By this time it was getting dark, the sentries should have finished their shift, and a small bonfire in the center of the camp had been extinguished, leaving only a faint blue smoke still floating in the moonlight.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and the day of murder and arson.

Lin Xiaohu wrapped his collar, seeing that the sky should be bright soon, if something really happens, it will be too late if he doesn't do it.

Lin Xiaohu thought so in his heart, but he had greatly relaxed his vigilance, and he slept until now that he was unharmed, indicating that there was no need to worry about it during the day, maybe he was chasing the wind and shadows, and the grass and trees were all soldiers.

Just as he was about to go out with the knife, suddenly, a chill in his heart came up, making Lin Darttou stop in his tracks.

His hand holding the knife trembled a little, and a sense of foreboding that had never been stronger than ever stopped him again, and something was very wrong around him.

Listen carefully to your ears......

Wind...... Tree sounds......

There was no sound anymore, everything was too quiet.

The quieter it was, the more unsettling it was, Lin Xiaohu didn't think about it, and immediately shouted towards the camp, "There are assassins!" ”

The darts of the Changxing Dart Bureau were the first to pour out of the tents and surround the guard, followed by the Maozhou Battalion under the command of Shi Lei.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of people drew their knives and looked around the camp.

Shi Lei rubbed his sleepy eyes and asked, "Where is the assassin?" ”

Lin Xiaohu made a silent gesture and summoned two dart masters to ride their horses to the outpost arranged when they set up camp to count the number of people, mainly to confirm whether they were still alive.

The two dart masters rode away, Lin Xiaohu asked everyone to be restless and rest in place, which made Shi Lei very dissatisfied, feeling that the surname Lin was too trivial, and there were so many dark whistles set up around, there were really strong people cutting the path, and it was impossible for one not to find out.

Soon, the two dart masters brought back the answers everyone wanted.

Two lone horses returned from the official road and the forest on the side, and there was no one on them.

At this time, even Shi Lei couldn't sit still, what it meant for the two manned horses to return empty, even a fool understood.

But then everyone saw that the two horses did not return empty.

Each of the two stirrups had one foot of the dart master tucked into it, and the saddle was tied to the dart master's dead head.

All were horrified and terrified.

Lin Xiaohu pulled out his knife and said to the forest that couldn't be seen clearly: "Dare to ask which hero it is, it's not a good man to hide it, why don't you come out and talk about it?" ”

The forest was quiet, and no one answered for a long time.

Lin Xiaohu was unsettled, this group of people could get rid of the secret whistle they had set up unknowingly, they were obviously not ordinary bandits, but they refused to show up for a long time, maybe because the number of people was not dominant, and they wanted to play some tricks behind their backs.

After thinking about it, Lin Xiaohu continued: "Lin Xiaohu of the Maozhou Changxing Dart Bureau, borrow a way from all the heroes, and offer Tai Sui a hundred taels of filial piety money, and please raise your hand!" ”

After speaking, Lin Xiaohu stretched out his hand to the dart master next to him, and the other party gritted his teeth, untied the money bag and threw it to him.

Then the money bag containing a hundred taels of silver was thrown into the woods like a mud ox into the sea, and there was no movement.

Lin Xiaohu couldn't help but be a little annoyed when he saw that the other party still didn't respond, the filial piety money that passed by the ordinary dart bureau was already counted as generous in ten or twenty taels, and everyone was able to get by on face, and he borrowed the way through amide.

But right now, Lin Xiaohu has already taken it upon himself to take out a hundred taels of reward money for this trip, but the other party is still indifferent.

You strongmen cut the path, but my more than 100 knives are not vegetarians!

At last, there was some sparse movement in the woods, and it became dense.

I saw that on several high slopes, seventy or eighty swordsmen poured out, the swords and spears were bright, and there were forty or fifty knights on the official road ahead, all of whom were strong and strong.

Lin Xiaohu's brows jumped suddenly, he has been traveling south and north for many years, what kind of bandits have not been seen, this group of people is obviously unusual, they are typical hard stubble.

The leader on the official road rode out slowly, and said coldly: "Put down the birth gang, stay for your life!" ”

Before Lin Xiaohu could speak, Shi Lei had already gotten on the horse and drew his knife, and scolded loudly, "Put your mother's fart, your wife is not qualified to enjoy this birthday, which round will get you a bastard!" ”

After speaking, the soldiers of the Maozhou battalion drew their swords and crossbows, and naturally formed a battle formation, and the thirty horsemen led by Shi Lei began to bend down and dive, and the horses' hooves rumbled and shook on the ground.

Lin Xiaohu frowned, turned around and came to a tent of great texture, in front of which the imposing carriage driver was holding his shoulders and closing his eyes, drowsy.

But when Lin Dart was about to step into the camp with one foot, the coachman opened his eyes and raised his hand to stop him.

"This gang of robbers is prepared, I'm afraid there will be a fierce battle tonight, and it will be difficult to preserve the birth gang, but the identity of the adult is noble, and the value is no less than these yellow and white things. I beg you to take refuge with Hu Cong first, and ask the officers and soldiers to rescue us, if we are still alive at that time, I will be grateful for the grace of the adults for saving their lives. If you unfortunately die in battle, please also ask the adults to accommodate me for the Changxing Dart Bureau a few kind words, so that the reputation of the Dart Bureau for decades will not be ruined in my hands. ”

Lin Xiaohu said very sincerely, a vicious battle is inevitable at the moment, this gang of thieves is menacing, anyway, he lost his life and lost his birthday, so it is better to die here happily.

