There is such a group of swordsmen, the knife in their hands is not slower than others, the words in their mouths are sweeter than ordinary people, they are good at bluffing, and they know how to act when they see opportunities, but it is difficult for them to find long-term jobs, not because they are too stupid, on the contrary, but because their brains are too smart and their legs and feet move too fast.

In a word, these swordsmen never fight hard battles.

The fight was like a ritual for him, with both sides taking turns on stage to perform intricate tricks that included dazzling knife skills and impassioned rhetoric, with the best performers being the winners, and the well-behaved losers retreating on their own, even trumpeting the intensity and hardships of the matchup.

But when they encounter an unruly enemy who likes to play to the death, their only reaction is to touch the soles of their feet, and even if they have a ten-to-one advantage, they will not fight bravely.

They have no fixed organization, and their entry and withdrawal are all voluntary, but they have several common names, the most widely known being "Knife Matcher", and the word "match" is added in front of "Knife Player" to indicate that their knives are just ornaments.

"Life is worth more than anything. That's the motto of this group.

But life alone is not enough, they still need money, and if there are bluffing swordsmen, they naturally have bluffing customers, and the purpose of hiring them is not to fight, but purely to show off.

Unfortunately, there are not many such ideal customers, and the knife players still have to look around for work as knife makers.

War was supposed to be an opportunity for all swordsmen, Jinpeng Fort was greatly expanded, almost half of the swordsmen in the Western Regions were in the bag, and even the reckless young men who had never touched a knife could easily find a position in the army, only the swordsmen were blocked out of the barracks.

Unless faced with a real battle, there is no obvious difference between a knife player and a knife player, and there are often customers who do not know how to be deceived, hiring a knife player, but not enjoying the most basic protection.

Jinpeng Fort is knowledgeable, and the big and small hoods of the bodyguard industry in Biyu City voluntarily provide information to Jinpeng Castle to check for the Dubu King, screen out the cowardly and slippery knife players, and prevent these people from taking the entire army.

The swordsmen were indignant and deeply humiliated, but they did not dare to complain publicly.

This group of people also has a characteristic, they like gossip, believe in all kinds of rumors, I don't know who created such a rumor, saying that after the Jinpeng army enters the Xiaoyao Sea, there will be a shortage of soldiers stationed in various countries, this job is very easy, as long as the person with a knife can do it.

So, the knifemen temporarily woke up from the tavern, shouted "shopkeeper bookkeeping", marched to the sea in groups of three or five, followed the main force of the Jinpeng army, all the way to the capital of Huiguo, and finally gathered more than 200 people, which was simply a big gathering of knifemen.

But they still haven't been hired, Shangguan Jianyi when he was young, he also used to follow Shangguan to fight in the dirty streets and alleys of Nancheng, and he knows no less about this group of people than those big and small covers, he would rather hire fifty or sixty-year-old old peasants as soldiers than accept these black sheep.

The swordsmen are in a desperate situation, they don't have much money, they have exhausted their entanglements when they come to Huicheng, and they have no money left to return to Biyu City.

The tavern shopkeepers in Biyucheng breathed a sigh of relief, and Huicheng's counterparts quickly figured out the details of this group of knife players, so they specially formulated rules for knife players: never take credit.

That night, dozens of knife-wielding customers pooled their money to buy a jar of bad wine, and sullenly guessed the boxing order, and it seemed that half of them would only have fun with their noses.

Most of the soldiers were fighting on the South Bank, and they were the only ones in the tavern.

"We can't go on like this!" said a knifeman who hadn't drunk the wine as he slapped the table and said angrily, this is what he is good at.

"Yes, everyone has knives, why do people collect a lot of cash, we even have to take turns to drink?"

"The watchdog of the Jinpeng Army won't accept us, let's see what happens to them?"

The more everyone talked, the more unfair they felt, as if the fiasco of the Jinpeng Army was all due to the absence of them.

