In less than an hour, a group of men stopped in front of the hotel.

Du Wenlin saw through the window that the leader was Biyun.

He dismounted and walked straight to this side with a few guards.

Du Wenlin motioned for Wang Ling and Rong'er to prepare for battle.

As soon as Bi Yun stepped into the door of the store, he saw Du Wenlin and the three of them sitting quietly at the table, but they didn't see the boss, and they were surprised.

He had thought that the three of them should be lying on the ground at this time, but now it seems that there may be something wrong with them.

With a wave of his hand, he asked his hand to go inside and take a look.

It didn't take long for his subordinates to walk out with the couple who had been untied.

"What's going on?" Biyun asked with a cold face.

The couple was so frightened that they hurriedly fell to their knees:

"Back to Gongzi, the little ones are incompetent and can't restrain them."

"Rubbish!" Before the words fell, Biyun suddenly drew his knife and slashed at the two of them.

Screams rang out, and two bodies lay on the ground.

Everyone looked at the two bloody corpses, and they were all sad.

The blood-dripping scimitar pointed at Du Wenlin:

"I didn't expect your kid's life to be quite hard, and he escaped several disasters. It's a pity that I can hide from the first day of junior high school, but I can't hide from the fifteenth. ”

Du Wenlin looked at him coldly and didn't say a word.

Biyun's scimitar suddenly swung up and slashed straight at Du Wenlin.

The last time he and Wei Dongqing intercepted Du Wenlin halfway, Du Wenlin was almost planted in the hands of the two of them.

So Biyun thought that Du Wenlin's martial arts were not enough, even if Wei Dongqing was not here today, it should be okay to take Du Wenlin with his unstoppable courage, besides, there are more than 100 iron horsemen outside the door, which is also his confidence.

It's a pity that he overestimated himself and underestimated Du Wenlin.

The scimitar was less than half a foot from his head, and the sharp blade forced people to open their eyes.

Du Wenlin stretched out his right hand at an incredible speed and grabbed Biyun's wrist holding the knife violently, and while standing up, his right arm swung violently, and Biyun's huge body was thrown out of the door like a huge leather ball, rolled a few times, and couldn't get up for a while, and it looked like he had fallen lightly.

With the help of the soldier, Biyun staggered to his feet and shook his head vigorously to sober himself up quickly.

Behind him, a hundred households let out a shout and rushed towards the house with the soldiers.

Wang Ling and Rong'er drew their swords and blocked the door. The first soldiers to rush forward were stabbed in the blink of an eye, and fell to the ground wailing.

Biyun ordered the soldiers to surround the small hotel, and when he saw that the soldiers who rushed in were injured one after another, he rushed over with his sword.

Just now Du Wenlin was inexplicably thrown out, and he was unconvinced, thinking that he had accidentally caught the road.

Biyun's martial arts are well-known in the Ningxia army, and he is brave and good at fighting, so he has also developed a character of eyes above the top and no one in his eyes.

Today, in front of his subordinates, Du Wenlin threw himself out with a gesture, and he lost face, and this face must be recovered.

I wanted to fight Du Wenlin for 300 rounds, but the two girls blocked the door, which made him very annoyed.

decided to clean up these two women who didn't know whether they were alive or dead first, and then clean up Du Wenlin.

rushed to the door and without saying a word, he raised the knife and slashed it obliquely towards Wang Ling, who knew that the knife was broken in two halfway.

Not only was the knife cut off, but the key was that the opponent's sword was already on his chest.

Biyun froze as he held the half-cut sword, and the cold air from the sharp sword pierced him all over.

Du Wenlin walked slowly to the door:

"General Bi, do you still need to try again today?"

Biyun's face was red and white, and the situation at this time made him extremely embarrassed.

wanted to say a few cruel words, but now his little life was in the hands of others, and the cruel words slipped to his mouth and swallowed it back raw.

