V3.Chapter 74

Although yuan Lixun is not from Tianluo country, her face is not good-looking under the love of Wu and Wu. Kairong country is really deceiving others by doing so.

Moreover, she also knows why he Yiming is so angry.

Since the Kairong country even used its army, how can it hide it from others.

This kind of thing may have been clearly seen by the high-level officials of Tianluo, but no one came forward to speak at all.

At this moment, he Yiming secretly sighed that the weak country had been bullied by others, which was indeed a wise saying.

His eyes swept around. Where his eyes reached, the merchants here were nervous one by one, and a few of the women's family members and children were crowded together. In their eyes, there were panic eyes that were difficult to hide.

When he Yiming saw these eyes, his heart seemed to be stabbed by something.

These... Are all the people of Tianluo, who live under the protection of Shui Xuanjin and him.

Their worries and fears about the future made he Yiming surge with an inexplicable anger. This emotion didn't know where it came from, but it was slowly spreading, until it filled his heart.

The two boys in charge of monitoring them suddenly shivered. Their eyes looked at the tent where he Yiming lived and remembered the bone chilling air they felt when the curtain just opened.

They thought they felt cold because the tent was so cold. However, in their hearts, there is a puzzle. How did the three of them stay in such a cold tent.

Finally, many fast horses listened at a place more than 100 meters away from the camp.

Their movements became less uniform as they approached the camp. However, even if they look very casual, he Yiming knows that this is just what they deliberately do.

This group of people is definitely a well-trained team that obeys orders and prohibitions. It is also a strong team that can be trained only in the barracks.

Xu Su and others have surrounded their carriages outside. Although this may not play a big role, it is better than nothing.

Seeing that they stopped, Xu Su felt a little relieved and said, "brothers, we are a small caravan from Kairong country. We pass by your place and have filial piety."

A spear suddenly flew out of the camp, crossed a bright line in the air, reached tens of meters away, and diagonally inserted into a few meters away in front of the brigands leader.

Above the spear, there is a package. Although not very big, it looks rather heavy.

The contents must be yellow and white, and the quantity will not be too small.

He Yiming's heart moved. Xu Su was really sophisticated. It was obviously not the first time for him to deal with similar things. He behaved properly, used both hard and soft, and was neither humble nor overbearing.

If they met a horse thief like the red scarves thief in the past, and they were not led by those top masters with ten levels of internal strength, they might really get through it easily.

After all, from the strength shown on that spear, at least it has more than eight levels of internal strength.

For these ordinary oneortwo hundred horse thieves, if they want to kill such a master, they may lose more than gain.

However, a burst of laughter like thunder came from the opposite side, and there was an indescribable smell of contempt in that voice, just like a person high up looking at the begging on the roadside, full of disdain and contempt.

"The people inside listen, hand over half of the goods, and all the women will stay and let you live."

In the caravan, there was an uproar

Yuan Lixun's face was cold and said, "it's too much. They want to kill everything." After a pause, she said, "what do the troops of Kairong think? Aren't they afraid of scaring people out, and there will be no traders taking this road anymore?"

He Yiming snorted coldly and said, "the merchants of Tianluo are gone, but the merchants of Kairong are still there."

Yuan Lixun suddenly realized that she looked around, opposite the eyes of those women and children, and became more and more angry in her heart.

Xu Su's face was gloomy and frightening. Suddenly, a fat man came to him with great difficulty and care, and asked in a low voice, "brother Xu, how's it going?"

Xu Su shook her head slightly and said in a low, inaudible voice, "no, it's a big trouble."

Zhang Facai was shocked and said, "there are only more than 200 of them."

"Their 200 people are much more powerful than the mob here." Xu Su said coldly, "we have been friends for decades. Listen to me. Take your people and lose the goods. Run away later."

Zhang Facai's body trembled. The fat on his face trembled and said, "what about you?"

Xu Su smiled miserably and said, "since I ate this bowl of rice with the edge of the knife licking blood, what else can I do?"

A fierce light flashed in Zhang Facai's small eyes and whispered, "let's go together."

Xu Su shook her head slightly and said flatly, "you can go, I can't." His eyes suddenly showed a rare crazy color: "if you want me to die, I will let them leave enough price..."

Zhang Facai sighed. He knew that Xu Su was dead and would never come back. And what Xu Su said is also right. Since he chose this road, if he flees today, he will never be able to lift his head in front of others in the future.

He moved his fat body and returned to his tent. He glanced at those precious goods in his eyes. Although that eye was full of reluctance, when he took back his eyes, there was no nostalgia at all. It seemed that those things did not belong to him.

