"Phew!" Zhao Xian immediately became angry when he heard that he was evenly matched, he really didn't know how thick-skinned this old man was, he didn't care about his image, he spat on the ground, and said, "Evenly matched? Every year, let people cross the river to the door of the house, snatch it and run back, and run over to grab it after eating, I have lived for more than ten years, and I have not heard of a victory in the north, this is a record that can be fought by an even match? ”

In this era, the Northern Qi and the Great Liang divide the world with the Yangtze River as the boundary, and the fight is life and death, but Zhao Xian doesn't care who wins or loses, in his eyes, the Great Liang and the Northern Qi are all a family after a few hundred years, the country is destroyed first, and it has nothing to do with him, he feels distressed about those men who are guarding the border passes, each of them is the pillar of a family, countless old mothers, wives and children, are looking forward to their return in the rear, these people give their young lives to Daliang, but the court sends some pig brains to command, and even a qualified weapon can not be equipped, Zhao Xian felt unworthy for them from the bottom of his heart, and let him work hard for such a court, it was better to stay here and be a blacksmith for the rest of his life.

The old man's face stiffened, he opened his mouth but didn't speak, he coughed a few times while holding his chest, a sickly flush appeared on his face, and Ah Xiang in the back hurriedly patted the old man on the back and persuaded: "Master, this kid has not experienced the battlefield, just by hearing about it, he naturally devalues the soldiers in the army, don't take it to heart." The carriage behind seemed to want to comfort the old man, and a crisp female voice came from behind the curtain of the car: "My Liang army has been holding Jinling for several years, and has never let the Northern Qi take a step forward. ”

The voice is crisp and sweet, as attractive as a yellow warbler, neither humble nor overbearing, and there is a hint of bookish fragrance.

Zhao Xian looked at the carriage when he heard the sound, but the curtain was immediately lowered, and there was no movement, judging from the little white hand, he was not very old, and it seemed that he was a young lady from a large family. "This is your daughter?" Zhao Xian raised his eyebrows slightly, revealing a smile of interest, and swayed from side to side, wanting to see what the people in the car looked like.

"Ahem!" The old man coughed lightly, with a hint of unhappiness on his face, and said, "It's the little girl, I don't know what you think of her words?" ”

"Whew!"

Zhao Xian slapped the stone table and flicked the two knives up, the young lady in the car was startled, and the old man also looked at Zhao Xian with an incredible look, frowning, obviously thinking that Zhao Xian was a super angry young man who sprayed for the sake of spraying, what the court did was wrong, he scolded when he won and scolded, and he scolded when he was alive.

Zhao Xian dared to "bah" this time, naturally there was a reason, he smiled disdainfully: "Shen Lingshan, I naturally know that when the Great Breaking Qi Army returned triumphantly, the people also praised him for 'being loyal to defend the country, swearing to die 30,000 tigers, blood-stained battlefield, and triumphant 800 god horses', but I want to ask, is this also a victory?" Zhao Xian's face was incredible.

"Why not?" The old man didn't speak, but Ah Xiang was excited, pointed at Zhao Xian with trembling fingers, and asked, "Old Marquis Shen's famous battle that shook the world, if it can't be regarded as a victory, what else can it be?" The old man also looked unhappy, waiting for Zhao Xian's answer.

Seeing this, Zhao Xian stood up and said incredulously: "Jinling, known as the first male city in the world, has the rolling Yangtze River in front of it as a natural danger, the Northern Qi attack, must cross the river, the siege equipment carried must not be much, General Shen 30,000 people guarded the pass, the Qi army 50,000 people traveled long distances to attack, there was no county in the battle, as a result, General Shen brought 30,000 people, only 800 died, before the Qi army was defeated, this is embarrassed to say triumphant, not to say anything else, I just want to ask, more than 29,000 soldiers died in battle, he Shen Lingshan as the main generalWhy didn't he die, and how did he survive? ”

Zhao Xian said that this is a stomach, that is, 30,000 rabbits are placed on the city wall, and they can kick the Qi army down, the general Shen who is known all over the world, actually opened the city gate, and took 30,000 people to play 'chivalry' with the Qi army, what kind of brain does this have to do this kind of thing, and there are 30,000 people who fight to the death and do not retreat, and only 800 people are left, he is a general, but he returned "triumphantly" uninjured, this can also be called a general?

"Ahem... The old man was obviously stimulated, and his rich face floated with a touch of sickness, and Xiang Bo was shocked, and hurriedly took out a pill from his arms and gave it to the old man. Seeing this scene on the carriage, the little maid popped out her head again, and said indignantly: "Lord Shen is full of martial arts, there are few opponents in the world, how can the generals of Northern Qi hurt him, is it possible that if the soldiers die, the commander will have to die." ”

The old man raised his hand, stopped the little maid, with a look of embarrassment in his eyes, and explained in a deep voice: "Defend by the city? It's easy to say, but the soldiers can't do that, let alone 30,000 people, even if it's 3,000 or 300 people, they still have to fight in the city, otherwise, Jinling will be broken......" The old man said here, and his face showed a trace of desolation, or sadness.

