The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

In the camp of northern Mongolia, all kinds of information came from the direction of the imperial city of Daxia. At this moment, all the dark chess arranged by Lingyue for seven years worked. In the Shuai tent, orders were given every day, and they were quickly transmitted to the imperial city through Xinying.

The spies in ningchen's hands are also constantly staring at every corner of the Imperial City, reporting all the information they find to the higher authorities. There are no details and no omissions.

How big the imperial city is, there are so many dignitaries to pay attention to, and the situation is amazing. Ning Chen is filtering huge information every day, judging which is useful and which is useless.

After the three-day period, Ning Chen sent a letter to the tenth prince, promising that Xia would help him ascend the throne tomorrow.

Both of them understand that this is just an attitude, but a kind attitude is always the starting point of cooperation.

Ning Chen knows very well in his heart that before long, the contents of these letters will spread all over the imperial city. With the ten princes' intelligence, he will never miss this opportunity to strengthen his momentum.

Moreover, the third prince will soon find him again.

This is a world that stresses strength after all. Even Sangong and changsun can't recommend a prince who has no influence.

Two days later, the contents of the letter became public and the imperial city was shocked. All people were shocked by Ning Chen's choice.

It is well known that Zhiming Hou is the most trusted person of the empress of the dynasty. Does Zhiming Hou's choice mean that the empress has decided to make ten princes emperor?

The third prince is the most surprised person. On that day, he and Ning Chen had a good talk. He didn't expect things to change so soon.

"Come, prepare horse" Shenfeng camp, Xia Yanwu look Shen Ning road.

"Yes"

the horses soon came, and Xia Yanwu quickly left Shenfeng camp on horseback and headed for Zhiming Houfu.

When Xia Yanwu arrived, the old housekeeper had been waiting in front of the house. When he saw the former, he said, "the Marquis has gone out this morning and asked the third prince to come back some other day"

Xia Yanwu frowned and stayed on his horse for a long time. Then he replied in a deep voice, "when Xia Yanwu comes back, tell him what I want from him"

the old housekeeper saluted, Xia Yanwu left with confusion and a trace of anger.

Yunling village, more than seven hundred miles outside the Imperial City, came slowly today.

Ning Chen went out of the city to avoid the third prince and suppress the bandits by the way.

Located above Yunling, Yunling village is the source of the biggest banditry around. The terrain is dangerous, easy to defend and difficult to attack. There are more than 4000 people in Yunling village, and there are many experts. The imperial court has eliminated many times without success.

In general, the imperial guards of the summer never leave the Imperial City, let alone suppress bandits. As for the surrounding city troops, they have no advantage over the mountain bandits.

Ning Chen never believed that mountain bandits could fight against the imperial court. The reason why they were not exterminated must be due to human factors.

He sent people to check for a long time and found that there were nine strong men on the mountain, and there were more than one.

It's too close to the imperial city here. There are such a group of people here, which makes him very uneasy.

He doesn't care who buried it, since he found it, he won't continue to exist by it.

The stronghold is very busy. Ning Chen stands on a stone and looks at it quietly. Someone passes by, but no one takes him seriously.

According to the Scout's report, there are three stronghold owners, two men and one woman, all of whom are Jiupin, and the leading big creditor has reached the late stage of Jiupin.

What surprised him even more was that the only female stronghold leader was the big one.

It can be seen from the imperial guards of Daxia that there are so few Jiupin in the world. The imperial guards of Daxia have always been the gathering place of the strong. However, even so, there is not one Jiupin in the 10000 people's imperial guards on average.

Or that sentence, Jiupin is not Chinese cabbage. There are three Jiupin strongmen in a small cottage. All fools know that there is a problem.

"Chief" a woman dressed as a bandit came and saluted respectfully.

"Well done," Ning Chen nodded.

"Thank you for your praise" the woman bowed her head.

"Get up, after tonight, you can go down the mountain." Ning Chen took a look at the village in front of him and said.

After she got up, she hesitated a little, but she still couldn't help asking, "how many people have you brought with you?"

"just myself!" Ning Chen said with a smile, "it's just suppressing bandits. There's no need to fight a big fight"

the woman's face was worried. She was just about to persuade, but Ning Chen stopped her.

"OK, you go back, I have my own sense of propriety"

"yes" the woman has no choice but to give a salute. She sighs in her heart. I don't know whether the chief is too confident or arrogant. How can one person's strength rival more than 4000 people in the stronghold.

Ning Chen doesn't explain, and there's no need to explain. He never plans to rush in foolishly. Yunling is such a good terrain that he doesn't make use of.

On the plain, facing the 4000 mountain bandits with many experts, he may still have some difficulty. However, this is a mountain. Horses can't run and people can't surround him. He has plenty of time to kill one by one.As the sun sets, Ning Chen stands on the boulder and waits for the dark to come. The reason is very simple, because it's inconvenient to go down at night.

