Seeing that Ye Feng lowered his head and was speechless, Song Hu said coldly: "Actually, it doesn't matter if this old lama is sent by you to assassinate Ben Hou. The important thing is that after today, Lanzhou City, an important town in the northwest built by King Su, will become a ghost town!"

His words were full of Sensen's murderous aura, and Ye Feng's heart felt chills for a while.

He believed that Song Hu would definitely be able to do what he said.

From the massacre of this group of refugees just now, it can be seen that these sergeants under Song Hu are ruthless, obedient, and have no mercy, and they are all fierce generals who have rolled in blood and fire countless times on the battlefield.

On the battlefield, the two armies faced each other, fighting for their lives, and they were accustomed to seeing blood and life and death, and human life became the most inconspicuous thing. At this time, people's hearts will gradually become numb, and they only want to survive.

And the only way to survive on the battlefield is to obey orders! Therefore, these sergeants have no feelings in their hearts, there is no right or wrong, they only have orders in their eyes!

They have become the most terrifying killing machine, and the activation mechanism of this machine is in Song Hu's hands!

Song Hu's face gradually showed a mocking look, and said: "Is Ye Gongzi sad for these dead pariahs? In fact, you were also one of the hundred households in the Jinyi Guard before, and you had served in the military, so you should have seen such a bloody and cruel battlefield." ”

Speaking of this, he suddenly paused, with a suddenly realized expression: "Oh, Benhou forgot that Jinyiwei will not go to the battlefield." Ye Gongzi's greatest ability over the years is to follow behind your father, who served as the commander of the Jinyi Guard, to investigate those strange and suspicious cases, to arrest those corrupt officials and corrupt officials, where do you have time to go to what battlefield? You have never seen the cruelty and bloodshed on the real battlefield, and you have never seen how small human life can be on the battlefield. ”

Ye Feng still lowered his head and didn't speak, Song Hu was right, he really hadn't experienced a real battlefield before, and he hadn't seen such a brutal massacre.

Song Hu looked at Ye Feng at this time, and suddenly smiled and said, "Actually, Ben Hou still admires you, you are the most courageous person Ben Hou has ever seen." Knowing that there was an old feud between us, he dared to come to the barracks as a lobbyist, and now he rode alone in front of Benhou's army, are you really not afraid of death, or do you think that you have nine lives like a cat?"

He burst out laughing, and the sergeants in the formation behind him let out mocking laughter.

In their eyes, the man standing in front of them alone was simply insane, and his actions were tantamount to using his mantis arm as a car, and trying to crush him and step over his corpse was almost as simple as stepping on an ant.

Ye Feng was not affected by their ridicule, if he was still nervous and scared in his heart when he first stood in front of this thousands of troops just now, now he felt calm, and there was no trace of fluctuation.

He raised his head to look at Song Hu and asked softly, "Little Hou Ye, do you really believe it?"

Song Hu's laughter stopped abruptly, and he didn't hear Ye clearly

Kaede's words, a little surprised, asked rhetorically, "What? What did you say?"

Ye Feng had no more waves in his heart at this time, and felt that his heart was as clear as a mirror, he raised his voice and asked again: "Little Marquis, do you really believe that the death of the old Marquis is related to His Royal Highness King Su?"

Song Hu didn't expect him to ask this question at this time, and he was obviously a little surprised for a moment.

Ye Feng looked directly at Song Hu and asked like a cannon: "You don't have a single bit of empirical evidence, and you don't even really understand the relationship between your father, the old marquis, and King Su, just relying on some speculations that catch the wind and shadows, you believe such a nonsensical rumor?"

Song Hu's face obviously showed a hesitant expression, in his heart, he was indeed not completely sure.

"Or," Ye Feng's voice suddenly raised an octave, "Do you really believe that you can easily guess the emperor's thoughts?" Are you so sure that the emperor will really believe your set of words, and will not pursue the death of his brother and your evil deeds of slaughtering the city, and let it go easily?

Song Hu's face became more and more ugly, from the hesitation and hesitation at the beginning, now he began to feel shocked.

This Ye Feng is really terrifying, in just a few words, every question hit the main point of his plan with great accuracy, which made his originally extremely firm confidence shaken a little, and his self-confidence was shaken.

He even felt that the sense of superiority that he had originally been riding on a horse and looking down on the other party from a high place when facing Ye Feng was gone, and he felt a trace of panic from the bottom of his heart.

This man must not be allowed to continue!

Because he is now a tiger, he can't turn back, and he has no choice but to send it! Even if he is wrong, he can only make a mistake to the end.

He didn't answer Ye Feng's question, but silently raised a hand and clenched his fists.

This was a signal, he knew that in the military array behind him, there were already countless strong bows and arrows aimed at this seemingly weak Ye Gongzi, as long as his fist waved, the person in front of him would be immediately shot like a hedgehog.

