readx;? Chapter 4: Gluttony (8)

"Don't rush, wait!"

Dingzhou, in front of Lijiazhai, Ning Ziming waved his hand lightly and commanded in a low voice. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

There was no one around to respond, and it was not the first time that they had faced a fierce battle, with a title in their mouths, and a standard military standard horn bow in their hands that had just been issued a few days ago, nodding one after another like waves.

The night is very thick, and the mountain wind is a little steep. However, they could feel the blood in their bodies, which was very hot, and their breath was hot and hot as if it were on fire.

In the valley at your feet, a sentry is slowly passing through. The number is definitely above seven or eight hundred, maybe as high as a thousand! The nail leaves on the body collide with each other, and they keep making noisy "clanging bells". The spear and horizontal knife in his hand reflected the starlight in the sky, and the strings were piercing cold.

That's the enemy they're going to ambush tonight. Since leaving Dingxian County, this group of enemy troops has raised the banner of Taihang Mountain Hulu Village, and has also sacked several villages along the way, imitating the common behavior of bandits vividly. However, the sound of this group of people talking in a south-to-north tone at the moment exposed the fact that they could not be from Taihang Mountain.

The owners and big leaders of Taihang Mountain may come from all over the world. However, most of the minions in the cottage came from Hebei and Hedong. The people of Hebei speak in a rough voice, and the people of Hedong speak with a sharp voice, and the people who have lived near Taihang Mountain for a long time can recognize the difference between them with a little listening. At this moment, the voices of most of the marchers in the valley were incompatible with these two characteristics.

"Guo Xin, Guo Xin's side, can you stab your pocket to death? Yes, do you want me to go over and stare at him with him? Da Chun, what about Brother Da Chun, can you stand it?" Pan Mei bent her waist, ran around the rocks on the back of the hill to the top of the mountain, and whispered to Ning Ziming for instructions.

Most of tonight's battle strategy came from his hands. However, at this moment, he was more nervous than anyone present. On his white and delicate face, there was no trace of the calmness he had imagined in his own plain life

This is the first time he has shown what he has learned, in case something goes wrong, I am sorry for the trust of the mastermind Ning Ziming, not to mention, in front of his cousin Tao Sanchun, he can't explain it. Moreover, before the layout, all the information of the enemy army, even the name and resume of the small leader of the gang leader, had already been placed on his desk.

Knowing himself and knowing his opponent to such an extent, if Pan Mei still lets his opponent fight to the death, then he should not come out again and be embarrassed in the future. Honestly squatting at home to read books, looking for an opportunity to go to the county government to find a scribe errand is serious!

"Take it easy, Brother Da Chun is far better than you think. As for Guo Xin, if he can't do this little thing, he won't be sent to us by the Guo family!" Seeing Pan Mei's gains and losses, Ning Ziming raised his hand and pressed it on this person's shoulder, smiling and enlightening.

Pan Mei's body stiffened, and a cloud of scarlet smoke instantly rose from her face. "It's not that I don't believe them!" straightened his waist and quietly moved his steps upward, he tried his best to occupy a relatively high position, so as not to always tilt his head and talk to Ning Ziming like a child, "I, I think that if you let go of an enemy in this battle." It's just, it's just a waste of my efforts and yours!"

"They can't run, they can't fly with wings!" Ning Ziming smiled, and quietly moved his steps down the hillside, so that he didn't seem to be too taller than Pan Mei.

As an adult, there is no need to compete with children about who is higher and who is lower. Although her real age is only a little older than Pan Mei, subconsciously, Ning Ziming classifies herself as an adult, and still treats Pan Mei as a teenager.

A young man can be immature, he can be frivolous, he can act according to his own nature, and he can ignore impulsiveness, while adults must know how to weigh the weights. But you have to know what it means to take care of other people around you, know how to restrain your emotions, and know that there are long and short inches.

Know what you're doing now, what you're going to do in the future, and not just go with the flow.

It took him nearly a whole year to grow up, to understand several keys in life, the pressure and pain he endured, and now he dreams back every midnight, his scalp is wooden, and his body is covered in cold sweat.

He didn't think that Pan Mei would grow faster than himself and go through more tribulations than himself. It wasn't necessary, and there wasn't the slightest bit of joy at all!

"You, you're very confident!" Pan Mei obviously didn't notice Ning Ziming's foot movements, and she wouldn't accept the other party's affection. Seeing that Ning Ziming said it easily, he couldn't help but pouted and struck in a low voice. "I'd advise you to be careful, although you've won a few battles before, but your opponents are a rabble. And this time, it's a group of real elites!"

