On September 11, the Saihan tribe was more than ten miles away.

Meng Yong was holding a picture in his hand, wearing a thin gown, and a layer of fine snow fell on his hair and shoulders, which had not melted for a long time.

Saihan village is located in a remote snow vein, three access roads, backed by high mountains, typical easy to defend and difficult to attack, especially now, between the snow shadows of the heavy mountains, I don't know how many people are in ambush.

"Mr. Meng, you give me a happy word." Xuan Qing said unhappily, "Let's partner with the two parties, do you want to do it?" ”

"The manpower is fine and credible, not much, Meng can't trust Your Excellency."

Xuanqing endured it, "We used to deal with each other to take what we needed, don't we have no deep hatred?" This time it's all about saving people, and as I said just now, I can listen to your command. ”

"If you suspect something strange about this, actually—"

"Excuse me." Meng Yong's palm pressed down, and he couldn't say anything, "Your Excellency saves your mind to plan your own!" ”

No matter who this "Zhang San" is, what is the relationship between him and Zhao Chen, what Zhao Chen is hiding, and how many doubts there are in the trip to Mobei that are worth scrutinizing...

He wanted to hear Zhao Chen say it himself, and listen to Zhao Chen say it to him personally-

"You haven't sent someone to investigate, you don't know how many people are hidden in people's nests? This is obviously prepared, we are all weak together, and we are planning a fart separately! "Xuanqing Qi Dao.

If it weren't for the fact that the situation was stronger than others, he wouldn't have come to the door to be angry, and he would have even taken the lead a long time ago.

He couldn't bear it, "The surname is Meng, it's okay for you to suspect that you are a dark ghost, but don't ignore the overall situation." ”

"The Tao is different, not the same." Meng Yong said lightly, "Your Excellency's origin is unknown, mysterious and dangerous, taking into account the overall situation... Isn't Meng more likely to stay away? ”

Xuanqing had a toothache, "Yes, Lao Tzu's name is Ye Nongting, and he doesn't know how many generations of his family members are in charge, and the people who can be transferred under his hands are waiting in the distance." ”

"It's impossible to retreat, if you really want to go your own way, it's a big deal to drag each other back, if you don't mind, I'll do it alone!"

Meng Yong glanced at him twice, and immediately stretched out his hand to him, as if begging for something.

The pen is non-gold and non-wood, and the texture is warm.

Xuanqing gritted his teeth and handed it to him, and said, "I have to pay it back when I'm done, otherwise, otherwise Lao Tzu will let it go, and I will stare at your house for the rest of my life!" ”

Knowing the confusion of the heavens and exploring the world; The words are like gold, the pen breaks the sky, this pen is a token passed down from generation to generation.

Meng Yong put away his fingers to his lips, and the strange tone of the whistle sounded far away, and people suddenly rode out from everywhere, and marched in an orderly manner with the whistle.

"Your people follow me, let's go!" Meng Yong turned over on his horse and whipped down.

The direction is the same, Saihan village.

Many horses' hooves rushed at the same time, and the snow waves roared in a line, and they were about to approach, and they were met with an overwhelming array of arrows.

Meng Yong did not pause, and led people straight into the rain of arrows and went straight to the South Mountain Pass.

The sound of the wind in his ears tore through the air, and the wild goose knife came out of its sheath, and the blood it brought up splashed on the snow, which was shocking and red, dyeing the first color of this wind and snow.

The situation is obviously worse than what was probed.

The two sides merged, and the manpower was less than half of the other party, and the three mountain passes outside the village were guarded by a large number of men and horses, although the clothes and ornaments were clearly not like those of the same race, but they were not ambiguous in the battle.

In the cold mountains, the archers quickly retreated, and the soldiers poured in seamlessly, all in unison to kill the trespassing enemy.

On the east and west sides, Meng Yong's men each followed their plans, and at the same time abandoned their horses and gathered and broke in, like two sharp swords, stabbing fiercely into the sea of people who were twice their own.

