The horses trotted past a meadow unhindered, turning the woods and approaching the camp of Fort Jinpeng, built at the entrance to the valley.

The swordsmen lined up in a tight row of four or five rows, the dragon king rode a horse and stood at the front, the swords on his back held high the black blood flag, and everyone else had to stare at this banner transformed from robes, only he had to follow the dragon king firmly.

The horses snorted restlessly, spewed out puffs of white gas, and plowed the ground with their hooves, trampling on the soft earth, and they were well rested, waiting for their master to loosen the reins and run as wild as they could.

The swordsmen have been drinking indiscriminately for two days in a row, and in such a poor and remote place, the only pleasure can only come from the mellow elixir and jade liquid, and the enemy is still far away, why not enjoy it?

A few swordsmen who got up early to relieve themselves were hangover and didn't wake up, and they saw a hazy crowd outside the camp from a distance, "Hey, it's someone again, if you don't pour them down, you're not a hero." ”

A thin layer of mist shrouded the four fields, and the black flag flying slightly in the morning breeze looked nondescript, "What kind of person is this, not like the swordsman in the city." ”

Gu Shenwei put away the narrow knife, this kind of knife was too short, not suitable for horseback combat, he pulled out a Dharma Protector from behind the attendant with the knife on his back, the total length was five feet four inches, the handle was nearly a foot long, and it was suitable for both hands and hands.

He glanced back at his warriors, no matter how many shortcomings these swordsmen had, they were born warriors, hungry for battle, thirsty for blood, thirsty for glory, for them, without the need for verbal encouragement, just pointing out the direction of the enemy.

He slapped the horse's buttocks lightly with the blade of his sword, and the horse spread its hooves, gradually accelerated, and galloped towards the enemy camp.

The sound of horses' hooves, which was getting faster and faster, finally woke up a few early swordsmen, who didn't even tie their pants and ran desperately towards the tent, and the heart-rending cry wafted throughout the camp, "The dragon king is here!"

"Kill-" Gu Shenwei's high-pitched roar overwhelmed the screams in the camp, and the tail note dragged on, gradually turning into a clear whistle, and the swordsmen spit out their horsewhips, and the screams held in their hearts poured out, converging into a loud thunderous sound.

The swordsmen in their sleep woke up suddenly, heard the noise, and felt that there were enemies on all sides, and they were already under siege, and most of them rushed out of the tent without even holding their knives, and fled in all directions in a daze.

This is the rule of the swordsman, when he can make meritorious service, he must run first when he encounters danger, the dead swordsman will never receive money, and no matter how cowardly the live swordsman is, there will always be someone to hire in the future.

Gu Shenwei knew their temper well.

The cavalry, armed with heavy swords, pierced deep into the camp of Fort Jinpeng like a giant spear, the tent was torn like skin, and the panicked crowd splattered like blood.

Rushing all the way to the end of the camp, Gu Shenwei immediately turned his horse's head, this charge was perfect, the swordsmen obeyed the orders of the Dragon King, and basically did not fall behind, only a few people's war horses were tripped up, and they were swinging heavy swords, slashing and killing the enemy, and running towards the Dragon King's black blood flag.

The first charge split the camp in two, and after the second charge, the right hand side was to the west, where the tents were more dense.

A group of familiar figures jumped out of the tent in front of them, all dressed in black, a few people with their faces covered, each holding a narrow knife in their hands, their body was slightly immature, and the iconic brown belt was tied around their waists.

This is more than thirty Brown Belt Killers of the Small Banner Battalion, slightly higher than the apprentice status, and has not yet achieved the title of official killer.

At this moment, Gu Shenwei could understand the intense battle of the swordsmen of the Great Snow Mountain, and when he saw the black-clothed man holding a narrow knife, his first reaction was also to use the Wufeng Knife, jump off the horse, and compete with these juniors.

But now he is not a lone killer, but a dragon king leading a stormtrooping battalion, with more than a hundred people following closely behind him.

"Kill—" he shouted again, and the swordsmen's shouts were even higher and more durable than the first, and the heavy sword was cut down, and as long as people and things stood in their way, they were all cut in two.

The teenage brown-belted killers were trained to fight against hidden opponents, they had never seen a flood of vicious cavalry, and if they were experienced veteran killers, they would run faster than the swordsmen, and they would not turn to judge the situation until they were safe, but these teenagers hesitated between meeting and fleeing.

The galloping war horses did not give them time to think, and hundreds of iron hooves stepped the lives and dreams of the brown belt killers into the dirt in an instant, and a few people jumped high and crashed into the dense sword forest, and before a knife could be swung, it was like a lonely boat, swallowed by the huge waves.

Several more swordsmen fell off their horses, Gu Shenwei took a look, and did not lead the team to meet the rescue, but changed direction again and rushed towards the west of the camp.

At the end of the three charges, the sky was already completely bright, and there were more than a hundred swordsmen riding horses to follow behind the Dragon King, and the dozens of swordsmen who landed on the ground really couldn't catch up with the Black Blood Banner, wielding heavy swords to chase and slash the swordsmen who didn't have time to run away.

Hordes of swordsmen fled, only a few grabbed their horses, and the others galloped.

The camp was a mess, as if swept by a hurricane, Gu Shen put his legs between his horses and continued to chase the fugitives, the battle was not over, the number of people in the Great Snow Mountain was too small to completely destroy the enemy, but it was also necessary to try to kill and wound as much as possible, and create an atmosphere of fear in Jinpeng Castle.