"There's no need!" Ning Ziming only used three words to echo, and then, ignoring Pan Mei, who was full of unconvinced face, lowered his head, and set his eyes on the valley again.

In the valley, the enemy continued to push forward, talking as they went, unaware that they were already approaching a death trap.

All of them have been going so well lately that they have lost their instinctive sense of danger. And if he changed his position with them, Ning Ziming believed that even if he couldn't see that the rocks and dead trees in the valley were deliberately placed by others, he would instinctively realize that the danger was quietly approaching.

That's an intuition that only people who have been rolling on the edge of life and death for a long time will develop. After a long time, you will lose a little bit. In the past year or so, Ning Ziming doesn't know how many traps he has stepped on and how many killer moves he has avoided. Many times, it is like a knower who has just broken out of the ground, flapping its immature wings, avoiding the gaze of birds, the chase of urchins, the ambush of praying mantises, and the dense and endless cobwebs in the woods. Until the last day, I can make my own voice under the scorching sun in a dignified manner.

He grew up quickly in the midst of intrigue and betrayal, and knew well the fear of his prey at the moment after falling into the trap, and also knew how desperate the human heart would be the moment he found himself betrayed.

That kind of fear and despair are intertwined, and the effect of each other can be multiplied exponentially, even if you are as strong as Hu Yancong, you will lose the courage to survive in an instant.

All he had to do now was wait.

Waiting for the best time to make a move, the fear and despair in the opponent's heart reached its peak at the moment when it first appeared.

He'd experienced it firsthand, so he understood its power.

Luckily, tonight, the prey was finally replaced by someone else. And he, just hunt!

"Hurry, it's coming. They're almost at that white stone!" After what seemed to be a long time, but in fact it was a very short silence, Pan Mei chased after Ning Ziming again, and reminded in a trembling voice.

Ning Ziming smiled and didn't say anything.

The enemy's vanguard is about to reach the preset attack launch point. It was a pure white stone taken from other valleys. In order to make it easier for the villagers to identify, Ning Ziming specially ordered people to drag this thing with ploughing cattle for several days before that, and to receive sun exposure outside the valley.

Although the winter sun has no temperature at all, the effect on the stone is still obvious. At this moment, the narrow valley was dark with other stones, trees, and thorns. This stone, which has been repeatedly sun-dried, is hazy and exudes a jade-like luster.

Marching in the middle of the night, suddenly in the inky darkness, a faintly glowing treasure appeared. No one will choose to turn a blind eye.

"Ah——!" "What's it?" "It's so big!" "Baby, baby......!

There was a noisy exclamation from the valley, and the entire marching party collapsed at once. The forward soldiers, armed with knives and guns, quickly surrounded the boulder and made it impassable.

In the team that followed up, several torches were quickly lit. Several guys dressed as leaders shouted and stepped forward to straighten out the order of the forward soldiers, in case someone was too greedy and had the idea of breaking the "treasure" into pieces.

"He, they, they went around! they, they raised their torches!" Pan Mei clenched her hands into fists, her face turned purple, and she stated the facts in a hoarse voice that everyone could see.

"Order, order, how long will it take!" he cried out deep inside. If it weren't for the fact that he was still afraid of military discipline, he wouldn't even be able to snatch the Ling Qi from the arms of Ning Ziming's own soldiers and shake it up and down with his own hands.

This idea was cleanly extinguished before it could be put into practice.

Ning Ziming suddenly smiled, stretched out one arm, and took him under his armpit.

This time, Pan Mei didn't deliberately pretend to be an adult, nor did she resist too much. It only struggled a little, and then it died down.

He knew that the other party was for his own good, otherwise, if he delayed a few more breaths, even if he could control the idea of overstepping his bounds, his heart would no longer be able to bear the tension of this last moment.

And now, the heart, which was almost beating out of his throat, was struggling to fall back into his stomach. So that he can finally calm down a little, and can watch the last journey of his prey jumping into the trap on its own.

Ning Ziming's arms are very strong, and his armpits are very warm, like the branches of a big tree stretching, which can shield people from a peaceful sky.

"No wonder Sister Xiaochun fell in love with him at a glance!" Suddenly, Pan Mei's nose was a little sour, and her heart fell back into her chest, which was also heavy and painful.

However, in the next moment, all the sourness and pain quickly slipped out of his body!

His eyes widened again, his hands clenched, motionless.

He saw a strong man wrapped in iron armor, surrounded by several guards, come to the white boulder. By the light of the lanterns and torches, I began to read the words on them.

