People are in Xianwu, there are small games

Chapter 37 The wind blows in Daliang Mountain

Although Heifeng Village is a bandit village, it is actually no different from a small town.

At most, there were a lot of contraband, and armored knights came in and out from time to time—but they got used to it, and the people in the village would naturally understand it.

Today, this afternoon.

Nineteen knights, wearing armor and holding sharp swords, walked slowly towards the entrance of the village. Beside the leading knight, there were eighteen people carrying an open-top sedan. The person on the sedan was undoubtedly the master of the Black City Village, Mi Tao.

Eight eighth-rank wrestlers lifted the sedan chair steadily, and Mi Tao sat in the sedan chair without moving.

When the two groups of people reached the gate of the cottage, the leader of the Nineteen Cavalry suddenly turned his head and looked at Mi Tao.

"Uncle Mi, my nephew is leaving now. Don't send me away again."

Mi Tao also looked at Lu Ming and laughed: "Then I will send uncle here."

After finishing speaking, he straightened his expression, cupped his hands and said solemnly: "This trip is difficult, but uncle hopes that my nephew will succeed immediately!"

He spoke sincerely, and Lu Ming was also sincere.

"I'll see you again in a month! Drink three hundred cups!"

"See you in a month then."

"Also, thank you for the gold silk armor given by uncle."

"It fits well."

"Farewell!"

"No delivery!"

A few words is a farewell.

The world is far away, who knows if we can see each other again!
The horse crows, and the knight whips the horse away.

Mi Tao looked into the distance, with a touch of worry in his eyes, but it disappeared in the end.

He waved his hand.

"Go home, have a feast and eat meat!"

……

Lu Ming didn't stop until he walked out of the mountain stream outside Heifeng Village.

Herod the Horse snorted, and Ying Fang stepped forward behind him and stood beside Lu Ming.

"Help Master."

"Ah."

"go home?"

Lu Ming shook his head: "No, I can't go back."

The strength of the eighth rank, the eighteenth iron cavalry.

You can say you are strong or you can say you are weak.

But in Xuanshui City, this little power really can't make any waves.

Thinking of this, Lu Ming suddenly stretched out his hand.

"map."

The British side presented the map, and Lu Ming opened it, and a detailed hand-drawn map appeared in front of him.

The map depicts the landforms in the Daliang Mountains.

In addition to the topography, there are also the general locations of the various villages and settlements in the Daliang Mountains.

Of course...

"This map is from a month ago, and there are many bandits in Liangshan, and the forces change very quickly. Except for a few forces that remain unchanged, most of the forces will not survive for three to five years."

"Maybe some of the fortresses on this map were still there a month ago, but they are gone now."

The timeliness of the map, the faster the power changes, the shorter the timeliness of the map.

Lu Ming also knew this.

He looked at the map with deep eyes, and his eyes flicked across, but it was from Xuanshui City, across Daliang Mountain, and arrived at the end of Daliang Mountain, the border of Liangguo!

"An escape route."

Lu Ming suddenly opened his mouth and said this.

After hearing this, the British side thought about it and said, "It is necessary."

The situation in Xuanshui City is treacherous, but it is not Lu Ming who can decide everything, but the "Shangjia".

Once the Shang family falls, Lu Ming will die without a life.

Just as Lu Yao "died violently of a heart attack", how Lu Ming will die at that time will be entirely up to other people's arrangements.

Lu Ming can't decide the game above, but he certainly can't entrust his life to the hands of "Shangjia".

"Once I can't do anything, I have to drill into Liangshan."

"Liangshan is not safe, it's better to get to Liangguo."

"And Song Laosan's incident has reminded me that other people's channels are not safe, and my own channel is the safest."

"So, it is necessary for me to make some arrangements in Liangshan."

Several hidden strongholds.

Some available manpower, they are also scapegoats at critical moments.

A safe and quick escape route.

With a stroke of his hand, Lu Ming drew a line.

"This one."

"Starting from Xuanshui City, passing through three mountains and four villages, we can escape all the way to the territory of Liangguo."

"And the four villages on the way are our goals."

Naturally, there must be no interference from other forces on the escape path, otherwise, just one incident may be enough to lock Lu Ming's life.

The British side looked at the map and quickly muttered.

"Langtou Village, Wicked Ridge, Black Shuigou, and the last..."

