Hundreds of heterogeneous horses galloped on the road, and the momentum was naturally extremely amazing.

Pan Long had just set off to take off, and before he could even see the scene over there, he had already heard the heavy and dense sound of horses' hooves.

The sound of horses' hooves dozens of miles away was no different from knocking on the door for those of them who had at least returned to their roots and could fly against the wind.

...... It's just that compared to the Demon God Heavenly Lion King, who didn't need to wait for the sound to come, and the vigilance range of his own divine consciousness reached dozens of miles, they were still much worse.

From the time the Heavenly Lion King found that a large number of people and horses were coming, to telling them, to hearing the sound of horses' hooves, it was about half a minute before and after.

Not for long, but enough to do many arrangements.

For the demon god, the thing dozens of miles away is "now".

And for real people, what happened dozens of miles away was "half a minute ago".

That's the gap.

With so much time, if you are quicker, several formations have already been launched.

Even if your hands and feet are a little slower, at least you can directly activate the teleportation spell and go away, and there is no problem.

Activate the teleportation spell half a minute in advance, and no one in the world can stop it. Even if she is the world's number one demon god Bi Lingkong, she can only kill the opponent "now", but she can't kill the enemy "half a minute later".

For those who are galloping on horseback, the distance is not half a minute, but a quarter of an hour or more.

For such a long time, let alone a martial arts master, even an ordinary well-trained army, as long as it was not attacked when he was sleeping in a daze at night, he would have had time to react.

Armor, formation, and battle.

At most, the preparations were a little hasty, the formation was not so complete, and the courage of the soldiers was not inspired.

The art of war has a saying, "The one who strikes the odd is only a hundred breaths", that is, if you want to launch a sneak attack on the enemy, it is best to let the enemy find out less than a hundred breaths before the attack, so that the effect is better.

The kind of person who was discovered by the enemy more than half an hour in advance, ran away, and the people were already neatly waiting for work, it belongs to the type of Jiang Gongzhongzheng, the king of micro-manipulation, who looked at the map and called the front line, indiscriminately asked the machine gun position to move forward fifty meters, and went to the middle of the river to arrange the position.

Interestingly, since ancient times, the literati led the army, and they were particularly fond of tossing this kind of moth.

Although there are some literati who are really good at war, the level of most literati generals is actually on the same level as the bald headmaster - no, most of the literati generals are even inferior to him.

It is no wonder that Zeng Disheng, a famous literati general, sighed: "The art of war mentioned in the history books is all nonsense, and what is surprising and successful...... I'm going to jump into the river!"

Later generations summarized the tactics of this famous general before modern times, which is nothing more than the words "hard and stupid".

It is better to use odd than to use stability, which is also said.

The real grandmaster flew extremely fast, Pan Long sighed in his heart, and the group had already flown in front of the white knights in mourning clothes.

Fang Donghuan showed his figure and asked loudly: "You are here or foe, are you friends or enemies?"

He deliberately took the lead and spread his figure with his true qi, and a loud roar was like thunder in the sky, rolling and tumbling in the air. At the sound of the roar, the snow-treading horses mixed with the blood of the fierce beasts could not bear it, and they stood up one after another, letting out a long hissed of fear.

The knights on the horse suddenly sat unsteadily, and many of them fell directly to the ground, falling to the ground.

The yellow-bearded middle-aged man was one of the few who could maintain his balance on the back of a man standing upright, but he did not answer immediately, but tried to restrain his mount, and it took him two or three breaths to calm the panicked mount again.

Then, he looked up at the sky and saw a group of people standing there.

The corners of his mouth curled slightly, revealing a smile that was not easily noticed.

"Huang Fuzhi in Lower Liaoxi, I don't know what to call my seniors?" he said loudly, but some of his answers were incorrect.

"Old man Fang Donghuan. Fang Donghuan was going to ask friends and foes in one voice, if they came to find trouble, they would go down directly and kill them with one palm. Unexpectedly, after such a delay, Pan Long and others had already arrived, and it was too late to kill the killer.

He was in a bad mood, and there was naturally no kindness in his voice.

