Lan Wang read the Three Kingdoms for the first time in his previous life, and was fascinated when he saw Zhuge Liang burning the vine armor soldiers. As a young man, he admired Zhuge Wuhou's clever calculations, and on the other hand, he was amazed by the frenzied protective performance of the vine armor. He once asked himself repeatedly: Why can't he think of what Zhuge Liang can think of? The rattan armor soldiers are so strong, they still have an Achilles heel!

But now, in this unaccompanied world, Lan Wang can only hope that his fellow traversers will make the rattan armor used for riot control stronger, more reliable, and less weak—preferably no weaknesses at all! Because now standing between all the big people in the Wenjia Workshop and the hundreds of wolf-like patrol battalion soldiers are precisely the more than a hundred copycat versions of the "rattan armor soldiers" - the human wall composed of the field guards has become the last barrier for everyone in the workshop!

At the same time, just opposite them, Lan Jing had no way out. He knows very well: this time his plan has gone wrong, if he can't get the Wenjia Workshop and the old thing of Wen Shili this time, he will think that the second room of the Lan family is worthless, and his plan to control the military power of Yangguan Town in the future will become a mirror!

A behind-the-scenes boss like Juan, I don't know how many people are vying to be loyal to him! Even being able to be used by others is something that a small character like the eldest son of the second room of the Lan family can't ask for!

"I hope no one will stir things up today...

It turns out that Lan Wang is not the only one with a crow's mouth - Lan Jing has to be counted as well.

Just when Second Young Master Lan was praying for heaven to bless the operation of forcibly demolishing the Wenjia Workshop to proceed smoothly, the momentum of the patrol battalion's charge into the workshop suddenly stalled - the general who rushed to the front seemed to suddenly step on a trap on the ground, and suddenly fell forward to the ground, wailing nonstop. Before everyone could react, Lan Jing's pupils suddenly constricted--a series of swishing sounds broke through the air one after another! Even if it wasn't for a long time in battle, Lan Jing immediately reacted: it was the sound of heavy arrows fired by a strong crossbow tearing through the air!

In the next second, a large wave of arrows landed almost at the same time, neatly and impartially nailed to the ground at the gate of Wenjia Workshop, and a row of nearly one-meter-long arrow shafts accurately blocked the soldiers of the patrol battalion outside the gate of the workshop like a fence! At this time, everyone also saw it clearly: the man who fell to the ground and wailed was not stepping on some trap at all, but was pierced through the sole of his right foot from top to bottom by a crossbow arrow, and blood flowed all over the ground in an instant! Two fingers together, so thick that the arrow pierced through the instep of the whole foot like a nail, and directly nailed his right foot firmly to the ground! The hapless creature was now completely immobile, unable to move his right foot, and his whole body curled up on the ground in a strange position, convulsing and wriggling, and uttering staccato screams from his mouth.

Inside and outside the gate of the workshop, both the offensive and defensive sides were completely shocked by this scene. The men of the guard team were only stunned for a moment, but the patrol battalion soldiers who had just been arrogant immediately lost their sharpness like frosted eggplants—although only one person in the entire team was hit by an arrow, the wails of the wounded extinguished everyone's morale like a basin of cold water. The soldiers began to parade, hesitate, and look at each other, and timidity spread like wildfire through the crowd. No matter how the officers at the back of the line shouted and whipped them, the big men in the front row were reluctant to take even a step forward - even if they were so close to the door of the workshop that they could walk a little further to get inside!

Nonsense, who doesn't spare his life! Even though these patrol battalion soldiers were all ruffians and outlaws recruited from the streets, they all understood that if you want to make money, you must have a life. Even a fool can see that this wave of crossbow arrows that flew from nowhere just now was all sent by a marksman! Wanting the lives of the brothers is as easy as digging for something, the question is whether they want it or not! Just now, this wave of arrows just grazed everyone's scalp and then shot an unlucky ghost, so what about the next wave?

Hundreds of people in the entire patrol battalion were shocked by such dozens of "school archery". Everyone clutched the weapons in their hands and searched around, trying to find the source of these terrifying heavy arrows. The patrol battalion team, which was originally quite orderly, suddenly dispersed, and the momentum of the impact on Wenjia's workshop suddenly disappeared. Hundreds of people gathered at the gate of the workshop like headless flies, neither entering nor retreating.

Lan Wang turned his head at this moment to observe the expression on Prince Wen's face. I saw that the chubby bald prince had an incomparably dark smile on his face, and the whole person looked like a naughty boy who had successfully carried out a prank.

The traverser knew that the reinforcements that Prince Wen had to wait for at the expense of delaying time had finally arrived in time.

