The inn is a bungalow, not large-scale, with a tavern restaurant in front and guest rooms and stables in the back, but the house is made of green bricks, with a foreign style, which is one of the reasons why Lu Ming chose here.

Lu Ming's luck is good, the boss here is from the Central Plains, and the local herdsmen call him friends in the south, obviously he has integrated here.

"The old man's liquor is the best in this area, and they are afraid that I will leave. The innkeeper looked at the pile of silver taels in the hands of the young man opposite, and suddenly laughed so hard that he couldn't close his mouth.

Lu Ming knew that when he came here, the silver ticket was more like useless paper, so he brought some gold and silver, although it was a little heavier, the effect was obvious.

"I want food for fifty men, and the horses to feed and drink. Lu Ming took out another whole ingot of silver and threw it casually: "If there is anything good, just take it out." ”

The shopkeeper's eyes suddenly lit up, his face was full of joy, and he kept telling the guys to do this and that, lest the hospitality be inadequate.

At this time, several Saiwai warriors broke into the door, and after they looked at it, they turned around and left. Liu Yun was about to chase after him with his sword, but was stopped by Lu Ming, and then shook his head slightly.

Liu Yun naturally knew what the sword master was thinking, so he stepped aside and began to deal with the food in front of him. The idea of the sword master is very simple, that is, to find out the news, and before getting the exact news, it is best not to leak the strength, after all, these people are still blind to this place and know nothing.

The shopkeeper gave Lu Ming a jar of good wine, and the person sat down in front of Lu Ming, and began to take the initiative to chat, constantly inquiring about the recent lively events in the empire.

Lu Ming dealt with the food in front of him. While answering, he then found an opportunity to ask the shopkeeper: "I see that you have a lot of wounded soldiers here, is there also a war here?" ”

The shopkeeper drank a few glasses of wine, and spoke more enthusiastically, "There is a war, just in the northwest, about three hundred miles from here, although it is only internal strife among the tribes, but if you do something." It's also better to get around there. It was a war controlled by a sword master. ”

"Sword Saint?" Lu Ming was stunned.

Looking at the obviously panicked young man, the shopkeeper was very satisfied with his reaction, and patted Lu Ming on the shoulder heavily, explaining the general situation one by one. In his opinion. It's no secret. It's not a big deal at all.

Lu Ming's brows furrowed slightly. It turned out that the war in the northwest direction had been fought inextricably because one of the tribes of the Prairie Eagle tribe in the northwest of the Dargan steppe suddenly started a war for the power of the tribal chieftain.

The Prairie Eagle tribe is very powerful. Occupying one-fifth of the pasture outside the Saiwai for more than a hundred years, it has a large population, cattle and sheep everywhere, and more importantly, the chief is a strong sword saint, and there are few existences around him that can shake his authority.

However, the Hutu tribe of the Prairie Eagle tribe is one of the most powerful tribes in the tribe, and the patriarch Erdun is a strong sword king, but they still choose to start a war.

They chose to go after a ritual of the tribe's annual sacrifice, but suddenly in a violent outburst, Erdun unexpectedly burst out with the strength of the Sword Saint, and with his intention or not, he directly hacked the tribal chief to death, but only suffered some minor injuries.

And when he killed the chief's direct bloodline, he also killed the chief's son Hudar, but before he died, he successfully released the blue-gray harrier eagle he had raised since childhood!

Erdun was suddenly shocked, he couldn't catch up, and hurriedly ordered people to release seven harrier eagles one after another, but he still couldn't intercept the blue-gray harrier eagle.

Later, Zhuo Ligetu, the chief of the chieftain who had gone out to practice, rushed back after receiving news from the Harrier Eagle, and he not only brought back two young masters, but also gathered the scattered clansmen and began to fight back.

But Erdun has been planning for many years, and has already made various plans, and the strength of the Hutu tribe is also very strong, although the two young outsiders brought by the righteous son of the chieftain are very powerful, but the strength of Erdun's sword saint is so strong, and they were quickly forced into a canyon, and thousands of Hutu warriors surrounded the canyon tightly, wanting to trap them in it and destroy the direct heirs of the chief in one fell swoop.

However, at this time, a sword master came from the middle of the empire again, and sided with the chieftain Yoshiko, and soon turned the tide of the battle, and the two sides fought again.

It is said that the sword master of the empire is very powerful, and he just broke up Erdun's team as soon as he appeared.

But the war is not one person, there are too many things to take into account, after all, the aftermath of the sword qi of the sword saint powerhouse can kill people, so no one can let go of their hands and feet, and the imperial sword saint can't leave the battlefield to let go, after all, the gap between the numbers and strength of the two sides is too big, he is gone, Zhuo Ligetu will definitely be completely defeated, because Erdun still has a sword hero under him.

