encountered this kind of thing before entering Miao Xinjiang, which really made Zhao Wu'an unexpected.

The people who rushed in couldn't help but say anything, and immediately held all kinds of weapons in their hands and killed the people in the shop. However, until the soldier standing by the door was pierced in the chest, Xu Rong's soldiers didn't even react.

When even four or five people were pierced in the heart and lungs, or beheaded, the corpses were killed on the spot.

The killings continued.

Most of Xu Rong's subordinates did not carry blades, and their swords and guns were hung on horseback, and they were parked outside in a row.

The incident happened suddenly, and Zhao Wu'an's first thought was to protect An Qing behind him and send her to the back kitchen. And with Zhao Wu'an, An Qing, who was used to killing, seemed to be used to such a situation, and when she saw the tragic situation happening, she didn't scream, but just let Zhao Wu'an pull it and retreated.

The men of the Feique Battalion are also real men, and after realizing that something is wrong, they all do not retreat but advance, and fight hand-to-hand with the people who rush in, taking the sword with their bare hands to block the sword, and even though the blood on their hands does not stop, they just roar and continue to fight forward.

The proprietress of the hotel couldn't stand it for a long time, and screamed in fright, so she shrank behind the counter and shivered. Zhao Wuan took An Qing, escorted by Xu Rong, and took him to the back kitchen.

"These godsends, I don't know who sent them, in short, brother, you go first, something big happened, we Feique camp is covered, and when I see someone, I will help shout, I Xu Rong will recognize you as a brother in my life!"

After all, the bare hands are no match for real swords and guns, and the scouts of the Feique Battalion are brave and good at fighting one by one, but more and more people continue to fall. The murderers with white blades also gradually approached.

The team of people who came in was also dressed in armor, and the color was the same as that on Xu Rong and the others, but the format was slightly different, the sharp eagle carving on the shoulders was changed to round armor, and the number of chains on the waist was also slightly different.

After several contacts, both sides saw that they were all iron-beaten men who had really practiced in the barracks, and they were unequivocal about grabbing the white blade with their bare hands, but because the place was too small, it was inconvenient to use the blade, and the side that suddenly attacked was also a little difficult. Under the crowding, he was really snatched a few blades by the Feique Battalion, and he was killed vividly.

Xu Rong pulled the woman who was cowering behind the counter, hugged her in his arms, and then pushed Zhao Wu'an.

"Qingniang, she will be handed over to you to take care of first...... I'll see you again alive!"

After speaking, without waiting for the young lady to respond, Xu Rong took a deep look at Zhao Wu'an, turned his head and lifted a bench, and smashed it against the few people who came in without saying a word.

Zhao Wu'an knew that he was bearing Xu Rong's hope, not to mention that he didn't know how many people there were on the other side, and it would be useless to make a move, so he could only pull An Qing with one hand and the boss with the other, and run to the back kitchen.

"Rong Lang!" The woman known as Qing Niang wanted to break free from Zhao Wu'an's shackles and chase after Xu Rong.

Where could Zhao Wu'an let her slip away like this, so he had to say offended, pulled the second daughter, and slammed the door of the back kitchen with his back.

The back kitchen is not small, almost half the size of the front hall, which is full of all kinds of fresh ingredients, there are several large slices of beef, scattered and hung on ropes, and there are still embers under the big iron pot.

The back door is still open, perhaps because there is no one to visit in the mountains, and the proprietress is also relieved to leave the empty kitchen porch wide open.

Zhao Wu'an dragged the two of them and rushed out, sprinting all the way up the hill. Of course, he doesn't have to be afraid of these people with his skills, but now that he has promised Xu Rong to protect the life of the boss's wife, he can't let it go.

Ling Zhixiao has already learned from the past, and Zhao Wuan is never willing to live up to the expectations of others.

When rushing halfway up the mountain, Zhao Wu'an glanced back at the path in front of the hotel, only to see dozens of fast horses crowded on the path, spraying white mist from his nose, and a flag painted with a double magpie pattern fluttering in the wind, no one to protect the flag.