"Why didn't you think of joining the Dragon Army in the first place?" said someone in the crowd.

Why? Because they never participate in the defeated side, they don't do much money, and they don't even think about joining the Dragon Army a day in advance.

But the dragon army actually won, and the swordsmen were frustrated, and everyone felt that they intended to join the dragon king, but they were stopped by a fox friend and dog, so they didn't make the trip.

The conversation then turned to the dragon army, who focused not on the course of the war, but on how much silver the soldiers could get.

"I heard that the dragon king is very stingy, and the gold and silver are kept in his own hands, and he refuses to share a little bit of the piles of mountains into mountains. ”

"Fool, that was in the past, he was afraid that the money would be spent in vain if he lost the battle, but now that he has won, he can loot countless riches from the Jinpeng Army alone, if he doesn't divide it, he can't do it as a soldier. ”

The crowd drooled and fantasized about the division of the silver.

"It's too late to join the Dragon Army. ”

"The war is over, it's useless to join, you can't make meritorious contributions, where is the reward?"

"Who said that the war is over, the Jinpeng army is running, and the dragon army is chasing, this is ...... You all know that. ”

The swordsmen all looked pensive, and no one answered, the fact that the pursuit of the defeated soldiers was too dangerous and did not conform to their usual principles.

"I have a way, not only to be safe, but also to make a great contribution in front of the Dragon King, and to take revenge on the Jin Peng Army's contempt for us. ”

"Tell me, say it quickly. ”

"The bridge is not far from here, checkpoints have been set up on the north and south banks, easy to defend and difficult to attack, the people guarding the pass are local soldiers, timid, scared to run, if we take it, we only need to defend it for two or three days, the Jinpeng army can't cross the sea, it will have to be wiped out, you say, in front of the dragon king, is this a great merit?"

The knife player fell into contemplation again, but this time it was heartwarming.

"it!"

The knife-wielding players drew their knives, slashed on the table, and then rushed out, calling friends, preparing to seize the bridge and fall into the trap of the Jinpeng army.

They were so excited that they didn't even notice who had come up with the idea in the first place.

If it was in Biyu City, the experienced tavern keeper would not be intimidated by the exaggerated behavior of this group of people, but would stand by and turn around and sell every word he heard to those who needed it.

But this is Huicheng, and the shopkeeper will never meddle in his affairs.

Meng Mingshu came up with this plan, but when his cronies came back and reported that the big thing had been accomplished, he was a little unsure, and he had heard more or less about the swordsmen, "They ...... Okay?"

The cronies bowed their heads and remained silent.

Xiao Fengchai knew a little more about the knife matcher, and said with a smile: "Don't expect too much. But it's also good that at such times, inaction is the best policy, and it is a sin to appear too useful. ”

Meng Mingshu suddenly smiled, the Dragon King still needs the Meng family in the future, and he needs the second son of Meng, and it doesn't matter much whether he is satisfied with this return or not.

The panic in Huicheng was out of control, and after nightfall, the city gates were not closed, and people kept fleeing with their families and mouths, so when hundreds of thug-like swordsmen roared through the city gates, they were not hindered.

This seems like a good sign.

So, feeling that success was imminent, they already regarded themselves as the victorious dragon army, but whenever they encountered mules and horses, they couldn't help but say, they would go up and rob, and there were many people, but no one resisted.

The signs are getting better and better.

There is a checkpoint on both sides of the bridge, the south bank is thick and tall, the north bank is relatively simple, Shang Liao has already arrived one step ahead, the Huiguo generals guarding the pass open the door according to the agreement, as soon as they see Shang Liao, they kneel down with the soldiers, and say "See Your Majesty".

The prime minister did a good job, and these patriotic soldiers supported the independence of Xiaoyaohai and were willing to take risks.

There were dozens of Jinpeng soldiers guarding the checkpoint, all of whom were asleep at this time, and they didn't feel the ropes on their bodies, they didn't expect that their comrades, who were usually on duty side by side, would suddenly mix drugs into their diets.

