Two hours ago, Zhang Bao thought that only his fate was so miserable, his parents were killed, and all the villagers in the village died, leaving him alone, and he was also arrested as a prisoner, but he didn't expect that there were many young men and girls who were as dirty and panicked as him.

Zhang Bao, who discovered this, suddenly felt that he wanted to commit suicide a lot.

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Among all the captives, Zhang Bao was actually not the worst, the most miserable one was a child who was only about five or six years old, his clothes were the dirtiest, and his whole body was covered with sweat, dust, and ashes, like a humanoid clay sculpture.

While most of the thieves' attention was elsewhere when he had been kidnapped, Zhang Bao took the opportunity to spit out the dirty and smelly bundle of horses that had been in his mouth for a long time, and his eyes looked around, ready to wait for an opportunity to escape.

The waiting people were delayed, and the thieves and robbers became more and more restless, cursing at each other, they were not accustomed to being so close to their peers, and four groups had already fought for this, several of them were killed, and more than ten were wounded.

After such a fuss, the atmosphere on the field became even more tense, and hundreds of thieves and robbers saw this, and raised their long swords and swords in the cold light.

Zhang Bao was still a little puzzled by the fact that he was caught, outside his hometown, there were so many thieves and robbers, such people were said to have been extinct more than ten years ago, he looked up at the leader of the thieves who had captured him, and wanted to get some information from him.

The leader of the thieves, like the others, was dressed in tattered clothes, a muscular build, a thick beard, a dirty face, and two scars on his left cheek.

The leader of the Scarface thieves was keenly aware of the gaze from below, and glanced down at the young captive he had captured before, his eyes were cold and ruthless, "Run." ”

Although Zhang Bao is simple, but he is not so stupid Of course, he is standing in the gang of villains and strongmen, surrounded by endless plains, and the villains and strongmen are still riding horses, and running away is looking for death, not to mention that he is tied with both hands and feet, trapped in the middle with a group of captives, thieves and robbers.

"Everything on me has been taken away, I have no value, why don't you let me go?"

Zhang Bao asked the leader of the Scarface Thieves a little unconvinced.

When the leader of the Scarface thieves heard this, he laughed, and then spat on the ground, thick phlegm brushing Zhang Bao's scalp, he didn't bother to answer the ignorant boy's question at all.

Child, if you really have no value, I would have cut off your head with a knife and thrown it in the wilderness to feed the wolves, how could you have survived until now!

And at this moment, an old-looking bandit leader suddenly looked at the new bandits and captives with a gloomy and cold gaze, and suddenly said, "The harvest is not good, vulture. ”

The leader of the Scarface thieves, who was called "Vulture", took another sip, "The wolves don't keep food under their mouths, especially the "hook-eyed blood wolf", the village that guy slaughtered, the houses are all burned down, and the people are almost killed, and it is good to get some leftovers from them, after all, no matter what, it didn't run in vain." ”

Zhang Bao, who was still a little unconcerned in his heart, when he heard the name of "Hook-Eyed Blood Wolf" again, his heart suddenly jumped, the person of "Hook-Eyed Blood Wolf" must be the murderer who slaughtered his entire village, and the thieves obviously knew the details.

Although Zhang Bao knew that the people who slaughtered his whole family were Mongols, but now the Mongol Empire, a nomadic people in the northwest, was extremely powerful, and even the entire court could not defeat the Mongols.

However, how can the revenge of killing his father and mother not be avenged? Zhang Bao held his hands fiercely, and he must divide the five horses of the culprit who killed his parents and fellow villagers.

At a moment, his eyes revealed a special and firm emotion, and the old and sophisticated old bandit leader couldn't help but look at him more, and then silently looked at the scarface thief leader named Vulture beside him, and then sighed silently, but without saying much, he continued to look at the mountain pass in the north.

Zhang Bao's heart seemed to have a volcano about to erupt, and the robbers and thieves no longer brought up the topic of the Mongols, so he had no choice but to ask himself, "What is the name of the hook-eyed blood wolf you are talking about?" ”

Hearing this, the leader of the Scarface thieves stared at Zhang Bao for a long time, and after seeing the firm flame burning in the depths of Zhang Bao's eyes, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: Boy, do you want revenge? Ha ha! Ha ha! ”

"Don't be delusional, now that the Mongols are powerful, the army of the imperial court has suffered defeats one after another, even I don't know if I can survive to the end, just because you also want to kill the commander of the Mongolian barbarian nation in the northwest, don't dream?"

