At the foot of Taiping Mountain, a caravan of more than 20 people slowly moved forward on the official road, and the bandits hidden in the forest clenched the single knife in their hands, stretched out the tip of their tongues and licked their lips that were dry due to nervousness.

The prey in their eyes walks very slowly, without the slightest vigilance, like sheep that have fallen into the wolf's den without realizing it.

Closer, the guards of this caravan seem to be vigorous people, but the bandits are not worried about this, the guards are just a group of mercenary men hired by us, there are many of us, there are few of them, how many of them dare to shine to the end? Joke!

A hundred paces, fifty paces, seeing that the caravan was about to enter their encirclement, suddenly, the leader of the caravan raised his palm and reined in the horse.

"Chief! Chieftain! Our golden cake was forgotten in the forest station south of the West Pavilion. ”

Golden cakes?

Seeing that the leader of the caravan stopped, Zu Lang, who was ambushed in the forest, almost couldn't care about many strong attacks, so what if he didn't enter the encirclement? Fifty people fight twenty and still lose?

But Zu Lang's raised hand never fell, the golden cake!

With such a caravan and seven caravans full of Shu brocade, how many golden cakes would they have? Fifty gold? One hundred gold?

"You dog! How could such an important property be left in the wilderness! Let's go, go back and get it! ”

With a wave of his hand from the leader of the caravan with a scar on his forehead, the whole caravan began to turn around, and the chariot and horse squeaked and turned back in their entirety, running towards the direction they had come from faster than when they came.

"Sima, why didn't we chase it just now!"

"You know what!" Zu Lang stood up from the grass, wrinkled his brows and said: "When they go back with the whole team, it must mean that a lot of money has been lost, so we want everyone to go back and get it together, let's just wait here, and when they get the money, they will come over and kill them directly!" ”

The reprimanded soldier was a little aggrieved, and whispered: "But they, if they don't come back, let's do it, let's just wait stupidly?" ”

"You dare to question me?" Zu Lang frowned, and then turned to think about himself, what if this group of stupid businessmen left from elsewhere, and muttered to himself: "What you said also makes sense, let's go, where did they just say?" Xiting, who the hell knows where Xiting is? ”

"Chief, I know, I know." A man dressed in tattered clothes and carrying a copper knife jumped out of the forest, jumped in front of Zu Lang in three steps and two steps, and said: "The West Pavilion is more than ten miles west of this place, and it will only be half an hour before we run over." ”

The thieves were overjoyed when they heard this, and after half an hour, they might have passed to meet the caravan, and they clicked on the way!

Zu Lang was not as excited as his subordinates, and asked with a frown, "Is there a place near the West Pavilion where we can hide?" ”

Sima Zulang, who is famous for cutting the path, has done a lot of these things to rob people and goods, he knows very well how to make the enemy lose his defense, ambush on the road is the best choice, suddenly jump out of the crowd, the other party sees so many people, as long as a little strength can scare them out, and then those guards hired by money will flee in the wilderness, and most of the merchants will also leave their goods and flee because they are afraid of their pretending to be extremely vicious, and they will snatch the materials bloodlessly.

It couldn't have been better.

"Chief, there is nothing over there in Xiting, but there are many places to hide, there are large areas of wild land, and it is very easy to find a random place to hide our dozens of people."

"Hah!" Zu Lang clapped his hands happily, but he touched the wound that was broken by Ma Yue's finger, and his face hurt, and then he waved his hand and said: "Lead the way, let's go to Xiting as soon as possible to set up an ambush, the best Shu brocade, enough gold cakes, go!" ”

The bandits gathered in a roar, and dozens of people rushed to the West Pavilion.

At the foot of the Taiping Mountain was calm again, the mountain wind passed through the valley, and after a while, the half-man-high weeds were brushed through the forest, and out came a young man with a feathered head and a rebellious face, and the young man put the strong bow in his hand back into the bow sac and laughed disdainfully.

"This is Zusima? Look at his appearance, how bad it is, how bad it is, if it weren't for Jun Hao's own hands, I would have shot him to death with an arrow just now! Clapping his hands, Gan Ning blew a loud whistle, and more than thirty men in strong suits with bows and arrows burst out of the dense forest. Don't hide, hurry up and follow them, I don't know if Jun Hao's ambush is good. ”

A group of men in strong suits with bows and arrows followed Gan Ning on the official road.

The full name of Xiting is Xixiang Xiting, it is an unknown small pavilion belonging to Danyang County, Yangzhou, except for a pavilion chief to sixty years and three or five pavilion people, there is no village in the countryside within a radius of ten miles, the meaning of the existence of this place is to accept those business travelers who come and go with the encounter and rest here slowly, so that they can recuperate and cope with the long-term rush.

It's a lonely pavilion.

Today, however, everything was different, two hours ago, more than forty sturdy young men with bows and arrows passed by under the leadership of a nine-foot-tall northern man with scars on his face, and found an uphill uphill in the mountains and forests not far away.

Half an hour ago, a group of more than 20 people who looked like all escorts passed by here, and in that direction, the old pavilion chief gradually noticed that there was something unusual about today's matter, and those caravans from Shu were full of brocade, but under the brocade there were sharp arrow clusters. The caravan leader had a scar on his forehead that went straight into his hair, and he looked like he was licking blood from the edge of a knife, and his expression of rejection made the old pavilion chief dare not ask more.

After they left, the old man hurriedly ordered the pavilion people to close the pavilion door, for fear of encountering some trouble, however, it was still a step too late.

A stick of incense time ago, the old man and the pavilion people were tied in the pavilion with ropes, a group of vicious robbers broke into the pavilion, the man headed by the knife in the right hand is missing a finger, they coerced the pavilion chief to inquire about the direction of the previous business trip and then walked away. The old pavilion chief was tied up in the courtyard, the right side of his face was swollen, and there were teeth in the ground that had been slapped out by the bandit leader, but what else could he complain about? In these years, bandits are rampant, and it is good to be able to leave a life, in this world, people's hearts have been scattered.

Now, the rope tied to the old man's body was cut open by a sharp ring knife, and the old pavilion chief thanked the strong man who had come to rescue him.

The strong man led more than thirty young men in strong suits with bows and arrows without stopping for long, and after releasing the pavilion chief, he continued to chase the bandits along the forest path. The old man looked at the back of the strong man with a relieved smile on his face.

Even when the hearts of men are scattered, goodness endures.

It's just that the old man couldn't understand that the strong man who rescued him and then chased the mountain bandits was very handsome, but why did he have three feathers between the buns on his head?

Didn't anyone tell him that it was ugly?