By the time Wu Xing woke up from his meditation, heavy snow had begun to fall in the sky, and then he discovered something quite unusual. The twenty-eighth Chinese New Year's Eve is the day of the reunion Chinese New Year's Eve dinner in the customs of the Starfall Continent, and it is to keep the New Year. In the first half of the night, there was only a sparse sound of firecrackers, and when it came to the New Year's Eve node, the firecrackers and fireworks would hardly stop and would be lively until the second half of the night.

At this time, outside the stele forest, the nearby villages and towns are very quiet.

Wu Xing climbed up to a huge stone monument and looked around, and found that not only the firecrackers and fireworks that were supposed to be jubilant had disappeared, but even the "light and waste" lights and candles in the villages and towns had become dark one by one.

"The lamps and candles of 'illumination waste' were lit all night, and from a distance, they looked like a sea of stars, and they were the most conspicuous but ......" Wu Xing looked around, and finally found that there was a fire that suddenly lit up.

Looking up at the starry sky and discerning the direction, Wu Xing found that the direction of the firelight was the village where Deputy Du Bao was located, about four or five miles away from the stele forest. It is precisely because the village is closest to the Shili Pavilion next to the stele forest that the deputy of the capital was recruited by the county government to go to the post road to set up a card.

"Uncle Zheng said before he set off that there was an enemy on the frontier...... I hope those scout skills taught by Uncle Zheng aren't fooling me. Wu Xing hesitated a little and decided to go and check it out, muttering: "After all, Uncle Zheng's Star Monarch grade was all broken through and promoted when he served as 'Night Doesn't Collect' in the army, so there should be two brushes.......

However, when Wu Xing was just about to slip down the giant stone monument, he suddenly took a closer look in the direction of the firelight, and then sped up and slipped down.

He unloaded the saddle for the pack horse, hid the saddle sheath in a dark corner of the stele forest, pulled the snow and buried it, and then went to the edge of the snow pit that he had dug out before, untied a small bag of sorghum and poured it into the snow pit to make a falling appearance, and then pulled the snow to bury half of the sack.

"This is your dinner for tonight, hurry up and eat. Wu Xing lowered the horse's head and pointed to the scattered sorghum at the mouth of the sack. The horse, who had been hungry for half the night, didn't care about Wu Xing anymore, lowered his head and gnawed on it, and from time to time used the horse's hooves to pick up the snow so as to expose more sorghum underneath.

Wu Xing was not idle, he found a dead branch, cleaned up his footprints before and after, and then lost the dead branch, re-ascended to the top of the giant stone stele, and carefully hid his figure.

The snow fell even harder, and even the original imperfect camouflage was now hidden by the accumulation of snowflakes.

Crunch!

A barbarian with a large shaved head and only a rat-tail pigtail rode a sturdy northland horse into the stele forest. The barbarians rode slowly, with reins tied to the bridge at the back of the saddle, followed by another northland horse, apparently used as a pack horse, and a white felt hat on the stake of the front saddle bridge.

The barbarian horse's left forearm was already wearing an arm shield, and his right hand was already holding an arc-shaped saber in his hand, and a pair of triangular eyes looked around vigilantly.

In this cold winter season when the water is dripping into ice, I would rather go barehead than wear a felt hat, obviously because I don't want my vision and hearing to be affected in any way!

Wu Xing's pack horse was feasting there, turned his head to look at the barbarian, shook his head and snorted, and went on to eat its dinner.

The barbarian rode his horse and patrolled around the open space of the stele forest, but did not find anything abnormal, so he put his knife back into the sheath and threw the stirrup off his horse.

The barbarian quickly calmed down the somewhat restless pack horse, and naturally discovered the imprint of the "White Horse Baggage Battalion" on the horse's rump, and said with a laugh: "You are running fast! As soon as you reached the barracks with your front foot, you have already run here." ”

Wu Xing has not moved at all since he entered the stele forest from the barbarians, and he has not even made the movement of looking down, even if he knows that the barbarians are feeding the horses at his feet now, he only needs to jump down, and a three-star series of air stacking wave punches should be enough to solve this kind of scout. Although the scouts were already brave and shrewd in the army, their heads were obviously no tougher than the megalith.

After about a cup of tea, there was a subtle creaking sound.

Another barbarian stepped on knee-high stilts and walked in from the other direction of the stele forest, the bowstring in his hand had already been tightened, and the arrow was on the string, but it could not be triggered.

The sound of stilts stepping on the snow is much quieter than walking or riding a horse, and if you deliberately walk slowly, you can even be silent.

"Damn, it's your turn next time! These stilts are so tired!" the new barbarian put away his bow and arrows, hung them back on his back, and then found a little taller mound and sat down, so that he could take off his stilts, and said again, "Help me bring the horses in! ”

When a group of scouts is scattered, the scouts are usually divided into two or even three groups, and if they find an enemy, they will split up one person to report back. And when searching in ordinary times, it is naturally divided into one light and one dark, which is also for the same reason.

