Nighthawk and his party stayed at Forber's place, although the soldiers were a little annoying at first. But looking at the intimacy with Fu Bo, who seemed to be meeting late, everyone immediately suppressed the discomfort in their hearts.

The soldiers all knew that Nighthawk was a cautious and cautious person, and there must be a reason why he was able to integrate into this small group so quickly. No one wants to think about Nighthawk's fancy intestines, and they are happy. Eating game and drinking fine wine all day long, I don't care what I do.

Only the two Yaksha and the monkey stared at the Nighthawk all day long, and when they saw the warbler approaching the Nighthawk with enthusiasm, they would chirp from time to time. In an instant, he looked like a patient with bronchitis and coughed endlessly.

But every time, the red-faced Nighthawk was able to regain his freedom under the unrestrained fire warbler. The fire warbler looked down on these two crooked men, but didn't dare to say it explicitly, especially the Yaksha who was almost chopped off by her knife. She thinks it's very uncomfortable for a man to look at her with that kind of provocative look.

Her heart, in fact, had been promised to Nighthawk the moment Nighthawk subdued their sisters. Nighthawk was the most heroic man she'd ever seen in her life, and except for her brother and father, no other man could get into her apricot eyes.

Living in this isolated mountain, with bows, arrows and wild beasts all day long, the sisters who have practiced martial arts since childhood have a sense of dependence on the strong from the heart. No matter how high her martial arts are and how great her skills are, she is also a woman after all.

In a woman's heart, she also wants to find a man stronger than herself to protect herself. And Nighthawk is just the best candidate.

He is not only high in martial arts, bold and bold, but also very handsome. With a high nose and big eyes, the muscles on his face are like knives and axes, and he has the texture of a mature man. For the simple girl's unfazed inner world, stirring up a bunch of ripples.

Whenever she thinks of Nighthawk pressing to her sister's neck, the knife that will go and go. With his cold appearance, the warbler will be heartbeat. But she is heroic by nature, she will say whatever she wants, and she will never hide it in her heart. So, there is a paragraph like Nighthawk's confession.

These little daughters' minds Nighthawk can't take care of them, and his heart can only accommodate Zhou Zhou alone. Others, even if they are immortals, they can't squeeze in half a point. can only say that there is no fate in this life, and creation makes people.

Besides, his mind is not on the relationship between his children and daughters, he has more important things to do. And that guide is Fauber.

At the banquet when they first came, Nighthawk and Fauber had a clear heart, and each guessed what the other had in their hearts. Add and verify, and then hit it off.

For many days, Nighthawk and Faber seemed to have formed a lifelong friendship, and they were greasy and entangled. In fact, the two of them were discussing the specific steps of their next move.

That night, while everyone was drunk and still unconscious, Fauber quietly pulled Nighthawk and explained to him in detail the terrain of this mountain.

This mountain is called the sacred mountain in the mouth of Fu Bo, and according to legend, it is their ancestor Hou Yi who made arrows to the end, and the arrow materials that can shoot the sun are also found from this sacred mountain.

Nighthawk already knew the power of Fuber's sword, ordinary steel, and it would break when it hit, so it was no wonder that there was such a legend.

Fauber said: "This sacred mountain covers an area of about 50 miles, which is not a big mountain, but the scale is not small. The highest part of the mountain, I am afraid that it must be two thousand meters, standing proudly in the territory of the country of R, as if standing out from the flock.

Nighthawk was now located on the north side of the mountain, and as he circled due south along the mountainside, the Poison King's troops were stationed in a col to the south.

They had dug a big hole in it, and it had become like a mine. Work is working day and night, grabbing the wealth accumulated by Mount Kinabalu for thousands of years. ”

"Col, big hole." Nighthawk was deep in thought, these two words gave him a very unusual thought, and the alertness and imagination peculiar to special forces played a role at this moment, making his brain racing.

Seeing Nighthawk suddenly ponder, Fauber didn't interject. Smoking out his old dry cigarette, he took a big gulp, and sometimes spit out one or two smoke rings, which fluttered into the air and dispersed, and finally turned into an invisible faint green smoke.

"How many of them are stationed there?" Nighthawk snapped back from his contemplation, and the first thing he said was to ask the Poison King's strength.

As if he had known that Nighthawk was going to ask like this, Fauber smiled and said, "Not much, not much, enough to crush all of us here." That's 1,500 people. ”

Listening to Fauber's half-teasing words, Nighthawk fell silent again. Fifteen hundred, that's a reinforced regiment. With such a big difference in the balance of power, is it like hitting a stone with an egg when they enter the mountain? I can't help but think about other options.

Fauber had been quietly observing Nighthawk's expression, and he sighed softly when he saw Nighthawk turn from shock to helplessness.

He can't force Nighthawk to wade into this troubled water with him, it's just his hatred, he has no right to ask Nighthawk to risk his life, is he an outsider after all.

