The Valley of Despair was a well-known cliff-jumping martyrdom in Old Man Jin's book of martial arts with a bit of literary and fresh style, and it was also the name of a martial arts sect that did not enter the stream. The first is the sword and sword kung fu, and the second is the fishing net array arranged according to the direction of the eight formations of Qimen. It's just that this sect should have been created during the Tianbao period of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty, and there are still hundreds of idle years from the end of the Han Dynasty, where eunuchs were rampant and relatives were in chaos, and the ghost knows how these disciples of the Desperate Valley mixed into the Xiyuan Army at the end of the Han Dynasty.

The fishing nets in the Valley of Despair are made of very exquisite materials, which are made of human hair mixed with animal tendons and silver wires, which is the same as the life-saving vest production process on Lord Wei's body.

Human hair, animal tendons, and silver filaments are all extremely tough things, and both ductility and tensile resistance have been the best materials that people can find in the era of agricultural civilization with low technical level. As long as it weren't for those legendary domineering exotic treasure soldiers, it would be tantamount to a fool's dream to easily cut through such extremely tough fishing nets. Oh, Brother Chihu, the inventor of the heterotopic history of Greece and Rome, may not see it that way, but it has nothing to do with the people who are preparing to work hard.

Listening to the dense sound of arrows breaking through the air in front of him, Bi Yong's horse neighed and leaped up. This harrier, who should have firmly clamped the horse's belly with his legs, suddenly straightened his body, and his waist and abdomen suddenly exerted force, only to hear him scream, and his feet stepped on the saddle and stamped down forcefully, and his body had already swooped towards the wide open wolf's mouth, and the fishing net in his hand shook off like lightning, just covering the bloody mouth that was biting down towards him!

With a gray shadow on the body, the brave soldiers of the West Garden Army only heard a muffled pop after the hard-soled iron boots knocked against the heavy fur. Then, at the wolf's roar, the net twisted into the harrier's leader's hand, and turned into a thick and long rope, which struck the wolf's long, sharp mouth as tall as a hill like a chew on an unruly horse.

Even the most tame animals would feel how much inconvenience the chew in their mouths would cause them, let alone such a ferocious wolf, and felt the man holding the long rope lying tightly on the back of his neck, and the giant wolf jerked to his feet, trying to pull open the annoying rope that held its long beak with its front paws.

However, it is not only the rope on the mouth that is a threat.

Someone rode a horse behind the battle, the sword around his waist was never unsheathed, and he never carried a gun in his hand, but there was an extra pair of wooden abacus that should not have appeared in this dynasty here and now. In front of him was the soldiers of the Xiyuan Army who had already rushed into the battle group and did not know death, although facing the giant beast that should not exist in common sense, Hua Qisheng's face was still the same, and he could not see the slightest fear of war, only the decisive emotion for the general: "The Modao team stepped forward, slash!"

The snow-bright long knife reflected like a bloody sun, accompanied by the roar of the daring soldiers in the Xiyuan Army, and the sound vibrated the forest:

"Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng!"

"Onboard! Onboard!"

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"Hero! Xiaosheng, I have an elderly boss who is stingy with arrears, and a foodie niece who loses weight for her purse all day long, and I am really a poor and poor little scribe in the capital, please do well, just when we are the luck of the world that cannot be seen or touched, let us go!"

Holding the iron sword in one hand and the wooden sheath in the other, the green-shirted man stood in front of his cart as usual, smiling and saying words of mercy, but his earnest lines were only exchanged for a sneer.

"Don't let the people of the old Liu family hear this, otherwise you may have to kill your uncle and niece to save the country's fortune. The knight sitting sideways on the horse looked at his face with a dignified and gentle face, but he was wearing a finely made iron armor with a beast face and gluttonous patterns and a purple copper plate. Against the backdrop of the hideous armor, even his smile looked as dangerous as a wolf grandfather.

Facing this knight who seemed to have poor equestrian skills, there was a faint glimmer of light in the eyes of the green-shirted guest, but he still smiled kindly and gently: "Xiaosheng, I am timid, Boss Zhao, you are also a big man with a handkerchief military talisman, don't scare me." ”

No one could have imagined that the newly rising leader in the night as heavy as thick ink in the Luoyang rivers and lakes was such a young and gentle Sven man.

"The handkerchiefs are heavy, that's where everyone is holding our big guns, but I don't dare to be it. But Mr. has good eyesight, I am Zhao Yalong. Generously confessing his identity, the knight looked at the man in the green shirt with a sword with some amusement, and the girl who cowered behind him and didn't know whether to avoid everyone's eyes or use her uncle as a shield. "What is your surname, sir?"

"Your surname is Wei, a single name is a 'wild' word, the table word is shengwen, the family is three, and he has not yet been married. Smiling and raising his sword, he arched his hand, and the green-shirted guest reported a lot of them as if he was participating in a blind date, and he didn't care if the new night monarch on the Luoyang rivers and lakes had a sister to marry, so he confessed very happily.