If someone can run out to ventilate and report the news, then he will die a well-deserved death, and maybe he can also make a good name for the Changxing Dart Bureau.

The only one who is qualified to survive is the mysterious nobleman in the carriage who has never been seen.

Although Lin Dart speculated that the nobleman was a girl, he didn't dare to say that the other party escorted the Birthday Gang from the south to Maozhou, and hired the Changxing Dart Bureau from Maozhou to accompany him, obviously with the gold owner behind the Birthday Gang, maybe it was this girl who wanted to send 100,000 taels of gold and silver jewelry to the queen of heaven as a birthday gift.

The people in the tent didn't speak, just mumbled ambiguously, and then there was no movement.

The coachman who was guarding outside the tent said: "My master will remember the merits of your Changxing Dart Bureau, and when you return to Maozhou in the future, you will definitely be rewarded heavily." ”

Then the coachman went and brought the two horses, untied one of the spears he had with him, and then lifted the curtain and invited the master within, who had been tightly covered with his hood, into his horse.

The coachman took the lead, led his master's horse and rushed up to the official road, fled in the other direction, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Lin Xiaohu turned around and saw that on the official road behind him, Shi Lei, who boasted of being experienced in the battlefield, led more than a dozen cavalry soldiers to be cut down to the ground by the gang of thieves, and then was trampled into mud by countless horses' hooves, and died so much that he couldn't die anymore.

From the beginning to the end, this gang of bandits did not make a big noise, and remained silent, only the horse's hooves roared, as if stepping on everyone's heart.

Lin Xiaohu took a deep breath and waved at the dart master of the Changxing Dart Bureau and the remaining soldiers, "Today, even if you die, you can't let people underestimate our Changxing Dart Bureau and Maozhou Battalion, it's a big deal to fight with them, and I'm waiting for you to drink on Huangquan Road!" ”

The dart masters and military soldiers drew their swords out of their sheaths one after another, and the panic at the moment of life and death was instantly diluted a lot, and they laughed loudly, "That old man has to pour you an old thing, this way from Maozhou, you are not less angry, you have to punish yourself for ten bowls to admit your mistakes!" ”

Lin Xiaohu pulled out a strip of cloth and wrapped it around his palm, took an arrow and pulled a bow, clamped his legs between the belly of the horse, and swooped out as a thousand, "It depends on whether you can catch up with Lao Tzu——"

In an instant, the crossbow arrows broke through the air, Lin Xiaohu grabbed three arrows from the arrow basket in an instant, and fired three arrows in a volley, regardless of whether he was hit or not, he threw away the horn bow and directly drew his knife and slashed it.

The bandits and the dart team launched the most fierce battle in an instant, and countless figures chased after me on the official road and in the mountains and fields, killing frantically.

The battle of hundreds of people screamed in this empty field, and the original commander, Lin Xiaohu, the leader of the Changxing Dart Bureau, only an empty jujube red horse was left to snort on the spot, and the mutilated corpse hung on the branches of the mountain road in the distance.

On the official road to Xingyuan Mansion, the coachman frantically waved his leather whip, trying to drive the horse faster, and the woman with the hat beside him was also fast, and the two fled like lost dogs.

The famous horse under the crotch also seemed to have a premonition of danger, and the horse's hooves kicked up the dirt, as fast as thunder, and worked harder under the merciless whipping of the master.

But no matter how powerful the horse was, he could not withstand such a frenzied whipping, and soon the horse showed its strength and strength, and gradually slowed down, and its nostrils were full of heavy breathing.

So the coachman whipped harder, but the horse only let out a hoarse roar of pain, and then raised his front legs, and leaped high, as if he were about to shake off the man on horseback.

The coachman was quick to take off his spear in one hand and dismounted, and the pony fell to the ground with a terrible death after a last long howl.

There were only two people and a horse left in the same place, and the woman under the hood was dizzy from the bumps along the way, and the mount under her crotch was also dying, and she was almost a whip away from the last horse to return to the west.

The coachman raised his spear horizontally, lovingly stroked it from the barrel to the head, and then tore the linen cloth that wrapped the head of the gun, revealing the cold glistening edge inside.

The red tassels fluttered, and the coachman swept his spear, and turned around without the slightest word, but the slight trembling of the ground and the gravel signaled that the enemy was chasing in the distance.

After a few breaths, three black horsemen roared from the road, and the three of them drew their swords without saying a word, and then rushed together to the gun-wielding coachman.

The coachman dusted off his spear, and the body of the gun shook slightly, and then he stepped forward, leaped into the air, and handed a shot forward.

The extremely tricky angle of the spear turned around the blade blocked by a black horseman, screwed in, directly stirred into the opponent's heart, twisted several times, and stabbed the opponent off the horse.

The other two horsemen stopped the momentum of their horses, reined in the reins of their horses, and put away their contempt for the middle-aged coachman, who was not good-looking.

The hooded tomboy looked at the quick and short fight in front of him, thinking that this should be the gun fighting technique that the master had told him before, the real gun is used to kill, not to fiddle with those bells and whistles.

When a master kills someone, he often only needs one move, and if he doesn't make a move, he will go straight to the point and kill the opponent immediately.