Twilight Boundary

Chapter 859 Monkey Wine Enters the Mountain

"Blame me!"

In the small county in the south of Huzhou, Houerjiu and Sweet Potato Shao are not very good at interpersonal relationships, but they can also see that the bald old Zhang is suspicious and does not want to go to war.

Now is the time to grab time. If you delay for a while, you don't know how many changes will happen outside. Therefore, Sweet Potato Shao was a little angry and said: "This bald donkey doesn't know what is good and what is good!"

"When I find someone to find out where his wife and children live, I can give him some advice..."

“…”

Houerjiu gently stopped the sweet potatoes from burning and advised: "It is impossible for people to place their hopes on things they have never seen. He does not believe that just the two of us can solve his current predicament, so he is a little suspicious. , understandable.”

"We can only blame ourselves for not being able to convince him, but we can't blame him for not coaxing us out directly. He already has a good temper."

“…”

Diguashao looked at Houerjiu who was so patient with some surprise, and said: "You are quite a nice person..."

I remembered that when we were in the meeting, everyone refused to come over to join him. They thought he was unlikable, but now he seems to be gentle and polite. He just treats people a little coldly, and he doesn't seem to be very good at getting along with others. Like communicating.

Diguashao intended to help this little brother who looked a little honest, and found an opportunity to enlighten him that such a character is not easy to get along with in this world, so he said with a smile: "Then he doesn't believe it, what are you going to do?"

Houerjiu said softly: "Asking him to send troops directly would easily lead to misunderstandings, so of course, we must choose a way to persuade him that will not cause misunderstandings."

Diguashao was immediately curious to see if he had any way to prevent people from misunderstanding. He followed Houerjiu, who had figured out the matter, and entered the military tent again.

Then Houerjiu looked at the people in the tent, raised his head and asked the bald old man: "Snakes, scorpions, centipedes, toads, geckos..."

"Which one do you like best?"

These words have no beginning and no end. The bald old Zhang is very worried at the moment, and he doesn’t want to leave this place and retreat. His reputation will be ruined in one day, and his future under the hands of King Ming will be ruined. However, he knows very well how terrifying King Hunshi is. Don't worry about anything else.

He really disliked these two "outsiders" who said they wanted to come over to help but offered no advice and had no soldiers, but he did not dare to offend them.

Faced with this sudden inquiry, he was just stunned for a moment and subconsciously said: "Toad?"

Toads can be roasted and eaten, and Lao Zhang often ate them when he was poor.

Houerjiu received the answer and nodded: "Easy to handle."

He gently waved the flute in his hand in the air, and heard a loud cry suddenly rang out from a shriveled cloth bag on the cattle carriage outside.

"Quack!"

The movement was so sudden that neither the bald old Zhang nor the guards around him reacted.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes changed. His pupils turned yellow-brown for a moment, like a toad, and there were a few bumps on his forehead, but they calmed down immediately, and he looked no different from before. .

But there was a look of sudden realization on his face, and he even felt a bit of self-blame in his heart. He slapped himself apologetically and said to Houerjiu: "Sir, you risked your life to save me, but we are still hesitant. It really shouldn’t be!”

"Now, although my brothers under Lao Zhang have suffered heavy casualties, they can still carry the sword. Let us go up the sword mountain or down the volcano, sir, just give us orders."

"Anyone who frowns is not a good man!"

“…”

Houerjiu nodded and said: "There is no need to go up to the Mountain of Swords or the Sea of ​​Fire. Pack your bags and head south with me. Don't waste your time!"

"Earlier, I promised the Zhu family to visit within three months, but now I'm almost late!"

Bald-headed Lao Zhang immediately blamed himself and said repeatedly: "The older you get in the world, the less courageous you become. It's because I, Lao Zhang, was frightened out of his wits by the Hunshiwang, and I almost delayed my husband's important event!"

"quick!"

He ordered his men to pack up immediately and leave the city.

Not only was he anxious, but inside the tent, his subordinate bodyguards and two apprentices were also anxious. They were deeply ashamed of their hesitation and wished they could go and get a hundred military sticks first.

On the other hand, Diguashao, who was standing next to him and felt that Houerjiu's treatment was too pedantic, changed his expression.

First, he quietly looked at his eyes in the water tank, then patted his small chest, and said with some fear: "According to the precise method you said, this is it?"

All is said and done, the soldiers and horses under Bald Lao Zhang were killed and they could not escape. Only about 800 people were left, which was the last of his family fortune.

With these 800 people, there is hope for another 10,000 or even tens of thousands of troops.

