When the first rays of daylight break through the horizon, the birds begin to hunt for food, and the people of Ten Mile Street begin their leisurely and simple days.

Not only Shili Street and Shili Town, but even the people of the entire Ximen County are like this, and the people are fierce.

Small villages are fine, but if they are large villages with a large population, the people in the yamen generally do not dare to go in and arrest people if they cannot find a sufficient and conclusive reason.

Shili Street is a large village with a population of several hundred...... If you come in to arrest people, you will generally weigh and weigh them, and if you accidentally say something wrong, the people will rebel.

The Yamen of Ximen County sent more than 30 arresters from the city to arrest Mo Xiaohe and Zhang Ze.

But these people only dared to stand by about ten miles from Shili Street, and did not dare to enter.

Zhang Hu, the head catcher of the local yamen in Shili Town, is also tired today, saying that he is sick at home, and no one in the local catchers dares to come out to lead the way.

They are all caught fast in the same area, and they all know each other, so most of the people from Ximen County know that Zhang Hu is a ruthless person who doesn't want to protect his calves, and now he goes in with a knife to arrest his son, and no one knows what crazy he will start, so he doesn't dare to go.

But not daring to go in doesn't mean you won't arrest people.

Because the five hundred royal forest troops sent by Ximen County are already on the way.

The person in charge of leading the five hundred Imperial Forest Army was the veteran general Cheng Fei.

Ximen County belongs to Hanoi County, Hanoi County is deep in the hinterland of the Great Xia Dynasty, and it is comfortable all the year round.

But the veteran general Cheng Fei is different, he has only been transferred in recent days.

The old general Cheng Fei has been guarding the frontier of the Great Xia Dynasty for many years, and although the Great Xia Dynasty has not declared war with other dynasties in the past few years, there is still discord in secret...... Therefore, Cheng Fei, who has been guarding this kind of place for many years, can be regarded as an iron-blooded general with half a horse.

The old general Cheng Fei is old, in his sixties, and he is still radiant.

He wears a certain silver-white helmet, silver boots, and silver armor, and sits on a tall horse with silver armor on it...... Only a yellowed and still bright eye was revealed.

When he is angry, if the old general's eyes are glaring, he will have a sense of iron-blooded fighting for his life when he meets the enemy on the desert frontier and meets in a narrow way.

Under the leadership of General Cheng, 500 well-trained and armed to the teeth of the Imperial Forest Army galloped on the dirt road paved with loess and yellow mud, stirring up thick dust billowing, the grass and trees on both sides were frightened, the cattle and sheep were afraid, and no fierce people dared to approach within a mile.

At this moment, the Qian family did have a big battle, Mo Xiaohe and Zhang Ze couldn't fly, and the people on Shili Street could only die together if they wanted to help.

Sigh!

Finally, the five hundred unstoppable guards on their horses stopped their advance after the sound of the horses fell, and no horses continued to neigh, and no soldiers continued to shout.

In the billowing smoke, the Imperial Guards spread out in all directions in an orderly manner, the spearmen raised their spears, the sword and shield soldiers raised their shields, the cavalry archers quickly wound their bows, and men and horses were on guard in the silence as if they were facing a great enemy.

The stop is not because it has already reached Ten Mile Street.

It's because someone is blocking the way ahead.

It's not a big group of people, it's not a group of people, it's just one person.

It was a teenager-like man, wearing slippers and some old shorts and short sleeves, sitting on a large rock by the side of the road, his feet bent slightly forward...... The posture is very leisurely, if it were not for the sword standing on the ground in his hand, it would be like a farmer resting in the morning.

The man turned his head to reveal an angular and green face, and his neat, screaming oval eyes looked at the five hundred Imperial Guards beside him in the billowing smoke as if they were looking at a herd of cattle passing by him.

The boy is Mo Xiaohe.

Among the five hundred Imperial Forest Army, a forward soldier quickly rode out, the spear in his hand pointed at Mo Xiaohe, and shouted in style, "General Cheng of the Qian garrison seat is here, who is in front?!"

Mo Xiaohe's body slowly stood up, Erlang's legs were also cocked, his hands were on the hilt of his sword like pillows, and then he glanced at the forward soldiers who shouted at him, and then looked at the large number of troops in front of him like a group of fools.

Mo Xiaohe didn't understand a little, he was just a person...... And what are these people who are dressed in colorful clothes, wrapping themselves like buckets with only a pair of eyes left, carrying knives and guns in their hands, and setting up bows and arrows, what are they nervous about, posing in this ghost posture?

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm Mo Xiaohe. ”

Mo Xiaohe replied slowly, but the forward soldiers in front of him were so frightened that they trembled, and their eyes flickered.

The five hundred Royal Forest Army behind them were also a little commotional, and their alert eyes scanned the road ahead and the jungle trees on both sides more meticulously...... It seems that the sparse woods, the grass that can't submerge the soles of the feet, and the dirt roads of the flat river will kill a group of people wearing straw sandals, straw hats, hoes and sickles at any time.

The army of Hanoi County is deep in the hinterland of the Great Xia Dynasty, and it has never fought, so of course it is a little less courageous, but it is not unheard of in this poor mountain and remote area of Diao people cutting soldiers with scythes to cut grass.

The most important thing is that a little boy is like facing a group of well-equipped troops, like facing a group of passing ducks, if he doesn't have a little backhand, who will believe it?

Cheng Fei, the veteran general who has been in Rong Ma for half his life, is really old and strong, and he is not angry or panicked. His face was like earth, staring at Mo Xiaohe expressionlessly, and his eyes couldn't see joy or anger.

