"What's the matter, how can the officers and soldiers come!"

"It must have been recruited by those three outsiders a few days ago, and I said that I shouldn't have taken in what I shouldn't have taken in at that time, but now you can take a look. ”

"What should I do, is it too late to go down from the back mountain now?"

"Don't be stunned, why don't you go to the village chief!"

“......”

Zhao Guting heard that the entrance of the village was noisy, and his heart was cold, so he guessed eight points, and hurriedly came to the entrance of the village, and saw several children, including Chunsheng, crying together, and had a rough understanding of what had happened, and immediately asked everyone to go back and bring the luggage that had been packed two days ago, the young man left, and the old and young left from the back mountain trail first.

The crowd sprang into action. The sound of rumbling horses' hooves came from far and near, and the old man looked at the windless forest below the mountain, his eyes solemn.

"How did you come so quickly......

After all, the speed of the villagers could not keep up with the well-trained elite soldiers, and less than half of the old and young left the back mountain, and the soldiers below the mountain had firmly surrounded the entire village, and not a single dog was released.

Zhao Guting did not leave first, but took the remaining villagers to the entrance of the village to brake quietly. At the same time, Zhao Guting was also carefully observing the group of people in front of him, wearing black armor, tall horses, holding spears, their clothes were not ordinary officers and soldiers, and there were several inconspicuous black-clothed people behind the team, and the entire team was lined up in front of a gloomy killing atmosphere, which is not an exaggeration to say which vassal king's personal guard army. Putting up such a battle, it can be seen that someone has really paid a bloody amount for this killing.

Zhao Guting took a step forward, pretending to be confused, and said: "Zhao Guting, the people, is the head of this hundred miles pavilion. I don't know what a few military masters are doing here?"

The soldiers turned over and dismounted, and the man at the head was obviously experienced in battle, not good at words, and accustomed to deeds and deeds. Immediately, with a wave of his hand, one of the subordinates pushed out a woman, and everyone saw that this person was Chunsheng's mother, and the other took out a piece of drawing paper with a portrait of Liu Hui painted on it.

The black-armored man glanced at the portrait on the paper and asked, "Have you ever seen this person?" ”

Everyone saw that the person on the portrait was Mr. Liu, who was rescued in the village a few days ago, and suddenly showed surprise, but Zhao Guting said categorically: "Our village is far away from the city, and we rarely see outsiders. There are no living people visiting these days, and I haven't seen anyone in this portrait. ”

The man saw that the villagers behind Zhao Guting had a different face, and his heart was suspicious, and his eyes were suddenly sharp.

Seeing this, Zhao Guting added: "If the military master doesn't believe it, he can go into the village to check. ”

The birds in the forest cried, and a man in black behind everyone stretched out his withered right hand, and a palm-sized bird broke through the crowd and landed on the fingers of the man in black. Zhao Guting's face was suddenly sad, he was naturally well-informed when he was young, how could he not know the origin of this bird.

This bird comes from the south, the whole body is jet black, only the hair on the neck has a circle of silver white, so it is called "silver ring chasing" by the northern people. The north is vast, and the herdsmen hunt with eagles and dogs, so a group of good people who boil eagles and dogs were born. In such a run-in, all kinds of skills evolve rapidly, and the eagle is not limited to the eagle in the north, but more of the target is turned to some small and common bird species in the south, which is used to transmit letters and explore intelligence, and this is the most sensitive and easy to train with the "silver ring chasing". But the so-called Yi Xun is only relatively speaking, and the children of ordinary families simply do not have the financial resources to afford to raise a skilled eagle boiling master, let alone whether there is that kind of interest.

The man in black stared at the bird for a while, then stretched out his hand to release the bird back into the forest, stepped forward, whispered to the man in black armor, and then retreated.

Zhao Guting narrowed his eyes, now that he thinks about it, it is difficult to escape today, it is better to face it calmly, but his heart is relieved, and now he thinks about it, he just wants to beg those villagers who escaped from the back mountain not to enter the tiger's mouth again.

The armored man sneered, pulled out the long sword at his waist and swung it at the woman beside him, and immediately blood splattered on the spot, and the woman looked frightened, and fell to the ground in a daze, gushing out a pool of blood.

The whole process happened between the lightning and flint, and the eyes of dozens of people in the village trembled, and they lost their minds for a moment, and then they were so frightened that they screamed everywhere.

"Chunsheng damn it!" someone in the crowd cried, picking up the sickle with red eyes and trying to rush out and burn the man's jade, but was hugged by the people around him. The whole crowd was in a mess.

The old man closed his eyes tightly, his lips trembled, and he couldn't bear to look at it again.

The man lifted the spear, made a round round in the air, and finally pointed to the tip of Zhao Guting's nose, and said word by word: "Hand over the person." ”

The old man hugged his hands in front of his abdomen, his face did not change, and he said lightly: "What kind of person, the old man doesn't know." ”

The armored man sneered, no longer said more, waved his big hand, dozens of armor soldiers behind him drew their swords out of their sheaths, and the villagers were frightened and scattered, and the young man led by Zhao Dashi and Qiu Yu rushed forward with a knife, and the result was naturally self-evident, and in a blink of an eye, blood stained the mountains and forests. Many villagers were beheaded before they could speak, and dozens of people died without their bodies.

