Jiaohua

Chapter 95 What else to fight (one more)
On a cool day, the wind in the canyon is sparser than usual, and I only hope that the occasional cool breeze can slightly reduce the heat.

The dry food in his hand was uncomfortable to chew, so Bian Yuanfeng fed another saliva into his mouth, and lowered his head to look at the dry food in his hand.

"I also want to drink water." Bian Lei said.

Bian Yuanfeng glanced at him and handed it over.

Bian Lei's lips were completely bloodless, and Bian Yuanfeng hated this sickly appearance.

Bian Lei took a sip of water, wiped his lips, and said tiredly, "How long will Dad and Uncle Duan fight, should we wait here all the time? It's really impossible, let's go back to the mountain."

Lu Xinglang was sitting next to him, also eating dry food dryly.

He tried his best to hold back his temper and didn't let himself throw the dry food in his hand.

It's all stuff, it's terrible.

"I also think it's appropriate to go back to the mountain," said one of the ten people. "Go back and see what it has become. They will definitely not be able to come back for a while. Let's go first."

Cao Yu smiled bitterly: "When I went back to the mountain, I didn't have anything to eat."

"Then there's a bed to sleep in anyway."

"Shut up." Lu Xielang said viciously.

Ten people looked at him and swallowed.

The group continued to be silent. A few people wanted to drink and felt uncomfortable, but seeing Lu Xinglang's appearance, they didn't even dare to complain.

As far as these people on the mountain are concerned, the most ferocious is Lu Fierce Wolf, and this name is not for nothing.

A few scouts returned on horseback, and the one who arrived first said: "Lang, it seems that they are the only ones, there is no one nearby, and their defensive measures are not like child's play, they are definitely guarding."

Song Erlang frowned slightly: "Have you ever been discovered?"

"No."

Song Erlang looked up and said, "Then go straight up."

It was already deep in the mountains over there, and a long drive on horseback was bound to cause movement. He led the crowd to slow down and walked over quietly.

These war horses have followed the soldiers from birth to death for many years. The mountains of swords and the sea of ​​​​fire, the vast desert and wet marshes, have never been to any place, and at this time they have also lightened their footsteps, walking very quietly and silently.

The wind was blowing, and there was a tense smell in the air.

Lu Xinglang's auricle moved and looked towards the southwest side of the canyon.

"What's wrong?" Bian Yuanfeng asked.

Lu Xielang looked stern, and reached out to hold the big sword beside him.

Since sitting here until now, he has never let his guard down, and if there is any trouble, he will pick up the knife.

For him to be so suspicious, everyone was nervous at first, but now they are almost numb.

Du Bian Yuanfeng looked at him, and then followed his line of sight to the southwest entrance.

It was quiet, nothing but a few wisps of wind, swaying with the grass on the hills and cliffs.

Bian Yuanfeng withdrew his gaze, opened the kettle, and wanted to take another sip of water.

A loud shout suddenly came from the other side of the mountain: "Kill!!"

Then hundreds of people roared in unison: "Kill!!"

Everyone was startled, the jug of dry food in their hands was thrown to the ground, and they pulled out their weapons.

The ten people who were guarding the defense in front led a dozen horse thieves to run back: "It's officers and soldiers! Officers and soldiers!"

The wooden railings on the hillside and the wooden mechanisms hidden in the dark were directly smashed by the oncoming warhorses.

The young man in the lead held a long spear and waved his hand, and a horse thief who ran behind the ten-man leader immediately screamed.

The young man was followed by a large number of soldiers, also wielding guns, and blood sprayed on their boots and the belly of the horse.

The canyon was no more than two feet wide. At first glance, the young man was full of iron cavalry, rushing towards them with the screams of killing and the trembling of the ground caused by the running of horses' hooves.

Someone raised a knife to meet him, stood up for the first horse, kicked his hooves violently, and heard a cracking sound from his fragile body, and was pierced through the chest by the young man's spear.

"Not a single one!" Song Erlang raised his spear, "Kill them all!"

"kill!!!"

Bian Yuanfeng was stunned, staring blankly at the aloof young man.

The cold glow on the spear was bleeding, reflecting the scorching sun, dazzling.

The young man turned his wrist, and the spear turned into a spear. The arc in the air was swept away, and blood was flying again.

The young man rode in the lead, rushing on his horse, and the soldiers followed closely behind.

beat?
What are you fighting!
Run away!

The horse thieves in the front all turned their heads and rushed back.

Lu Xinglang grabbed Bian Yuanfeng: "Let's go!"

Their horses were parked inside, and there was already chaos.

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A massacre, with corpses all over the floor, and a dozen people who escaped.

Song Erlang ordered the soldiers to go after them, and make sure to destroy them all.

The hot, fresh blood pooled in gurgling on the ground, not yet dried.

Song Erlang picked up a big knife from the ground, looked at it from the front and back, and turned to look at his guard: "This kind of weapon is also used to show off."

"There are good ones too," said the guard. "Can't sticks and rocks still hurt people?"

Song Erlang smiled but didn't smile: "It's really more than enough to deal with innocent people. If the order goes on, whether it's good or bad, pick it up."

"Yes!"

After a pause, Song Erlang looked at the slope when he came back, and asked another guard next to him: "Where are the two people who went to find that Ari earlier?"

"Not yet." The guard replied.

"That girl doesn't seem to be simple," Song Erlang said.

After thinking about it, he summoned his horse, instructed the guards a few words, and then turned around and walked back and forth.

As soon as they crossed the steep slope, they saw the two soldiers returning on horseback.

"Where's the person?" Song Erlang called.

"Lang Jiang, she won't come."

"No? Then you just let her go?"

The soldier said softly: "She's good, we can't catch her."

"Joke!" Song Erlang scolded, "Who are you two? Can't even catch a little girl?!"

"But we can't hurt her," another soldier explained quickly. "She's too sensitive, she can climb trees, and we have to protect her from hurting her. We can't if she insists on not coming, and we don't want to delay there. too long."

Song Erlang sighed and looked at the woods over the lake: "What about her? Are you leaving now?"

"She said she thanked the general for his kindness."

Song Erlang can't remember the face of the little girl now, but he can still vividly recall those eyes.

Being beautiful and beautiful is one thing, but he has never seen any kind of beauty before, but these eyes are too unusual, I always feel that they are not in line with her age, and should not be the charm of this age.

"Why is she here?" Song Erlang whispered.

"Lang, how is the situation above?" a soldier asked.

"Those little thieves are not worth mentioning, it's not so easy to chop vegetables." Song Erlang replied casually, still thinking about the girl.

Forget it, he retracted his thoughts and turned his horse back: "Go, go up and clean up, we have to continue, this mountain is waiting for us to level!"

(End of this chapter)