If Wu Xing couldn't hold back and attacked the barbarians feeding the horses just now, it was very likely that what would be summoned to him was a vicious cold arrow!

This division of labor arrangement of scouts is naturally enough to deal with ordinary soldiers.

Wu Xing gently shook off the snow on his body under the cover of the heavy snow, poked his head out and looked twice, determined the location and state of the two scouts, his eyes were cold, and he was obviously ready to make a move.

The battle of the West Wind Country is to record the beheading, the first level of the first record, there is a special team to register the battle exploits and complete the beheading; but the barbarians are all cavalry, the most particular about coming and going like the wind, is to use a pair of ears for the battle merit, only need to look at how many pairs of ears hang around his waist, you can know how many people he beheaded. Since the two barbarians have gone deep into the stele forest, they have more than a dozen ears hanging on their waists, and they can only kill people from the villages around White Horse Town!

The barbarians who arrived first fed the horses, clapped their hands and stood up, and were about to turn over on their horses, while the later barbarians, who had just taken off their first stilts, cursed the ghost weather in a low voice, and took off their leather boots and rubbed their calves and paws to blood.

This moment was the moment when the two barbarians were most relaxed. If there is a third scout hiding in the shadows, Wu Xing has also decided to take a risk, and every moment of delay, I don't know how many civilians will be slaughtered. Wu Xing, who has already lit up the eight-star chain, has surpassed most of the "five-star" of Wuqu Xingjun in terms of destructive power, and this is where his confidence lies!

Wu Xing fell from the top of the stele with an upside-down onion, and dragged an arm-thick hemp rope in his left hand, and the other end of the hemp rope had been knotted and stuffed into the cracks of the giant stone stele. This may really be thanks to the "White Horse Baggage Camp", which will have more than ten meters of hemp rope on the pack horses for binding and fixing large objects.

Falling from the top of a megalithic monument four or five meters high only needs to cushion the first two or three meters of fall, which is enough to provide an excellent opportunity for a sneak attack.

In the heavy snow, when the barbarian who arrived behind felt the abnormality and raised his head, he only had time to see a young man falling from the sky, his eyes were cold, and his right fist was wrapped in a blazing light, and he had already swung it out from afar!

Burst!

There was a muffled sound. The barbarian's head suddenly shrank in, and with a rattle it twisted backwards at an eerie angle, leaving only horror in its goldfish-like bulging eyes, and only a ho-ho sound from its open mouth.

On the other side, the barbarian, who was checking the tightness of the belly belt of the Northland horse, heard a strange noise, rolled under the horse's belly without looking back, and took out the saber inserted in the scabbard on the belly belt from the other side, and then turned around with a fierce face.

Wu Xing, who originally made a forward roll on the small mound and wanted to shorten the distance between the two as much as possible, was obviously stunned for a moment, and stared at the northland horse separated from the barbarian.

The pack horse not far away, apparently had never been on the battlefield, and was frightened at this time, neighing, and anyway, without the restraint of the saddle sheath, it spread its hooves and ran, and soon disappeared.

Hey!

When the barbarian holding the saber in his hand saw clearly that it was only a teenager in front of him, he showed his yellow teeth and laughed, patted twice on the horse's back, and drove the northland horse to the side, turning it into a face-to-face with Wu Xing.

Glancing at his companion whose head was already crooked any longer, the barbarian said in his half-baked Starfall Continent lingua franca, "Come back with me, I won't kill you." If you don't go back, I'll kill you!"

After speaking, the barbarian also threw a rubber band over, signaled Wu Xing to do it himself, tied his hands, and used the saber to slash and threaten.

Just when Wu Xing pretended to bend down to pick up the rubber band, the barbarian did not hesitate at all, and directly stabbed the saber over!

The previous one-month trial on the ladder has finally shown its results. Even if he bent down and lowered his head, Wu Xing sensed that the saber with a cold light was coming through the air!

Wu Xing stepped forward sideways, and under the loss of his center of gravity, his right hand shone brightly, and he turned around and smashed it through the air with a punch.

Poof!

The saber made a wound on Wu Xing's left arm.

Bang!

With a thunderous sound, the barbarian didn't stab his body, he rushed over his head, and his back completely collapsed under Wu Xing's punch, flying out of a distance of nearly two meters like a broken sack, and then it fell on the snow with a thud, and his limbs twitched a few times before he stopped moving.

Yes!

Only then did Wu Xing feel the sharpness of the saber, and the great pain caused by it was not even lighter than when he lit up the eighth star!

Airplanes!

A sound a little lighter than a bee's flapping of its wings came from behind Wu Xing.

A real feeling of stabbing in the back was in no particular order as the sound.

Chase the Wind Arrow!