"Li Quan, the twenty-two souls of Hanjiazhuang, I am waiting for you here for a long time!" After a word, Pan Mei read out the words on the stone for the strong man in a very small, very small voice.

"Ah——!" As soon as the words fell, in the valley, a wild scream suddenly sounded. Guo Quan, the main general who led the army to sneak attack Lijiazhai, pulled out the horizontal knife on his waist like a madman, and slashed around.

The surrounding minions were defenseless, and in the blink of an eye, four or five were cut down. The rest of them "boomed" and fled in all directions.

"Attack!" Ning Ziming's voice finally sounded, without the slightest emotion.

Raise the flag quickly and swing it down!

"Attack!", "Attack!", "Attack!", "Attack!", ......

The hundred generals, the commanders, and the commanders of the gang repeated quickly according to the usual training standards, and the order of the general attack was transmitted to the ears of every "hunter" in the blink of an eye.

The Zhuang Ding, who were lying in ambush at the commanding heights on both sides of the valley, stood up silently, raised their horned bows, and aimed at the sneak attackers at the bottom of the valley, and the arrows rained down.

In the valley, the sneak attackers, who were full of ambition a moment ago, have now become ants on a hot pot. A group in the east and a cluster in the west, holding horizontal knives, spears, shields, and spears, running back and forth in the rain of arrows, not knowing what to do at all, only then can there be hope of escaping.

No one took the initiative to stand up and organize their retreat.

No one took the initiative to stand up and lead them forward to break through.

Several core characters, all crushed by fear and despair, for a short time, they couldn't think of anything else.

Among them, the most desperate is undoubtedly the main general Guo Quan.

I saw him, as if he had been bent down by an evil spirit, wielding a horizontal knife to see who cut whom. He received four or five arrows in succession, but he didn't feel any pain, and he didn't have the slightest interest in stopping and cutting off the shaft of the arrow. just kept waving knives, swinging knives, swinging knives, as if everyone in the world had a common enmity with him!

Several unlucky soldiers were chased by Guo Quan from behind and cut down one by one.

Several generals were forced to be helpless and turned around to fight, but their skills were not as good as others, and they were killed by Guo Quan one by one.

A rain of arrows fell, turning Guo Quan into a hedgehog.

The arrow rain stopped for a while, Guo Quan stood up with the "overman" arrow shaft lotus leaf armor, and continued to chase people all over the valley and chop indiscriminately. Blood flowed down the nail leaves, dripping everywhere.

"This guy, that's it!" Pan Mei pushed Ning Ziming's arm away and walked slowly down the hill.

Now, he no longer has the slightest nervousness, the slightest excitement, and the slightest pride. On the contrary, it is a little boring, and some are surprisingly calm.

All endings have already been written.

Not tonight, but before the little half moon.

Pan Mei finally understood that with or without his later advice in this battle, the result was the same.

"Guo Quan, formerly known as Li Quan, was originally the county lieutenant of Gunzhou. Coveted the beauty of the Han family's daughter and begged to marry, he became angry and ashamed, and sneaked into the Han Mansion at night with his minions, killed the Han family, and plundered the Han family's daughter. The daughter of the Han family threw herself into the river in anger, and the gentry of Gunzhou hurt her and made a noise to enter the county to complain. Li Quan knew that the public was angry, so he abandoned his official position and absconded, and he didn't know where he was......"

A few days ago, Guo Quan had just come out of Bianliang, and his name and resume had already been sent to Lijiazhai.

"Light the beacon smoke and notify the other side of the mountain, you can close the net!" Ning Ziming's voice came from the top of the hillside again, still not waiting for any emotional fluctuations.

"Teng!" On the beacon tower made of temporary stones, a ball of flame rose into the air.

"Teng!", "Teng!", "Teng!", "Teng!", "Teng!", ......

On the top of several surrounding mountains, clusters of flames jumped up one after another, echoing the flames around Ning Ziming.

"Woo woo, woo woo, woo woo, woo woo, woo

In the night wind, it is like a tiger roaring and a dragon roaring.

"Kill!" Huyanzan pointed his spear forward, his legs quickly tightening the horse's belly.

"Kill!" The cavalry who were waiting for them rushed down the hillside and rushed into the Zhao family army in Pheasant Ridge, pouring snow like boiling soup.

"Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill!" Thousands of miles away in Bianliang, Guo Yunming, the deputy envoy of the Third Division, splashed ink on the paper with a bit of alcohol, and every word of killing was written with a hideous face.

"Killing? In this world, in addition to killing, it is to be killed, when will it be the end?" Bianliang City, the old lady Feng Dao raised his head and drank heavily. Blood-like liquor trickled down his white beard.

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