A feathered arrow broke through the oncoming wind, drew a tricky trajectory in the air against the direction of the wind, and slammed into the forehead of a yellow sheep.

The yellow sheep fell with the arrow, riding on the horse, and the immortal warlock holding the antler bow in one hand still maintained the posture of letting go of the strings, but the hand holding the bow was knotted with the finger of urging the Rokka arrow, and there was no intention of covering it up at all.

The guards who were accompanying Wei Ye, except for Li Daxiong, who was an honest man and really didn't have such a cheeky face, the rest of the people were thunderous applause: "Wei Bing Cao Shen Shot!"

Wei Ye snorted lightly, raised his hand, and the newly made Liujia arrow nailed to the forehead of the yellow sheep came out, turned into an arrow shadow and threw it back into the cowhide quiver hanging behind Wei Ye's saddle.

He slapped the quiver and laughed loudly: "Don't just care about patting the official's ass! This Liujia Arc Heavenly Arrow Divine Technique is not a clever technique, and those who are successful in refining qi can practice it, which is much more convenient than training any military marksmanship." In the future, when I go into battle, I will also point out a team of warlocks! If you can all use the Liujia arrow, even if the overlord Xiang Yu is alive, when you meet this official, you will have to become a long-haired hedgehog!"

With such an informal boss, these guards are thunderous. For these guards, this top boss never carves anything on the salary, and his temperament is also magnanimous, and he does not have so much distinction between dignity and inferiority when serving. Rushing to kill, and always standing in front, there is also a pair of unparalleled supernatural powers, as a big soldier, who doesn't feel more happy under such a general? Especially the newly surrendered Li Daxiong, this feeling is even more stark.

In the past few days, Wei Ye, who has finally had enough to stay at home, took more than 100 newly subdued subordinates to start cleaning up from all around the county according to the news sent out by the rangers.

Although the four counties of Zhaowu, Shichi, Chaidan, and Yalan that surrounded Jingde did not break out into a bloody commotion like Blackwater City, there were also local Zoroastrian scripture teachers who tried to unite to make a noise.

Since they are willing to die, Wei Ye is naturally willing to bury them. After being suppressed all the way, although his peach daughter was not damaged, the guards under his command were all cut with knives. On the post road, the heads of the leaders of the Zoroastrian religion are hung everywhere.

In the face of Wei Bingcao's elite, the four counties of Zhaowu, Shichi, Delete Dan, and Yalan are all lower counties, and the county magistrate is five hundred stones, and there is no room for resistance in front of Wei Ye. However, in terms of equipment supplementation, Wei Ye didn't look down on the little belongings of the arsenals in these places.

Speaking of goods, more than half of the property of the Qiang and religious people in Heishui City who were confiscated from the officials became Wei Bingcao's military assets. However, the productivity of this era is clearly there, except for the weapons carefully built by those famous craftsmen, the general military standard ring head knife, not to mention his Wei Dabing Cao, even these new guards under his command are a little disdainful.

This style also provoked these small counties to say small words behind them for a while: "Soldiers are proud soldiers, they will be fierce generals, and let's see, see how long you can be proud in the future!"

This bit of gossip fell on Wei Ye, and it was not as valuable as a fart. In this place of Liangzhou, it is not a day or two that the civil and military treat each other as enemies, which is the evil result of the struggle between the wealthy clan and the liuguan in Liangzhou since the Eastern Han Dynasty, and it will be difficult for anyone to explain it for a while. But compared to others, Wei Ye is the least afraid of these tricks made by rogue officials - once Zhaowu County played the trick of closing the city gate tightly and not allowing Wei Ye to stay overnight, but as a result, a few mixed yuan ruyi stones fell down, and any high-profile was dumb.

He waved his hand: "It's not early, camp on the spot!"

The more than 100 guards also held a few large carts, and immediately began to remove the tent on the cart and set it up for their own generals. The fried corn that was used as military food, the sauerkraut salt sauce that accompanied the food, and the old dried meat that served the village by passing by were taken out in the same way, and the yellow sheep was also dragged by the Huotou Army to be disemboweled.

Wei Ye jumped off the horse, but he didn't look at this busy scene, and said to Li Daxiong with his hands: "Li Sima, this official is going to meet an old acquaintance nearby, how about being a companion for me?"

Li Daxiong hugged his fists: "Bing Cao rest assured, there are subordinate officials, and the noble officials will be safe!"

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Under the setting sun, the lonely trees in the wilderness pulled down long shadows in the dim yellow, and there were burning wheels beside the road, drenched in the mud and bloodstains.

In the report of Rile County, what happened in this place has not been reported in detail. A few Zoroastrian scripture teachers instigated several half-pastoral and half-peasant naturalized Qiang tribes around them, cut down trees to block the road, and robbed and killed the refugee team who had fled from Wuwei. By the time Rile County got the letter of request for help from the pavilion chief who risked his death, this road was already a sea of corpses and blood, and the little officials sent by Rile County to deal with the aftermath finally only found a girl hidden by her parents from under a small car.

Such stories take place not only a thousand years ago, but also in a paradise full of voices of solidarity that has been used for more than 100 years in the Gregorian calendar. If it weren't for the news that the famous Wei Ye was about to march eastward, these thugs might have attacked the county seat of Rile next.

On the post road, which was full of devastation and had not yet been completely reorganized, even the post pavilion beside the road was burned by the disorderly parishioners, and Wei Ye stood by the road, watching the sunset in the distance.

At the end of the post road, someone drove a big car and slowly greeted Wei Ye's side, and the person who drove the car was singing a wild song that Li Daxiong couldn't quite understand:

"Five buckets of rice folded Peng Ze's waist, half a bowl of rice was subjected to Huaiyin's crotch, only Donglin melons were sold in front of the Baqiao, who was Bu Yanjun hexagram in Chengdu?

There was inevitably some ridicule in this song, Li Daxiong raised his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't say anything.

Wei Ye smiled slightly, stepped forward, but continued to sing:

"Vanity Fair, I also play tricks, Ban Dingyuan Feidu Yumen Pass, I didn't waste my white hair, but I pity Ma Xinxi's copper label is not worth the price of Hepu Zhu. It is better to hope that Merlin is thirsty to death than Wen Ji to play the beard. This body does not belong to Tao Tang Yu Xia, only one hand to play with the king of the picture, a glass of wine drunk Yuntai 28, I only put the peach daughter on the back, and the old Sima scolded several times on the "Tongjian". ”

In this unbearable little tune that Li Daxiong thought about, Wei Ye stepped forward, and the traveler who was driving the cart also jumped out of the car with a smile and bowed his hand: "Guest officer, we haven't seen each other for a long time." ”