about the situation for a moment. Since it was clear that Tang Huaili wanted to use them and the king of Xiaoyaoshan in front of him as a stepping stone to climb up the Suzhou officialdom, why couldn't they cooperate with Wu Erlang?
Erlang teamed up to break the situation? The biggest loss in Xiaoyaoshan before was that Ye Chenliang's confidants suddenly turned against each other and killed each other, and Wu Erlang killed those rebellious people. The lives of more than twenty minions were just lost.
The remaining Ye Chenliang, who did not know whether to live or die, was left to fend for himself.
Is this an attempt to turn hostility into friendship?
However, before the Jinzhou military attachés in front of him could answer, Wu Erlang slapped his bald forehead and said to himself: "Hey, I forgot about this."
"Any outsider who messes with my brother will be killed as a matter of name."
"All of us on Xiaoyao Mountain are my brothers."
"The dozen or so of your lives are not enough to pay for it."
The paper soldiers and horses of the Suzhou State Army, coupled with these warriors who are not paper, he has a pair of fists to send each other, so that the brothers who are walking on the road to Huangquan can have someone to accompany them on their way.
....
Ma Dayuan, who had lost an arm and a leg and was completely blackened, leaned on the ground with a knife in his hand. While shaking his body, he raised his head and looked around. Among the comrades who rushed out with him, he was the only one left who could barely stand.
The two cavalrymen, whose faces were covered by large cloak hoods, never raised their hoods from beginning to end. It seemed that one of the two men was good at close combat, and the other was proficient in some kind of strange formation technique that had never been seen before.
, Ma Dayuan, who tried to instantly kill one of them with his prancing saber, had one of his arms cut off and then fell off his horse. If it weren't for the rider behind him who made an instant decision, both men and horses collided with the rider with a gentle voice, forcing him to switch from offense to defense...
The horse and man collided with the Kalutai killer's horse, but was cut in half by the latter with some strange-shaped weapon. He then stabbed his heart with a knife before falling off the horse. That was the person he personally promoted from the clan to the Jinzhou Army.
Wu Zhong watched the heartless little kid grow into a steady and steady man. He was expected to win the official position of Jinzhou Border Cavalry Commander in two years, but he resigned and went south together with the old immortals like them.
His horse-drawing skills were also taught by Zhang Wuge. There is no reason not to avenge him...
Not worth it....not worth it....
It's not worth risking the life of a man in his prime just to keep him alive for a while longer.
He vomited blood profusely, and the blood was mixed with a faint green color. The strange-shaped weapon of the Kalutai killer was obviously simmered with poison, and it was eroding his warrior's body, which was riddled with holes all the time. It was broken in two places.
The toxins taken away by the massive blood loss in his limbs may be the key to his ability to live longer, but what flows out of his body along with the blood is his spirit and strength.
The Kasukatai killer who put away his strange-shaped weapon slowly took off his hood. Just by looking at his face, it was clear that he was a charming beauty that countless men would never forget.
This charming woman was not in a hurry to kill the last bit of vitality of the Jinzhou military attache who was still lingering in front of her. Although her tone was lazy, she spoke words that made people laugh: "Tang Huaili is going to die, you know
There are too many concerns, too much involvement, and deep thoughts but very limited abilities. When you are a puppet, you are still competent, but if the puppet has other thoughts, it will be burned out sooner or later."
But when the oil was about to run out and the lamp ran out, Ma Dayuan could only hear the opening sentence that Tang Huaili was going to die. His heart relaxed, and all the subsequent words fell on deaf ears.
"Based on the actual combat power of Wu Erlang, the mountain king, he should have a first-class fatwa. The old guys in this station are particularly displeased with the young man who was rescued by Lu Jiu. In addition,
Recently, he has been showing up in the deer-cutting platform, which has aroused the jealousy of many killers of his generation. Normally, he has no close friends to remind him that this is strange, so he is dead as expected, but it doesn't matter, since Aunt Shen is here, Wu Erlang doesn't either.
The truth of living again.”
The other knight, who used strange formations to limit the number of Jinzhou military attachés' cavalry and gave the woman surnamed Shen a perfect opportunity to take action, still didn't lift his hood.
Ma Dayuan, who was bleeding out, could no longer see or hear people's voices.
On the road to Huangquan, no one is alone.
I'm just a little regretful that I couldn't die further north.
Go further south.
Ma Dayuan closed his eyes, put his knife on the ground, stood on one leg, and died with his head held high.