The Book of Heaven

Chapter 41
Changshan Prince Zhao's Mansion, a servant sent by the Ma family handed in the sign and attached a letter.

Half a day later, a white horse rushed out from the back door of King Zhao's Mansion, with skirts fluttering on the horse's back.

Outside the city of Home, Ma Zheng was in a daze with a barbecued rabbit leg.

He was still thinking about Nanda Tuo's thoughts in his mind.

Make a big encirclement for the two people, mobilize the crowd, unless Nanduo Tuo has a problem in his mind, he will agree.If he just sent a soldier to follow the smoke column, it would be right in his arms.

It's just that Ma Zheng didn't expect that the two stayed in the forest for a whole day, and burned the fire three times in different places, but they still didn't wait for the Yuezhi soldiers.

As a result, Ma Zheng really lost his appetite. Looking at the rabbit meat, he also felt a little nauseous. He squatted by the fire, rubbing his hands repeatedly on the long stick. , as if it is about to be patted.

It's a pity that the wooden stick is always a wooden stick, like the one in the third uncle's hand. It was because there were almost no chances to make a move that he persisted until he succeeded in encapsulating the pulp. If he was replaced by a front-line soldier, even if it was Ma Detu, wouldn't he be changing sticks every few days?

Not to mention Ma Zheng, when he was with Lin Shiba last month, he had to change one after each battle.

"If only I could have a stick that won't break."

Ma Zheng also jumped in his mind and started talking to himself.

"I know!"

"Ok?"

Ma Zhao seldom speaks, but now he speaks suddenly, which surprised Ma Zheng:
"what do you know?"

"The third master said."

The third uncle is the third uncle in Ma Zheng's mouth, and the third master in Ma Zhao's mouth, so the seniority can't be messed up.

Ma Zheng really didn't hear the third uncle mentioning the stick. He didn't expect Ma Zhao to know about it. In fact, it was accidental. At that time, Ma Zheng was taking a bath, and the third uncle casually mentioned it to Ma Zhao, saying that it was in Majiading. In the font size fort, there is an ancestral ancestral hall, on the spiritual seat of the ancestral hall, under the roof, there is a magic stick.

"God stick?" Ma Zheng was taken aback for a moment, this name is not very good, could it be because Ma Chao's education level is too poor, so he can't name it?

"It seems that the third master said so. The stick is very powerful, and most people don't use it."

The stick that can be placed in the ancestral hall of the ancestors cannot be used casually by others. Ma Zheng secretly speculated in his heart, could it be that it was used by Ma Chao back then?
In fact, Ma Zhao, this idiot, is also very fluent in speech, but for some reason he doesn't like to talk. Perhaps in his opinion, the biggest use of his mouth is to eat, not to speak.

"If there is a chance, I will go and see it. I just hope that it is not because Ma Chao used it back then, so he was confessed. It is actually like a rotten log. Hey, someone is here!"

When someone came over, Ma Zheng's first reaction was not nervousness, but excitement!

He had been waiting for two full days before someone finally arrived.

So he didn't even ask Ma Zhao to put out the fire, because he could hear footsteps clearly, it was just three cautious guys, if they were in the army, they should be scouts.

The reason why Ma Zheng is so clear is because he has heard a lot of fighting with Lin Shiba.

Ma Zheng turned in a different direction on purpose, just observing from the corner of his eye without any trace, after a while, behind a big tree ten feet away to the left of him and Ma Zhao, half of his face was revealed, a pair of dark brown eyes, Faintly glowing.

That's right, it was the people of the Dayue clan who finally attracted these guys, otherwise Ma Zheng really didn't know when he would be able to complete the task.

"Two more."

The half of the face behind the big tree was not in a hurry to leave, but just observed Ma Zheng and Ma Zhao silently. At the same time, the other two Yueshi scouts moved quietly from side to side, as if they wanted to surround the two of them, but also seemed to want to Observe from multiple angles and don't want to miss any information.

The more the opponent does not launch an attack, the greater the pressure in Ma Zheng's heart. You must know that a head is military merit, and silver is a woman. If you can see a woman with gold, silver, jewelry and no clothes, you will not rush to pounce on it. Military discipline is strict.

Either way, Ma Zheng didn't want to see it.

After the three scouts stopped completely, a picture appeared in Ma Zheng's mind:
The three scouts were like the three vertices of an equilateral triangle, and he and Ma Zhao were the center of gravity of the triangle.

In this era, no one studies geometry, and even if there is, it shouldn't be the army of the Da Yue Clan. The reason why the scouts have achieved this is because of countless blood and innocent souls.

"It's time for you to make a decision, to withdraw or to fight?"

Ma Zheng and Ma Zhao had already stopped their actions, even if the other three scouts were fools, they should know that they had been exposed.

"gone?"

Ma Zheng couldn't believe it, he had already raised his stick, and the three scouts chose to leave quietly.

"This is unscientific! It seems that these three scouts are by no means the trash in the city, but rather like our opponents in Zhuangziying."

It is true that people can grow up quickly in the battle formation, even though Ma Zheng still looks childish, but the battle formation experience has already been honed to be extremely proficient.

"Ma Zhao, it looks like we have to change places. We wanted to lure wolves, but ended up catching tigers."

As he said in his mouth, Ma Zheng was still fearless in his heart.

From the day he stood up again, he knew that he had to put aside life and death in order to see all the mountains and small things.After entering Zhuangziying, he understood even more how bloody and brutal behind the word "master".

As Ma Detu said, you haven't killed hundreds or thousands of people, how dare you call yourself a master?Anyone can talk about it, but you have to lead it out to know whether it is a mule or a horse.

The three scouts who retreated quietly just now gave Ma Zheng a strong killing intent. He seemed to be able to see the monstrous blood through the shadow of the opponent, which made his scalp numb, his whole body itchy, and even his breathing was so short.

But Ma Zheng was not afraid, he was even a little excited, like buying a lottery ticket and waiting for the moment before the lottery.

The road of martial arts is bound to be full of hardships, if you choose to avoid it, it will definitely damage your heart.

At the request of Ma Zheng, the two re-entered the dense forest, saying that they were transferred, but they ended up circling outside the city of Home.

In the next half day, Ma Zheng found to his surprise that he couldn't completely shake off the three scouts, no matter how fast or slow he and Ma Zhao were, the other party could keep up.

When it was dark, Ma Zheng decided not to leave, he wanted to explain to the three scouts.

As the sun was setting, Ma Zheng chose a flat area suitable for using long sticks, and waited quietly.

After almost an incense stick, the sound of three footsteps came, and Ma Zheng's eyes, which were originally closed, suddenly opened, looking into the forest.

"Come out, follow me for a long time, aren't you tired?"

Three figures, following Ma Zheng's yelling, looked like three ghosts, slowly protruding from behind the big tree. The leather armor on their bodies had been impregnated with special dyes, with different shades of green, mottled, and they were not horses. Zheng has super-normal hearing, and it is difficult to pick out the three figures in a forest with his eyesight alone.

Ma Zheng was actually very familiar with this kind of Da Yue Clan scout outfit, and had seen it a lot at Zhuangziying. If he remembered correctly, the weapons used by this kind of scout were a pair of thorns less than two feet long.

The double-edged thorn is extremely dangerous in close combat, and the scout in the forest feels a bit like a ninja to Ma Zheng.Ma Zheng didn't know if there were ninjas in this world, if there were, they should belong to the eight tribes of Dongyi, not in this desolate northwest.

"Crack!"

With the six short thorns withdrawn, it was dim, and even if it was directly illuminated by the setting sun, it would not reflect a gleam of brilliance.

(End of this chapter)