In the slow heat and soothing of the beginning, the first volume is about to enter the climax, and it will be followed by more killings and battles, Liu Xu, the eunuchs, and the White Lotus Sect each have their own strange plans, iron fire, life and death, and conspiracy are rampant, please help readers greatly to push the story to a new climax!

As the night wore on, Bolong lit the dim oil lamp and carefully wiped his sword with a white cloth until all stains were wiped away and his face could be clearly seen. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

What an old face this is, this face has accompanied Bolong for thirty-two years, from young to young, from young to old, but does this face still have a chance to age?

Beron didn't know.

He looked at the light reflected from the blade of the sword, and was stunned for a moment.

He followed his uncle out at the age of eighteen, when he was young and didn't know what it was like, he said wildly that he wanted to be the big man in the rivers and lakes, and he wanted to be rich and then return to his hometown, and told everyone "Don't bully the poor boy" and "Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi", but it has been fourteen years in a blink of an eye, and he still hasn't realized any of his dreams. The only good thing may be that everyone who roamed the rivers and lakes together is dead, and only he is still alive.

It's just that he is also a mortal, and his martial arts are definitely not the best, even if his martial arts are as heroic as his uncle, he will inevitably be ambushed and shot to death by arrows in the end, where will he die?

He now has savings of a few hundred taels of silver, and there are twenty-eight good men to follow, all of whom are used to weapons, and have a good martial arts and enough experience in the rivers and lakes to save his life.

He looked at his face, and a sudden wave of unwillingness surged in his heart.

He is unwilling, he is already thirty-two years old, but he is still just a family guard, and he is a dog for the biggest traitor in the world, and this traitor is now a phoenix in distress, and he doesn't know how many days he can live; He is not reconciled, he has a lot of volunteers in his life, he once studied in a private school for two years, and he can write a few words himself, he feels that he can have greater achievements.

Bolong shook his sword repeatedly, watching his face change different shapes due to the different angles of light, trying to find the best side of himself.

After a long time, he sighed softly.

This sword is like a man, if it cannot kill, it is not a good sword; If a person has no ability, he has no value; But if a person has no ability, it's fine, but if he has the ability but has nowhere to show it, this depression is even greater.

There was a sound of the husband beating outside, and he listened carefully, "Knock-knock!" Boom! Boom", the voice is slow and fast, obviously four watches.

The words of the husband were inaudible by the howling night wind, but the sound of Bangzi spread far away, shocking all the souls who had not yet fallen asleep.

It's just that after tonight, how many souls will be able to see the sun tomorrow?

Bo Long wiped the sword in his hand again, and commanded in a low voice: "It's the fourth watch, tell the brothers to lock the door, the fifth watch is the most sleepy, the most suitable for launching a surprise attack, not to mention that this group of dogs has only drunk." Let's not move at first, wait for them to kill each other, and then it's time for us to do it! ”

Tietou replied in a low voice, go and give the order, there should not be too many people in a room, in case someone kills in, the room is too crowded to wield weapons, so the twenty-nine of them are divided into four teams and hide in four rooms. Each of them had a weapon ready, the blade sharpened, the bow and crossbow wound, the armor polished, the leggings fastened, and it seemed like a battle of life and death, and no one would play with their lives.

In order to avoid any clues, the lights were extinguished, and the room was dark. Beron stood silently by the window, and he could clearly hear himself and others breathing in the silent darkness.

"How many people will be able to breathe after tonight?" Bronn thought suddenly. However, he quickly dispelled this thought, because the war was imminent, and he did not have time to think about these sentimental thoughts.

Sentimentality is reserved for the victors and survivors, and at the moment he is not yet qualified.

He waited for a long time, so long that he began to question whether his judgment was correct: could it be that if he was inspecting, he was just closing the door? Could it be that the inspection and the wine are just hoping not to be bullied? Could it be that all this is his own imagination?

Could it be that I have really been lonely for too long, and even the slightest hint will be seen as an earth-shattering prelude?

The brethren began to stir, at first a faint wheezing, then a low conversation, and then a louder and louder chatter, which stood out against the silent night sky.

Did you really guess wrong?

Maybe it's really time for me to retire, I've reached such a point where I listen to the wind and rain and be careful of becoming sick! Thinking like this, Bolong couldn't help but grab the fire fold, he wanted to light the oil lamp.

No!

Bo Long twisted his inner thigh hard, although it was through the chain mail, but his strength was very strong, so this time it was still very painful, almost making him snort.

