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Flocks of crows were parked in the trees beside the gallop, and they were combing their feathers with their beaks while tilting their heads to look at the two groups on the side of the gallop. Based on the experience of these carrivorous animals, it seems that it will not be long before they can enjoy a big meal again, and now it is time to arrange the bird feathers and prepare them for the feast.

"Boom ......"

The sudden thunder startled the crows, who flapped their wings and flew into the air.

Similarly, the two groups of people who were facing each other across the gallop road also heard the sound of thunder coming from the far away capital of the Song Kingdom in the west, and couldn't help but turn their heads to watch.

Everyone saw a dark cloud shrouded in Shangqiu City. But the sun is still shining and the autumn breeze is cool, so this scene looks quite weird.

Because of this spectacle, there was some small commotion among the two groups of people facing each other.

Wu Rong, who had changed into a strong suit, hugged Xian Mo, walked up a few steps and whispered to the big skeleton beside him: "Brother Wuxi, little sister can't see that Chu Nanban still has such a means!"

Wuji shook his head and said, "I'm afraid it was done by the people of the Chu State, maybe ......"

Speaking of this, he also paused, to make such a big move, at least a top-level Mingzun must be in charge. But thinking about it, there is no such figure in the Song Kingdom.

Beside them was a burly young man with a clear eyebrow. The most eye-catching thing about this benevolent brother is a big shiny bald head. The head that has no grass can even be used directly as a mirror, shining in the morning light. This person's name is unfounded, and it is well deserved.

He was smiling and wearing a half-length linen coat, and he carried a large stone axe with a wooden handle, the blade of which was uneven and the handle was shiny, and it looked like it had been used for a long time.

The bald man whistled and said a little flirtatiously, "Big brother, look, it doesn't matter who did it." Teng Ren is in a hurry!"

He was right, the middle-aged man in full uniform led by the other party looked at Shang Qiu and frowned tightly.

"Ahem, cough, ahem......" Wuqi was about to speak, but he started coughing again, so he had to wave his hand at the bald man and signal him to step forward and answer.

The big bald head picked up the stone axe and put it on his shoulder, stepped forward and arched his hand casually: "This ...... Well, General, we grass people don't know what etiquette is, so don't blame if you offend!"

The middle-aged man had deep wrinkles, gray sideburns, and a face full of vicissitudes. The original gorgeous armor on his body also seemed to have gone through many hardships like his master, the original painting had faded, and the damaged parts were also repaired with miscellaneous copper grass, but it looked extremely depressing.

However, a discerning person can see that the man in uniform has a calm bearing and a stern face, and he should ...... At least he used to be a nobleman who had been in the top position for a long time.

He said in a deep voice, "You and I don't know each other. Why did you come when you blocked the way?"

The big bald head smiled, and said in a smooth tone: "General, it looks like winter is about to begin, and the grass people are short of food and clothing, so I want to ask a noble person like you to help me." ”

The middle-aged man smiled coldly, pointed to the team behind him, and said, "Are you waiting here to block the road just to ask for a few bites!?

The number of Teng people is much smaller than that of the three Wuyicong, the former only has more than 100 people, and the latter is more than five times that of Teng. Moreover, most of the Teng people are middle-aged and elderly people who are a little older, and there are more than a dozen teenagers who have not yet been crowned, and almost all of the people from Sanwuyi are young and middle-aged.

However, Tengren's equipment is much better than that of the three unrighteous people. This small team of more than 100 people is all wearing armor, some are even metal armor, they are holding bronze long soldiers with cold light in their hands, longbows hanging on their backs, and long swords and quivers around their waists, their queues are also more rigorous, and this small team even has a sense of slaughter.

In contrast, the three meanings are much shabby from this side. Most of the five or six hundred people wore armor pieces that did not even have cowhide on them, but in fact they were protective objects made of thick pieces of bamboo and wood; the weapons in their hands were even more rudimentary, most of them were all kinds of agricultural tools, and some even simply used a wooden stick that was sharpened and then blackened; hundreds of archers held bamboo bows and arrows, and the lethality was very doubtful.

