Not long after Nameless led eight accompanying soldiers out of Luoyang City, a group of 100 dragoons also drove along the street to the city gate.

Leading this dragoon guard was none other than Huang Sheng, the deputy general of the dragoon guard.

The total strength of the dragoon guards was only more than 500 people, and the transfer of 100 people to Jiangdong was one-fifth.

Sending an officer at will, Deng Zhan was really not at ease, so he ordered Huang Sheng to lead the team to Jiangdong.

The Han army guarding the gate of Luoyang first watched the nameless go out of the city gate, and then saw Huang Sheng leading a hundred dragoon guards out of the city, and they all speculated in their hearts whether the Han army would have another big battle.

Often, before the Han army set out on an expedition, as a special force of soldiers and horses, the dragoon guards would go out of the city first, go to the area where the war is about to take place, and go to explore the terrain or cause some small troubles to the enemy.

The expedition of the Dragoon Guard, for many Han soldiers, was a signal that a major war was imminent.

Nameless, who left Luoyang City, led eight Han soldiers all the way south, and walked to a wilderness, Nameless shouted to the eight Han soldiers who followed behind: "Take off your armor, we will pass through Jingzhou, if the people of Jingzhou see our identity, it will inevitably cause some trouble!" ”

Eight Han soldiers, mounted on horseback, began to unload their armor.

While unloading the armor on their bodies, the soldiers of the Han army carefully wrapped the armor with cloth bags.

When they took off their armor, the speed of the war horses under their crotches slowed down a lot, and Nameless, who was wearing a set of snow-white deep clothes, also slowed down the speed of the war horses a lot.

The eight Han soldiers who followed him were not much different from ordinary Han soldiers in their armor.

Ke Wuming knew that these eight people, if they talked about swordsmanship, would only be more exquisite than the dragoon guards, and they would never lose to any dragoon guards.

The swordsmanship of the dragoon guards all came from Deng Zhan.

With Deng Zhan's teaching, the dragoon guards are all swordsmanship masters.

Teaching 500 people at the same time is not the same concept as teaching only eight people.

Eight soldiers who he considered to be the most talented in swordsmanship were drawn from the Han army, and under the training of the nameless, these eight Han soldiers advanced by leaps and bounds under his personal teaching, and it didn't take long to surpass the swordsmanship of the dragoon guards.

Following Nameless, eight Han soldiers rode on horseback and changed all the clothes and armor on their bodies.

They changed into civilian dark clothes of different colors, but each of them had long swords hanging from their waists, dressed as wandering swordsmen.

A group of nine people, dressed into the clothes of ordinary people, galloped all the way to the south.

Two days ago, they were still in the territory of Dahan, and in the evening, they spent the night in the villages they passed by, but nothing special happened.

At dusk on the third day, seeing that the sky was darkening, Nameless raised his hand and pointed forward, and said to the eight Han soldiers who followed him: "There is a village ahead, I will wait until there is a place to stay!" ”

In response, eight people followed behind Nameless and urged the war horses one after another.

The war horse galloped, and seeing that it was getting closer and closer to the village, Nameless restrained his mount.

His brows furrowed, and he raised his arm and made a stop gesture to the eight behind him.

When he reined in his horse, the eight Han soldiers had stopped, and when he raised his arm, all eight pressed their hands on the hilt of the long sword at their waist.

A pair of eyes all looked at the village that appeared in front of them, and the eight Han soldiers also felt that something was not quite right in the village.

More than 100 steps away from the village, the afterglow of the slanting sun spreads on the village, gilding the small village with a thin layer of blood.

The village at sunset should be quiet and beautiful.

In the village in front of Nameless and the others, some of them are not quiet, but as silent as death.

Far away, Nameless felt a breath of death.

He is a swordsman who once traveled the world, and under the long sword, there are countless dead souls.

More sensitive than anyone else's sense of smell to death, staring at the village that appeared in the distance, the nameless hand subconsciously pressed on the hilt of the sword.

He froze as his fingers touched the hilt of his sword.

It's been a long time since I've felt this way!

This feeling that death was near, and that he had to avoid it.

In the village ahead, there must be something that even he had to deal with carefully.

The swordsman in the world, who can make Nameless feel threatened, is only Deng Zhan so far!

Wang Liu used to be a swordsman who was enough to make Nameless feel threatened, but now she was Liu Wei's imperial concubine.

When a woman marries her husband, she only focuses on her family business, and has no time to care about the swordsmen in the world.

Today's Wang Liu has long lost the sharpness of the year, although the swordsmanship will not be forgotten by her, and may improve a lot, but unfortunately, her long sword has lost the sharpness of the year.

Wang Liu was in the palace, and Deng Zhan stayed in Luoyang City, and in the nameless impression, the swordsman who could make him feel such a strong and murderous spirit seemed to be gone.

Tightly frowning, staring at the village immersed in the setting sun in front of him, Nameless did not move.