The old man had a plan in his heart, and always stood in place, without saying a word, with tears flowing down his eyes and crying silently.

The armored man sat aside and wiped the spear in his hand, not in a hurry to kill the powerless old man in front of him. He has been in the government for many years, specifically for the power of the DPRK and China to eradicate dissidents, and his hands are contaminated with hundreds of human lives, and his years of violence and wanton behavior have instead bred this interest in the despair of others before death, and he wants to let that person listen to the human tragedy before he dies, and there will be no peace on the Huangquan Road.

The village was full of corpses and rivers of blood, and the man saw that the show was over, and finally raised the spear in his hand high, and laughed strangely: "Old man, today's events are no wonder to others, and it is not easy for a few brothers to wander around the rivers and lakes without their own help." I'll send you on your way. ”

The spearhead broke through the sky, and at the last moment, a black shadow fell from the sky, stepped on the spearhead with one kick, rushed forward, grabbed the neck of the armored man, lifted it high, and hit a tree, and the mountains and forests shook.

The armor soldiers stopped for a moment, and more than a dozen black-clothed men quickly stepped forward to surround the figure, signaling the armor soldiers behind them to stand by. Within seconds, the armored man who was desperately struggling in mid-air lost his life and stopped moving.

The uninvited guest didn't seem to realize that the armored man was dead, and his forearm suddenly exerted force, pinching his throat straight and cutting it, and then slowly let go, and the man's body fell to the ground like a puddle of mud, and his head and body were spliced together in a strange arc.

The old man Zhao Guting slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw this familiar figure, he suddenly burst into tears, and he was very excited, and then he frowned sadly and looked up to the sky and sighed. There are dozens of soldiers in the opponent's Jianghu Killer Army, how can this black-robed man turn the situation around?

Yin Youcheng looked angry, and the saber on his waist was unsheathed three inches, but he didn't pull it out for a long time. Yin Youcheng knew that once the knife was drawn, the consequences would be out of control, he hesitated again and again, and finally put the knife into the sheath, took out the piece of Balinbi from his arms with trembling hands, and turned to look at the few black-clothed people who were about to go to the road, his eyes were cold, and his voice was cold.

"King Jin is dead, I don't care what the forces behind you are, don't anger the people in this matter. How about we finish it for today, and each side takes a step back?"

Everyone only said that the man who appeared out of nowhere was weak and timid, so he became more and more arrogant. A man in black took a step forward, and he laughed strangely, his voice hoarse and low, like a dying person, extremely weird: "Ignorant child, since you know about this, how can you be allowed to live?"

Yin Youcheng noticed the surging popularity of the black-clothed man, and immediately made a decision, stomped on the ground with his right foot, and the whole person climbed up along the trunk of the tree. Unexpectedly, the surroundings were completely surrounded by black-clothed people, and even the treetops were squatting and guarding several people, each holding a sword and rushing over to kill. Yin Youcheng dodged back and forth, but he was able to avoid the attacks of several people, but he was forced to the ground and besieged by several black-clothed killers in turn, and was soon beaten to the ground and embarrassed.

After another confrontation, Yin Youcheng took advantage of the situation to sell a flaw, and after dodging a sword, he took the opportunity to push it out of the chest of the man in black, and then his body retreated sharply, distancing himself from everyone. On the other hand, the man in the middle palm took nearly thirty steps back before he stabilized his figure, and the qi and blood in his body could not be calmed down for a long time, and his expression gradually became hideous.

The strength of the black-robed man who was killed halfway was obviously beyond everyone's imagination. These dozen or so black-clothed people are all famous professional killers in the court on the rivers and lakes, and at the moment, several people join forces to besiege one person and can't get half of the benefits, of course, this does not mean that several people will be like a big enemy, after all, there is only one person on the other side, and even the physical strength can't support this consumption. Just in case it was too late, the man at the head said in a strange voice: "Boy, I don't know what kind of skills you used to get the Eight Linbi, but it saves us from looking around." Thinking of the love of the people in the rivers and lakes, you will be arrested obediently, and I will leave you with a whole corpse. ”

Yin Youcheng's right hand pressed on the hilt of the knife, and the previous set of reasoning was just that he had some concerns, and he just wanted to calm things down as soon as possible, and he didn't want his opponent to be arrogant and aggressive. Yin Youcheng naturally knows that what this group of outlaws are doing is the tip of the knife licking blood, he has always recognized money and not people, how the master tells the next person to act, it is obviously unrealistic to find another way out at the moment, if this knife is out of the sheath, he will inevitably be burned, after all, his purpose of going to Tianjing is far more than this, but if he is cornered, he doesn't mind tearing his face here.

The two sides suddenly tensed, and several black-clothed people saw that Yin Youcheng didn't say a word, but said that he was still stubbornly resisting, and then rushed forward. Yin Youcheng's body did not retreat, but advanced, the long knife in his hand was out of the sheath inch by inch, but the tip of the knife had not yet left the sheath, and suddenly a white light flashed, piercing the chest of a man in black, and nearly half of the sword body was nailed to the wall, trembling incessantly.

Yin Youcheng looked up in surprise, only to see a white figure carrying a bookcase passing overhead, passing through everyone, and landing steadily on the hilt of the sword, not moving at all.