Hearing this, the ink-shirted steward who was behind Boss Zhao couldn't help but roll his eyes. Having seen the poor and shameless behavior of this man in a green shirt eating and drinking on the table of Zhao's mansion, not to mention packing and taking away, he knew that once his talkative head was a little overtalked, he would definitely be endless. The inkshirt steward, who was not in the mood to listen to free cross talk, had to interject and interrupted the expected door of the next newspaper: "Lao Wei, we still have to hurry, your board car is too much of a hindrance in the middle of the road." Can you please move the car to a different place, and all the losses will be compensated by our big gun government according to double the compensation. ”

The ink-shirted steward thought that he had said this very decently, but the girl who had been shrinking behind Wei Ye poked her head out silently, and said with a little stupidity: "But my uncle said that the things in the box are very important, if there is no one, many people will be so sad that they want to cry." Uncle said that when you are in the public house, you must have a little benevolence, and you can't be greedy for small profits and lose great righteousness. ”

Looking at that cute face that was still childish, the young man in the ink shirt couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt even if he claimed to be a cold and cool two-knife master.

However, Wei Yezheng, the scribe in a green shirt opposite him, caught his momentary hesitation, and on his back, his niece, who was definitely not so honest and lovely, was secretly gesturing with her left hand on his back placket.

The index finger and ring finger are straightened apart, and the other three fingers are gathered like fists, which is really a gesture of victory.

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Boss Zhao hurried over the mountain road with his so-called "Big Gun Mansion" to support his brothers who were in a bitter struggle. Seeing their distant backs, Wei Ye, who was in a green shirt and carrying a sword, dragged the small trailer that had just been struck by the other party, and proudly slapped Sima Ling: "Yay!"

The small trailer seems to be made of high-quality steel, but the steel is hollow and not heavy, and the rollers and handles just form a clever angle between Wei Ye's arms and the ground, which saves the trailer a lot of burden. However, there is no doubt that this thing, like this group of people of unknown origin who lived in the Beibi Mountains, does not look like something that craftsmen in the late Han Dynasty could have created in terms of design or ideas.

Circling around the small trailer a few times, Sima Ling couldn't help but sigh: "The Big Gun Mansion is really wealthy, and this kind of portable car built by a master in the Momen machine technique is as expensive as a high-grade armor, I would have known that the price just now would have been bold." ”

"It's not a one-shot deal, leave a personal favor, and the rest of the matter is easy to discuss. Answering slowly, Wei Ye's gaze followed the twilight that was about to disappear on the horizon, and cast it to the place where there was faintly red air on the other side of the Beibi Mountain.

Red qi only rises because of blood.

The wolf's paws fanned the horse, and then there was a painful neigh, and the knight on the horse was crushed under the tumbling mount. The sturdy iron armor has become the biggest culprit in the oppression of the human body, and no matter how strong and ruthless a warrior is, he can only make a muffled snort with blood foam after a heavy blow to his internal organs.

No matter how elite and brave the cold weapon troops are, it is difficult to exert their true strength in the face of such an unreasonable giant beast. A group of rats may have the power to bite cats, how can ants help roosters?

The abacus in Hua Qisheng's hand had already been thrown away, and it was replaced by an iron tire bow with twenty stones. Behind him, the archers with carved bows in their hands were already lined up, ready to shoot. If there is a poor sour like Wei Ye who sees such a scene, he may also sing a piece of "Will hold the bow like a full moon, look northwest, and shoot the wolf" that is not a Yuefu poem. However, the people in the big gun mansion who joined the Xiyuan Army were all fighting men who came out between blood and fire, and they did not have such an elegant hobby, only their eyes were full of blatant murder.

The branch arrows burst through the atmosphere and let out a whining roar, shooting at the giant wolf that was rampage left and right, disrupting the formation of cavalry and foot soldiers!

There was a muffled sound, as if the old shoemaker's awl had poked the heavy and sturdy wooden bottom of the official boots with great effort, and the first feathered arrow shot into the thick fur of the giant wolf, followed by the second and third—countless arrows shot out of the bow array of the Xiyuan Army like a midsummer shower, and the sound of breaking through the air was so loud that for a time it had the meaning of covering the neighing of horses and people on the battlefield.

The feather arrow pierced into the thick fur of the giant wolf, but it made a muffled sound like the tip of the spear striking the wooden shield, and this dense sound made Hua Qisheng, who was almost standing up on the horse, have a trace of absurd anger in his heart.

The long knife team desperately stepped forward to cut off its feet, the wolf's feet were not broken, the long knife team had been slapped by a few claws, and the bow formation he personally led was not as good as the results of the long knife team. There is no other reason, this giant wolf from nowhere, the skin is rough and the flesh is beyond his imagination, the knife cannot be broken, and the arrow cannot be injured.

Today's battle is like a flock of gnawed jackals besieging an adult crocodile with stiff skin, which sounds like a fierce and undying man, but in fact it is a systematic way to provide provisions.

The only great luck in the misfortune was that Bi Yong was still clinging to the giant wolf's ear, and strangled the giant wolf's mouth with the rope made of the special fishing net. lost teeth and only claws remained, and the combat power was fifty percent, Rao was so, and the loss of combat power on the battlefield was still somewhat beyond Hua Qisheng's estimate.

"Even if everyone is no longer afraid of death, I don't have enough people to pile it up. Hua Qisheng stared at Bi Yong, who was rolling his eyes on the wolf's neck like a Hun barbarian with a lasso, but still didn't let go, and couldn't help but snort angrily: "If you can't hold on, let go quickly, this is Beibi Mountain and not Hot Spring Pass, we are Big Gun Mansion and not Sparta." ”