The old general stood up with the sword in his hand, and a team of spearmen rushed out of the Royal Forest Army to surround Mo Xiaohe.

Mo Xiaohe didn't move. He still maintained that very leisurely posture, Erlang's legs were crossed, and his hands were resting on the hilt of his sword very relaxed.

Because it is useless to move.

Not to mention the hundreds of troops in the rear, not to mention the Royal Forest Army that has already put the shiny spear head in front of his neck, not to mention the battle armor of the Royal Forest Army, the sword in his hand is difficult to cut into.

Even the horses in front of him couldn't bear to kick him alone.

doesn't say anything, the big husband stands up to the sky, does things alone, and does things alone.

Mo Xiaohe just felt that he didn't have any reason to let the people of Shili Street suffer for him, and there was no reason for Zhang Ze's family to fight hard for him and others, and he couldn't find a reason to let himself die.

So Mo Xiaohe blocked the way of the army by himself...... As for whether he is about to face himself in life or death, let the sword in his hand stain some blood first.

Syllable!

The sword in Mo Xiaohe's hand was unsheathed.

And at the moment when the sword in his hand was unsheathed, the dozen or so Imperial Forest Soldiers surrounding him neatly and forcefully swished the spears in their hands close to Mo Xiaohe's neck. The cold light is in front of him, and the tip of the gun seems to be poking in at any moment.

Mo Xiaohe stood very straight, his left hand behind his back, ignoring the steel gun he was holding against his neck.

He turned sideways to face the old general Cheng Fei and raised the sword in his hand, "Do you want to catch me or kill me?"

"Scatter!" the old general Cheng Fei's voice was strong and sonorous.

After all, the soldiers of the Great Xia Dynasty were well-trained, and as soon as their voices fell, the Imperial Forest Army surrounded in front of Mo Xiaohe was like a dozen people, and a dozen war horses were like one.

The movements are simple and powerful, and they are all in one step.

More than a dozen spears were neatly withdrawn from Mo Xiaohe's neck, and more than a dozen war horses were neatly spread out and formed a fan-shape.

There is no longer any obstacle between the veteran general Cheng Fei and Mo Xiaohe.

General Cheng stretched his neck forward hard, and his yellowed eyes stared at Mo Xiaohe not far away, as if he wanted to see Mo Xiaohe through.

Mo Xiaohe put his sword back into the sheath and carefully observed the old general's eyes...... In this Shili Town and even in Ximen County, except for his sister and Uncle Ying, Mo Xiaohe has never seen such a pair of eyes.

He could see that this was a confident, fearless eye that saw everything in the world as a joke, in other words, the eyes of a fool or a fanatic who didn't care about anything.

Mo Xiaohe knew that he had met a real soldier.

In this way, Mo Xiaohe stared at General Cheng, General Cheng stared at Mo Xiaohe, but the five hundred imperial forest troops and five hundred war horses around him did not move at all, only the morning breeze was slightly cool and bleak, and the morning light was slightly warm and weak.

At this moment, like the confrontation between the two armies, the two generals on both sides are about to draw their weapons and prepare to fight.

But the old general smiled...... I smiled as if I was looking at my lovely grandson.

The veteran general Cheng Feirong has been on a horse for half his life, and the weapons in his hands are all real foreign enemies.

For example, the Snow people who screamed with scimitars in the heavy snow in the northwest, the desert people who drank horse blood in the poplars of the desert in the northwest, the elusive Sheng people in the dense rainforest in the southwest, and the Sioux people who carried big knives in shirtless warships in the southeast.

The old general doesn't think of himself as a big hero, but the old general's heart is also flesh after all. Therefore, as a soldier of the Great Xia Dynasty, he would not be bored enough to draw his weapons to face a group of powerless Great Xia people.

As an iron-blooded soldier of the Great Xia Dynasty, he was ordered to go to the village to surround a group of farmers, and even face a half-old child...... This is the failure of Great Xia, and it is also the helplessness of being a soldier of Great Xia.

The old general Cheng Fei had never seen such a young man...... He thought that at his age, he did not have the courage to face an army of five hundred murderous men so fearlessly with a sword in his hand and straw sandals, let alone look at this army like a herd of livestock.

"Can you beat us?" General Cheng was not happy or angry.

"I can't beat it. Mo Xiaohe glanced at the thousands of troops in front of him, shook his head, and the clouds were light, "But how many of you will die." ”。

The old general sneered, "You're not afraid of death?" Or do the people in your village really dare to carry hoes and cut us down?"

The old general's deep voice frightened away the lone vulture squatting in the grass not far away, and a sharp chirp was miserable and melodious in the cold wind.

Hundreds of soldiers couldn't help but cheer up, and many swords, guns, swords, and halberds were cold.

Then Mo Xiaohe cocked Erlang's legs.

He hugged the sword in his hand as if he were holding a piece of wood.

"That's a lot of nonsense. Mo Xiaohe was a little impatient, "Simple, one-on-one fight, whoever loses is the son." ”

The solemn soldiers were shocked.

The old general laughed.

"It's okay to learn the plot from a storybook. ”

The old general stroked his long beard and said mischievously, "If you have the guts, accompany me to the Qian family for a trip and recognize the two Qian brothers who smell of copper as sons, which is wonderful." ”

The soldiers frowned tightly.

Two quacking duck cries came from the grass.

Mo Xiaohe raised his handsome face and plunged the sword in his hand into the earth, "You old man's appetite for me!"

For a while, the horse was singing and the wind was sluggish.