Zhao Wuan's mind moved slightly.

Running halfway up the mountain, An Qing came back to her senses, and her expression was not as surprised as before, while the young lady who was being pulled by Zhao Wu'an was still talking about Rong Lang, obviously worried deeply and reluctant to give up.

It obviously doesn't make sense to have a bunch of people fighting in that inn.

Glimpsing a cave in front of him, Zhao Wu'an urged the second daughter to hide inside, and turned around twice in front of and behind the mountain, and after confirming that there was no hidden danger, he still unloaded the Luo Shen sword box, which was as important as his life, and put it next to An Qing.

An Qing raised her eyes: "You want to ......"

"Luo Shen Sword Box has the sword intent in the box, and if I inject three points of my true qi, I can let it envelop the surrounding five zhang. As soon as this box sounds a warning, you flee immediately. Zhao Wu'an's tone was serious.

An Qing's eyes widened: "Do you want to bring this sword box to save the Feique camp?"

"I'm already a second-grade master, no problem. Zhao Wu'an said lightly, "If someone comes, don't care about this sword box, you just go directly." ”

An Qing was so shocked that she couldn't speak.

How important the Luo Shen Sword Box was to Zhao Wu'an, An Qing understood best. Back then, under the ancient tomb of Qingdi Township, even if An Qing fell to ashes, he would first pay attention to whether his sword box was intact.

And now, Zhao Wu'an, who once regarded the box as his life, told her to leave the sword box alone and go first.

An Qing noticed that her voice suddenly choked: "What is this...... Zhao Wu'an, you must give it to me...... Come back alive!"

His eyes were red and swollen all of a sudden, and tears were rolling desperately in them. Zhao Wu'an smiled bitterly and patted her head gently.

"It's all nonsense. Don't worry, I won't die so early before I reach Miaojiang. Oh yes, hold this young lady, don't let her run around. ”

When dragging her out, Zhao Wu'an found that she had been clicked on the acupoint, and thinking about it, Xu Rong could only restrain her while hugging. After all, a woman who is in charge of eating dozens of men all day long will never be powerless, and if she really wants to run, Zhao Wu'an will have to work hard to stop her.

After a dragonfly kiss between An Qing's eyebrows, Zhao Wu'an flew back to the hotel.

The fighting sound in the store is already very weak, but there is still the sound of tables and chairs. Zhao Wu'an went straight to the gate, only to find that the double magpie flag from a moment ago had disappeared, and even the number of horses with him was much less.

Casually drawing an iron knife from the scabbard on the side of a war horse, Zhao Wu'an kicked open the half-leaning door panel.

However, the store was already empty.

The tables and chairs were completely messy, dozens of corpses lay randomly in the shop, and the soldiers in two different sets of armor were pillowing each other's hands and legs, and blood was pouring down.

Obviously, the murderer has escaped, and this place is empty.

The lonely shop in the deep mountains is lonely, and there is an unknown wind blowing from the slope, setting off the white-clothed monks like waterfall ink hair.

His clothes were lightly raised, and a strand of hair covered his eyebrows.

Zhao Wu'an lowered his head and gritted his teeth. The iron long knife in his hand trembled slightly, and with a soft sound, a crack appeared at the swallowing place, and then it was like a poisonous snake winding, densely covering the blade.

Throwing the crushed iron knife to the ground lightly, letting it turn into a pile of scrap iron fragments, Zhao Wu'an squatted down and probed the sniffs of those soldiers one by one.

He had always hated such scenes the most.

Mountains of corpses and a sea of blood, struggling to find life, often hopelessly returning, lost souls, and sitting for a long time before remembering who they are and why they are here.

But I can't stop, but I have to keep moving forward. If he doesn't move, more people will die.

At the door leading to the back kitchen, Zhao Wu'an saw Xu Rong. The man held the door with his own body. He did a good job, and until the end, no one walked through that door.

Zhao Wu'an's expression was sad, and he staggered over the corpse and approached the man who was leaning against the back kitchen. Xu Rong's eyes were closed, his delicate face was covered with blood, and his silver armor was also mottled.