So the war became a war of attrition, and Erdun was also very vicious, ordering the army to besiege these people, cutting them off water and food, and sending people to challenge them every day, in order to consume the little physical strength they had left, and now it has been more than seven days.

"Seven days!" Lu Ming frowned, there was no food or water, and if he couldn't even meditate to recover his vitality, even if he destroyed the Sword Saint, it would be difficult for him to hold on for a long time. Although they can kill the horses to survive, but in this way, the strength can only decline faster.

"The horses are all gone, if it weren't for a few snowfalls, they would have been able to make soup from horse bones, hey, I guess they would have been hungry and faint, and those people were strong enough to even die rather than fall, but in any case, the end has been decided. ”

The shopkeeper had another bowl of wine, his eyes were a little cloudy, he grinned, and said: "Now that most of the tribes of the Prairie Night tribe have surrendered to Erdun, and there is only such a small wave of resistance left, I estimate that if the sword master from the empire does not evacuate alone, it is very likely that he will be consumed here, and the result will ...... Hey!"

Lu Ming frowned secretly, the food he ate in his mouth was like chewing wax, he felt that the sword students behind him began to be restless, so he said in a deep voice: "Eat all the food in front of you, and then, the time for training will come." ”

The swordsmen knew that the swordsman wanted his people to preserve the greatest combat power, so they immediately devoured it, but the fighting spirit was almost impossible to suppress.

After dinner, Lu Ming thanked the shopkeeper and led the swordsmen straight to the Dalgan grassland in the northwest.

When he had traveled more than 200 miles, Lu Ming said to the swordsmen: "War is terrible, because there is war means that there are dead people, and it is impossible to avoid it. But you are my sword students, and I ask each of you not to think about killing, but to do your best to make the most of what you have learned, and to use our fighting skills to make the enemy despair!"

"Roar!" the swordsmen roared, and even the girls' voices were boiling with blood, and they had already begun to plan how to show the enemy what the art of killing was.

"Hoohaha........."

Lu Ming and the others had just stood on a small hill when they heard a burst of shouting, mixed with roars and screams.

Lu Ming looked at the edge of the battlefield less than three miles away from the hill, where a huge battle circle was densely enclosed, trapping the few soldiers inside. From time to time, there were cold arrows outside, but soon an arrow inside would pierce the throat of this guy who released cold arrows, and the accuracy was outrageous.

Lu Ming immediately thought of Zhuo Ligetu, it seemed that they were all still alive. This is the biggest good news Lu Ming has ever gotten. It's just that Lu Ming knows that the fat man's arrows shoot one less arrow, so he can only deal with the guy who releases cold arrows.

There was another burst of shouting, Lu Ming looked over, it turned out that it was the people on the periphery who used a lasso to lasso a soldier inside, and pulled him out with a horse, in the desperate screams of this warrior, several lassos flew over, and they all lassoed his head and feet, and then several horses ran in different directions, and a piece of blood would be splashed outside the battle circle.

The warriors inside were silent, but they still used the shields in their hands to defend the defense line, and then tried to find an opportunity to insert the weapons in their hands into the opponent's body along the gap in the shield.

Lu Ming knew that once a person had the heart of death, it was likely that a miracle would happen, although the hope was slim.

But that's how miracles come about!

Lu Ming silently drew his long sword and slowly pointed forward.

Boom! The iron hooves suddenly galloped wildly, but the people were silent, the horses did not roar, and this torrent of steel rushed out like a silent grim reaper.

The Hutu people on the periphery of the battle circle howled excitedly, and a few of them were bored when they discovered this mysterious cavalry. It's just that the people in the outer circle are almost all fighters with low combat power and can't step forward to play a real role, they can't tell whether they are friends or foes for a while, and they don't even know how to deal with them, and more importantly, they are silent when they ride horses, and they look so unreal.

As soon as Lu Ming pulled up the reins of the horse, the war horse immediately stood up, his long sword cut a streamer, and slashed a guy who was wielding a lasso. The sharp sword tossed his smirked head into the air, and a fountain of blood gushed up, and the man's headless body was still sitting on his horse, and after a few steps it was like a pile of rotten flesh on the ground.

This sword was like a signal, and the steel torrent that the swordsmen formed into the True Martial Seven Interception Formation instantly hit the human wall.

With a bang, a dozen or so warriors who had only had time to look back suddenly flew into the air, and they did not understand until they died, why the enemy suddenly appeared, and these people were so few, that they dared to come to relieve the siege?

In fact, Lu Ming had already felt the fluctuations coming from the air when he was still ten miles away from the battlefield, and he knew very well that this was a fluctuation that could only be caused by the battle of the Sword Saint powerhouse level, but obviously they had already left the battlefield, and it seemed that they should go to a decisive battle. (To be continued......)