Zhang Bao didn't pay attention to the sneering words of the leader of the Scarface Thieves, his expression was firm, and he asked again word by word: "You don't have to worry about this, I just want to know the real name of the enemy who killed my parents." ”

"Haha! Ha ha! Ha ha! ”

The leader of the Scarface thieves laughed more and more crazy, causing several other gangs of strongmen and villains in the vicinity to look sideways, and immediately, the leader of the Scarface thieves turned cold, and the scimitar with a cold light in his hand was directly on Zhang Bao's neck.

Zhang Bao's heart suddenly lifted, and his legs trembled a little, but as soon as he thought of the tragic death of his parents, he plucked up his courage again, even if the scimitar was on his neck, he had to ask who killed his parents.

The scimitar still didn't cut down after all, and the leader of the Scarface Thieves, with a sigh, silently pulled the scimitar back into its scabbard, looking at Zhang Bao with a resolute face, for some reason, the leader of the Scarface Thieves finally compromised.

"The real name of the Hook-Eyed Blood Wolf is Tamur Zahan, and that's all I know."

Zhang Bao, who got the answer, his heart fell suddenly, he finally knew who the enemy was, this was just his first step, if he wanted to complete revenge, the first thing he had to do was to save his life and get free, if he couldn't even do this, the others were even more impossible.

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The sound of hooves of "trampling, bobo" came, and from the mountain pass to the north galloped a fine young horse, and immediately sat a middle-aged man wearing a blue cloak and holding a flying splendid red flag, with a strong body.

The robbers and thieves were first delighted, then disappointed, and finally when they saw the big characters on the splendid red flag, they all showed a look of fear.

"Kongtong Sect Law Enforcement Disciple!"

Someone in the crowd shouted, and more than a hundred robbers seemed to have been spelled, and almost at the same time urged their horses back three or four steps, and all of them did not dare to squeak, and the captives on the ground, some of them understood and some were confused, but they were all affected by this fear, and they all retreated together.

Zhang Bao stood at the back, almost knocked down by the person in front of him, but he still looked over, he had never heard of the name "Kongtong Sect Law Enforcement Disciple", and he didn't know what the Kongtong Sect was, and he didn't understand what everyone was afraid of, a so-called name, what was there to be afraid of.

The disciples of the Kongtong Sect wearing blue cloaks suddenly saw this group of hideous-looking people gathered on the side of the road, but they were not surprised at all, let alone panicked, urging the horses to gallop forward, with a hint of mockery and a look of condescending in their eyes.

When this Kongtong Sect disciple rode close to these groups of people, he muttered to himself: "What a bunch of waste, I thought there would be a few bold people who would come to trouble me." ”

Although the voice of this mockery was not loud, but in the case of such silence in the surrounding environment, more than a hundred robbers and thieves all heard it clearly, and most of the robbers and thieves in the name of the Kongtong faction endured it, and they didn't hear it, but there was also a younger robber who couldn't hold his breath, and after this Kongtong sect disciple approached, he threw out a poisonous flying knife like a sneak attack.

The blue cloak swept over like a cloud, directly wrapping the quenched flying knife, and then using the rotating energy, he directly threw the quenched flying knife back through the cloak in the same way.

As the cloak was lifted, a long sword was revealed, hanging from the horse's side.

After a while, only a "bang" was heard, and the poisoned throwing knife was shot in the head of the younger robber, and the young robber fell and fell off his horse.

Seeing this, this Kongtong Sect disciple showed a smile on his face, a pair of sharp and slender eyes, and a habitual hint of arrogance.

"The companion of the despicable and shameless sneak attack guy just now, stand up for me immediately."

His voice was not loud, but under the fierce words, there was an irresistible power, Zhang Bao keenly saw that there were more than a hundred robbers and thieves present, almost all of them showed a trace of iron blue on their faces, but even so, no one rushed up to be heroes, one by one they all started to shrink their heads.

Seeing that no one had come forward, this Kongtong sect disciple was not surprised at all, so he casually took off his cloak, put it on the saddle, and then jumped off the horse and pulled out the long sword from the side of the horse.

The blade of the sword is almost as wide as an adult's palm, the tip of the sword touches the ground, the hilt is as high as the chest of this Kongtong sect disciple, the blade is made of fine green iron, not only that, but there are several blood-red spots on the blade, that is because of excessive killing, blood stains penetrate into the sword.

"My name is Chang Wenling, I am the fourth generation disciple of the Kongtong Sect, today I will only kill and steal the companion of the despicable and shameless sneak attack guy just now, other irrelevant people, please retreat quickly."