Looking at the last walled city, Ying Fang's pupils shrank.

"Tiger Roar Camp."

"Yes." Lu Ming nodded lightly: "It's Tiger Roaring Camp."

The British side was silent for a long time before speaking again: "We don't have enough manpower to move the Tiger Roaring Camp."

Lu Ming rolled up the map and took it into Ying Fang's arms.

"I know for sure that the 19 of us don't have the capital to use the Tiger Roaring Camp."

"but……"

But after saying these two words, Lu Ming's lips suddenly turned into a sinister smile.

"As the saying goes, do as the Romans do."

"There aren't enough people, so just grab them!"

"The most indispensable thing in Daliang Mountain is desperadoes!"

The murderous intent in Lu Ming's tone made the British side faintly terrified.

But he heard Lu Ming change the subject.

"But we only have a month."

One month later, the day of the joint.

If there was no possibility, of course Lu Ming would have to leave without hesitation.

But if there is even the slightest possibility...

As long as there is even the slightest possibility!

Thinking of this, Lu Ming's eyes flickered with magic light, and the corner of his mouth suddenly opened a wider arc.

Why should I run! ?
Why should I be that loser dog and bastard! ?
I can't swallow this breath!

I can't bend this knee!
It is only natural that a son should inherit his father's legacy!
You are robbing me, I don't accept it!
I!Do not!Clothes!
He rode his horse slowly and spoke suddenly.

"British side?"

"exist."

"Have you ever heard of the philosophy of the king and the horseshoe?"

The British side looked blank: "I haven't heard of it."

Then I heard Lu Ming say leisurely: "A nail is missing, a horseshoe is missing;
Lost a horseshoe, lost a war horse;
A horse was lost, a king was lost;
A king was lost, a war was lost;
Lost a war and lost a country! "

The British side did not understand the truth of this philosophical story for a while.

Until Lu Ming laughed ferociously and said, "There are always people who think they can control everything, but that is an illusion!"

"And now, we are going to be the stone that stung the horse's hooves, the variable that destroyed the country!"

"So that everyone knows that if I give you something from Lu Ming, it's yours. If you don't give it to you, you can't take it!!"

The hideous voice drifted away with the wind.

Today, the wind blows in Daliang Mountain!

……

The terrain in Liangshan is steep and there are not many roads to walk.

Being sandwiched between the two countries, its strategic location is crucial.

Due to various reasons, the two countries of Zhou and Liang ignored this place, but took advantage of the bold and careful people on the border between the two countries.

Those who wandered around in Daliang Mountain gave Liangshan a nickname.

"Dead Gold Mountain!"

With a "chirp" sound, Old Man Zhou took a puff of dry cigarette.

In the dark of night, in the Liangshan Mountains, trucks formed a group, and a bonfire was burning among them.

Dozens of people, big and small, stood or sat by the fire, listening to the old man Zhou, an old man in the mountains, talking nonsense.

"Mountain of Death Gold?"

A man muttered like this, and then the old man Zhou laughed and said: "Death, the death of death, because bandits are rampant in this Liangshan, and there are countless dangers."

"Gold, the gold of money, is that there are many medicinal materials and treasures in this mountain, and because Liangshan is a smuggling channel, the profits are quite rich."

"And now we're camping here..."

Old man Zhou knocked on his pipe, and said unhurriedly: "Okay, not good."

"Good or bad?" The man who answered the conversation just now answered another sentence as if he was flattering himself.

Then I heard old man Zhou chuckle.

"Okay, the road we're taking is not dangerous, and the road is clear enough for trucks to pass."

"No, it's just that in the past few months, there have been gangsters around here."

"The stronghold in the fierce bandit mountain is hung with the head of a wolf, so it is called the Wolf Head Village."

"There are dozens of heroes in the mountain, and the leader is an eighth-grade giant strength realm warrior."

"This Langtou Village is murderous. Every time they plunder, rivers of blood flow. They are absolutely not a son of man and don't follow any rules of the world."

Old man Zhou was speaking smoothly when suddenly a voice sounded from the forest in the night.

"In the territory of my Langtou village, arrange the reputation of my Langtou village."

"You guys have lived a long time..."

As soon as the sound fell, dozens of thieves jumped out of the forest and surrounded the convoy.

(End of this chapter)