A little cold glint flashed in the eyes of the thin old man, and he didn't speak, his eyes fell on Yang Tingfeng, "I am with the deceased...... Therefore, the battlefield is my courtyard. ”

“...... Hurry up, go and pay tribute to the dead...... In this way, I will be able to give you more murderous fangs...... ......The old man smirked for a while, and then entered the black tent again.

There was silence all around, only in the far distance, and the occasional crow chirping, which was extremely terrifying.

Yang Tingfeng glanced at the black tent, didn't say a word, stuffed the eight-sided Han sword and a blowtorch into the thousand machine box, turned around and strode away, and went in the direction of the inner city......

Inner City Gate.

The bright moon hung high, absorbing the frost and snow and cold, and the moon was even more bright.

"Raven!" A goshawk emerged from the thick night in the distance, and circled in the air with its wings, and quickly swept over the city gates.

There were heavy spearmen patrolling the city walls, and a row of soldiers from the 'A camp' at the gate of the city, all holding torches, illuminated the sky as if it were day, and their expressions looked very serious.

The post road is ten miles, silent and silent, the snow is like dust, and the clear light is shaken down.

Suddenly, the frost and snow drifted for thousands of years, but now it is gone.

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves sounded, and a horse flew out, the horse had a large head and a short neck, a broad chest and a long mane, it was actually a steppe horse from Gelgon?

Seeing that he was getting closer to the city gate, suddenly, "Bang! A bolt of crossbow shot out from the city gate with a piercing roar.

The horse was frightened, and with all four hooves bent, he bent down to avoid it as if he were spiritual.

And the sergeant on the horse, the corner of his mouth smiled slightly, suddenly reached out and grabbed it, caught the arrow in the air, and made a sound of "sudden law", and the war horse under the crotch also neighed and stood up.

Before he could change his mind, he suddenly heard the sudden sound of horses' hooves, and glanced at it with slanted eyes, only to see nine horsemen and horses rushing towards the city gate, all of them with black robes and hoods, and the robes were embroidered with a kiss. Yang Tingfeng was about to turn, but there were nine more horses behind him, and the outfits were almost the same, but the pattern on the black robe was slightly different, and it was a fierce man with teeth and claws......

Both sides outflanked him at the same time, surrounding him in the middle.

"Ha, it's Captain Cao Dawu, a divine shot!" He shouted loudly, raising the arrow in his hand with a simple smile on his face.

As soon as the words fell, a person and a rider cruised out, Fan Yang hat, shoulder gauze, sheepskin wine bag hanging on his waist, carrying a knife and a sword, holding a light crossbow in his hand, he was undoubtedly Cao Nameless.

It's just that Yang Tingfeng noticed that on Cao Wuming's left leg, at some point, twenty-four more willow leaf flying knives were tied, and the blade reflected a hideous green glow, which seemed to be highly poisonous; Behind Qianqian's waist, there was an extra pair of deerskin bindings, with thirteen short javelins inside, which were emitting a bright blue light, and seemed to be poisonous......

That Cao Wuming snorted coldly, and while reaching out to ask for a crossbow arrow, the corners of his mouth complained: "Stinky boy, where did you go?" Take something so ink? ”

"Huh? This..... Isn't it yet two hours? Yang Tingfeng blinked playfully, glanced at the water clock on the inner city gate tower from a distance, and suddenly raised the arrow in his hand higher, the height was just beyond Cao Wuming's reach.

Cao Wuming took a look, snatched the crossbow arrow in his hand fiercely, and sneered: "Heh, they are all 'night non-collecting' people, how can they still be like a child?" Naughty isn't it, naughty right? Believe it or not, the old lady is beating you now? ”

"Alright, alright, you two!" Jing Chuwei didn't know when, she slowly galloped out of the horse team, still dressed in a big hood and a black robe. It's just that she also carries a black iron box on her back. The iron box was five feet long, two feet longer than Yang Tingfeng's thousand machine box, and it was one arm thicker.

The iron box is also very exquisitely made, with the turtle and snake style as the base, the vermilion bird carries the box surface, the dragon connects the elbow, and a white tiger with a body like snow stands on the cardinal.

"Thunderwind, have you got anything?" Jing Chuwei galloped forward, with a hint of expectation in her eyes, shining, like a morning star in the sky.

The height of the two horses was originally different, and Yang Tingfeng was originally a head taller than Jing Chuwei, but because the Gelgong war horse was a head lower than the purple horse, it was now exactly the same.

"I've got it!" Yang Tingfeng nodded slightly and pointed to the receiver on his back.

Jing Chuwei looked at the thousand machine box on his back with great meaning, and said, "Well done, let's let you keep it first." ”

It's a compliment. But her tone was cold, without the slightest hint of praise for him.

At this moment, a desolate sound of reed pipes rose from afar, echoing in the silent night.

The fine reed monk manages the night and is heavy, and the more birds and apes groan.

Blowing to the end of the sound in the ears, a thread breaks the heart of the blue cloud.

"It's a signal from Brother Xiao!" Just hearing the sound of the reed pipe, Jing Chuwei's eyebrows raised, the cold on her bright face suddenly disappeared, and it was replaced by a thick evil aura, and her sharp gaze slowly fell to the sound of the reed.

