Out of Antai Township, the post road of the Lutong Line has become wider and straighter, because the places passed are mostly plains. The only fly in the ointment is that there is still a hilly area of about ten miles halfway.

Because it is close to Tongchuan within 100 miles, it is already a range where soldiers can respond quickly, so the hill called Dupengling is rarely seen by bandits and robbers. Petty theft, roosters and dog thieves, that's everywhere.

Therefore, when you go to the Dupengling area, as long as you are not a lone traveler, you generally don't have to worry about anything. A caravan like the Silver Pond Society, which is not weak in defense and even attack, can almost be said to be foolproof when it crosses a small hill like Du Pengling.

Despite this, Deng Fujian, who secretly followed Ren Pingsheng last night, still very politely asked Ren Pingsheng to move out of the large bunker where the coachman and miscellaneous servants lived, and the caravan opened another elegant upper room for him. It's just that Ren Pingsheng politely refused, and he calmly told Uncle Jian about the result of the hexagram calculation, and told him that no matter what, don't disclose that he is different from ordinary miscellaneous servants, and there is no need for special treatment during the journey.

The next day, Lin Dexiang, the bald head who drove a truck with Ren Pingsheng, felt that his skills in driving and doing chores had an extremely extraordinary performance, and even gave a "top Tongchuan City" evaluation, I am afraid it is not an exaggeration. You must know that such a rapid convoy of cars and horses is already very rare on the Tongchuan Post Road. Not only was this difficult for the temporary coachmen to adapt, but even the original men and horses of the caravan needed to be commanded and supervised at all times.

Therefore, those black-clothed men with bulging backpacks and hidden blades kept galloping back and forth, tidying up their formations and urging them to march.

Whenever there is a slight mistake in the driver's driving, or the speed is behind, it will inevitably attract a scolding. The entire container convoy, just his Lin Dexiang's car, when those men in black rode by, they always gave a polite look, not to mention the command and training, and there was not even half a word of reminder.

Ren Pingsheng secretly scolded Uncle Jian for being pedantic, "Too old Jianghu, even if you have too much scruple about etiquette, it's not a good thing!"

The bald man's face was raised a few points, and the two healthy horses pulling the cart were driven by him like four hooves. Just when I saw the young man sitting next to him, he still looked ignorant for a long time, and he couldn't help but sigh. "I said, little guy, do what we do, learn more from my uncle. See, this bend and road, the road surface over the bumps and ditches, that is all craftsmanship, ordinary people, I don't bother to tell him. ”

After that, he looked at this good young man who should be diligent and inquisitive with an expectant face.

Ren Pingsheng smiled shyly, and when it came to this, if he didn't give face, it would really be to find fault, "Uncle Dexiang, if you don't teach me two hands, this will help you get started." ”

Lin Dexiang nodded approvingly, "Well, the boy is studious and good." If you want to talk about the skill of driving a horse, the key is to be bold and careful, in addition to the strength of the animal's feet and temperament, the weight of the frame, you must also know it well......

The conduction of this unique craft, once it starts, Ren Pingsheng only needs to nod his head from time to time, "Uh-huh, yes, yes......" a few times.

In this way, the long journey is not so boring.

When it reached the edge of the Dupont Ridge hills, the convoy first stopped. Huang Baiding and Uncle Jian stood side by side in front of the convoy, and after some discussion, they both felt that they should be able to pass through this ten-mile hill before it was dark. On the contrary, if you camp too early on the edge of the mountainous area where there is no village in front of you and no shop in the back, it is easy to lead to long nights, slack people's hearts, and it is difficult to respond to emergencies.

So Huang Baiding shouted and let the convoy continue to drive.

The Duponting Ridge hills are low soil slopes, not high, nor dangerous, like a slender green band that occasionally appears in the reckless plains. It's just that people are in the mountains, but it's another experience, only to see the mountain road bends, around the continuous mountains, the road side is densely shaded, the grass and trees are deep.

Ren Pingsheng's eyes were clear, looking at the lush mountains and valleys, only to see the evil spirit, in the lush mountains and forests, ethereal, far away following the movement of the convoy, like a ghost.

After entering the mountainous area, Uncle Jian, who had only been driving in front of the convoy, began to run back and forth in front of the convoy from time to time like those men in black. Every time I pass by the car that Lin Dexiang and Ren Pingsheng are riding together, I have to take a few more looks.

Although everyone knew that there was not much danger here, Uncle Jian, as the second-in-command of the caravan, was uncharacteristically cautious, so that the entire convoy began to be enveloped in a tense atmosphere.

Even the bald driver, who had been chattering all day, began to feel a little dry and kept silent.

As the mountain deepened, this was the fourth time that Uncle Jian had run back from the front. Seeing that Cangsang's old face approaching again, Ren Pingsheng nodded slightly. Uncle Jian got the letter, reined in the horse, immediately turned the horse's head, and went to the front of the army.

After a while, the old man Deng Fujian took two men in black and rode his horse to the back of the queue. Huang Baiding, the young master, still took the other three men in black and continued to open the way ahead. During the march, the men in black, but at some point, they had already put the long scimitar that was originally hidden in the backpack on their waists.

Suddenly, a shrill whistle sounded in front of the convoy.

The carriages and horses in front stopped one after another, and the more than ten cars behind continued to rush forward rapidly under the command of Uncle Jian and the man in black. The road was not wide enough, so the dozen or so cars drove directly onto the roadside grass until they formed two rows with the carriages and horses in front, leaving a passage in the middle that was large enough to accommodate people and horses.

"Untie the reins, clear the way. Huang Baiding broke off and was concise and to the point. The more than 20 coachmen who originally belonged to the caravan had already begun to move, and they all untied the bridles of the carts.

These men, who looked like ordinary coachmen, were skilful and well-trained, and in a matter of moments, they had drawn all the nearly thirty horses into a dense row of boxcars. After the horses were settled, the division of labor was to be divided into half of the coachmen, and the other dozen or so coachmen quickly drew their iron-tired crossbows from under the carts from all over the place, and wound them up one after another, aiming at the deep and dense forests on both sides.

On the faces that originally seemed to be honest, they suddenly became fierce and waiting.

Ren Pingsheng nodded silently - it is really powerful, these container trucks are higher than the horse's back, so that they are ambushed, and the bandits' bows and arrows are not easy to hurt the horses and coachmen.

In front of the convoy, Huang Baiding and three men in black had already drawn their swords out of their sheaths. The cold-shining scimitar lay in front of him, scattered and vigilant on all sides. In the cordon of four people, five strong men, armed with sharp axes and hand saws, are clearing the blocked road.

On the main road, more than a dozen trees that have been cut down are scattered horizontally. It is extremely difficult to clear the trees that are cut down directly, and if you do not cut off the branches, it will not be easy to move them no matter how strong you are, but if the whole team of people and horses go to pout their butts to move trees and clear the way, for the people who set up the ambush, it will be a herd of pigs and sheep to be slaughtered. It only takes a strong bow to shoot through, and you can clean up a mess.

Laying out such a battle is obviously not an ordinary thief, and it is impossible to simply make a small fortune.

Because, to intercept such a powerful caravan, once the posture is opened, the battle is together, it is a fierce battle of life and death.

Uncle Jian, who had already arrived behind the convoy, divided into two ways with two black-clothed soldiers, entered the woods on both sides of the avenue, and with the help of tree cover, began to outflank and search for the enemy's traces from back to front.

Perhaps it was the team's smooth reaction and seamless offensive and defensive arrangements that made the opponent a little unable to take measures, so since the blocking of the team, there has been no attack in the dense forests on both sides.