Ghost Cry practiced "Ten Years of Sharpening a Sword", spent three months integrating all his skills, and spent most of the next three months in the library of the Mission Pavilion, reading hundreds of books, and reading almost all common spells. Don't seek to learn, but to understand, so as not to encounter chaos and overwhelmed.

March after March, when he said goodbye to Elder Zhou and walked out of Shushan, it was already summer, with a hundred flowers competing for beauty, a flock of birds flying, and butterflies flying all over the mountains and fields flying on the flowers, shuttling between the mountain streams.

In a cluster of flowers, there is a rustling sound. The pollen-stained beak suddenly popped out, startling a flock of butterflies.

The ghost cried and said hello, and it hurriedly followed.

The ghost cried like an arrow, the scorching sun was on his head, and his green shirt was soaked, but he refused to stop and rest for a while, and rushed home. Cai Wei, the big dark horse, and the uncle are all his concerns. I haven't seen them for half a year, and I don't know how they are.

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Knowing that the irritating voice did not stop all the time, outside a bamboo forest, a group of people were standing or sitting, with their clothes open, even bare-chested, holding spears sharpened from bamboo, sweating profusely and gathering together, refusing to disperse.

On the side of the road outside the bamboo forest, there is a teahouse. The two old couples who run the teahouse looked at the group of people tremblingly.

"TND shit, damn it! Damn it!"

A man lifted the tea bowl and smashed it to pieces, spilling the debris all over the ground and flying debris everywhere.

The two old couples shook their flesh and skin, and their eyes were full of fear.

"Alright, alright!" another man said impatiently: "Old Five, lose your temper and go outside, don't make noise here." ”

As he spoke, he looked at the middle-aged man sitting at the table with the cold tea, tasting it carefully: "Boss, what should we do next? ”

Grain, grain, grain...... It's like a talisman, and it makes people's heads explode.

Since the incident, they have had a smooth journey, but in a poor county, they have run into a full bag.

The surrounding villagers, knowing early that they were coming, moved everything, burned down the houses, sealed the wells, and then moved to the city, relying on the city walls to defend themselves.

At first, they thought it was nothing, a poor county with a population of only 3,000 households, and there were no defenders, just some government servants, and the number was not more than 100. And they, numbering tens of thousands, have broken through more than a dozen large and small counties, invincible, and invincible, how can they be afraid of a county town that does not even have a moat.

Then, they knew they were wrong.

The appearance of bows and arrows on the city walls was beyond their expectations. I thought it would be good to have hundreds of work, but I don't know, there are 300 bows. What they expected even more was that the bows and arrows were extremely accurate. One arrow is certainly an exaggeration, but a few arrows and one is true.

Rushing under the city walls from a hundred paces away, they fell more than two hundred brothers. Then set up a ladder and go up to the city wall. It was a direct fatal blow.

Most of the people who guarded it were dressed in cloth, old and young, men and women, either luxurious or coarse, and some even had their patches. But without exception, they used swords.

One by one, the swordsmanship is extremely high. They may not be a match for the hordes of well-trained officers and soldiers, but their swords are terrifying against the scattered rangers.

It's just a stick on the head, and they hit their heads with blood, and their eyes are full of stars.

More than 1,000 brothers who rushed to the city wall were killed in one face.

There were bows and arrows on both sides, and sometimes there were murderers in front of them. After a while, half of the brothers who had rushed up the wall retreated, and the remaining half lay down.

At that time, the old man was indignant and personally led his troops to rush forward. It can be seen that the other party has no experience in defending the city, and he did not stop him from rushing forward at all.

Then, he bumped into the county commander in the official uniform, and was immediately excited, but only one of them was cut off by the county commander's sword.

Fear, screaming. The brothers who rushed forward again began to be frightened, and they retreated with a crawl, and their morale completely collapsed.

There are few people on the other side, and they don't dare to chase them out.

The two sides confronted each other, and the rebels began to set up camp on their side.

The night passed, dozens of people died quietly, and suddenly, everyone's eyes were wrong.

A new boss was hastily elected last night, but this morning, the boss was discovered, dead, and had been shot through the throat.

The current boss is sitting in this position, and he is even more frightened, for fear that if he is not careful, he will be taken off by others, so he is no longer willing to live in a village that can shelter from the wind and rain, but stops in front of this bamboo forest and hides in the teahouse.

Drinking the already cold tea one by one, it was impossible to see what he was thinking. In fact, he was in a daze, thinking about how to get out of the situation.

Everywhere they went, they plundered the land.

As a matter of common sense, food should be sufficient. However, because of the lavish spending, it did not survive.

But when the attack is blocked, the disadvantage becomes apparent. If they don't find a way to enter the city, I'm afraid they won't be able to enter it in the future.

Suddenly, there was a commotion outside.

Several people in the tavern frowned, stood up at the same time, and walked outside.

As soon as I got outside, I suddenly saw a big black horse stepping on the top of everyone's heads, jumping up and running straight over.

There was only one man, one horse and one sword, and the horse's hooves galloped wildly, and the gauze hanging from the hat floated up, revealing the red lips that were upturned below.

Although these people are in a high position among the 10,000 rebels, and they do have their own skills, they are too much worse than those who came.

With just a glimpse, the man on horseback had already noticed their flaws, adjusted the reins slightly, staggered past the others, and walked away.

Blood splattered and hissed like the wind.

The three people, including the boss, covered their necks hard, but they couldn't stop the blood spurting.

Without exception, their necks were slashed by the sharp sword that suddenly unsheathed.

Puff! Puff!

The three of them fell to the ground almost at the same time, the boss did not bat at the eye, his eyes were wide open, and he looked into the distance in a daze, as if he was going to remember the back of a man and a horse.

Eventually, the brilliance in their eyes dissipated, and they finally died completely.

"Boss, it's dead again......"

Screams rang out, and the crowd was in chaos.

Throwing off the group of people who were pursuing, 20 miles away, Cai Wei and the big black horse stopped. That's right, they did it just now, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are bold.

After the group went back unwillingly, the big black horse let out an excited roar.

Cai Wei's cheeks were flushed and slightly stained with blood. After all, it was murder, and it was impossible for him to leave his body without a single trace of blood. But even so, he is the best at this.

The group of rebels, when the dragons were leaderless, were once again in chaos.