In the distance, it seems that I am impatient to wait.

The thief leader suddenly shouted, "give shameless things, and if you don't give people and things, you will be killed."

He raised his knife high in his hand and burst out a voice like thunder: "kill..."

Behind him, more than 200 people raised their weapons together, and the point of the blade pointed far away was the camp here.

"Kill."

The violent voice formed a huge sound wave, hovering over the camp.

Suddenly, the whole camp was silent. After seeing the rainbow like momentum of others, no one would think that Xu Su and others could resist it anymore.

Even with Xu Su for more than ten years, the old man who was full of confidence in him wavered at this moment.

Everyone knows that when this group of people rush over, it is absolutely unstoppable. And their crude cart defense may not even be an obstacle in the eyes of others.

"Wow..." loud cries suddenly rang out from the camp.

Although these vendors do not have many family members, the number of women and children does not exceed 40. But at this time, someone couldn't stand it and cried bitterly.

In an instant, the tragic atmosphere spread throughout the camp, and the already panic atmosphere spread unrestricted.

Xu Suxin couldn't cry well, but to his surprise, the cavalry on the opposite side didn't take this opportunity to kill the general, but there was a sound of mocking laughter in that direction. It seemed that they had never worried about this action and disdained the sneak attack.

Xu Su sighed, smiled bitterly, and looked up at the sky. The fame accumulated for decades will be lost today.

He looked into the distance. In this dark world, he seemed to see his wife and children waiting for his safe return in front of his house in the distance.

He wriggled gently in his mouth and pulled out the long sword bit by bit.

From him, the most powerful momentum in his life soared.

"Pass it on. Once they attack, everyone don't resist, run away immediately. If you lose the goods, it's important to protect your life. One who can escape is another..."

People around him looked at each other. When Xu Su pulled out his sword, they all thought it was the boss who showed his determination to fight to the end. But what Xu Su said surprised them.

One man took a step forward and said, "brother, isn't it a horse thief? If we fight with them, we won't necessarily lose."

Xu Su gave a wry smile, patted him on the shoulder and said, "listen to me and do it."

Everyone around him was silent, but under his gaze, he had to obey his orders.

When the last person also left, Xu Su's face became more and more bitter. He whispered to himself, "the elite in the army of Kairong country, what are we going to fight with them?"

Suddenly, an unexpected, low voice sounded in his ear: "of course, it's to fight with your life."

Xu Su was shocked. He suddenly turned around, but he Yiming came to him at some time. His face changed greatly. He arranged two people to monitor them, but how did he come here.

His long sword stood up and said coldly, "who are you and what do you want to do?"

He Yiming turned a blind eye to the bright sword in his hand, and just walked forward.

Seeing he Yiming's body coming towards him, Xu Su saw that the sword in his hand was about to pierce his body. He involuntarily withdrew his sword, stepped back two steps and made way for the passage.

He Yiming stopped and took a deep look at him as he passed by.

This eye contained the eyes that made Xu Su tremble. Then he walked out of the carriage circle and stopped more than ten meters in front.

Xu Su looked at the back of he Yiming in a daze, and countless thoughts in his heart were fighting violently.

Suddenly, he felt something different around him. Looking up, dozens of brothers who followed him through Tianluo and danced a narrow-minded dance on the road between life and death were already reunited with him.

Although the expressions in their eyes are different, they look at themselves with trust.

His heart was hot, but he immediately remembered the strength of the regular army of Kairong country, and the enthusiasm that had just surged suddenly seemed to be watered by water, which was as cold as a heart.

Take a deep breath, he waved his big hand and said, "you are the same. You are scattered. One who can escape is one. Remember, live..."

He strode forward, pushed away the crowd, got out of the carriage, and came to he Yiming's side.

He Yiming looked at him with a smile and said, "Why are you still alone?"

Xu Su smiled bitterly and said, "they all have families and children. I can't let them die here for nothing."

He Yiming turned his head back and asked with a smile, "so... What about you?"

Xu Su's teeth clenched, and there was a hint of pain in his eyes

He Yiming's voice sounded gently in the noisy laughter. Although it was not big, it was clear and audible, as if he was talking close to his ear.

"If even people like you lose the confidence to win, then... Tianluo country, it's really going to lose."

Xu Su opened his mouth wide, and his heart was full of mixed feelings. Somehow, he vaguely felt that he Yiming's words had a power that made him excited. The cold blood in his body seemed to boil again. The body, which was no longer young, seemed to be full of strange strength and fighting spirit that did not belong to him.

