Zhou Zhongmou, who was riding a horse, left the town, and he didn't even bother to remember the name of the town. After coming out from the other side, it was different from the place he entered, it seemed that this should lead to the "mainland", so the road was far better than the place where Zhou Zhongmou came, and he could watch the road stretch to the end of the line of sight.

Along the way, he thought about what kind of messy pseudonyms Zhou Zhongmou used to walk the world in the past, such as Zuode Agmudrum, and Misha had always called him Zuode. But now that he thought about it, he couldn't think about it anymore, and the pain was not in the flesh, so he gave up all his past names and gave himself a fake Okukana called "Sred Gemir".

In the place where Zhou Zhongmou went to the original Bourbon Kingdom, it seems that these cities are not as many as there were before the cataclysm. He rode along the road for a day, and there was not a single pedestrian on the road, and he saw no other towns—but the farmer's grange saw a few, but there was no one to be seen outside. "If it had been a long, long time ago, this road would have jumped out of this mountain, and I planted this tree. I didn't expect the world to wither to this point. Zhou Zhongmou thought about this question, and the horse under his crotch moved along the road unhurriedly. Speaking of which, the current horses in this world are incomparable to the war horses with magical bloodlines thousands of years ago in Zhou Zhongmou's memory, and their bloodlines have been extremely thin over the years - but even so, the endurance and ability to endure hunger and thirst are still above the earth horses in Zhou Zhongmou's memory.

In one day, the horse carried Zhou Zhongmou, who weighed about eighty-five kilograms, plus the armor on his body, plus the weight of the weapon, almost more than one hundred kilograms. But even so, the horse did not show any unbearable appearance. Always move forward unhurriedly - every now and then for a small trot. That is, when Zhou Zhongmou stopped eating, he fed a small half bag of beans. Then drank about three liters of water. Horses on Earth don't have that much stamina. As far as Zhou Zhongmou is concerned, he can't be said to be glamorous now-the cloak made of modern canvas has been covered with dust on the road, and besides, this kind of fabric doesn't look so gorgeous, and now he can be said to be an ordinary pedestrian.

At night, it's as simple as tethering the horse to a tree on the side of the road, throwing a bag of beans, then unfolding the plastic folding trough that you can get in the modern world, and going to the river to fill the canvas bucket with water to feed the horse. Then Zhou Zhongmou himself lit a fire, directly dried a large stone and sat as a seat, so he spent a long night in drowsiness from time to time.

However, the next day gave Zhou Zhongmou an unexpected surprise - he finally met the bandits. I can't tell if it's a bandit or a nearby farmer who wants to get a vote, anyway, the clothes on the guys are in tatters, and in their hands, except for the ones who seem to be taking the lead with one-handed swords or axes, the other guys are simply holding weeding scythes and dung forks. These people were quite dirty, and they didn't have any armor on them, "Oh, that's not right. There are still people wearing leather armor. But from which dead man did you take this leather armor? It's all tattered into a vest, and it's hard to recognize it if you don't look closely. ”

Zhou Zhongmou rode a horse. It looked like a man was a fat sheep, and the gang of bandits clearly didn't notice the two-handed sword under the cloak. And it's no wonder. Zhou Zhongmou was originally carried around his waist, and the hilt of the sword protruded from the front, while the back was covered by a cloak, which looked more like a stick. The group of guys surrounded them, and even pulled up a horse on the main road. Zhou Zhongmou didn't understand a word of what they said in their mouths, no matter what, it was probably that I opened this mountain and planted this tree, but it didn't seem to be a normal set of bandits and bandits who wanted money and didn't want money, and thieves who didn't want money if they wanted to die were also like this, "It seems that they are preparing to pick up the corpse after killing me" Zhou Zhongmou couldn't laugh.

I don't plan to use cavalry warfare to get those guys, Zhou Zhongmou's horse is not a war horse, it's just an ordinary horse, of course such a horse can bully this group of poor people, but why do you want to do it? What's the fun? So Zhou Zhongmou got off the horse, and while this guy walked towards the other party, he pulled out the two-handed sword at his waist with a kind of pretending action that he looked like in the movie. Because it is patterned steel, the surface of the big sword is not a silver-white bright color, and it does not reflect any beautiful light in the sunlight, but the pattern like a cloud dragon that is clearly visible in the sunlight proves what a sharp weapon it is.

These bandits couldn't understand the way of weapons, but they could recognize the style of the weapon - the two-handed sword was not a piece of iron that could be seen casually, and the least strength that could be used was one. And they also saw that the man in front of them was tall, and when he drew his sword, his cloak was unfurled, revealing the half-body chain mail he was wearing. The man in leather armor had begun to retreat, and the men with dung forks and scythes in their hands had shrunk together like frightened quails, and they looked like they were about to turn around and shout for everyone to run.

"You can't run, if you run. Where can I find my fun?" Zhou Zhongmou said, the group of illiterate people should not be able to understand it, just as Zhou Zhongmou can barely understand their country dialect now. The combat skills of the two-handed sword were really skillful for Zhou Zhongmou, and under the martial arts wisdom of the golden finger, his slashing movements could be said to be smooth and very casual - just dealing with a group of bandits, and he didn't need to be very serious. The two-handed sword of patterned steel is indeed extremely sharp, and cutting through the human body under the control of Zhou Zhongmou's divine power is not much more jerky than cutting butter. The heavy blade slashed into the human body with great speed, slashing the leading bandit into two pieces in the chest. Not even a drop of blood was left on the blade of the pattern. Slashing horizontally, vertically, it didn't take much effort to kill these poor bandits in front of him, and Zhou Zhongmou didn't think they were anything - in his eyes, this was no better than the NPC monsters in the game, and it was not as good as the NPCs, because there were no experience points to take

Therefore, their pleas for mercy were useless, and Zhou Zhongmou couldn't understand them anyway, but he didn't bother to chase those who ran fast. So in the end, except for the nine corpses that fell to the ground, the others ran away in time - it is estimated that they will not dare to do business on the road for a long time in the future (to be continued......