These men, who looked like farmers more than soldiers, were neatly lined up, but they always lacked a bit of authority.

The key is that there are only three Mingzun from this side, and Wu Rong is the second-order ascending wind master (Xunxia Kunshang, and the earth is born in the wood. The gentleman is Shunde, and the small is tall. It's better than nothing. They also knew in their hearts that there were at least two Ming Zuns at least intermediate or above on the Teng people's side.

Since the division of the three families, this chaotic era of fighting and killing each other among the princes has lasted for more than 170 years, and the princes who are not good at fighting are basically non-existent today.

Interestingly, the continuous innovation of military technology and the continuous improvement of military theories have made the status of the Eight Cave Venerables on the battlefield decline day by day, from the unrivaled masters in the past to the important supporting roles that can only be dispensable today.

And the people in this world have long known one thing, the smaller the scale of the battle, the greater the role that Mingzun can play.

In the battle of less than 100 people, the victory or defeat between Mingzun determines the entire battle situation, and this kind of small battle can be said to be basically with Mingzun as the core; the battle of a thousand people, unless it is a high-level Mingzun who is good at the art of group attack without any scruples, it is no longer a decisive factor; in the national war of more than 10,000 people, even the top Ming Zun cannot completely control the direction of the whole battle, and the two sides are competing for the comprehensive strength of a whole army.

It is a very long time ago to use the heads-up between Mingzun to decide the outcome of the war, so the soldiers have not talked about and studied the Eight Caves Mingzun since Sun Tzu. Because probably since the end of the Wu-Yue struggle for hegemony more than 200 years ago, the vast majority of soldiers have reached a consensus that even with a big official like Wu Zixu, they can't offset the mistakes at the national strategic level.

Now this kind of battle situation of 500 people against 100 people can be said to be clear at a glance, and the fighters on both sides are all in sight, which is suitable for the Eight Cave Mingzun to play the maximum role.

This is one of the reasons why the leaders of the three unrighteous followers did not directly raid and thought that they could achieve their goals by "peaceful means".

The big bald head laughed dryly and said: "The general said that he was laughing, as long as he gave the grass people a thing, I would leave immediately!"

The middle-aged man said quietly: "Oh, I don't know what?"

The bald man licked his lips and said, "Naturally, it is the drum of your country." ”

"Tom!tom!!tom!!"

Before he finished speaking, a three-way drum sounded in his ears.

The sound of drums came from a delicate chariot, and the sound was beating on the hearts of the three unrighteous servants. The performance of the three leaders was quite passable, but all of their subordinates took three steps back in a row, not only the formation was chaotic, but everyone was terrified, and some even threw their weapons on the ground and turned around to run.

A strange light flashed in Wurong's eyes, and he took the string mole in Wurong's hand. He didn't use any jade picks, he just waved his hand and plucked the strings with his fingers.

"Woo ......"

There was a long sound on the three strings, which calmed down the three senseless servants.

"Are you ......" The middle-aged man suddenly turned around and looked straight at the remainder and shouted in a lost voice.

Wuji returned the string mole to Wurong, and said with a wry smile: "After a long time, Uncle Jin's demeanor is still the same. And I am...... cough cough cough ......"

"Uncle Jin" was stunned for a while, and said with an incredible look on his face: "Brother Ziji, is it really you?!"

"Brother Ziji" finally stopped coughing, straightened up, and arched his hands solemnly: "The rest of the people have no bones to meet the general. ”

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and bowed back solemnly: "Teng Shixiu, the minister of the dead country, has seen the leader. ”

"You ......"

"You ......"

The old friends spoke at the same time, but they were silent together, for they didn't know what to say.

What to say?

Is it a reminiscence of the love of classmates or the suffering of displacement over the years?

Is it to ask where the other party has been missing/lost for so many years?

Or do you want to explore why the two met here?