The fleeing swordsmen still knew the direction and knew that the east was safe, and the dozens of horsemen at the front ran for miles, and a group of foot swordsmen were killed in the oblique stabs, and the swordsmen were already impatient, and the cries of their companions made them itch even more.

More than fifty heavy swords were cut down, only a few fled on horseback, most of the others fell off their horses and died, and a few drew their swords and resisted.

More escaped swordsmen poured in, they had no intention of fighting at all, desperately attacking the blockade money, running if they could, and begging for mercy on their knees if they couldn't, or fighting to the death.

When the cavalry led by Gu Shenwei arrived, the two sides were fighting fiercely, but he still did not dismount to join the battle, but continued to chase until he saw the T-shaped intersection that was the western boundary of Biyu City, and then turned back and slashed the swordsmen who had been overtaken.

Countless corpses lined up one after another on the road like a giant snake that winded its way.

Back at the ambush site of the swordsman on foot, the battle was over, and the thirty or so surviving swordsmen were checking the corpses one by one, and if they touched one that was still breathing, they killed them with one sword.

One wounded person was left behind by them.

This man was dressed in black and wore a red belt, and he was a rare killer in the Jinpeng Fort army.

Shangguan Qingqi's right leg was injured, he could only support it with his left leg, leaning over, standing without kneeling, he knew that his life was coming to an end, his heart was a little nervous, his chest and abdomen were empty, and all his internal organs seemed to be missing, but he could still maintain his composure on the surface, and even a little arrogant.

His surname is Shangguan, and as the owner of the sword, he is supposed to maintain his dignity in front of a defector killer.

Gu Shenwei handed over the Dharma Protector to the attendant with the sword on his back, jumped off his horse, and the swordsmen made way for him.

The killer and the sword master have no interaction in the stone castle, and they only have a very clear impression of each other, Shangguan Qingqi looks a little old, his peak has passed, and he is still very sharp at killing, but he has lost his keen intuition.

Gu Shenwei pulled out the narrow knife, walked to Shangguan Qingqi and stopped five steps, the knife owner had already stood on one foot for a while, his left leg was a little numb, and his body shook involuntarily, as if he was afraid, he was deeply ashamed of this, so he wanted to say something to redeem it, "Traitor, you will always ......"

The narrow knife that slashed through his throat didn't allow him to speak in full.

Shangguan Qingqi covered the wound with both hands, blood gurgled out from his fingers, he didn't feel pain, but it was getting colder and colder, his heart sank to the bottom of the water like a stone, and the darkness soon flooded his nostrils.

At the gate of the camp of Jinpeng Castle, dozens of swordsmen stuck their heavy swords on the ground, waiting for punishment, they did not follow the black blood banner closely, and disobeyed the order of the dragon king.

"Those who fall off the horse are not guilty. In order to pardon everyone, the swordsmen were overjoyed and couldn't wait to get their swords back, they were not afraid of death, they were afraid of losing face in front of their companions.

In this battle, more than 200 people died in Jinpeng Baodaoke, more than 70 people were captured, hundreds of people fled, leaving behind half of the military camp and a lot of supplies, and Daxue Mountain only lost more than 10 people, which was a big victory.

The captives gathered in a heap, their faces pale, and the legend of the dragon king and the demon bird killing people swirled around in their minds, but fortunately this time there were no dark clouds floating in the sky, and even if they died, their eyes could be saved.

"Go back and say to King Dubu, I'm here, tell the swordsmen in the city, don't die for money. ”

The Dragon King threw Shangguan Qingqi's head to a captive, who almost fainted, and with the support of the people around him, he could barely stand.

The swordsmen gave way out, and the captives realized that they had saved their lives, and they walked out of the camp with a slight tremble, and after Lixu, they withdrew their legs and ran wildly.

A young swordsman walked with the corpse of a brown-belted killer in his arms, with tears in his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Dragon King, this is my brother. ”

Jinpeng Castle likes children in the snowy mountains, and every year a large number of them are abducted, trained to become killers, and then come to slaughter their former relatives.

"He was killed by the Castle of Jinpeng. Gu Shenwei closed his eyes for the corpse and swept over the grieving swordsman, "We want to avenge him." ”

"Revenge, revenge!" the swordsmen shouted in unison, as a symbol of the end of the first battle.

Gu Shenwei looked up at the hillside deep in the valley, he also had hatred, this was once his home, and the ruins of the Gu family's manor still stood in place.

Three days later, the panic spread throughout Biyu City, and Jinpeng Castle was twice as much paid and could not recruit a few swordsmen.

Five days later, another army, numbering in the thousands, arrived and was stationed at the Western Boundary Pass, half a day's distance from the camp in the Great Snow Mountain, and both sides were cautious, busy setting up strong camps and sending scouts to test each other, but neither of them launched a large-scale attack.

Gu Shenwei was waiting for the arrival of the large army, and he wanted to know what Jinpeng Fort was waiting for.

Ten days later, the main force of Daxue Mountain arrived, and Fang Wenshi and others, who had set off from Shule City, also arrived, and the scouts came to the news that the army on the side of Jinpeng Fort had also increased to three or four thousand people.

A big war is brewing, and the military advisor Fang Wen is ignoring the dust and is asking for a private interview with the dragon king as soon as he arrives at the camp, he doesn't like to fight, he doesn't like it very much, so he proposes a strategy that is unacceptable to everyone.

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