Before Wang Yong could make a move, he heard an angry roar in the barracks: "Where did the thieves come from, dare to run rampant in a certain Datang military camp!" Then there was the sound of the horses tearing through the air and the muffled snort of men, but the light and dense footsteps did not stop, and the sound of fighting in the army sounded rapidly, and the soldiers who remained in the camp were walking out of the tents one after another.

"Who is this? Farewell Lee? It's impossible, General Li Bei must have led the troops out of the camp, and he used a Mo knife. The other generals who used the horse lance did not speak Chinese so fluently. Could it be him? It's that he's much more relieved. Wang Yong pondered softly, then put his index finger between his lips and made a silent gesture to Wang Fei.

"It's funny, muttering to myself, but not letting me speak." Wang Fei complained secretly in his heart, but he also knew that Wang Yong was for his good, so he just slandered a few words.

The footsteps seemed to be heading in the direction of the camp gate, and there were hula footsteps behind them. There were also neat footsteps in front of the big tent curtain, and it should be the tooth guards in front of the big tent in array, guarding in front of the big tent curtain. Wang Yong in the big tent walked with cats, lurking on the side of the tent curtain.

At the gate of the camp, the sound of fierce clashing of weapons sounded, and occasionally the sound of Tang soldiers screaming for injury. Wang Yong in the big tent frowned, and suddenly a thunderous tiger roar sounded outside: "Cover up, you can't see such a behavior, eat a certain lance!" Then there was a strange screaming and struggling sound. Wang Yong listened carefully, first stretched out five fingers and shook them, and then turned into two fingers and bent them, and gestured in the direction of Wang Fei, regardless of whether Wang Fei could see it or not.

"Oh, there are five people here, and two of them are already hanging." Wang Fei translated it in his heart. "Who is that yelling general outside, so brave, so powerful! Listening to this roar, it is like the reincarnation of Zhang Fei, I wonder if he also has swallow jaws and tiger whiskers, leopard head and eyes? Wang Fei's heart has begun to recall "Romance of the Three Kingdoms".

The shouts of the Tang army at the gate of the camp became louder and louder, and the invaders seemed to have given up their plan to retreat from the gate of the camp and gradually moved towards the big tent. Because he couldn't see anything inside the big tent, Wang Fei could only judge the situation outside based on his voice.

The guards in front of the tent should have also discovered the intruder's intentions, only to hear a neat and rhythmic sound of metal crashing, the guards should have tightened the formation again, and then someone shouted: "Stand back!" ”

"Stand back?" Before Wang Fei could figure out why this password appeared, he heard a sudden cracking sound of stabbing cowhide cracking on the top of the big tent, and then the sound of crossbow arrows breaking through the air. Wang Yong turned back suddenly, pointed his horizontal knife at the top of the tent, and ran in the direction where Wang Fei was.

Before Wang Fei could close his eyes, he saw three black-clothed men descending from the sky, mixed with a dazzling cold light.

Wang Fei didn't know what to do for a while, and his body subconsciously rolled over and fell off the bed. In this moment of lightning, Wang Fei saw Wang Yong rubbing his body up, taking advantage of the fact that one of the black-clothed men was not firmly footed, he slashed it diagonally from the bottom up, and then quickly pounced on the position where the bed was.

However, it was still too late, and before the man in black who was stabbed by Wang Yong had not yet fallen, another man in black quickly swung his knife and slashed at Wang Yong, and a string of sparks flashed from between the horizontal knife and the scimitar, and Wang Yong and the black shadow were shocked. Another man in black took advantage of Wang Yong's blocking, flew to the side of the bed, picked up Wang Fei who had just rolled down to the carpet, and put the scimitar on Wang Fei's neck, Wang Fei only felt a chill in his neck. At this time, the black-clothed talent who was cut by Wang Yong fell on the carpet of the big tent with a pop.

"I was hijacked as soon as I crossed over, it's really enough to carry it!" Wang Fei was infinitely depressed in his heart, and suddenly saw a white thing tied behind the man in black with his spare eye.

"Don't come here", the man in black who was fighting against Wang Yong flashed behind Wang Fei and shouted in Turkic language, which was not fluent, and the black scarf covered most of his face. The Tang soldiers of Anxi and Beiting have been dealing with the Turks for a long time and know a little Turkic language. Hearing the roar of the man in black, Wang Yong stopped moving, his face full of remorse. The noise outside the tent also subsided.

In the moment when time froze, the curtain was lifted, and the wind from the Suyeshui Valley blew into the tent with the skylight open, and a thin military general holding a horse lance and wearing silver-white bright light armor walked in, his young face exuding a fierce expression that was not commensurate with his figure. A group of soldiers armed with bows and crossbows followed behind, and the sharp arrows sealed the two men in black.

"The horse team is positive, Xiao Langjun is in their hands, be careful." Wang Yong shouted. The horses were waving, and the crossbowmen were backing away, but the arrows were always pointing at the two men in black.

"Pattern-colored scimitars and flying hooks, you are not Turgish, nor do you look like pure samurai." Ma Lan said lightly, and the expression on his face gradually began to calm down. The two men in black glanced at each other, as if they didn't understand what Ma Xuan was talking about.

"Get out of the way!" The blade of the man in black was closer to Wang Fei's neck.

"Let go!" Wang Yong also shouted in unskilled Turkic language.

The man in black didn't answer, but just pasted the cold blade to Wang Fei's skin.

"What a beautiful pattern, it's ...... This is...... O high-quality Damascus scimitar! "Wang Fei's otaku nature in his bones is undoubtedly leaking, he is addicted to virtuality, forgetting reality, life and death, and he has not forgotten to show off the cold knowledge he found on the Internet in his heart." Wait, Damascus scimitars, are they big cannibals? ”

Wang Fei's mind turned, and he suddenly whimpered and cried, crying and shouting: "Brother Wang Yong, hurry up and save me, I'm afraid, these big cannibals are so terrible, their knives are really cold!" ”

When the man in black saw Wang Fei crying, he thought that the child was scared, and laughed strangely, and then shouted again, "Get out of the way!" ”

"The Great Cannibal?!" Wang Yong stared at Wang Fei carefully for a while, and then looked at Ma Lu solemnly, "It's not a Tuqi Shiren?" Ma Lan thought for a moment and nodded, "It's definitely not a Turkish, and the weapons and skills are not the same." ”

Wang Yong took a step back and retracted his horizontal knife into its scabbard, allowing the crossbowman to dodge a way, but the crossbowman's arrow was still aimed at the man in black.

"Go, outside the door, let go!" Wang Yong gestured with his hand to the man in black, and at the same time gave Ma Lan a look, Ma Ling thought about it and nodded.

The man in black didn't seem to fully understand what Wang Yong meant, Wang Fei continued to cry, Wang Yong was even more anxious, took a step back, and gestured with his hand again.

The man in black seemed to understand, and began to move slowly towards the curtain. A man in black hugged Wang Fei in front, and the scimitar was tightly pressed against Wang Fei's neck. The man in black in the back leaned on his accomplice's back, holding a knife and guarding the rear.

Seeing the cautious posture of the man in black, Wang Yong couldn't help but nodded, but his brows tightened.