At this time, Lan Jing's expression was extremely exciting. The corners of his mouth twitched violently, his face turned from blue to red to white, and the hilt of his saber made of hardwood rattled as he held it in his left hand. He found that his instincts were so accurate that every time he had some kind of foreboding about something, it was bound to go bad!

Ignoring cursing the blind God, the young master in the second room of the Lan family forced his composure and shouted around: "Who is the one who releases the arrow?" Why don't you show up? ”

Until now, the commander of his patrol battalion doesn't even know where the arrows came from!

There was no one around, and there was a nerve-numbing silence near the gate of Wenjia's workshop.

"I am the commander of the patrol battalion of Yangguan Town, and the general of Jiangbei Lanjing! My patrol battalion is just a routine business, and somehow I bumped into all the heroes. The avenue is facing the sky, each going to one side, my Lan family doesn't dare to say that it covers the sky with one hand on the boundary of Jiangbei, but it is also a little thin! If you report your name and leave, my Lan family will not stop you; But if you want to run away directly, you have to weigh it - the streets and alleys of Yangguan Town are intricate, maybe you will disappear in it while walking! ”

Lan Jing continued to shout, and the threat in his words was clear. But Lan Wang and Li Changting could hear it: the young master in the second room of the Lan family was actually very nervous, and he was already a toothless tiger!

There was still silence around the gate.

Second Young Master Lan was going crazy. Dozens of heavy arrows were released, wounding the people of the patrol battalion, and they still didn't show up... Wait a minute!

Wait a minute! Heavy arrows?

Lan Jing's underwear was instantly soaked with cold sweat oozing from his back.

His gaze was on the arrows stuck in the sand at the gate. On the shaft of the arrow, which is as thick as a newborn's arm, four seal characters are impressively engraved:

"North of Yongzhen"!

Dozens of arrow shafts, exactly the same, all of them!

Not only these four words, but even the color of these heavy arrows and feathers is the same: like a canopy, incomparably pure blue!

Before his brain could continue to work, a deep voice came from the end of Artisan Street on the west side of the gate:

"The Lan family is indeed the master of Jiangbei, but my good nephew, when did you become a general of Jiangbei? Since when will one person be able to represent the entire Lan family?! ”

Lan Wang's eyes widened instantly--

It's still the neat blue helmet and blue armor, or the sharp steel spear, or the neat and uniform pace, and the heroic figure leading the team!

"Father!!"

The last time Lan Wang was assassinated, it was a cheap old lady who came to solve the siege; This time Lan Wang was in distress, and the cheap dad simply ended up in person.

Riding a handsome and famous horse, with bright armor and shining armor, he took the lead in the front of the team, who is not Lan Fengshan, the head of the Lan family? ! The soldiers who followed him closely and were armed to the teeth, if they weren't the elite of the border army in Yangguan Town, what else could they be?!

Lan Wang hadn't recovered from his shock for a while, and when he turned his head to look again, Zu Yuan and Wen Shili, two old foxes, one fat and one thin, were looking at each other, with evil smiles on their faces.

"Co-authored these two Buddhas and my cheap dad have known each other for a long time?"

The traveler knows: the answer is clear. Zu Yuan and Wen Shili, the two little old men, know Lan Fengshan, and their friendship is probably not shallow. Young Master Lan originally thought that the head of the Lan family and the two important ministers of the court in the lower field were just general acquaintances, or even just heard of each other's names. But now it seems that this is not the case at all.

If you use an Internet term in the original plane to describe Lan Jing's mood at this time, then the most appropriate one is probably "There are 10,000 grass and mud horses flying in my heart".

Ren is whoever in this Yangguan Town will interrupt his plan, Second Young Master Lan has a way to deal with it, but it is the head of the Lan family who comes!

Lan Jing felt the fire surging in his internal organs, and even his cheeks couldn't help but bulge like a toad. The few attendants standing next to him saw it clearly: his master seemed to be changing his face, and the yellow, white, red, blue, and black faces changed all over and over in just a few breaths!

But even if he can't be angry, he Second Young Master Lan has to obediently get off the horse and salute!

Although he is old, he can't fight for others! His Lao Tzu is not the head of the Lan family, and he does not have a forbidden talisman in his hand that can mobilize the 50,000 border troops in Yangguan Town.

The difference between the first and second in command is so big, it seems that it is only one step away, but there is an insurmountable moat in the key place!

"Nephew Lanjing, I've seen my uncle!" Even if he was reluctant, Lan Jing still had to turn over and dismount and bow down on one knee. When the small servants around him saw the master bowing down, they also quickly knelt down, and the "snapping" sound made when their knees touched the ground rang out. Everyone sang in unison: "Meet the general north of the town!" "Meet Lord Lan!"

