The valley here has large openings on both sides, but it is narrow in the middle, and there are few grasses and greenery on the ground except for sand and rocks.

Maybe it was because there were so many places to hide, and the places that couldn't be reached by the line of sight made Murong Lin inevitably feel uneasy.

"Pass the order, the whole army is on alert, and slowly enter the valley." Murong Lin raised his right hand, let the speed of the army's walking slow, and straddled the fast horse, turning around an opening in the valley.

The crisp sound of horses' hooves continued to echo in the valley, and Murong Lin thought that even if he was on the other side of the valley, he could hear the sound.

It just lingered in the valley for a while as if it was a provocation, and it was still calm inside. Could it be that you really think too much?

An Jing sat on the horse, looking at Murong Lin's actions a little inexplicably, and couldn't help but ask.

"Lord Shizi, what's wrong with you? We've gone back and forth many times on this road, but are you still worried about landslides? "The valley is located between two mountains, and when you look up, you can see two cliffs that continue to stretch forward.

The middle of the valley is hollow, and the two cliffs are almost connected. If it's the first time you see such a scene, you will really worry about the cliff breaking.

But An Jing's question seemed to be deliberately ridiculous, and Murong Lin rode back boredly.

"I just want to be more cautious, after all, treacherous people can't be guarded against."

"My subordinates have also heard the prince mention a lot of things about the princess in the letters, and the current form and style of the princess are getting closer and closer to the princess." From the beginning of the mutual disgust, to Murong Lin's deep-rooted love on the one hand, An Jing was really a little curious, how capable Feng Xiaoyue was.

"As long as you do the right thing, it doesn't matter, who is like whom." Murong Lin didn't mind at all, turned around and stepped into the valley first.

The road in the valley is wide, but the further you go, the more oppressive you feel. The team led by Murong Lin took the lead and was about to walk to the middle of the valley, while the last group of the army was still outside.

Murong Lin looked at the light shining through the narrow gap, and the uneasiness became heavier and heavier. Suddenly, a crisp sound sounded, and Murong Lin's mind felt like a string had been broken.

"Come on, protect the son!" An Jing reacted first, drawing out his long sword and blocking it in front of Murong Lin.

For his previous worries, it can be regarded as recognition at this time. The soldiers in the army were a little flustered, but they still tried to stay on top.

Murong Lin pulled the reins tightly and placed his right hand on the hilt of the sword on his left waist. Sure enough, it lived up to Murong Lin's suspicions, and the valley here was indeed hiding an ambush.

And this group of people ambushed in a different way, not hiding in a corner of the valley, but jumping down the cliff along the rope and falling from the sky.

Since the cliff extends outward, the person who jumps from the edge of the cliff will not be hindered by the cliff wall, and will fall to the ground very smoothly, and then draw his weapon and fight with the people in the barracks.

The soldiers that Murong Lin had trained for so long were not vegetarians, and although there was a moment of hecticism, they quickly regained their original strength.

Murong Lin did not dismount to help, but sat on the horse and observed the surroundings. The so-called capture the thief first captures the king, his purpose is not to be in this group of soldiers who dare to die.

Look at the dress of this group, they are dressed in fur robes, and the weapons they use are also scimitars like crescents.

Murong Lin looked at their faces, his eyes were deep and angular, he was not from the Central Plains, but more like someone from back to Xinjiang.

The sound of fighting in his ears lasted for an unknown amount of time, and Murong Lin's eyes kept paying attention to the place where this group of strange soldiers came over.

It can be regarded as the sky living up to its wishes, and it is estimated that the people above thought that the dust of the war below was settled, and they actually slipped off the rope on the cliff alone.

Murong Lin smiled coldly, pulled out the long sword, and flew towards the comer's rope. Murong Lin's strength was not small, and this sword cut its rope like a sharp arrow off the string.

Dressed differently, the leader of this group of rioters, he fell from the air because the rope broke, and his head slammed into the rugged rock, and his brain burst to death.

Without the command of the leader, the rioters lost their backbone at once, and the soldiers were invincible under the leadership of Murong Lin, so that the rioters could not be defeated.

The small battle was over, and Murong Lin asked the team leading in front to clean up the battlefield, and he led An Jing in the direction of the leader.

"The martial arts of the prince are really much better than before, and it seems that his subordinates have to work harder." An Jing has stayed at the border pass with such strict conditions for so long, which is much more tempered than Murong Lin has received, and it is just self-humility and politeness to say so.

Murong Lin clearly knew his weight, so he didn't pay attention to An Jing's words. The sword that had just cut the rope fell next to the rock where the head was lying, and the mixture of red and white liquid soaked the ordinary rock in a terrible way.