Killing these 800 people would mean annihilating the entire army. It was extremely difficult for him to decide at first, but now he actually waved his hand and organized the remaining soldiers and horses to fight with the 500 hemp-clad troops brought by Digua Shao. , left the county together.

Looking at the 100,000 mountains that were once like nightmares and never dared to step into them again, I moved forward mightily.

Earlier, they were still cautious and cautious, but now they even threw away the word caution. After seven or eight hours of rushing, day and night, they had already penetrated deep into the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

But such a blatant entry into the mountain had already disturbed every plant and tree in the mountain. Soon, a willow whistle suddenly sounded all around.

It started with one sound and became one after another, everywhere, as if surrounded by the sound of willow whistle.

"No, it's...it's the bamboo raft army..."

When the soldiers and horses under his command heard this movement, their faces turned pale with fear.

Even the bald old man who had been poisoned suddenly picked up the knife and stood at the front, but his palms were trembling.

The bamboo platoon army under King Hunshi is almost like a nightmare to the bald old man. These bamboo platoon troops wear blue skirts, like to wear silver jewelry, and carry bamboo tubes on their backs, interspersing among the mountains, appearing and disappearing like ghosts.

Previously, Lao Guang had 10,000 soldiers and horses, plus tens of thousands of peasants who could copy and follow them into the battle formation. I don't know how many of them died in the hands of the bamboo platoon soldiers.

The opponent's fighting skills are not very good, but the bamboo tube he is carrying is extremely evil.

In a fight with the opponent, once the opponent knocks on the bamboo tube, no matter how fierce the man is, he will hold his head and roll on the ground in pain.

Not only did they die miserably at their hands, but those who were rescued were also covered in strange insects that were difficult to cure.

The sound of the willow whistle was a sign that they had discovered the enemy. To Lao Zhang's men, it was equivalent to a roll call from the King of Hell.

"First...sir..."

Although he is also a master of the discipline and has a strong knife in his hand, the bald old Zhang is really timid at the moment. He is guarding the front with the knife, but he is already timid.

He kept turning back and looking at Wu Song, his face full of pleading.

"I know!"

At this moment, Houerjiu, who was sitting on the cattle carriage, just nodded slightly.

Then he tilted his ears slightly and said to himself: "Is this the bamboo platoon soldier?"

"How many have come?"

“…”

Upon hearing his question, Bald Lao Zhang immediately replied in a trembling voice: "The Bamboo Pavilion Army hides in the mountains and never shows up easily, but I have fought with them several times and know that they have at least two or three thousand people. Although it is not a lot, it is too Even ten thousand people can’t defeat Xie Yi!”

"Not so much..."

Next to her, Diguashao suddenly raised her head, as if she heard someone reporting to her, and said, "There are only seven or eight hundred people."

Houerjiu also withdrew his gaze at this time and said: "Eight hundred and thirty-two people."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, wondering why he was so sure, but Houerjiu didn't explain, but slowly took out a cigarette rod from the car.

While stuffing tobacco inside, he said: "This bamboo platoon army can be said to be the stupidest soldier trained by the Zhu family."

The bald old Zhang trembled when he heard this: What happened to his own soldiers and horses after being tortured by this bamboo raft army? But you call them stupid?

Three of the eight disciples under him died on their weird bamboo tubes...

Houerjiu continued: "Among the shamans, it is easy to find eight hundred people who know how to use voodoo, but it is impossible for them to make the same voodoo and enforce the same orders and prohibitions as the army."

"This is determined by the characteristics of the voodoo insects and the people who refine the voodoos. Therefore, these eight hundred bamboo platoon troops were originally soldiers, and the voodoos on them were all refined by others."

"You have to use someone else's poison, and you also need to prevent the poison from backfire on yourself, so you need a unified method for the poison to identify you."

"As long as they see through this method, they can reap the consequences."

“…”

Although the bald old man was bewitched by a poison, the poison was so clever that apart from listening to Houerjiu's words, his other thinking abilities were still there.

When I heard this, I couldn't help but feel overjoyed. If I knew how the Bamboo Pai Army prevented the poison from backlash, wouldn't I be able to use it on my own soldiers and horses? Wouldn't this be equivalent to breaking the opponent's poison? Of course, this method must be a secret of the Bamboo Pai Army, and I'm afraid it's hard to find out.

The others were also listening to Houerjiu's story and thinking about it. But when they saw what he said, they took a flint and lit a cigarette and smoked slowly. They didn't listen to the rest for a long time, but they felt strange in their hearts. .

