Outside the city of Bianzhou

In fact, the tactic of "returning to the horse gun" also has a surprise effect on the assassination of this kind of work, who would have expected that the assassin who was defeated last night would act again immediately after?

He has always been the most professional Assassin, and there is a reason why he chose this time to act.

The ugly time has passed, and the time has not yet come, which is the most suitable time for the work of the assassins, when the night is coming to an end and the sky is not clear, it is the time when the guards are most tired and slack, even during the war, when the assassins sneaked in the night before, those guards guarding the tent will inevitably yawn and wait for the moment of dawn, and even the candles in the tent will flicker in the night breeze.

There was a figure in the darkness that disappeared in a flash, he had been here once the day before, and he was already familiar with the road, and he knew the guards and patrols well; Sometimes hidden in the shadows, sometimes as fast as lightning, he accurately walked through the gap between several teams of patrol guards, and in just a few incense sticks, he had already seen Qin Zongquan's bed, there was nothing abnormal around, only the sound of sound came one after another in the darkness.

He carefully pulled out a bull's ear sharp knife from his arms, and the blade of the knife that was deliberately quenched repeatedly but not polished blended into the night without a trace, which was also the most professional killing weapon, it looked like a black knife was very ugly, but it could easily cut off anyone's head. He crawled slowly on the ground inch by inch, and had quietly passed several dozing personal guards.

Very steady hands slowly cut through the cowhide tent, and the assassin cautiously leaned into half of his body, and the joy of imminent success, even if he was as cold as him, he couldn't help but shudder slightly.

However, in just one breath, things changed abruptly, and the lone wolf who came to forage for food became a rat that took the initiative to enter the mouse!

Suddenly, a string of cold chains had accurately wrapped around the assassin's left arm stretched into the tent, and the torches in the military village suddenly lit up, and there was a shout of killing all around, and the guards who had been ambushed in advance had surrounded the assassin to death.

In the dim light, Shen Cong, the commander of the Chinese army, walked out of the tent with a loud laugh, and stopped and watched with interest surrounded by all the guards; He walked lightly and looked calm, and his originally mediocre-looking face shone with confidence.

Shen Cong has always been a clever person, and he likes to set traps in advance and then watch stupid enemies fall into the net; It feels good to have everything under control, and I just laid the trap last night and waited for the harvest moment, and the god of luck has always favored me! This damn rat is right in front of you, it's time for the victor to enjoy the joy of success!

Shen Cong slowly paced towards the assassin, wanting to see the pain and despair on the loser's face, which would give him a greater sense of accomplishment.

The so-called "accident" naturally refers to a sudden change, which is unexpected by everyone!

Shen Cong, who looked proud, suddenly tightened his eyes, and saw that the "mouse" waved the sharp knife in his right hand, and in the blood, he had cut off his left arm alive and broke free from the shackles of the chains.

The assassin snorted, rolled over and leapt to his feet, and rushed towards himself; Shen Cong didn't expect this person to be so brave, his face changed drastically, and the guards around him also exclaimed again and again, and opened the formation to prepare to meet the enemy. Unexpectedly, the "mouse" just made a false move, taking advantage of the gap in the slightly chaotic formation of the guards, and slashed the two guards on his side in a flash, and rushed towards the darkness like a ghost......

The pain and blood loss in his left arm still affected the speed of the assassin's running, and it took him a stick of incense to escape from his pursuers and flee into the woods outside the village, where he slowly relaxed when he saw that he was only a stone's throw away from the hollow in the tree where he was hiding. He thrust the knife back into his waist and gasped as he looked down at his injuries.

The mutilated left arm made him a little resentful, and his anger did not come from a cunning opponent, but from resentment with himself. He was still not stoic enough, and he was impetuous, and he acted rashly without determining the whereabouts of the assassin target, scurrying around like a stupid roe deer.

He has always been a proud man, and he has never been able to accept defeat calmly. And what was about to happen almost killed him.

A large net fell silently from the sky, enveloping him, the pale-faced assassin gasped and twisted his body, the more he struggled but was tied tighter, he just wanted to draw a sharp knife to cut the rope, but a sharp branch accurately stabbed his arm, "bell", the black blade had fallen to the ground.

The assassin, who had never been able to get rid of the rope net, exhausted his last bit of strength and finally gave up the idea of escaping, and his consciousness was a little blurred due to excessive blood loss, so he could only lie quietly in the net and remain motionless, like a wounded and trapped turtledove.

A man flashed out, his face was calm and unwavering, he didn't say a word, just pulled the already strong net rope neatly, he has always been an excellent hunter, in the mountains and forests of his hometown, he even used a hunting net to capture the agile clouded leopard, tonight to catch this assassin who has suffered a heavy blow, it is really not a surprise.

Expertly finishing the task at hand, the hunter picked up the sharp knife that had fallen from the ground. Only then did he come up to the assassin, narrowed his eyes, and asked with a sad smile, "After eating so much food from me, do you want to leave like this?" ”

……

The night club has passed, the sun has risen as usual, and for some, the terrible cold night has just begun.

Even if he walked in the warm sun of early summer, Shen Cong, who was walking hesitantly, the cold sweat on his back had not yet dried, since he left Qin Zongquan's handsome tent, he was like losing his soul, he couldn't hear or see, and the guards around him all looked at Lord Dutong strangely.

