In May, the weather in Beiyouzhou can be called warm, but when the day gradually turns westward, the evening breeze is mixed with obvious coolness.

If you are well fed and clothed and sit at the door of your house, this cool breeze is nothing. For those who have eaten dinner and walked to consume food, this wind blows on the body and even helps digestion.

But for people who have been riding horses for a long time and are sweating because of nervousness, such a wind blowing on their bodies is a bit biting.

The group of people in mourning clothes were galloping along the main road.

The horses they rode were not very tall, and the colors on their bodies were messy, but the hooves were all as white as snow, and they were the horses mixed with the blood of the fierce beast "Snow Footel", called Snow Horse.

Snowwalkers do not get hot as soon as they leave the snow like snowy-foottails, but they can only live in colder environments. The enormous limitations brought with it an astonishing endurance, which was able to carry a heavily armed knight for four or five days in a row except to eat meat and drink water, with little need for rest.

There are actually quite a few hybrid horses with this ability, and among them, the snow pony is the cheapest and the least expensive to keep - under normal circumstances, it can eat 30% meat and 70% grass, and only needs to eat pure meat when it is running wild.

Many of the Jianghu people in Youzhou can ride this kind of famous horse.

And a group of people are riding snow-riding horses, naturally there is something urgent.

Such a situation is not uncommon in Youzhou, but if this group of people are wearing mourning clothes, it is really rare.

After all, even if you are mourning, you usually change your clothes when you are about to enter the door of the place, and run around in mourning clothes, is this a bad luck for people?

Seeing someone swaggering through the market like this, some pedestrians frowned and pressed their hands on the hilt of their sabers.

But looking further back, I saw a long queue of hulala, winding out along the main road, and I couldn't even see the end at a glance...... So he put his hand down again.

"What is this for? So many people are going out in mourning clothes...... How many people died?" muttered to someone.

This was really a bit malicious, but it caused everyone to nod.

It does look like a lot of people have died, otherwise...... How could there be such a formation?

"I'm afraid it's the people of a city who have died...... "an old man whispered, "it's terrible!"

As he spoke, knights ran past the road.

Among them, some of them were willing to say a few words to them, and said coldly: "This mourning dress is not for others, but for ourselves." ”

With that, the man flicked the reins, and the mount, which had just slowed down slightly, accelerated again, and soon ran to the front.

Pedestrians you look at me, I look at you, look at each other.

After a long while, the old Jianghu who wanted to draw his knife just now whispered: "Their faces are not quite right, they really look like they are going to find someone to play with their lives." ”

"So many people...... I'm afraid there are two or three hundred, right? What kind of deep hatred is there, so many people are desperate for their lives, and go to find someone to fight?"

No one could answer.

In front of the knights' ranks, a young man caught up with the yellow-bearded middle-aged man who was the leader.

The middle-aged man was burly, and his beard and hair were slightly yellowish, especially his beard, which looked like dead grass in autumn.

His face was gloomy and cold, and his eyes flashed with fierce murderous intent, and he knew at a glance that he was a ruthless character.

"Second uncle, the people in the back are a little unbearable. The young man said, "Do you want to let them rest for a while?"

"Rest?" the yellow-bearded middle-aged man said coldly, "In a few hours, you can rest forever, what are you doing now?"

"But...... If they don't rest, I'm afraid that when we get to the place, I won't have the strength to do it. ”

The yellow-bearded middle-aged man sighed and said, "Xiao Kui, what you said makes a lot of sense, but we don't have a choice now - we have to hurry!"

He pointed ahead with his horsewhip and explained: "It has been more than three hours since the news was sent by the Spitfire this morning, and it is almost dark. And if we can't rush to Zengjiazhuang before dark, our trip will probably be in vain. Not only could the original plan not be realized, but it even had to die in vain. ”

"Why? Could it be that the people of Zengjiazhuang will run away? Or will they calm down at night, and we can't fight in formation?" the young man was suddenly a little unconvinced, "The Zeng family is indeed powerful in Youzhou, but as long as there is no real master in charge, everyone fights knife to gun, and they are not three-headed and six-armed. We can do anything to take revenge, one person is desperate, so many of us are desperate!"

The yellow-bearded middle-aged man smiled bitterly and said, "If it is just us fighting with the Zeng family, then I believe that no matter how much the Zeng family can fight, we can at least kill many of them if we risk our lives." ”

"But I'm afraid...... We have to face more than just the Zeng family. ”

"What do you mean?"

"Although the masters of the Zeng family died or fled, they traveled widely, and they had many friends in the rivers and lakes. The middle-aged man with yellow beard explained, "These masters from all walks of life who came here may not be friends of the Zeng family. Those who have no friendship with the Zeng family or even have a grudge must also abound. ”

The young man nodded repeatedly.

"If there are only those masters who have a good relationship with the Zeng family, then if we go to attack the Zeng family, they will definitely cut melons and vegetables mercilessly-to be honest, we, the two hundred and forty-two people, in the face of a real grandmaster, may not even be able to last a stick of incense. ”

The middle-aged man with a yellow beard said, "So our hope lies in...... Those masters who have enmity with the Zeng family and hope to see the Zeng family's bad luck! If they are still there, and they can contain those masters who have a good relationship with the Zeng family, we will have a chance to fight to the death with the Zeng family!"

The young man nodded first, then asked in confusion, "But...... What does it have to do with us getting there before dark?"

The middle-aged man sighed and said, "Don't you understand? If we go too late and everyone is gone, we will stay at Zeng's house for dinner, which kind do you think it should be?"

The young man suddenly realized, looked at the sun that had gradually set in the west, and couldn't help but get anxious.

"That's too bad! Look at the current sky, even if we can rush to Zengjiazhuang before dark, those masters who watched the excitement will have already gone home for dinner......

The middle-aged man showed a bitter look and said: "So in the past, Wen Chaogong said, 'Women wear makeup, pay attention to white and cover up ugliness, and men fight wars, only pay attention to fast and not break.'" It's not the same, but it's the same. ”

"Are we too late?"

"You ask me, who do I ask?" the yellow-bearded middle-aged man looked in the direction of Zengjiazhuang.

Although this trip is extremely dangerous, it can even be said that he is gambling with his life, even if he wins the bet, it is just a chance to fight with the Zeng family, but he would rather fight.

For him, this little chance is worth his hard work!

"Well, I just hope we're not too late!"