As the main road, the South Mountain Pass is the heaviest place to defend.

Meng Yong broke into the mountain pass and did not abandon his horse, to avoid being scattered, he first waved his knife again and again, took on the responsibility of "the tip of the sword", and cleared a red path for the people behind.

It wasn't long before his robe was soaked with blood, and the horse fell somewhere, but the man behind him was still following him.

The number of people is small, but the victory is fine.

Whether it is his people or Xuanqing's people, they are all trained in the rivers and lakes, although they are not as iron-blooded as the battlefield, but they are treacherous and changeable, and their personal combat power is superior.

As time passed, the battle line kept advancing, and the outline of the outer village could already be faintly seen.

It is also the place where the three parties are planned to meet.

At this time, the pressure in front of him increased suddenly, and Meng Yong was frantically blocked by the opponent several times, and the speed of his advance slowed down, and his own casualties increased several times in an instant.

This is the disadvantage of the breakthrough of elite troops, and they cannot be dragged down, otherwise they will be surrounded by the front and rear and fall into the enemy's formation.

Meng Yong's eyes quickly swept around him, and after killing the soldiers who were in the way, he snatched the opponent's weapon, threw it out vigorously, and nailed the hidden person who gave the order to the mountain wall.

The enemy formation briefly fell into disorder, and Meng Yong took the opportunity to resume his breakthrough and continued to break straight towards the outer village.

However, the other party didn't seem to care about the damage, and seeing that the previous method was effective, he was determined to block the road with the lives of the soldiers, so as to completely bury them in the sea of people.

After Meng Yong killed the sixth person who gave the order, the enemy formation was unmoved, and even became more and more fearless of death.

"It can't be so wasted!" Xuanqing said loudly.

Meng Yong took a quick look at the back.

At this time, they have already killed and injured less than half, and they can't get out of the mountain road, and they are likely to be blocked here, unable to advance or retreat.

He didn't hesitate, and at the same time as cutting off his opponent, a strange whistle suddenly came out, overpowering the noise in all directions, and his own people behind him suddenly shrank and gathered.

The periphery resisted the enemy, and the rest of the people took off the cloth bags on their backs one after another, and lit a fire in the stunned gaze of Xuanqing and the others-

The rockets are swarming, and they are all famous as the sharp weapons of a hundred tigers running arrows.

A single capacity of thirty-two, quenched with oil, was ignited by phosphorus powder in the extremely fast ejection, and the sound of uninterrupted entry into the flesh suddenly opened a large area of the enemy sea surrounding them.

The fire and snow could not be extinguished, spreading from the corpses with great speed, burning with a deafening howl, and the smell of burnt flesh was disgusting.

Everyone shot their arrows almost at the same time, and without Meng Yong's command, they quickly raised their knives to restore their previous formation, and continued to kill forward with Meng Yong in the lead.

Dongshankou Shen San, Peng Liu; Xishankou Chu Yuan, Xu An, three black "sharp swords" crossed, and finally converged.

In front of the outer village, Meng Yong roughly swept over, and found that the other two parties were killed and injured lightly, and there was even a swarm of bees, which were still wrapped in coarse cloth behind their backs.

Meng Yong's feet did not stop, and he rushed to the outer gate while gathering people, and a group of people soon appeared in his sight.

This is a group of Jianghu people.

As soon as they exchanged hands with each other, they all noticed it, and at the same time, they also understood that the door of this outer village was afraid that it would be difficult to enter.

The chasing soldiers behind him gradually approached, the opponent in front firmly blocked the road, the situation took a sharp turn again, and even loomed in the realm of death, Xuanqing couldn't help but secretly retreat...

Meng Yong knew that this was the other party's fangs.

He looked back at the man in the crowd who was staring at him.

Liuyun Dao Tang Sui, fourteen years ago, the master second only to Wang Qiyu in the rivers and lakes of Great Chu, the prime minister's subordinates-

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