Someone had the courage to say: "First... Sir, since you have guessed the ability of this bamboo raft army, then... is there any way to defeat the enemy?"

Houerjiu slowly smoked the bag of cigarettes in his hand. It was not until someone asked at this time that he slowly knocked the pot of the cigarette bag and said, "The killing is over."

"What?"

Everyone was shocked, hearing it was like a fantasy.

But soon someone plucked up the courage and rushed into the forest. They saw corpses one by one, all lying behind the grass. Judging from the appearance of the clothes, they were exactly what the Bamboo Platoon Army was wearing.

At this moment, everyone's face turned black, they were frothing at the mouth, and there were strange worms on their bodies, crawling in and out of their seven orifices, but they were already dead and could no longer die.

And it's not just the ones close here that are dead.

When the bag of cigarettes started to be smoked, the faint smoke drifted into the forest. It seemed to be mixed with the mist in the forest, making it difficult to distinguish it.

Bald Lao Zhang and the soldiers and horses under his men were not aware of it at all, but deep in the forest, it was like a cauldron exploded. I don’t know how many people, groups and teams, were ordered to attack Bald Lao Zhang and others. The approaching bamboo raft army.

Some people have already held the bamboo tubes they carried behind their backs, while others are blowing willow whistles to convey messages.

But when the smoke dispersed, their expressions suddenly changed. In the bamboo tube behind them, the Gu insects became inexplicably agitated, disobeying orders and crawling around in the bamboo tube.

In the forest, from all directions, only rustling sounds could be heard. Countless insects crawled out of the trees, on the ground, among the dead leaves, and in the grass.

These bamboo raft soldiers and horses wanted to shout, but they couldn't even make a sound, and their bodies were covered with poisonous insects.

He wanted to escape, but the more he fled, the more he saw that he was surrounded by snakes and insects.

Behind the bamboo raft army, on a low **** in the distance, there were three men, one tall, one short, and one thin, sitting cross-legged, with a Gu basin in front of them.

"not good…"

After noticing something strange about the Gu insect, all three of them looked shocked and jumped up.

Around the voodoo basin, they danced strangely, recited obscure incantations quickly, and even cut their palms and sprinkled blood into the voodoo basin.

But the female insect in the Gu basin was still restless and screamed, causing the Gu basin to make a clanging sound.

The three of them tried their best to hold on for a long time... Or maybe, it didn't take long, and they didn't even last through a pack of cigarettes. There were already cracks on the Gu basin. Two of the three people His face turned blue and he slowly fell to his knees on the ground.

Only the last one gritted his teeth, picked up the scimitar, cut off his own arm, and then fled into the deep forest desperately, screaming as if he had seen a ghost.

…

…

"With one bag of cigarettes, eight hundred Gu soldiers were killed?" On the other side, even the bald old Zhang who was infected by the Gu was looking at the monkey who was sitting on the bullock cart and slowly put away the cigarette bag. He was so drunk that his voice was already trembling.

The people under his command had dispersed, and found corpses of bamboo raft soldiers one after another. Some people moved forward to look for them, and already saw the corpses of two Gu masters on the hillside, as well as a broken Gu basin. .

He didn't understand. This was beyond his understanding of the world. Because of the unknown, he even gave birth to fear.

"Their Gu is too old-fashioned."

Houerjiu explained politely, but a little confusion could be heard in his voice: "I only know how to refine Gu with the skills passed down from my ancestors, but I don't understand that many strange things in this world are caused by Tai Sui. Only part of the skills passed down from our ancestors can be used.”

"They have been learning over and over again, but they don't know how to adapt and stick to the rules. Doesn't this mean that they have put their lives in the hands of their opponents?"

Everyone listened with question marks on their foreheads.

Although this gentleman in white robe seems to be very polite, he does not act like a charlatan and answers all questions.

But I couldn't understand it even if I asked.

But the more plain and polite he behaves, the more frightening he becomes.

Only the sweet potatoes were burned, so I became more courageous. Now I have discovered that the white-robed guy seems to be different from what I thought, but Sister Gua is also arrogant and will not accept anyone except Hu Ma.

At this moment, it was she who led the people to patrol around the forest, checked a few times, and after a while, they came out of the forest.

Several soldiers wearing white linen around her helped her drag the bodies of the two "Gu Gongs" and said, "Brother Wu, you still haven't done your job well. I saw the footprints of three old men on the slope, but there were only Two died, and one ran back..."

"Leave him back to report the news."

Houerjiu slowly raised his head, looked at the direction in which the Gu Master was escaping, and said, "So that others can be prepared."