An Jing had been fighting on the battlefield all year round, and he was no stranger to such a scene, so he bypassed the stone and picked up the sword for Murong Lin.

This sword was given by Murong Yu, An Jing had the pleasure of seeing it, and Murong Lin himself used it very easily.

For these two reasons, An Jing would not allow the sword to be left out so easily. The material of this sword is also hard, and half of the blade falls into the stone, splitting the stone in half, but the blade is not damaged in the slightest.

An Jing struggled to pull out the sword and return it to Murong Lin, and Murong Lin's attention was all on the neck of the dead man.

An Jing followed his line of sight and reached out to pull out a silver chain around the man's neck.

The chain was placed in the palm of his hand, and in the center was a very beautiful shell.

"Is this a special hobby of this person, or is there something else to this shell?" An Jing couldn't understand it, remembering that Murong Lin had been paying attention to this thing just now, maybe he could know something.

"This is a symbol of friendship with foreign merchants, and this shell can be used as evidence to talk about business with any foreign merchant." Murong Lin had always felt that this shell was very familiar, and it was only at this time that he finally remembered that it was exactly the same as the one that Luo Qi handed over to Feng Xiaoyue that day.

"Didn't this person come back to Xinjiang, how could he have anything to do with foreign merchants?" An Jing muttered, but he was the first to react.

"If the prince said so, then this person solved the living problems of the people at the border through collusion with foreign merchants, which attracted so many people to assist in the riot."

"It's possible, but I think it's just one of them." Murong Lin took the shell in An Jing's palm in his arms,

"In addition, if it is not only one country that is eyeing Xinjiang, or if it is Huijiang and covering up the truth in the cloak of people from other countries. Either way, it's something we can't guard against. ”

"If there is conclusive evidence, we are not afraid to turn our faces on others, but now that it is so vague, if we take the lead in attacking, it will only make people think that we are unreasonable." What An Jing said was exactly what Murong Lin was particularly worried about.

"An Jing, I think you should hurry up and repair the book to Zhang Fengyu, and let him secretly investigate the related things of foreign merchants and foreigners in the domain, as long as we catch a little sign, we can also be obedient to touch the melon, or use the topic to play." Murong Lin thought about it, it was better to learn their way, attack from the shadows, and take the lead in grasping the dominance.

The psychology of the battlefield behind is almost the same, An Jing glanced at it so as not to be heard by others, and then bowed his head in response.

"Yes, Lord Shizi." Murong Lin put away the necklace and his own sword, and helped the people below clean up the battlefield together.

Although the battle still ended in their own victory, because the ambush came too suddenly, everyone was unprepared, and many people were injured.

The way this group of strange soldiers who returned to Xinjiang hurt people was not according to common sense, and the scimitars in their hands slashed at the legs of the soldiers.

The curved blade of the crescent moon, although not in much contact, also made the wounds on the soldiers' legs deeper than the previous blade wounds.

Murong Lin helped clean up for a moment, and the group of soldiers never cried out in pain when they were injured, but they exclaimed in surprise when they were dealing with their wounds later.

In order for the wound to heal as quickly as possible, the medic must wash the wound with strong wine. The irritating liquor was in direct contact with flesh and blood, and even those who watched could feel what kind of pain they had.

Murong Lin couldn't listen to it a little, and when the soldiers who were still able to move put the harvested swords in one place, Murong Lin stood on the high rock and called An Jing over.

"Looking at their appearance, I don't know how many people have been injured, you can take someone down to count it, we have damaged a few percent of our troops."

"If you go back to the world, your subordinates have already prepared, and the people below have already been roughly sorted out, but the number of injured people who died unfortunately at the beginning accounts for a huge part of all the soldiers." An Jing said as he pulled out the piece of paper hidden in his sleeve, on which were written the exact number and the expected time they would return to the city.

"There are about forty percent of the wounds, although the size of the wounds are different, but because the injuries are all on the legs, it has a big impact on the time we return to the city."

"I'm not in a hurry for time, just walk slowly, and there will always be a day to go back." Murong Lin looked at the shocking numbers on the paper and couldn't help but complain to himself.

It was because of his carelessness and inconsiderate thinking that so many brothers were killed. An Jing listened to him say this, and quietly looked at his expression.

After getting along for so long, as long as Murong Lin frowned, An Jing could know what he was thinking.

"You don't have to blame yourself, it's not your fault alone. Our skills are not as good as others, and we can't complain about others. As the prince said that it is impossible to prevent it, how can we predict the actions of the enemy? "Pastoral princess, lady, please go back to the house Latest Chapter 211: Valley Ambush Website: