Feng Yan and the short-bearded soldiers set off first, and the others followed behind them, quietly going up the mountain along the mountain path, everyone was well-trained, and they trot along the mountain road for a while, all of them were not red or panting.

This Hongfeng Mountain is not steep, and the trees are dense, but it is easy to hide your body.

Yaojiazhai is on the top of the mountain, the village covers an area of seven or eight acres, continuous, at this moment the village is pitch black, there is a sentry tower at the mouth of the village, the figure of the sentry tower flashes, there are more than a dozen guards near the gate.

In the night wind, torches burn brightly, and flags are hunting.

At first glance, it smells like a military camp.

The short-bearded soldier leaned into Feng Yan's ear and said in a low voice: "Yao San, the head of Yaojiazhai, is a deserter in the army. ”

Feng Yan didn't speak, quietly raised his hand and made a gesture.

This gesture spread out in a ten, ten, hundred, and hundred, and without words, a thousand black-clothed soldiers scattered in the darkness, cautiously lurking in the shadows of the darkness, some climbing the trees to occupy high places, others using the trunks to cover their figures, and one by one they opened their bows and arrows.

Feng Yan also took out a bow from behind him, unhurriedly took the arrow, and pulled the bow.

The bow is as full as the full moon.

The crowd waited with bated breath.

Feng Yan squinted, his eyes were full of color, and suddenly his fingers moved, and the bowstring shook violently.

"Whoosh!"

With a trembling sound of a bowstring humming, the feather arrow slashed across the night sky like lightning, bringing a sharp sound of breaking the air, and shot rapidly towards the sentry tower in front of it.

The arrow was so fast that no one in the stockade noticed it.

An arrow enters the watchtower, piercing the back of the head through the head of one of the sentries, and the arrow exits through the forehead and into the head of the other sentry.

They didn't even have time to scream, and they lost their lives silently.

The two corpses fell limply, and when they fell to the ground, there was a faint crashing sound, which alarmed the guards below.

However, they couldn't do much more to react.

"Whoosh ......"

Immediately afterward, a dozen arrows shot out of the dark woods, each arrow resembling the impermanence of death.

One stone, one life.

"Ahh

"Someone attacked ...... at night"

A terrible scream pierced the night sky.

The guards at the gate of the stockade fell down one by one, their eyes wide open, and they did not bat at each other.

The shouting outside woke up many of the sleeping bandits in the village, and the dark village was either lit with candles or scolded.

The originally dead and silent village fell like a drop of cold water into a hot oil pot, crackling and exploding.

As a result, more feathered arrows in the woods moved.

"Whoosh ......"

A rain of arrows rained down from the sky, screams, cries, and runs...... One after another, the bandits who came out of the house to check on the situation all fell......

Soon, there was silence in the stockade again.

The short-bearded soldier was the first to walk out of the woods, and with a wave of his hand, two hundred black-clothed soldiers followed.

"Boom!"

The gate of the village was kicked open, and two hundred people poured in like a tide, some went up to the sentry tower, and some went into the village to search for the remnants.

Some of the remaining bandits in the village saw the enemy entering the village and rushed up with large swords.

Unfortunately, no matter how fast they ran, they couldn't get feathered arrows.

There was another continuous sound of breaking through the air, and they were all shot into "hedgehogs" by countless arrows, and after they fell to the ground, blood gushed out.

The cleaning was carried out in an orderly manner.

These mountain bandits may be powerful or invincible against ordinary people, but in the face of the elite soldiers of the regular army, they are just a rabble.

The cleaning lasted only a long time, and the village fell silent again.

The die is cast.

The short-bearded soldier hurriedly came to report the results of the "sweeping": "Son, all the 392 mountain bandits in the house have been wiped out. The women and children who were captured by the mountain bandits were all imprisoned in the back village by them......"

Feng Yan listened to his report while going up to the sentry tower, the two corpses in the sentry tower had been cleaned up, only the smell of blood and blood stains could not be covered.

As soon as he went up to the sentry tower, he hurriedly came from the direction of the foot of the mountain from a scout, his body was extremely agile and dexterous, and he climbed to the bottom of the sentry tower in one breath, and said to Feng Yanyu: "Childe, the person is here, and he is on the way up the mountain." ”

Feng Yan hooked his lips and flicked his fingers casually.

"Next, let's catch turtles in the urn."

The light of the torch covered him with an orange-red glow, which brightened his dark eyes.

At this moment, the firelight is not warm, but rather a chill to the bone.

The torches in the watchtower were extinguished, as if as a signal, and the surrounding soldiers disappeared into darkness again.

The area around the stockade is so calm that at first glance, it seems to be the same as before.