Sweet Potato Shao was startled for a moment: "Eh?"

The soldiers and horses beside him, as well as a few courageous counselors, were completely confused at this moment.

In war, one must be unexpected, and soldiers must be quick.

Catch them off guard before the other party can react, and you win. Are there any who say hello in advance?

If both sides have equal numbers of troops, that would be fine. Now it is clear that there are fewer people on our side...

As for their surprise, Houerjiu noticed it and explained politely: "The Hundred Thousand Mountains is too big to go through one by one. It would be troublesome, so I need them to get together first."

…

…

The facts turned out to be as Houerjiu had expected. The Gu Master lost one of his hands, escaped back to the Hunshi King's army, and reported to the superiors.

King Hunshi was so frightened that he got up in the middle of the night to ask. After learning about the situation in the mountains, he was so angry that he dropped the tea cup in his hand to the ground. He cried out sadly: "The eight hundred bamboo platoon army, that's the grandpa of the Zhu family. He gave me the most powerful soldiers and horses to use in fighting for the world..."

"You said they didn't even see each other's shadow clearly, so they both died in the forest."

“…”

"Someone broke their self-defense method, causing the Gu insects to bite back..."

The Gu Lord who had escaped not only had a broken arm, his face was pale, and stars were shining in his eyes, but he also felt that all the bones in his body were falling apart, and all the Gu bugs on his body were burrowing into his internal organs as if they were out of control.

With all his strength, he could only scream loudly: "It's Xie Sui... Xie Sui... They have already brought Huzhou soldiers and horses into the mountains..."

He wanted to remind the Hunshi King that the evil spirit that entered the forest was powerful and to make him careful, but when he finished these last words, he felt that his internal organs were torn apart, and his body refused to obey and went limp.

"They are looking for death!"

When King Hunshi saw Duke Gu die in front of him, he was so furious that he started clapping the case.

It is not difficult for him to feed the eight hundred bamboo platoon soldiers, and they have repeatedly performed extraordinary feats in battles. Only eight hundred people have caused people in Huzhou to panic, and the army has collapsed. How can you not be angry when you are in the mountains?

And when he heard that the other party actually dared to enter the mountains, he gritted his teeth and shouted: "Gather your troops and horses, set off at dawn and go into the mountains!"

"Grandpa, please teach me the technique of awakening mountains, and one hundred thousand mountains can be used by me!"

"We were about to see how they would seek death!"

“…”

After the strict order was issued, the Huotou army immediately got up and buried the stove to cook. When dawn came, the whole army had filled their stomachs, and they immediately raised the big flag, and the generals led their troops into the mountains. , and he personally cast spells in front of the mountain and played the drums.

This drum was personally given to me by the grandfather of the Zhu family. It is one of the three drums of Guanshan, the Fierce Heart Drum.

Inside the drum, there is a living human heart, beating all the time.

The drumsticks were made from human leg bones. Once struck, the sound shook the mountains and forests, and could wake up the mountains to eat people.

It can be said that wherever there are mountains, the Hunshi King's army can be invincible.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

The sound of the vicious drum beats and spreads thousands of miles. The sound of the drum echoes between the dark, endless, deep and huge Hundred Thousand Mountains, and the peaks one after another.

As if awakening this ancient mountain forest, some shocking, huge, yet strange changes are taking place in the mountains.

The first time I looked at this mountain, it was continuous. When I looked at it the second time, I felt that the mountain had changed. It was like a chess piece. It was still here just now. When I looked at it the second time, it had moved to another place. Location.

…

…

"Coming, coming..."

Near Bald Lao Zhang and his party, all the bamboo platoon soldiers were killed by a bag of cigarettes, and they seemed to have become more courageous.

But a total of more than a thousand people could not see a shadow even if they were thrown into the mountain. As they walked, facing this dark and invisible mountain, they always had a lingering awe and did not dare to speak loudly.

While walking, I suddenly heard the sound of drums coming from deep in the mountains.

The sound of the drum is like the beating of a heart, deep and heavy, with a certain sad and eerie atmosphere.

The whole army raised their heads suddenly and saw that the vast mountains seemed to have changed. The lush pines and cypresses in the mountains seemed to have turned into people, and the withered vines and grass seemed to have turned into human beings. The hair undulates and dangles like waves.

It was clear that the mountain tops that had just been climbed not long ago were now in front of them. The strange cliffs and valleys seemed to have opened their eyes and looked at themselves.

"The mountain...the mountain is alive again..."