A little after the third watch, two small boats came from the east, and the defenders on the shore had already run half away, and the remaining half had their backs to the sea, and afterwards they would claim that the night was too thick for them to see anything.

Shang Liao climbed the watchtower and shook the torch to give a signal, and the boat stopped on the shore, but did not immediately move out the contents inside.

Full of two boats of fierce fire bombs, Shang Liao didn't want to hand them over so quickly, he was waiting for the assurances made by Prime Minister Kang Guo.

A quarter of an hour later, a small group of men and horses galloped from the direction of Huicheng, and Prime Minister Kang Guo almost fell off his horse, stumbling and shouting, "It's me, open the door." ”

The prime minister was obviously frightened.

Some things are easier said than done, and it takes not only swords and courage to kill kings, but also the willpower to break free from the shackles of habit.

Looking at the king who had to bow down every day, the prime minister was flustered, and hesitated for a while before sending a secret message to the guard, the guard was very professional, and the problem was solved with two or three knives.

The prime minister cut off the head with his own hands, he didn't need to do it, but in order to hide his previous gaffe, he snatched the scimitar from the guard's hand and cut it down frantically like he did with an enemy who did not share the sky.

He knelt before the new king, his bloodied hands holding the head high as a guarantee of safety.

For a while, Shang Liao's heart was full of anger, the prime minister was also a child of the royal family, and he should have reserved a trace of respect for King Lao Kang, instead of being as excited as he was now, as if it was not the king's head, but a plate of delicious food.

Shang Liao is now the only King Kang, and the way he views the prime minister has changed significantly.

"Hmm. He replied coldly, turned and shook the torch, signaling a second time.

Fierce fire bombs were carefully carried onto the bridge and evenly placed on the bridge deck.

The soldiers guarding the bridge still had an impression of the first water battle, and looked at the balls with awe, and did not even dare to approach.

The soldiers at the south bank retreat to the north shore and look across with the new king of the free sea, and before long they will be greeted by the fleeing Jinpeng army, who will witness the fire of the bridge that has fled.

Shang Liao hoped that these deserters would still have a little bloodiness and would be able to turn around and fight against the water.

The Dragon King sent an army of 1,000 men to occupy Kangguo, which is the biggest threat, Shang Liao has already formulated a response plan, as soon as dawn, he will return to the navy, imprison all the soldiers of the five countries on the ship, and then block the water.

The dragon king's army of a thousand will be alone, either surrender to him or perish.

Everything is in plan, and Shang Liao begins to conceive of a more ambitious future.

The sound of hooves and shouts woke him up from his dreams.

"What's going on?" said Prime Minister Kang Guo, looking back nervously.

Nobody knows.

In the dark night, it seems that there are thousands of troops rushing in, but there is obviously no such a large army in the capital of Huiguo.

The acting skills of the knifemen reached their peak at this moment, with more than 100 people, using the cover of night to create the momentum of thousands of people.

"The dragon king's army has arrived, those who are not afraid of death come out for a decisive battle, and those who are afraid of death surrender quickly!"

The expressions of the prime minister and the guards changed suddenly, but no one's surprise was as good as Shang Liao.

He had been thinking about the thousand-strong army sent by the Dragon King, and suddenly, "this army" did not go to Kangguo, but directly attacked the north of the bridge.

The dragon king is still a step ahead, and all plans are paid for by the flow.

Shang Liao would not give up just then, he pulled out his scimitar, cut off the head of the prime minister next to him, and then said to the stunned guards: "If you believe me, you will join me in throwing yourself to the Dragon King, he promised me personally that he would give Xiaoyaohai independence." As for this person, he committed the crime of killing the king, and it is not a pity to die. ”

Shang Liao had only a dozen loyal guards around him, but there were nearly a hundred Huiguo soldiers, all of whom were stunned by this unexpected change, holding their weapons tightly in their hands, not knowing what to do.

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