The previous poison had not been able to poison him, but this time, it would never miss again!

The confidence in Song Hu's heart regathered bit by bit.

For this Ye Feng in front of him, he hated this person very, very much, whether it was because of the old grudges when he was a child, or the rumors that boasted about this person in recent years, or even the few point-to-point questions about him just now, all made him particularly disgusted with this person.

Seeing him being shot alive as a hedgehog in front of him must have been a very pleasant thing!

But just as he was about to shake his fist, he heard an old and languid voice coming to him: "I advise you to put your hand down, otherwise I can guarantee that it will never belong to you again." ”

Song Hu was taken aback, there was an invisible majesty in this voice, and there was a kind of shocking power, which was by no means

Ye Feng's voice!

The voice came from behind Ye Feng, and even Ye Feng himself turned his head in surprise, and when he saw the person standing behind his horse clearly, he couldn't help but blurt out: "Seventh Uncle!"

This person's gray beard, wearing a shabby hat, and wearing a poor linen shirt, is the Mo family's giant Mo Qizhong, who has never appeared today!

He slowly walked out from behind Ye Feng's horse, a pair of viper-like eyes under the hat stared coldly at Song Hu, and Song Hu couldn't help but shudder when he saw the sharp eyes.

The horror in Song Hu's heart at this time really can't be expressed in words.

Just now, I only saw Ye Feng riding out of the city gate alone, when and how did this mysterious old man get behind Ye Feng? Why are so many pairs of eyes staring, but they don't even see it?

It was as if he had come out of the soil and suddenly appeared there, but Song Hu knew in his heart that this old man was definitely not the same as the long-eyebrow old lama who wanted to deal with him just now, he must be a stranger with peerless martial arts!

He was able to suddenly come behind Ye Feng unconsciously, with his ghost-like body, if Song Hu wanted to forcibly attack, he was afraid that before he could swing his fist, he would be cut down by this old man, although, the old man in front of him looked like he had empty hands and was unarmed, and he couldn't see where the weapon on this old man's body was hidden at all.

After hesitating for a moment, Song Hu's raised fist slowly put it down.

Mo Qizhong seemed to be very satisfied with his obedience, lowered his head, and those viper-like eyes were no longer staring at him, Song Hu felt secretly relieved in his heart.

I don't know if Ye Feng knew that he had just walked back and forth on the ghost gate, but when he walked past him, he said to Song Hu with passion: "No matter what kind of grievances there are between the little marquis and His Royal Highness King Su, who is right and wrong, will have their own judgment in the future." I only hope that the little marquis will look at the hundreds of thousands of innocent people in Lanzhou City, put their lives first, and be able to temporarily withdraw from the army, restrain the horse from the precipice, and don't insist on going his own way and making a big mistake!"

Song Hu snorted coldly from his nostrils, but he immediately glanced at Mo Qizhong who was standing on the side with palpitations, and it was inconvenient for a while, so he could only endure it for the time being.

He now began to regret that he had underestimated Ye Feng at that time, and he didn't expect that he would have a master to help him, so he came out of the formation and met him in front of the formation.

If he was still in the military formation, then if he wanted to get rid of Ye Feng in front of him, it would be like stepping on a bed bug. However, now his subordinates are still a hundred steps away, and this old man with a ghostly body in front of him can restrain himself at any time.

Song Hu couldn't help but snort a little stupidly.

Mo Qizhong didn't pay attention to him anymore, just stood there with his head down, as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with him, and he didn't even bother to look up at Song Hu again.

Song Hu looked at Mo Qizhong with both eyes, but said to Ye Feng in his mouth: "Are you coercing Benhou now?"

Do you know that even if something happens to Ben Hou, the army behind Ben Hou will still raze Lanzhou City to the ground, and there will be no chickens and dogs left!"

To be honest, Ye Feng didn't know when and how Mo Qizhong appeared behind him, before he just wanted to delay the time for Song Hu to launch the siege, and he didn't have any other ideas.

But in the current situation, he felt that there were some other possibilities.

With Mo Qizhong's ghost-like body method, it is now easy to restrain Song Hu, the little marquis who is far away from the protection of the military array, once Song Hu is hostage in his hands, these tiger and wolf masters under his command will definitely throw a mouse taboo, and they will definitely not dare to act rashly.

Maybe this is a method worth trying, Ye Feng felt a little moved.

He raised his eyes to look at Mo Qizhong, who was standing silently aside, and called, "Seventh Uncle!"

Mo Qizhong raised his head, as if he already knew his thoughts, smiled at him, and said a strange word: "Don't worry, look!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the mountains and forests on the side of Lanzhou City.

(End of chapter)