When someone shouted in a low voice, everyone seemed to have lost their souls, and there was an uncontrollable tremor in their voices.

Some people even wanted to throw away the weapons in their hands, turn around and run away.

The Bamboo Pavilion Army is scary enough, but the Bamboo Pavilion Army is still human after all. No matter how scary people are, there is always a limit. What scares Bald Lao Zhang's soldiers the most is this hundred thousand mountain.

I didn’t know how many soldiers and horses there were earlier, but they were all well-positioned in the mountains. Taking advantage of the mountains, there were indeed many places where one man was in charge and no one could open them. But what happened later made the whole army break through the defenses. .

The Hunshi King's soldiers and horses are not the strongest in the world, and his swords and armor are not the strongest.

Only this technique of awakening mountains can wake up mountains to eat people, and inexplicably make enemy soldiers and horses hang to death in the mountains one by one.

This kind of thing cannot be explained clearly, the path is unclear, there is no way to block it, and there is no way to avoid it. It is the easiest thing to lose one's morale.

Now that the drums are beating again, I can no longer suppress the fear in my heart. I just widen my eyes and watch the fog in the mountains getting thicker and deeper. In the mist, I can only see patches of hillside. Under the ancient tree, ropes hung down.

Some of the corpses hanging above were fresh, while others were mostly rotten.

Now he slowly turned his head at the same time, showing a strange blue smile to his former comrades, as if inviting them to stay on this hillside together.

…

…

"It's a big deal..."

For a moment, Sweet Potato Shao didn't even bother to speculate on Monkey Wine's abilities. He kept looking furtively this way and then that way, and said carefully: "How could this mountain become so evil?" ?”

"More evil than my brothers..."

Others didn't know it, but Diguashao himself knew it very well. It seemed that he only brought five hundred troops with hemp, but in fact, he brought thousands of troops, but these troops could not be seen by living people.

But now that I entered the mountain, I actually felt that those soldiers and horses were looming in my perception, and little ghosts were wandering around in the mountain, as if they were lost.

Naturally, she knew that she was fighting against a ghost.

But the brothers he brought here are originally ghosts. Is it natural for ghosts to fight against ghosts?

There were some things that were beyond his understanding, so he suddenly became humble, looked at Houerjiu cautiously, and said in a testing tone: "Brother, is there anything else you can do? "

Houerjiu also slowly jumped down from the cattle carriage and said slowly: "It's indeed a bit tricky."

After burning the sweet potatoes, are you embarrassed?

I felt a little happy again. I puffed up my chest and expressed the good idea I had thought about in my heart.

Then Houerjiu looked at the gloomy and terrifying mountains all around and said slowly: "How could they be so stupid as to wake up the Hundred Thousand Mountains and send one hundred thousand troops of their own into the mountains? The foundation for this Awakening Mountain technique?"

"When we agreed to fight with the Ten Surnames, it was to save fewer lives."

"Now, if all these 100,000 troops died here in the blink of an eye, wouldn't it look a bit..."

“…”

After pondering for a while, he thought of a suitable word: "Waste?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the surroundings suddenly became much quieter. Everyone was stunned and thought they had heard wrongly.

Sweet potato roast opened his mouth wide at once: "Damn, are you serious?"

"I don't like killing people."

Houerjiu didn't explain much, just shook his head slowly, and then asked the bald old Zhang to move a bamboo basket from his cattle carriage, hold a flute, and stand in front of the bamboo basket. Breathing out a low breath.

Looking up at the Sweet Potato Shao, Wen Yan said: "But I'm here to fight with the Zhu family. The Zhu family is a good opponent, so I need to do my best."

"Since I have to go all out, I can't hold back. I can't destroy the Zhu family's method while also considering the lives of these people."

"Fortunately you are here."

He seemed to have thought of something, turned to look at Digua Shao, and smiled: "I also know that your hemp-clad army is just a cover, and there are some powerful methods hidden, so it's up to you to drive away those Hunshiwang soldiers and horses. Bar!"

"If one more of them can escape from this mountain, it will be considered as saving one more life for this new world."

“…”

After saying these words, he raised his head slightly. There was silence in the mountain forest, and even the drum sound deep in the mountain seemed to become lighter at this moment.

The sweet potato next to him was also confused: "Me? Save people?"

"yes!"

Houerjiu looked at her, smiled gently, and said, "I can see that you are a very warm-hearted girl."

"Since I can't think about these things, then it's up to you to protect the soldiers and horses that follow us into the mountain, as well as the soldiers and horses driven by the Zhu family!"

"I'm sure you'll be fine!"

(End of chapter)