No, I'm absolutely not mistaken, there must be fraud in this!

"You all whisper to me, there's going to be a change soon!" Bolong scolded in a low voice. The prestige and kindness he had accumulated over a long period of time had taken effect, and everyone was silent, although they did not necessarily believe his judgment in their hearts, but they were willing to give Beron this face.

Beron is grateful for their support.

Time passed slowly, and slowly, Beron even began to look forward to the raid, only then could he prove himself right, he could give an account to his brothers below, and he could explain why he didn't let them sleep in the middle of the night.

"Raiders, come quickly!" Bolong shouted in his heart!

Finally, he heard the chirping of an owl, like the purring of a cat, which alerted Berron. In the middle of the night, there was a sudden owl calling, which was definitely not a normal phenomenon. What's more, he had heard that the border army and Jiannu liked to use the cries of birds to communicate with each other, and it was better to be more vigilant about this situation than to lose their heads in confusion.

The call of the owl slowly spread throughout the inn from far and near. Then, another owl chirped from the other direction. One south and one north, one high and one low, one long and one short, the two owls began to respond to each other, as if they were communicating something.

What are they communicating? Is it to discuss where there are more rats, or where are the rats easier to deal with?

Beron could feel the brothers getting nervous, and although they were not as vigilant as he was, they instinctively sensed that something was wrong. Anyone who mingles on the tip of a sword will develop a sense of mystery that can help them anticipate danger. Although this feeling may not always be useful, people who do not or do not believe in it are likely to die quickly.

The old family said that they were not afraid of owls calling, but only of owls laughing. Beron guessed that this was because owls were able to sense the breath of the dead, and they were like messengers of death, able to pinpoint the breath that would emanate from the dead. Even if the person is still strong at the moment, they will come uninvited.

They are the guests of death.

The owl laughed, at first a soft laugh, whimpering and full of sadness, and then it grew high-pitched, spreading out from a hill to the north of the inn, and then gradually spreading over the whole inn. The sound seems to have a magical power, making all feel oppressed, suffocating, like touching a dry corpse, in which you can discover the inevitable death and the infinite long years.

The owl's laughter grew louder and louder, but no one noticed that they had traveled a long way to-day, and had drunk a great deal of wine in the evening, and that it was about five o'clock, and everyone was sleeping so deeply that they would not be woken up by the owl's laughter.

It's almost five?

Bolong woke up suddenly, they were about to do it!

"Knock-knock! Boom! Boom! Boom! "One long and four short, the watchman knocked the bang very loudly, as if sending out some kind of signal.

"Whoosh! Sou! Sou! Beron heard the sound of a clear, crisp bowstring that represented the beginning of a bowstring of horns, tendons, and bamboo and wood, absorbing human power and transforming them into projected power, bringing death and fire to the unaware.

"It's a fire attack!" Bo Long exclaimed, he didn't expect that the inspector would be so vicious, he saved him, but he let himself sit in the house and wait for death!

He opened the window, but found that there were 10,000 stars outside the window, which were red with a little yellow in the middle, which was a rocket in the sky!

"Tell the brothers, hurry up and prepare for Lao Tzu, don't want anything, let's kill it!" Bolong immediately decided, this is no longer the time to reap the benefits of the fisherman, if he runs a little slower, he is afraid that he will not be able to save his life.

The brethren began to prepare nervously, they had already packed their bags, so they moved quickly, they left behind their heavy belongings and bedding, carried only weapons for protection and a few days' provisions, and then retreated through the door in an orderly manner.

If no one speaks, one more word may be slower, and the price of slowness may be one's own life.

Even the most fond of jokes never joke with their own lives.

Bolong looked at the rockets that came at the time, there were about a hundred arrows at a time, which means that the enemy has at least a hundred archers, and looking at the interval between their shots, they can shoot an arrow in about three breaths, which means that they are all excellent archers, and can shoot the most arrows at the enemy in a very short time.

He didn't understand, this land of Hebei has not yet left the North Zhili, at the foot of the Son of Heaven, in the area of Shoushan, where did so many well-trained archers come from?

But now was not the time to think about the problem, he took the sword and walked with his brothers, the sky full of rockets had already lit up the night sky, so their movement was not hindered by the darkness in the slightest. Twenty-eight strong men lined up in a tight formation, no one spoke, and marched silently in the post station. They didn't have special night training, so the formation was a little scattered, but they were all veterans of battle, so there wouldn't be much confusion.

They act silently, trying to find a ray of life in a sea of fire.