"The surname is Du, you can see what kind of place this is." You always have to ask for a little face, and you can't beg for mercy from the enemy in front of so many subordinates.

Du Wenlin sneered:

"Under the world, it is not the king's land. Wait for the emperor's authority to openly rebel, and when the army of my court arrives and breaks through Helan Mountain, at that time, what good end can the prisoners have? ”

"Hmph, you Han people will only be quick to speak, and if you have the ability, let me go now, and we will have a good fight, and the winner will have the qualification to speak."

"Well, since you are not convinced, you will fulfill your wishes. But. Let's put it in front of you, if you lose again, how do you deal with yourself? ”

"If I lose, everything will be at your disposal." Biyun gritted his teeth.

He didn't actually have the certainty of winning, but he suffered one setback after another today, so he had to find a way to regain a little face.

If you lose, you can break your word, and if you win, you can not only get back face, but even take the beautiful girl in front of you back to the city. Although she is still under the control of her sword, the other party's beautiful face and heroic spirit have deeply attracted her.

Du Wenlin motioned for Wang Ling to let him go.

Biyun changed a knife, Du Wenlin took the short sword in Rong'er's hand, and the two of them came to the spacious place in front of the door and stood opposite.

Without saying a word, Biyun raised his knife and slashed at Du Wenlin. There are no superfluous moves, only the simplest and most direct attacks.

Biyun is famous not only for its extremely fast knife speed, but also for its brute force, and it is the champion of the tribal wrestling tournament every year.

So he has always had absolute confidence in the knife in his hand, whether it is on the battlefield of thousands of troops or fighting alone, he has never lost.

When the blade attacked, Du Wenlin did not use fast movement to win the opportunity as usual, but just used the short sword in his hand to lightly understate the Huashan swordsmanship "Baiyun Chuxiu" to lead the scimitar aside, and then slashed upwards and quickly slashed at the wrist holding the knife. The whole action is like a smooth flow, all in one go.

If Biyun wants to continue to hold the knife, his wrist will inevitably suffer the bad luck of being cut off by the short sword, and he is also a battle-hardened battle, and he reacts quickly in danger, and at the moment of crisis, he releases the handle of the knife, retracts his hand and jumps back, and the action of escaping danger can be described as silky and abnormal, but it is also worthy of applause.

I was forced to throw my weapon at one move, and no matter how thick-skinned I was, I was embarrassed to fight again.

Standing there, his face flushed, and he longed to find a crack in the ground to get into.

Annoyed and angry, he shook his head at Baihu.

Baihu immediately surrounded him with soldiers, preparing for a group attack.

"General Bi, you want to break your word?" Du Wenlin asked coldly.

Biyun held back and turned his head to the side.

The hundred households had already urged the soldiers to start the siege, and countless spears and scimitars attacked from all sides to the middle.

"What a shame!" Wang Ling scolded, his figure suddenly flew up, the sword turned half a circle like a silver rainbow, and when he landed, only half of the weapon was left in the hands of the soldiers in front of him.

Baihu let out a whistle, the soldiers in front retreated, and the soldiers in the back took out their bows and arrows, wound their bows, and prepared to attack from afar.

Rong'er took the short sword from Du Wenlin's hand, rose up, and stabbed straight at the hundred households.

None of the people present could afford to look down on this underage little girl, but at this time, they were stunned by her arrow-like figure, and by the time Baihu reacted, the short sword was already against her throat.

Everyone was amazed by the speed of Rong'er's attack, and even more surprised that she was able to stabilize her rapidly advancing body in an instant, and was able to hold the sword just right against the opponent's throat without piercing a single bit.

"Good!" Wang Ling applauded.

The faces of the hundred households are even uglier than the dead.

He has experienced a hundred battles, galloped on the battlefield, and has long been down-looking about life and death. Because of his bravery, he was exceptionally promoted from an ordinary soldier to a hundred households.

