Chapter 208: Huashan Woman (43) Horse Bandit

  The second master's face changed greatly when he heard this, and he shouted in fear, "Hurry up, hurry up and walk towards the Acropolis, and take shelter there." ”

  The little guy rode his horse towards the head of the convoy.

  "Didn't the second master tell everyone about this?" The old grandson looked at him and said respectfully.

  "Later call the stewards of the shops." The second master said without thinking, "This must be clarified, it's a foolish guess and trouble." ”

  "Then our husband and wife won't bother the second master." Yue Buqun arched his hand at him, and called his junior sister to turn around and go back.

  "So easy?" Mo Hongying said with some surprise.

  "The weather in the northwest is unpredictable, and it is better to believe that there is nothing if you don't meet it? If you really want to meet it, you will lose your life. Yue Buqun looked at her with a serious expression and said, "It's not a big mistake to be careful, it's just a few more steps." ”

  "Those shop stewards don't have any opinions?" Mo Hongying asked worriedly again.

  "The second master is the chief manager, and everyone listens to him on this trip." Yue Buqun curled the corners of his lips and looked at her and said, "Guess why everyone listens to him, one is that the most goods in this convoy are his family, and the other is to follow him to carry the goods, and the whole beard and tail have a good chance of coming back." Then he added, "Everyone is superstitious that he will bring good luck." ”

  This is superstition! In any case, it is important to take shelter from the wind first.

  The other shop stewards surrounded the second master's carriage and asked why they had to change the route.

  Get the answer of the second master, shelter from the wind!

  "The wind is clear now, where does the wind come from?"

  "If the wind comes now, you won't have a place to avoid it." The second master glanced at him and said.

  "If you don't understand, don't interject. It's right to be cautious about this kind of thing. ”

  "I'm afraid of going for nothing."

  "If you really encounter a sandstorm, the goods are lost, and the people are buried, and you will stay in this vast sand dune for the rest of your life."

  "We all have no opinion, listen to the second master."

  The managers of all the businesses listened to the second master, and the second master ordered to move forward at full speed.

  "Will there really be a sandstorm?" Zhao Yong looked at the clear blue sky, the brilliant sun, and there was not a trace of wind.

  "There really is!" Yang Fan pointed ahead and said, "Is that a sandstorm?" ”

  Mo Hongying followed his line of sight, and the sand and dust rolled towards them like a tide surging from the sky.

  "Oh no, it's a horse bandit." Yue Buqun looked at the rolling sand and dust with sharp eyes, "Draw your sword!" ”

  Choking ...... Mo Hongying and the others pulled out the sword in their hands.

  "Let's go!" Yue Buqun beat his horse and ran towards the second master's carriage.

  It was clear that everyone had seen the bandits and had taken up arms.

  "It's terrible."

  "Let's hide from the sandstorm and hide in the lair of other horse bandits."

  "Less nonsense! It's time to fight with all your might. ”

  "How do you fight like this? Judging by the tumbling sand, there are quite a few of them. ”

  "The convoy continued to march towards the Acropolis with all its might, and the guards met it with all their might." The second master quickly ordered.

  "Good!" The guards took the order, picked up the guys and ran towards the horse bandits, not allowing them to surround the convoy and stop the convoy from advancing.

  "Senior brother, tell the bandits that if they don't want to die, turn around, hide from the sandstorm, and everyone will finish the fight." Mo Hongying said while riding a horse.

  "Master, will they listen to us?" Yang Fan said galloping.

  "It's best to listen, if you don't listen, senior brother will go on a killing spree, use your evil sword technique, go all out! It's better to scare them silly. Mo Hongying's condensed eyes stared at the horse bandit who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, "The more cruel the technique, the better." We're running out of time. ”

  The closer they got, the more they found that there were too many bandits, and there were three or four thousand of them.

  If this fights, everyone is doomed.

"Extraordinary times, use extraordinary means." Mo Hongying's calm eyes looked at Yue Buqun beside her and said.

  "I know what to do!" Yue Buqun stood on the horse's back with his feet in the stirrups, urging the true qi in his body to use the Thousand Miles Sound Transmission Technique, and shouted directly, "The sandstorm is coming, everyone run!" Stop it. ”

  "Big brother, he shouted that the sandstorm is coming."

  "Listen to his nonsense, sandstorm, where did the sandstorm come from, there is not even half a trace of wind."

  "He is a native of the Central Plains, he knows a fart, and there has never been a sandstorm in our generation at all."

  "I think he's a fool and deliberately scares us."

  "Look at the convoy, big brother, let's catch this fat one this time, it's enough for us to be happy for a while."

  "Come and kill Lao Tzu!"

  Mo Hongying's eyes gathered in the storm and said, "Look at them holding their sabers high, their speed has not slowed down, and they have not listened to your words, senior brother." ”

  "How can we stop in a few words!" Yue Buqun said murderously, "Let's kill!" When they were killed, they were frightened, and they were honest. He jumped up from his horse, the sword in his hand shining in the sun, and began to harvest life.

  The knife fell in his hand, Yue Buqun started neatly, and before others could react, he was already in a different place, and the person was still on horseback, and his head was gone.

  Blood splattered out, and the lives of more than a dozen people were lost in an instant.

  Although the scene was terrifying, the lure of wealth made them red-eyed, and in their eyes, the companions who were cut off their horses were inferior in skill.

  There is even one less one to grab the goods.

  It's really a matter of asking for money! Mo Hongying looked at the horse bandits rushing like a tide.

  That can only fight, as a thief, Mo Hongying, who was born as a thief, does not have too much burden on killing, not to mention killing horse bandits.

  And every time a horse bandit is killed, the system will come to cheer up, ding ding dong...... The reward value is rubbing long.

  The system is like beating chicken blood, more excited than her, "Kill!" Come on......"

  shouted in Mo Hongying's head.

  "Second master, can our people withstand it?"

  "There are too many bandits!"

  "When did this generation have so many horse bandits, there weren't before!"

  "Last year, I heard that the grassland was hit by a snow disaster! And the number of people who fell into the grass increased. ”

  "Uh-huh! Reasonable. ”

  "Let's rush to the Acropolis with all our might, and then come back to meet them!" The second master thought for a while and said, "There are many martial arts masters among them, one of them. ”

  "Second master, second master, I have seen the walls of the Acropolis."

  Sure enough, everyone looked over, and the ruins and ruins in the distance stood not far away.

  The second master shouted loudly, "The order went down, and when I arrived at the Acropolis, I unloaded the carriage and horses, and the people were inside, and the carriage and horses were together on the periphery, avoiding the sandstorm." ”

  One command after another, passed forward and backward.

  "Is there a sandstorm here?"

  "It doesn't matter if he has it or not, we set up camp and do the same, what is there to complain about."

  "If it weren't for the sandstorm, we wouldn't have come here, and if we hadn't come here, we wouldn't have met horse bandits."

  "That's what I'm talking about, it's just that I'll meet a little later."

  "Looking at their large number, it is estimated that the caravans of this generation will not be able to escape the poisonous hands."

  "Don't talk nonsense, disturb the morale of the army."

  (End of chapter)