But just when he was about to thank Nighthawk for his kindness, he was ready to go it alone. Nighthawk unexpectedly slapped his thigh and said, "Okay, let's have a strong attack, and we can kill as many as we can." Attract the attention of their large army, and I will take the opportunity to kill the Poison King. ”

Fauber was very surprised, he didn't expect that Nighthawk could make such a bold decision under such a dangerous situation. Unconsciously, I admired Nighthawk's courage for a while, and thanked Nighthawk for his great help. Having the help of Nighthawk's team was undoubtedly a great addition to them, but he didn't understand what Nighthawk meant by what he just said.

The people in the mountains are refreshing, even if they encounter great changes, they will not change their original intentions, and Fu Bo, who doesn't understand, immediately asked: "What do you mean?" Are you going to kill Hong Batai? There are so many people here, it's good that we can deal with them, kill Hong Batai, I guess I won't have this hope in my next life. ”

What Fauber said was very true, with his current strength, it would be good to be able to kill a few defeated soldiers. Even if his clansmen are there, it is impossible for him to be the opponent of Hong Batai, the king of the poison country who is in power in the R country, and he is looking down on him when he is a car.

Nighthawk smiled and said, "Fubo, I also know that with a few of us here, a few guns, and your arrows without missing arrows, if the other party is a company of 200 people, I dare to boast that I will clean them all up."

But this is an out-and-out army, your brother and I are not stupid enough to fight with others. Just dying like that, it's not worth it. You didn't take revenge either, your enemy should be the Poison King, not the more than a thousand soldiers guarding here. ”

Fauber still didn't understand what Nighthawk meant, and then asked, "Is the Poison King so easy to kill?" I don't know where he is, but it's still unknown how many people are around him. I'm afraid, no less than here. I also know that he is the mastermind behind the scenes, but I can't kill him, and I killed the executioner here with my own hands, which is worthy of the heroic spirit of my people. ”

Nighthawk looked far away, and said earnestly: "If you want to kill the Poison King, it's actually very simple. If you go to the largest city in country R, you will definitely find out his whereabouts. The point is, as you said, he has a lot of guards around him.

So, we're going to get rid of these people and make a noise. Since the Poison King values this place so much, he won't sit idly by and ignore us to attack here, right? Once we have fought it, he will have to send heavy troops to reinforce the guard.

At that time, even if there are many people around him, at least the elite will all be concentrated at the foot of this mountain. Let's kill him again and catch him off guard, I am confident that the life of the poison king will be entrusted to this green mountains and green waters. ”

Fauber stood up suddenly, and at last he understood Nighthawk's thoughts. Such a detailed and precise plan was something he had never thought of and did not dare to do, and he did not have that strength.

But from Nighthawk's mouth, Thaksin! In Fu Bo's heart, a person with strong martial arts like Nighthawk must be an iron-clad hero! And the words of heroes and heroes must not be fake.

Fu Bo held Nighthawk's hand tightly and said excitedly, "Brother Nighthawk, you are probably the messenger sent to us by the ancestors who have spirits." With you, our great revenge has been avenged. ”

Sincerely, thinking of the sadness in his heart again, Fauber couldn't help but shed a few more tears. He was embarrassed to show such a look in front of Nighthawk, so he hurriedly wiped it off, and said with a forced smile, "Then when are we going to start?" ”

Nighthawk immediately said, "Without further ado, tomorrow, I want to explore the terrain first, so that I can be prepared." Fu Bo waved his hand and said with a rebellious expression: "In my eyes, those beasts, if there are not many of them, they are a bunch of bed bugs. If you step on it hard, you will break them to pieces! Brother Nighthawk, if you have any orders, just say. From now on, all the people of the Sun Shooter are at your disposal. Nighthawk was very moved, and it was a reassurance that Fauber could say such a thing. This is a trust, and it is a huge responsibility on his shoulders. In an instant, the fate of more than 20 people of Fubo was on his own shoulders at the same time. But Nighthawk didn't feel heavy, he was born a leadership genius, and he was born for this.

At dawn the next day, the soldiers, who had been drunk all night, shook their heads and shouted that the wine in the mountains was enjoyable. The big cow even shouted for another altar, which provoked the two early women to sneer.

Nighthawk was already sitting in the middle of the camp, bathed in golden sunlight, waiting for them quietly.

The soldiers saw that they were covered in gold, like nighthawks descended from the mortal world. Hurriedly running, everyone understands that the nighthawk is waiting here, there must be something. Otherwise, who has nothing to do with their heads burned out, sitting in the dew early in the morning, and not to become immortals.

Sure enough, seeing the team members gathered around, Nighthawk asked sternly, "Are you sober?"

Everyone nodded hurriedly, but Wang Chao was still a little sad, just after nodding the first one, he couldn't hold back, squatted aside in a hurry and vomited, and even vomited out of last night's dinner.

Nighthawk shook his head and continued, "Can you carry out the mission?" ”

Everyone nodded again, this time, they were obviously much more sober than just now, and their heads were quite powerful.

"Yes." Nighthawk glanced around and said slowly, "Then follow me to complete a mission!" The corners of his mouth smiled slyly, and he looked at everyone quietly.