He can't kill too fast by himself. Of course, he doesn't want anyone to run away.

Night has little influence on the strong above Jiupin, but not all Jiupin are on the mountain.

The worry on the woman's face did not disappear. She thought that the chief would come with the green guards and even the red guards. Unexpectedly, only the chief came.

Night gradually falls, the breeze, as expected, the east wind, Ning Chen stood in the direction of the wind, a pull under the boulder of a large bundle of arrows, broken wound bow bent, three arrows open.

Light fingers, bringing out three death streamers in the night, quietly across the void, directly toward the most peripheral patrol below.

Puff, puff, three arrows at the same time into the throat of three people, no exclamation, no pain roar, quietly, an arrow sealed the throat, blood spilled.

Ning Chen's hand is very fast. He bends his bow and takes an arrow. It's unchangeable. Successive black Streamers appear one after another. There's no brilliance, no sound, only a falling figure.

More and more people fell down. Finally, someone felt something was wrong. Just as he was going out to check, he was shot through his throat by a black arrow.

Spray of blood dyed the earth under the body, leaving only the eyes that can not be closed and the unwilling.

The smell of blood wafts away with the breeze, leaving the people in the stronghold nothing to investigate. The night is the best time to cover up the killing. Ning Chen specially chooses the position of night and against the wind, so as not to let one go.

This is a red ~ naked ~ naked killing, without any resistance, the figure on the boulder at night, from the beginning to the end did not show any compassion, a pair of cold eyes let people see the slightest emotion.

Death is the only result. The mountain stronghold is so big, but it can't escape from the ruthless eyes in the distance. The arrow light comes in a moment.

Killing is a boring thing, killing one person, two people, ten people, 100 people, killing more, only the same repetition, however, Ning Chen has decided to kill all people, so, he is actually very careful when killing.

Three arrows at the same time, four arrows at the same time, five arrows at the same time. Five arrows is his limit. No matter how much, he can't control the accuracy. Fortunately, he bends his bow very fast, and it's just blinking between two times in a row.

The person who wanted to shout was finally shot through his throat by the arrow light. Five people covered his throat together. The scene of blood spraying was wonderful and cruel.

After the outermost people are killed, the target will continue to move forward. Ning Chen will let go of the team with more than ten people. If there are more than ten people, he must pull the bow for the third time. This gap is enough for the rest to shout out.

On the boulder, the arrows like hills are rapidly decreasing, less than half of them at the beginning, which means that the Shanzhai people are also dead.

Ning Chen has enough arrows. He takes as many arrows as there are people in the stronghold.

He knew he couldn't shoot everyone like this, but in case of bad luck, it's always right to take more arrows.

However, it turns out that the bad luck still didn't appear. A woman who was going out to pour water unexpectedly saw her husband who had just fallen down and screamed, although the woman was also nailed to the wooden house by an arrow.

The woman's voice was very loud, and many people were startled. They ran out to check. Only then did they find that the outside was full of corpses.

Ning Chen's arrow can only kill five people at a time. Counting the reaction time, it's enough to shoot twice, that is, ten people, because there are very few ten people in their field of vision at the same time in the evening.

However, the woman's scream changed all this. There were a lot of people running out, no less than 20, and the matter was finally exposed.

Ning Chen still calmly sent all these 20 people to the Western Paradise. If you expose them, just expose them. Before the people who can stop them come, you can kill as many as you can.

"Stronghold leader"

in the stronghold, the sound of panic rang out, one after another. In the distance, in a wooden hall with luxurious construction and decoration, three pairs of eyes suddenly opened.

"Hua Mu, you go out to have a look." in the middle of the three seats, a gorgeous young woman who looked about 30 years old, her eyes were fixed and said.

"En" the middle-aged man on the left got up and walked out of the wooden hall.

On the boulder in the distance, Ning Chen's arrow hand stops and throws his arrow aside.

The Lord finally appeared.

The corner of Ning Chen's mouth is slightly bent, and his bow is full of pain. A silver arrow appears. Suddenly, the wind blows, and the sky is full of brilliance. It converges into an unparalleled arrow.

The next moment, the arrow awn, through the space limit, in the twinkling of an eye came to the man in front of the middle, bang, through the body and out, with blood all over the sky.

"How can"

seeing the huge black hole in front of his chest, the man in the middle moves his eyes to the direction of the arrow light difficultly. His blurred eyes can't see the shadow in the distance. What he can see is nothing but plain clothes and Shura in the night.

"The first arrow"

Ning Chen counts it softly. This arrow is not under his body. It doesn't shoot much, otherwise it will be very tiring.