Huang Fuzhi was shocked when he heard this, and asked: "But when the Golden Palace asked about the Northern Expansion, Emperor Dinghai asked, 'How can mortals open the mountain without the power of demons, gods and Buddhas?', and replied, 'The affairs of the ancestors are unknown to the descendants.'" Only know that the hearts of the people are united, and the mountains can be moved. It was praised by Emperor Ding Hai as "the ambition to move mountains, which can be used as a model for future generations." 'Fang Yishan senior?"

What he said was the most proud thing in Fang Donghuan's life, although the old man was full of resentment, he couldn't help but stroke his beard with his hand when he heard the words, nodded slightly, and said with a smile: "The old man is a mortal, and he doesn't dare to be in the name of 'moving mountains'." It's just that friends in the rivers and lakes love me and call me 'Fang Yishan'. ”

Huang Fuzhi's heart beat twice, and he hurriedly looked at Pan Long and the others.

Lu Xi'an opened his mouth and said: "I am Lu Xi'an, the general of Xiangping Mansion, and the young man next to me is the new Wind Patrol Division's Youzhou Wind Observation Envoy Pan Long......"

He gushed endlessly, introducing more than a dozen real grandmasters one by one, but in the end, he deliberately emphasized: "We are here to investigate the attack on Zeng's family. But we are inconclusive, no matter whether the final investigation results in the punishment of chivalry or thugs, in short, we only need the truth and do not ask anything else. ”

At first glance, this may seem reasonable, but in fact it hints at his attitude.

Zeng's family was attacked, a manor was razed to the ground, most of a city was destroyed, and the head of the family, Zeng Yingqi, and more than 200 other clansmen were killed, which can be described as a heavy loss.

In this case, Lu Xi'an opened his mouth to characterize this matter, but first said that "chivalrous punishment of evil" instead of "thugs commit murder", and the implication can be said to be clear.

When Fang Donghuan heard this, he immediately frowned, and was about to speak.

But Huang Fuzhi was already overjoyed, and said loudly: "The younger generation is a group of people who have a blood feud with the Zeng family. When we heard that something had happened to the Zeng family, we were afraid that the enemy would die before us, so we hurried to find the enemy to settle the grievances, and that's it. ”

As soon as he said this, Fang Donghuan was immediately furious.

But without waiting for him to speak, Pan Long preemptively said: "If you want to settle the grievances, I can understand." But why are you here in mourning clothes? Could it be that you are ready to pay your respects after settling your grievances, and let go of all the past events?"

Fang Donghuan had to shut up.

Although everyone could see that Pan Long was deliberately protecting Huang Fuzhi and others, Pan Long's words were quite polite, and he was not good at attacking.

Huang Fuzhi hesitated a little - he was not a fool, of course he understood that Lu Xi'an and Pan Long were on his side, or at least friendly to him.

Everyone gave him the steps down, and it was said that he should go downhill along the donkey, admitting that he had come to seek revenge and condolences, and to put an end to the past.

But when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say anything.

The Huang family was also a big family in western Liaoxi in the past, with lush branches and leaves, and there were about 1,000 children and grandchildren. But because his main business was to do business with the Ice Plains ethnic group, he was called a Great Xia rebel by the radical faction led by the Zeng family, and was hostile and attacked everywhere, and finally in the middle of the night, a large group of people attacked with open fire.

After that night, there was not a single survivor of the Huang family in Liaoxi.

At that time, Huang Fuzhi was just a teenager, he hid under the bed, covered by the bed, and a wall above collapsed and covered him again, so that he could be regarded as unnoticed and escaped.

In the darkness, he heard the screams of his relatives and friends, and heard the triumphant cries of the thugs...... That scene still often comes to his dreams to this day, and he never dares to forget it.

Although he is now over sixty years old and is a respected innate master, deep down, he is still the boy who is frightened and grieved in the dark.

He hesitated several times, and finally closed his eyes and took several deep breaths before calming down.

When he opened his eyes again, there was no longer hesitation in his eyes, only determination.

"We're here for revenge. He replied in a calm tone that he was surprised by, "This mourning dress is worn by our relatives and friends who died at the hands of the Zeng family!"