In the night sky, the silver moon is bright and the stars are shining.

On the ground, everything was silent and lifeless.

Until the sound of messy footsteps came from the direction down the mountain, breaking the silence.

By the rays of moonlight in the mountains and forests, a group of soldiers in bronze helmets and iron armor could be seen coming quickly in the direction of the village, at least four or five hundred people.

Feng Yan stood in the shadow of the sentry tower, looking down from above, his eyes fell on the man in charge, and he muttered almost silently: "This person is swaggering." ”

The short-bearded soldier standing beside Feng Yan also heard it, and his expression was a little subtle.

In his opinion, no matter how swaggering others are, there is no swagger of the son.

The group of people from the bottom of the mountain approached in the direction of the stockade, and the appearance of the man at the head became clearer.

It was a thirty-five or sixteen-year-old man in a green robe, wearing light armor, a hairpin and a bamboo hairpin, with a cold expression on his face and sharp eyes, like a sharp sword out of the sheath, murderous.

"Stepping on ......"

The footsteps of the group gradually approached, and soon they came to a twenty-zhang away, and a rough voice came with the wind: "Total...... My lord, this group of mountain bandits hasn't moved yet, so they can't be asleep! ”

"My lord, this group of bandits might as well be handed over to ......"

"Wait!" The blue-robed man led by him suddenly stopped, his tone was cold, and his eyes looked at Yaojiazhai in front of him like an arrow.

He didn't take such an ordinary cottage in his eyes, this was just another ordinary "bandit".

However, this time it was not quite right.

His instincts told him that something was wrong.

This stockade is too quiet.

As soon as the blue-robed man stopped, the hundreds of soldiers behind him also stopped at once, and the order was forbidden.

There was a dead silence for hundreds of zhang in a radius, except for the sound of the wind blowing through the woods that night.

"Rustling ......"

"......

It seems that someone is hiding in the shadows and whispering.

As soon as the wind blew, the wooden door of the stockade was blown open little by little......

"Squeak......

The sound of the wooden door opening was particularly piercing in the silence of the night.

The eyes of all the soldiers were looking ahead, and everything behind the door was clearly reflected in their field of vision.

The corpses were all over the ground, and the corpses that had been pierced by ten thousand arrows were lying on the ground crookedly, and the blood had already soaked the yellow mud ground.

The night wind brought with it the smell of blood.

This stockade has been served!

"My lord, this ......" The rugged male voice sounded again, unable to hide the shock, "Is this black eating black?" "It's not uncommon for these bandits to fight and kill each other.

I don't know who is one step ahead of them.

It was a tall, bearded middle-aged man who spoke, frowning, "My lord, should we hurry back?" ”

Anyway, today is destined to be in vain.

Since someone is one step ahead of them, I am afraid that this village will also be cleaned.

The blue-robed man didn't move, pursed his lips thoughtfully, raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the sentry tower, his eyes condensed.

"It's not that easy to leave." He said in a light tone, calm and calm.

If you walk too much at night, you will still encounter ghosts after all.

"Smack!"

A crisp burst of applause suddenly sounded in the direction of the sentry tower, accompanied by a casual male voice: "The general soldier of the Jinmen guard is really worthy of his reputation." ”

The man in the green robe, that is, General Wu Bing, chuckled in his heart, the other party actually knew his identity, it was really a bad person who came and a good person who didn't come.

At the same time, a rain of arrows shot from the woods on both sides, smashing down like hail......

"My lord, there is an ambush!"

In the crowd, someone shouted.

The soldiers hurriedly drew their swords to stop the rain of arrows, only to find that all the feathered arrows were fired less than three inches away from them......

Each arrow plunged deep into the dirt, forming a "fence".

This is a demonstration.

The people who were surrounded by these arrows were clearly aware of this.

As if to test their guess, hundreds of black-clad men poured out of the trees, each holding a long knife in their hands, glistening in the moonlight.

The torches in the watchtower were lit again, and the light of the torches illuminated the people in the watchtower.

Feng Yan didn't shy away from showing his face, took a step forward, put one hand on the window of the sentry tower casually, and his cold gaze shot directly at General Wu Bing, and said, "General Wu Bing, how are you doing lately?" ”

General Wu raised his head and looked at Feng Yan in the sentry tower, his pupils shrunk, Rao is he was calm, and he couldn't help but show a touch of shock at this moment.

Sealing inflammation.

How could it be a seal?!

General Wu looked around at the black-clothed people around him and the cold arrows in the woods, and his eyes were turbulent.

Feng Yan came here on the emperor's orders, or did he quietly raise private soldiers...... And no less!