Nearly a hundred black-robed men rode their horses and looked, looking at the faint light of fire four hundred meters away, and raised their horses and waved them forward. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Immediately on the horse's back, more than a dozen people dismounted, and all of them walked forward.

The black robe in the dark night immediately dispersed, took off the cross bow and arrow from his waist, and squinted at the sentry towers that were located every twenty meters or so, on which were armored warriors with fiery copper.

Mu Boyi and more than a dozen others were in the distance, crawling motionless on the grass, blending into the night.

Knowing this grassland, he led most of the men to lead away a large number of samurai.

With the faint sound of breaking wind, the stiff short arrows shot towards the slightly exposed necks of the samurai.

Hunters in the dark are always accustomed to biting off the neck of their prey.

The samurai on the sentry tower in about ten places fell down in response, their bodies pressed heavily against the railing, and their eyes still maintained the caution they had when they died.

The leaning body of the dead samurai attracted the attention of the rest of the samurai on the sentry tower.

On the top of the sentry tower in the twelfth place, a warrior in black fire bronze armor looked at the soldiers leaning on the railing in the eleventh place, he squinted slightly, the distance of twenty meters in the dark night made him a little unclear, he lifted the hanging oil lamp and stretched his neck, put his hand on the railing, and tentatively shouted: "Zuo Qi... Seventh from the left..."

There was no response, the dead samurai's hands swayed in the wind empty, sticky drops falling from his throat, and a faint light hit the iron armor on the back of the samurai's corpse.

When he didn't hear an answer, the warrior frowned, and his hand was about to raise the bell that rang the sentry tower, and his eyelids jumped, and a short dark arrow appeared in the dappled light.

His pupils widened rapidly, his body staggered slightly, and the arrows brushed against his skin, and a deep scratch was scraped out.

The short arrow missed his neck, and the "bang" sound pierced the plank of the watchtower, and the warrior watched the black shadow flash under the watchtower, and he pulled the bell while covering his wound.

The rapid sound of the bell immediately spread in the darkness of the night, and all the warriors on the sentry tower heard the bell, and they took the fire fold from their waists and lit the torches.

The continuous torches were like a long winding dragon, and the rugged voices of the samurai roared out, "There is an enemy, be on alert!"

The samurai were in good order, and after the prey of the fight, the horns had long been smoothed, and in the end they might have become hunters instead.

The samurai on the sentry tower raised their torches, and the dark shadows hiding in the darkness flashed by in the light of the torches.

There are dozens of people like this, and most of the logos on the black robes are daggers, which are extremely dazzling.

"Killer Gate!"

The eyelids of the thousand-legged commander who strode out of the mouth of the cave jumped, and there were a lot of killers who came to the "cliff" some time ago, and now there are only two people alive.

"Hmph, this group of killers is quite affectionate!" The commander snorted coldly, he naturally knew the purpose of this group of killers, and there was already an order from above.

Behind him were a group of well-trained samurai, and in the front row were a group of unhelmeted and unclad archers.

Their eyes are cold, their gray-brown hair is waist-length, they have quivers behind their backs, and on the shoulder tower there is a badge that is regarded as extremely glorious by the Lu State - "Golden Arrow".

This is a group of feather archers who have been trained to be ruthless, and their hands are raised and lowered mechanically, and their eyelids are tense and they will not blink easily during archery.

Behind the archers were soldiers with spears.

When the commander was slightly displeased, a few fires appeared in the dark night, and the sound of horses' hooves turned from very weak to very strong from afar.

The commander squinted slightly at the killer who rode his horse three hundred meters away, and the black robe of the first person could not wrap his perfect lines, and the man rode the horse at the same time, holding the sharp short blade in both hands, and looked at them coldly.

The commander frowned slightly, at such a distance, the shooters of the Yu clan couldn't shoot them.

The killers of the "Killer Gate" are like dead soldiers, cold-blooded and murderous, without heavy armor, wearing light clothes, and holding sharp blades in order to kill.

Gazing at him with a cold gaze, the commander's eyelids jumped, as if he was being targeted by a poisonous snake.

Under the gaze of the warriors, the hundred killers pulled the reins to stop the galloping horses, raised their right hands, held the sharp and sharp short blades horizontally, and sat on the horse's back against the wind, their black robes fluttering: "We cultivate in the darkness and bury in the light, and we swear in the name of the killer that we will flicker in the darkness."

The wind is fierce and the fire is blowing.

The hundreds of killers were carved in the wind, the jet-black hair under their cheeks was blown by the wind, and the horses looked forward with cold eyes.

We swear in the name of the killer: May it flicker in the darkness and pass away.

Dozens of Mu Boyi people crawling on the grass in the distance, they looked at the backs of the group, and read in a low voice.

Hearing this roaring oath, all the samurai's bodies tensed slightly, and the archers of the Feather Clan had pulled their bowstrings apart, and their eyes were cold looking in front of them.

They knew it was the horn of the killers, like the horns of the battlefield.

The roar fell, and the hundred black-robed "hunters" quickly rode their horses and dispersed, running towards the commanders.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!"

The commander snorted lowly, there are thousands of soldiers here in the "cliff", and there is a "quaint city" as a backup for a hundred miles, and the practice of "killer gate" is undoubtedly a moth to the fire.

The heavily armored samurai behind the commander took small steps and ran out, holding his shield and raising the spear about four meters long in his hand in front of him, and shouted loudly.

This is the way to deal with the heavy cavalry, but when facing this group of killers, the samurai gives this group of "killers" the greatest respect.

When they were together for a hundred meters, the bowstring of the Yu clan was loosened, and the hand was facing back and the arrow was again taken out from the quiver.

As the wind broke suddenly, blood flowers bloomed from the chests and throats of some of the killers.

The faint light hit the blood, and the dullness revealed the oppression.

The killer in the back picked it up, his eyes were calm, and the crossbow at his waist was removed.

The short and sharp bows and arrows were densely packed towards the shooters of the Yu Clan.

The feather archers, who were exposed to the torches, discovered that the arrows from the shadows had penetrated deep into their hearts before the heavily armored samurai could hide their shields. Their hands loosened again, and the last arrow of their lives was shot.

"Push forward, hold them and leave them alive!" the commander shouted, raising the bronze sword in his hand, his vocal cords tearing.

The heavily armored samurai raised his shield and stomped his feet in leather boots on the grass, making a low vibrational sound, and walked forward step by step.

In front of the heavily armored samurai, this group of killers will only have one chance, if they can't kill them, then the fate of this group of killers is to become prey.

As the two sides drew closer, the killers stared at the samurai in front of them with spears in front of them, shouting, "May it flicker in the darkness." ”

At the same time.

On this day, on the border of Xuanguo, a general in red and black armor stood in front of thousands of soldiers, and the soldiers held torches high and looked into the distance with the general.

In the distance, a dozen or so horses came carrying those who were about to step into battle.

The red-and-black-armored general looked at a person and whispered, "Fan Tie, the criminal minister of my Yue country, I am willing to fight back with the prince and regain everything that has been lost." ”

(To be continued.) )