Zhao Xian frowned, very puzzled, in a weak situation, relying on the defense of the fortress is the basic common sense of the soldiers, since Jinling is known as the first heroic city in the world, how can it not be defended? Zhao Xian was about to ask, what does it mean that there is no way to guard the pass, but suddenly there was a sudden change, and on the roofs on both sides of the street, three figures holding long swords appeared.

The three of them were all dressed in black, with strong figures, covered with black cloths all over their bodies, revealing only a pair of indifferent eyes, flashing quickly on the rooftops on both sides of the street, and heading straight for the old man.

"Be careful! There are thorns..."

A guard not far away, the first to discover the mutation, let out a loud shout, his cry was very high-pitched, very short, as if a plosive sound had just burst out of his throat, but the sound had not yet formed, the breath had not rushed out of the throat, it was forced to hold back, it sounded very weird, take a closer look, the man's throat, actually inserted a slender flying knife, the guard struggled twice and fell off the horse without saying a word,.

The street was chaotic in an instant, all the onlookers were screaming and throwing away, the doors of the shops were also closed, and everyone who was still pedestrians just now was empty in an instant, only a few wild dogs, cowering and wandering.

The guards who protected the old man were all well-trained and highly skilled in martial arts, and their reactions were extremely agile, and they shouted in unison, bounced up, and slashed at the black figure at the front with their knives. The black figure in the forefront, with a slender figure, looks like a woman on closer inspection, holding a long sword with a snowy blade and a blood-red sword spike attached to it, which should be amazingly fast, leaving a red line in the air, and it seems that even the snowflakes have been split.

This person obviously had the best martial arts among the three assassins, facing the guards who rushed up, he bounced up with a spot, and spun all the way forward, even the light snow in the sky was driven, and the sharp blades broke out a few crisp sounds, and the person standing closest to the guard screamed, kneeling on one knee, his calf was pierced by a sword, and blood gushed out from the front and back wounds. The other two assassins, from the other two directions, rushed away like old men.

Seeing this, Bi Chun snorted coldly, flicked his fingers, and the long knife came out in response, his eyes narrowed slightly, without the slightest nervousness, only an indifferent murderous aura, enveloping the assassin with the highest martial arts.

At this time, the old man's face was still sullen, immersed in Zhao Xian's words, and the galloping assassin did not enter his eyes at all, and even had a trace of indifference, as if he was used to this kind of thing, and his complexion did not change in the slightest. The old man sighed lightly, turned his head to look, but saw that Zhao Xian's face was pale, his body was tense, his fingers kept knocking on the table, and the appearance of talking and laughing just now was long gone, and he couldn't help but say: "Little friend, don't be nervous, I can't hurt you." ”

Zhao Xianqiang endured the overturning of the river and the sea in his stomach, gritted his teeth and sat stiffly on the stone bench, the guard who was shot by the flying knife just now was lying on the cold ground at this time, his throat kept foaming blood, and the piercing blood stained the snow on the ground red, and a person who was alive just now left the world in this way. Killing people has a very big impact on him, and easily depriving a fresh life is something that normal people can't accept, saying that he is not nervous is a lie, and he is not a perverted murderer.

Zhao Xian turned his head away from looking at the dead body, and smiled dryly at the old man: "The first time I see it, it's good to get used to it." ”

"It's not easy to pee your pants without being scared for the first time!" The old man seemed to think of the past, and even burst out with a foul word, sighing: "Today, I said that I talked with Xiaoyou, and the old man was deeply touched, but talking on paper is not a good thing, Xiaoyou is quite knowledgeable, but it is unrealistic, the battlefield is never as simple as you think, and the way of being an official and a general is not so easy. ”

"Uncle said he was laughing!" Zhao Xian shook his head and smiled, waving his hand to show that he was not interested.

When Zhao Xian and the old man were talking, the assassin who rushed to the front had already rushed to the front, like a ghost, stabbing a sword on the left and a sword on the right, drifting back and forth, like a wisp of light smoke, but in a moment, a few people were stabbed, lying on the ground wailing, this person took advantage of the gap in the defense, jumped like an arrow, turned into a sharp arrow off the arrow, and slammed a sword, straight to the throat of the old man.

This assassin is like killing people and chickens, Zhao Ke didn't want to be taken away with a sword, his hand immediately put on the half-finished firecracker, his body was tense, ready to scare the assassin at any time.

The man in black, his eyes were as cold as a dead man, whether it was killing the guards or coming to Shen Ling Mountain, he didn't show a trace of emotion, not even the excitement of being about to succeed, he concentrated his spirit to the extreme, it seemed that even a trace of snowflakes fluttering could not escape those eyes. As soon as Zhao Xian's hand touched the firecracker, the assassin glanced at Zhao Xian in an instant, not looking at the movements of his hand, but observing Zhao Xian's eyes. However, at a glance, Zhao Xian was identified as a safe, fragile, and good baby, the long sword was still forward, and the red sword spike crossed a beautiful arc in the snowflakes, pointing directly at Shen Ling Mountain.