"Finally, is it beginning?" A smile flashed at the corner of Cao Wuming's mouth, put the light crossbow into the wolf skin case, and patted Yang Tingfeng's shoulder: "Let's go, stinky boy, the old lady will take you to see what the real battlefield is!" ”

"No!" Yang Tingfeng responded, looked at the towering gray Qilian Mountains in the distance, and secretly made up his mind, "Soon, soon you will agree that I am a true member of 'Night Doesn't Collect'!" ”

After that, the horse on which the two sat down took the lead in making a neighing and high-pitched sound, and the horse's hooves fell to the ground, like war drums, shaking the rest of the soldiers who did not collect the night, and the four snow chips under the hooves were clearly visible, and they ran straight to the door.

"Let's go!" Jing Chuwei had a cold face, waved her hand and ordered.

"No!" The crowd responded with a bang.

"Ding! Bite! Ding-" The heavy iron drawbridge made a slow and crisp sound, the city gate opened, and the nineteen horsemen swept out like a violent wind, like a sharp blade out of the sheath......

Outside the west beacon fire, white tents were erected around it.

In the central tent, 300 men and women dressed in pure white robes and white hoods surrounded a woman, all with their knees on the ground, all with their fingers crossed, and their expressions reverent. Even Musa, a member of Nahoixuan's staff and the defected King of the Holy Fire Cult, respectfully accompanied the woman, personally boiling butter milk tea, and turning the iron frame from time to time roasting the lambs, and the meat was roasted with oil, and the aroma was fragrant.

And these white-robed warriors all wore Damascus scimitars, a specialty of the Western Regions, with bearded boots on their feet, as well as a special mechanism ejection device tied to their left wrists, Hidden Blades.

Unlike the 'night does not collect' soldiers, these people are missing a ring finger on their left hand, which seems to be intentional.

And the most distinctive thing is their large hood, which is neither long nor short, and the shadow just covers the whole face, but it does not affect the field of vision.

The woman had a deep nose and high eyes, wheat-colored and energetic skin, long golden hair, and dark blue eyes, and seemed to be of the Western Regions and Central Asia.

She is over forty years old, and the corners of her eyes can't hide the crow's crow's feet of those years.

Her appearance is not outstanding in Pars, where there are so many beautiful women.

However, the decisive look in his eyes, the smell of battlefield smoke looming in his body, and the murderous aura that only those who have killed countless people can have—that is a power that no ordinary woman can ever reach.

She is the holy daughter Sumansha who came from the country of Pars in the Western Regions day and night.

He is one of the godmothers of the Holy Fire Cult, one of the godmothers of the Ismaili sect, a royal descendant of the Himiyar dynasty, the right and left hand of the leader of the Holy Fire Cult Assasin, a disciple of the Assassin King Hassan Ho Sabbas, and a high disciple of the Protector King Kosimbo......

She is also the second highest status of the Holy Fire Cult after the Master, the princess of the Kingdom of Pars, and the leader of the Imam Assassin group.

At that moment, a gray shadow suddenly moved in the tent: an Egyptian cobra with round pupils, a swarthy body, and a huge Egyptian cobra on either side of its neck, emerged from the sand like a swift wind and lightning, and spat out a ball of linen from its mouth.

A white-robed assassin next to him quickly picked up the linen and respectfully handed it to Su Mansha.

"Oh, oh, very good, sure enough, as King Musafa expected, this Zisai border army 'does not collect at night' still sent people to spy on Xifenghuo, although there are only twenty people!"

As soon as the words fell, the eyes of those white-robed assassins suddenly shone with fanatical excitement, "Finally, we can finally compete with the 'Northern Guardians' on the land of Huaxia Shenzhou." "It was not in vain that they risked their lives, day and night, by boat from the middle and lower reaches of the Nile, through the plains of Asia for thousands of miles, and by camel to the two caves of Mogaogaxia, and finally came to the front line of the western beacon.

"However, speaking of which, it's really strange that the people of the Central Plains dared to come to death after only sending this little bit of people?" A trace of doubt flashed in Su Mansha's eyes, and she suddenly remembered something, and asked left and right coldly, "My Hasasins, haven't you arrived yet?" ”

Sumantha's Hasasin is one of the twelve ultimate assassins she specially seconded from her teacher, the Assassin King Hassan, who is not only skilled in stealth, spells, assassination, wall walking, and skilled use of multiple weapons; Each of them is also proficient in a special weapon that suits them best, such as a bladed whip, a quenching double knife, a giant scimitar, a heavy blunt weapon, a cane, a spear, a bow and arrow, a glove with a hidden weapon, and training all kinds of birds, beasts, insects, and snakes......

It is said that these Assassins served as personal bodyguards for the kings of the Darius Dynasty, the Xerxes Dynasty, and the Cambyses Dynasty in the country of Pars.

Since childhood, these assassins have to walk barefoot on the Mingzun Cliff full of machine knives, and then, in front of the shrine of the ashes of the past sect leaders to be burned by the flames, the survivors from the sun, the moon, and the fire of the three holy women jointly open the altar to worship the heavens, lead the congregation to kneel to worship the Mingzun, and read the decree in public, before the ceremony is completed.

Ten years ago, after the internal catastrophe of the Holy Fire Cult, many elite killers within the sect became secret mercenary units of the Pars Empire.

And Su Mansha, the eldest princess of the country of Pars and the godmother of the Ismaili sect, is the true master of this group of tamed beasts......