The patrol battalion soldiers who were originally blocking the gate of Wenjia's workshop were even more at a loss when they saw this scene. Some people simply froze in place, some hesitated to follow their immediate superiors, and some people were still there to probe and watch the wind. The most important thing is that the vast majority of people instinctively turned in the direction where Lanfeng Mountain appeared, and involuntarily began to move away from the gate of Wenjia Workshop with small steps.

If the large group of soldiers who patrolled the city camp just now were compared to a mudslide, then the first row of arrows fired at the door of the workshop only played a role in slowing down the progress of the mudslide - the appearance of Lanfeng Mountain completely stopped the mudslide, deposited it, and caused the flood that caused the mudslide to recede as well.

Lan Wang knew that the crisis of Wenjia Workshop was temporarily lifted.

"Nephew, come to the west of the city to inspect so early, his diligence is reluctant!" Lan Feng Shanpi smiled and opened with a non-nutritious sentence.

"Small... The little nephew is ashamed! "Forced by the power of the head of the Lan family and the dozens of crossbowmen hiding in the unknown shadows, Lan Jing had to give in at this time.

"It's naturally a good thing that you're in charge of the patrol battalion and are diligent in defense. But today you are acting so recklessly Meng Lang, but you are out of character... The head of the Lan family deliberately stretched out the end of his speech very long.

"Since the Wenjia Workshop settled in the west of the city, it has abided by the law, operated in good faith, and never disturbed the people.

"Uncle, the little nephew received a tip-off that there was a wrongdoer who was a traitor, and he couldn't get out afterwards, so he hid in the workshop, and the little nephew was about to...

"Wrongdoers? Committing a traitor? Hidden in the workshop? Lan Fengshan deliberately made a big puzzled state, and directly interrupted Lan Jing, who was sincerely afraid, "But Ben Shuai heard that it was not that there were traitors hiding in the workshop, but that there was an accident in the workshop, and then there were bold people who tried to take advantage of the fire to rob and storm the workshop!" ”

didn't give Lan Jing a chance to argue at all, Lan Fengshan immediately turned around, and asked his subordinates in a long voice: "Everyone, do you say that Ben Shuai is right, or is Lan Jing Gongzi right?" ”

Similar to the shopkeeper Wen, Lan Fengshan also bites the words "Lanjing Gongzi" very hard.

"Of course Feng Shuai is right! Can what Feng Shuai said be wrong?! A heavily armed black-faced man who looked like Zhang Feiniugao shouted in front of the Lanfeng Mountain horse, "Brothers, do you say?!" ”

"Yes! Be! Be! ”

"Yes! Be! Be! ”

The warriors in blue helmets and armor roared in unison.

At the same time, the samurai who were originally marching in formation suddenly changed formation, and the team unfolded, faintly forming an encirclement of the patrol camp that occupied the gate of Wenjia Workshop. The spear, which had been straight up, was also slowly lowered, ready to be flattened for a thrust.

"Nephew, look, there is clearly no traitor hiding in this Wenjia workshop!" Lan Fengshan pouted and waved his hand, "In this case, please take the little nephew to move to the garrison with the patrol battalion!" ”

Having said that, does Lanjing have any choice?

“。。。 The little nephew obeys! ”

'Wait! ”

Lan Jing was about to leave with the whole team, but was suddenly stopped by Lan Fengshan again.

"In the future, in front of this commander, I will call myself 'lowly duty'!"

"If you want to lead the rank of general, you must have at least a thousand soldiers under your command, you are just a small patrol battalion, and you call yourself a general, isn't it... Transgression? ”

Lan Fengshan's voice became extremely cold in an instant, and Sen Sen's murderous aura spread to all around, and everyone who heard it shivered again and again.

"Also, some young people have good ambitions, but you have to wait for you to sit on the top spot before you can rightfully represent the Lan family to the outside world!"

“。。。 Yes, humbly obey the orders of the Feng Shuai! ”

When Lan Jing heard this, his face was cloudy, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, but he didn't dare to continue to argue, he just agreed, and then waved his hand in embarrassment, signaling the soldiers of the patrol battalion to leave in line. Seeing this, the big-headed soldiers standing at the door were suddenly pardoned, and several people hurriedly pulled the boss who had been shot through the soles of their feet from the ground, and the group of people left the Qiaojiang Street in a gloomy manner.

The ranks of the patrol battalion had gone far away, and Lan Wangdu could clearly hear the unlucky ghost with an arrow on his foot crying wolf.