He turned his head mercilessly and looked at the cavalry in front of him like a cat playing with a mouse. His eyes gradually turned red.

Bright red as blood

Behind them, dozens of men looked at me and me. They looked at each other. Some people's eyes twinkled, but more people's eyes were filled with an increasingly bright brilliance.

Finally, a middle-aged man pulled out his waist knife, which was nearly one meter long and wide.

He stretched out his thick tongue and licked the blade. A wisp of bright red liquid flowed out along the sharp edge. He kowtowed twice, laughed a few times, and glanced at his companions' faces.

Then, he turned around and strode through the carriage, following Xu Su's footsteps.

The original people with flickering eyes were swept by his eyes, and their faces were suddenly green and red, and the ideological struggle in their hearts was at a glance.

An old man with one eye and one arm suddenly sighed. He lifted a long thing from behind, slowly moved out of the carriage, and walked towards it.

He is the fireman in this team and has always been in charge of cooking.

He is disabled. Not only does he lack an eye and a hand, but also his feet are lame.

In the dark night, his steps looked more and more difficult. But at this moment, no one dared to laugh at him.

"His grandma's..."

A grumpy voice cut through the silent night sky, and a young man stood up, and he didn't know whether it was because of excitement or fear that he became red.

"It's with a handle. Just follow me."

His voice was loud and deafening. Then he picked up a big axe almost as high as him and walked forward.

However, before his figure crossed the shaft, a thin figure had rushed out first. He rushed to the old fireman's side like a follower, holding the old man's trembling body firmly.

In an instant, everyone recognized that this little guy was an orphan adopted by the old fireman, a thin little boy of only 12 years old.

Figures stepped out from behind the carriage, and they came silently behind Xu su.

Xu Su didn't look back, but if he looked back, he would surely know why he Yiming came here silently.

Because, among the people behind him, two of them are the young people he sent out to monitor he Yiming.

At this time, the eyes of the two young people were flashing with excited eyes, and their nose wings twitched nervously. Only after they stood out with a cavity of warm blood did they feel this huge pressure and have a strong momentum of ignoring life.

On their bodies, there is a momentum of death at home.

This atmosphere seemed to infect, and the original panic camp suddenly quieted down.

From the gap of each carriage, there are several pairs of eyes staring at all this silently.

However, not everyone went out.

After the vast majority of people got out of the carriage, several people looked at each other, and their eyes were filled with uncontrollable panic.

Silently, they turned and left. Under the cover of the night, they rode on their horses and desperately fled to the distance.

They abandoned their companions and the caravan they guarded. In the face of life and death, they chose their own lives, even if they were discredited in the future, even if they were far away from home, even if they were despised by others, and then they remained anonymous.

But after all, they survived

Yuan Lixun looked at the distance, and her eyes also floated a trace of sadness for those who fled here far away.

Not far away, the more than 200 Knights looked coldly at he Yiming and others who were less than 100 meters away from them. On the faces of these knights, they all wore cruel and calm smiles.

A man said, "unexpectedly, I finally saw several warriors this time."

"Warriors?" The voice of the knight leader was cold and without a sense of guilt: "warriors will only be born in Kairong country. What Tianluo needs is not warriors, but obedient cowards."

This man has a high reputation among the Knights. When he began to speak, no one dared to interrupt.

Glancing at the direction of the eastern horizon, the knight leader laughed and said, "the moment the sun rises, we will attack. Remember, don't kill those who escape. I will kill those who resist."

"Yes." The voice of one voice came out of each Knight's mouth.

The chief Knight raised his huge machete in his hand, and he spat softly, saying: "a group of cheap things dare to resist me, and I want you to know that anyone who tries to resist the Kairong country will turn into ashes. As for the chief..." he laughed, as if he were telling a trivial matter: "I want to divide him into five parts."

As if feeling the increasing killing intention here, the whole camp was quiet. Most people look around in a daze. They simply can't decide what to do.

More than a dozen people also stood up, holding their own weapons, silently standing outside the cart circle.

However, there is not even one tenth of those who can really stand up here.

Everyone, at this moment, has made a choice.

Finally, the troops in front began to line up. It seemed that they had given up their intention to dress up as horse thieves, and more than 200 horses were lined up in a neat line.

The distance between horses has widened, and anyone can guess at this scene.

These people are not undisciplined and rampant horse thieves, but well-trained elite troops.

They, in full view of the public, took a good picture of the queue. The first knight held his machete high and suddenly shouted, and the first row of cavalry shouted, like thousands of troops.