Just in front of the half-pillar of incense, Xu Rong was still patting his chest, and he had to pay for his treat.

Zhao Wu'an trembled and stretched out his hand, wanting to probe his snort.

But suddenly he was caught.

The man who had been lying motionless in the corpse seemed to suddenly come to life, gasping for breath, and his eyes suddenly became smart, and he quipped, "What's the matter?"

Zhao Wu'an was grabbed by him, and he was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses.

Xu Rong did not die. On the contrary, he lived well, and the blood on his face was not his own, but from the wounds of the enemy.

"What's going on?" Zhao Wu'an said stunned.

"Those guys are just some showmanship, and they obviously have the upper hand, but when we stabilized our position, we all fled one by one, and the brothers had already pulled up their horses and chased after them. I was so tired from fighting before, I leaned against the door and took a nap. ”

Xu Rong said, laughing as if he was smug, and scolded: "A group of little kings and eight lambs, I don't know how thick the sky is, and I Feique Camp is also something he can provoke?"

Zhao Wu'an's face was sad and joyless, but there was something unpleasant in his heart, and he felt like he had been deceived.

As if sensing that Zhao Wu'an's expression was different, Xu Rong waved his hand and said, "I really don't know anything about this matter. Originally, the Feique Battalion was patrolling the border, and it was impossible for them to be attacked and killed like this, and I will definitely find out about this matter, and the dead brothers will never let them die in vain. ”

Zhao Wu'an's expression softened slightly. Recalling the posture of those soldiers who came in, Zhao Wu'an asked, "Do you know who they are?"

"I haven't seen it before, but looking at the round board on the shoulder, it should be the battle armor on Miao Jiang's side. Xu Rong said in a deep voice.

Zhao Wu'an turned his head and glanced at the corpse a few times.

This kind of thing, if An Qing is allowed to do it, he must have retched more than once he saw it, Zhao Wuan and Xu Rong are both people who have experienced a lot of life and death, although such a scene is touching, but it is not strange for a long time.

Miao and Han people look not far apart, especially soldiers like Xu Rong, who have been exposed to the wind and sun in the border for a long time, and they look closer to the Miao people. It's hard to tell the difference just from the appearance.

Zhao Wu'an asked again: "There is a flag embroidered with a pair of magpies with wings spread on it, have you ever seen it?"

"Isn't that the flag of our Flying Magpie Battalion? Xu Rong didn't know why.

Zhao Wu'an listened, realized that this matter was not trivial, and contemplated it. Whether it was a pursuit or a retreat, it was clear that no side should have taken the heavy battalion flag with them. Besides, leaving Xu Rong, as the commander, here alone without anyone to accompany him, is really not like the practice of the regular army.

Before Zhao Wu'an could question the Feique Camp, Xu Rong was already concerned: "Qingniang, is she okay?"

Zhao Wu'an shook his head: "It's in the back mountain, this can take you there." ”

"Good. Xu Rong nodded and stretched out his hand to Zhao Wu'an. Zhao Wu'an hesitated slightly, then reached out and lifted him up.

"Thank you, brother. Dare to ask my brother's name?"

"Zhao Wu'an, a layman. Zhao Wu'an replied absent-mindedly.

"Today's events, Xu Rong must remember them in his heart. Glancing around at the former comrades who fell in the hotel, a sad look also appeared between Xu Rong's eyebrows, "First find the young lady and them, confirm that they are safe, and then trouble Zhao Jushi, and I will dig these robes and bury them, and put them in the ground." ”

Zhao Wu'an nodded lightly, went out with Xu Rong, and walked towards the back of the hill by the road.

Behind Zhao Wu'an, inadvertently, Xu Rong quietly clenched his fists.

"How dare you kill my Flying Magpie Camp here...... I, Xu Rong, will let him pay for his blood debts!"

Zhao Wu'an, who was walking in front, heard this and didn't say anything, but a puzzled light flashed in his eyes.