When listening to Shen Cong's report on the process of chasing the assassin last night, Qin Zongquan never said a word, just staring at him like a pair of crouching knife eyebrows, until Shen Cong finished speaking and had nothing to say, then said lightly: "Why did you escape?" ”

Shen Cong had been by Qin Zongquan's side for many years, and of course he knew the temperament of this lord. In the face of the failed actions of his subordinates, he should have angrily reprimanded him, and even beat him with a military stick and dismissed him from his post.

If it was normal, Shen Cong would face it calmly, in fact, he was ready to bear all the consequences before coming. This time it was indeed his disadvantage, he should have hacked the thief to death, and he was going to play some cat-and-mouse trick!

The terrible thing is that Qin Zongquan did not be angry, not even a word of reproach.

The last time Shen Cong saw Qin Zongquan behave in this abnormal way was a few years ago. The lord sent his brother Qin Zongyan to expedition to Jingnan, Qin Zongyan besieged Jiangling City for more than two years, but finally failed to conquer it, and after returning to Caizhou, Qin Zongquan only said lightly: "Why didn't you fight it?" ”

However, soon after, Qin Zongyan was beheaded by his own brother, on the grounds that his brother was anti-will, and one of the ironclad proofs was: "If you should win but not win, you are secretly with the enemy!" ”

Thinking of this, Shen Cong's back spine couldn't help but sweat coldly, he hurriedly called the long entourage beside him, and hurriedly ordered: "Give an order, strictly investigate the assassins, see people alive and dead, see corpses, check all the ways out, no one is allowed to go out without permission, and those who violate the order will be killed!" ”

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Of course, Shen Cong, who was in constant fear, was not alone, and after such a night, there were still people who were suffering from the same pain as him.

The Assassin's name was Xun Zheng, a native of Luoyang; It is said that the ancestors can be traced back to the famous Yingchuan Xun clan in the Wei and Jin dynasties. It was a family of famous men who were known for their intrigue and statecraft; Since ancient times, there has been a "Thou Ying-dokis!" The reputation of each shining name is deafening; Xun Yu, Xun Yu, Xun Shu, Xun Eight Dragons...... There are more than 100 people who have seen the annals of history, and even after hundreds of years, the descendants of the Xun family, who have completely declined, also regard reading and becoming famous as the only way to revitalize the court.

And Xun Zheng is an anomaly, he doesn't like poetry and books since he was a child, advocating martial arts and bravery, uninhibited by nature, wandering between the markets all day long, happy and revenge, and finally because of the unevenness, after killing people on the street, he escaped from Luoyang and disappeared. The Xun family is deeply ashamed and has kicked this unscrupulous descendant out of the Xun family tree. And now, this prodigal son who is not doing his job has appeared in Bian Xiao Village.

At this time, Xun Zheng has been lying in this black hole for an unknown amount of time, and it is filled with the smell of rotting vegetables, according to which it should be an abandoned vegetable cellar.

He endured the severe pain and stretched out his right hand, touched his bare left arm, the wound had been bandaged indiscriminately, fortunately, it was no longer bleeding, and he could still smell the inferior gold sore medicine.

In the life of licking blood with a knife, life and death are ordinary things, and injuries are inevitable. But this time, he could only commit himself to the hole in the ground like a humble mouse, cowering and hiding in the dark, which filled his heart with sadness.

After raising his hand to try that it was not a nightmare, Xun Zheng was like a sad old man, and began to try to recall the events before he fainted: in the coldest night of his life, the premeditated chains, the severed left arm with his own hands, the big net that fell from the sky, and the young man with a pair of small eyes, every time he passed by the village without looking at it, he would throw it to him to eat the pawn......

The last time he woke up, he struggled to get up. Then, to his horror, he found that a cold iron hook had passed through his pipa bone and was connected to the high cellar mouth with a rope, and the only remaining right arm would be tortured and fainted by the sharp pain of the heart as long as he exerted a little force.

So, he could only sleep soundly, because his weakened body needed to recover, and because he knew that he would not be able to escape no matter what. In this case, it is all up to heaven to kill or chop! Even if he is so down, his free and easy temperament has not changed.

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On an ordinary and unusual night, after the sandpiper and the clam fought, the two opposing opponents invariably endured physical or mental torment, but the life of the small-eyed fisherman remained the same.

Xu Cun stood in front of the camp and looked at the busy chattering deer, the ox cart transporting the baggage had been filled and was being fixed with a rope net, and the rope net was stained with blood somewhere, which was the most common thing in the baggage camp, after all, the ox cart had to be used to pull the soldiers who died in battle.

Lu Ben bent down and grabbed a handful of floating soil, neatly rubbed the blood stains on the rope net, and continued the work at hand.

Meng Hu has just returned, and he is going to give supplies to the front line today. As soon as the rough man entered the door, he pulled his neck and shouted, "Which one took my meat hook?" For no reason, one was missing, and I hugged a cart of cured meat. "That's convenient to steal two bites, and it's refreshing to hold and gnaw!" Hu Si took an account book and joked with a smile;

Xu Cun was a little abnormal, and scolded impatiently: "Without the iron hook, go to the camp and get another one, don't shout here!" ”