The eight Han soldiers who followed him also did not move.

Nameless is not only their leader, but also their mentor, and they are to obey Nameless's orders from any angle.

"If there is a fight, how many swordsmen can you deal with?" Frowning, Nameless suddenly asked the eight Han soldiers behind him.

The eight Han soldiers glanced at each other, and one of them replied: "Our swordsmanship is taught by the general, if you fight with ordinary swordsmen, it is not difficult to deal with one hundred and eighty!" ”

"I'm afraid I'm afraid it's not an ordinary swordsman!" A strange smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and Nameless beckoned to the eight swordsmen, and said to them: "Someone is waiting for me here, if I don't go, I'm afraid I can't say it!" I'll wait and see! ”

"No!" In response, eight Han soldiers followed behind Nameless and walked slowly towards the small village a hundred paces away.

Looking at the village from a distance, the village was filled with a strong aura of death, and the closer to the village, the stronger the feeling of Nameless and the eight Han soldiers following him.

Seeing that he was about to reach the entrance of the village, a Qiang flute suddenly sounded in the village.

The sound of the Qiang flute is very melodious, fluttering in the sky above the quiet village, which makes people feel sweet and relaxed.

Nameless and the eight Han soldiers who followed him did not listen to this leisurely mood at all.

The closer you get to the village, the stronger the sense of oppression that is approaching them.

I was reluctant to leave Jiangnan, but there was a Qiang flute sound that only Xiliang would hear, which also made Nameless and the eight Han soldiers have doubts in their hearts.

Most of the swordsmen of the Central Plains are obsessed with swordsmanship, and few people will be interested in music.

The sound of the Qiang flute floating in the village really made Nameless feel puzzled for a while.

When he was about to reach the entrance of the village, Nameless strangled his horse.

Looking at the village, he frowned slightly, and did not give further orders to the eight Han soldiers behind him.

The eight Han soldiers did not move, and the longer they followed the general who was born as a swordsman, the more they understood the general's temperament.

Nameless is not a man who likes to let soldiers go to explore the way, whenever he encounters danger, he will definitely put himself in danger, and his superb swordsmanship is the capital that makes him have such courage.

Standing at the entrance of the village, he quietly listened to the sound of the Qiang flute coming out of the village for a while, and waved his hand to the Han army behind him, and while riding his horse slowly, he lowered his voice and ordered: "Enter the village, be alert!" ”

In response, eight Han soldiers followed him into the village.

As soon as he entered the village, the nameless hand subconsciously pressed on the hilt of the sword, and the eight Han soldiers who followed him simply drew out their long swords.

They smelled a smell, a strong smell of blood!

The smell of blood was strong, echoing through the village, making Nameless and the others feel a little breathless.

A Han soldier, riding on horseback, the long sword he drew was trembling slightly, and a pair of eyes were also looking towards the houses on both sides.

The smell of blood is too strong, and such a strong smell of blood is not something that can be condensed after ten or twenty people are killed.

The small village they entered was most likely subjected to a massacre.

But they didn't see a corpse, let alone a human corpse, not even a dog's corpse!

The farther he walked into the village, the stronger the smell of blood became, and Nameless's hand on the hilt of the sword twitched slightly.

The long sword was pulled out by him for a small part, and the afterglow of the slanting sun shone on the fitness, reflecting the orange luster, this long sword that had been full of the blood of countless swordsmen, condensed a sense of slaughter and gloom.

The slaughter and gloom condensed by the long sword on his waist happened to match the atmosphere of the village, giving the figure of Kujo entering the village another layer of cold loneliness.

"General!" Seeing that he was about to enter the open space in the village, a Han soldier who was following Nameless suddenly shouted, raised his hand and pointed forward, and said to him: "Look ahead!" ”

Before the Han army shouted, Nameless had already seen the corpses of many villagers piled up in the open space ahead.

Old and young, the white corpses were neatly stacked into a hill that was not big or small.

On the hill where the corpses were piled up, a woman in red was playing the Qiang flute leisurely.

The sound of the Qiang flute heard at the entrance of the village was actually from this woman!

The woman's side face was facing Nameless and the others, although she couldn't see her full picture clearly, from the snow-white cheeks and the skin on her neck, it could be seen that she was definitely an extremely beautiful beauty.

Wearing a Luo skirt that is as red as a flame, under the reflection of the slanting sun, the woman's slender and graceful figure is like a dancing flame, with a bit of heat in the dynamic, making people clearly feel a dynamic beauty from her bones.

If it weren't for the pile of dead bodies sitting beneath her, anyone who saw this woman would have thought she was definitely an amorous and versatile ******.

But the piles of corpses under her made her exude a kind of cold that was incompatible with her clothes!

Icy elves dancing in the flames!

This is the first impression of the woman who sees the nameless, and it is also the only impression that the woman left to the nameless!