But now he was held hostage by a girl with a short sword, and this shame made him feel that life was worse than death.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he wanted to raise the scimitar in his hand, although he would definitely not be able to hurt the other party, but at least he could make himself die a happy death.

"Stop!" Biyun shouted, and it could be seen that he cared very much about the life and death of this hundred households.

Glancing at the hundred households with dead faces, he ordered:

"Let's withdraw."

Rong'er put away her sword and retreated.

Biyun glanced back angrily, his eyes were extremely unwilling, and he led his men to Yinchuan City.

Du Wenlin looked at Rong'er and smiled:

"Rong'er's body technique and sword speed have improved a lot!"

Rong'er's face was cunning:

"Isn't it the result of hard training day and night to accompany your brother to the soup and fire?"

Du Wenlin suddenly found that Rong'er had grown up and was happy for her, but there was a faint trace of inexplicable worry in it.

The three of them entered Ningxia City and went straight to the "Shaanxi Governor's Mansion".

"Governor" Liu Dongyang:

"What instructions did Lord Du bring this time?"

Du Wenlin enshrined the autograph of Governor Ye Mengxiong, and after Liu Dongyang read it, he pondered for a moment and hesitated:

"The contemptible can do what the Governor instructs, but if he succeeds, how can he get the protection promised by the Governor?"

He was afraid of "crossing the river and demolishing the bridge".

"Lord Ye is also a second-class member of the imperial court, a feudal official of the Northwest Defense, you have his own letter in your hand, what do you have to worry about?" Du Wenlin's words were earnest.

After pondering for a long time, Liu Dongyang seemed to have made up his mind:

"Okay, I'll do what I want, I hope the court won't break its promise!"

Mr. Ye's letter also mentioned that the implementation of the plan must be completed by the end of this month. It's only the beginning of the month, and there's plenty of time. Before leaving, Du Wenlin reminded him that he could not delay time.

The three of them got out of the "Shaanxi Governor's Mansion", slipped out of the city, and found a hotel to live in.

The next day, after all changing clothes and changing faces, they sneaked out the back door.

Convinced that no one was following behind him, he came directly to the "Trilateral General Military Mansion".

Bibai's attitude was obviously much more positive than Liu Dongyang's, and after reading Ye Mengxiong's handwritten letter, he smiled:

"After Lord Du goes back, thank Lord Ye for his care, and express the guilty's will to change his past mistakes and make meritorious contributions, and he will definitely live up to the ardent expectations of the court and Lord Ye!"

Unexpectedly, Bibai's attitude was so clear, and Du Wenlin was a little puzzled for a while.

In this Ningxia rebellion, Bibai is the culprit, even if a thousand cuts are not enough to atone for his sins.

The main target of this anti-plot was Liu Dongyang, but I didn't expect Bibai to be more active.

This made Du Wenlin scratch his head, but since the other party's attitude was so resolute, it was difficult to say anything.

In the end, it was the same reminder that he had to complete the plan by the end of the month.

After returning to Yan'an Mansion and seeing Mei Guozhen and Ye Mengxiong, Du Wenlin recounted the trip in detail.

The two adults were also suspicious of Bibai's attitude.

When the two armies are fighting, when talking about a strike or surrender, they will generally be cautious and take every step of the way, trying to get the best out of themselves.

Moreover, Bibai is not only facing surrender at this time, but more importantly, he has to find a way to kill Liu Dongyang and his men.

This is not a simple question, because after a few months of expansion, Liu Dongyang's team has tens of thousands.

It is easy to kill Liu Dongyang, but after killing Liu Dongyang, it is not easy for him to manage the tens of thousands of Han troops under Liu Dongyang with one Tatar.

"We have to do two things, one is to continue to push for the implementation of this plan. The second is to actively prepare for war, and when the time is ripe, no matter how well this plan goes, it is necessary to launch an attack on the rebels. We must not repeat the mistakes of Wei Xuezeng, otherwise he will be our example. Ye Mengxiong said.

Everybody's the same.