What Liu Ye's plan is, or what a good plan, Li Wenshuo doesn't know.

He doesn't have such a big vision, maybe Liu Ye's plan can really succeed, but the barbarians will definitely die a lot of people all the way north, and this kind of thing is almost inevitable.

Of course, dying some people to slow down the enemy's pace may also be in Liu Ye's plan.

But Li Wenshuo still couldn't accept it.

He turned and went out the door.

......

Zhao Mingyan is a disciple of Huashan who has learned the Eight Classics, although he is not in Huashan now, but walked the rivers and lakes with his sword on his back with his junior brother, and went to a very ordinary town in Hanzhou.

At this time, the two were sitting in a tavern on the street drinking, with a table under their arms that had been wiped many times and was still a little greasy, and a few passers-by were walking sporadically on the street, and there were small traders shouting and selling melon seeds at the door of the store.

"Senior brother, if you are really interested in Senior Sister, just tell her, anyway, Senior Brother Dugu is not here, you go to her every day, can she still understand who is good to her?"

Senior brother Lin Xiaoyou held the small wine that couldn't be drunk on the mountain with one hand, patted Zhao Mingyan's shoulder with the other, and said with a smile: "Moreover, aren't the two of them still together, believe in brothers, me, women, whoever treats her well, she will go with whomever she wants." ”

Zhao Mingyan had already drunk a lot of wine, his face was flushed, he pushed Lin Xiaoyou's hand away, and said impatiently: "What do you know, what's the use of liking Senior Sister, Senior Sister only has Senior Brother Dugu in her eyes, no matter how much I do, she can't see it." ”

"Cut. Lin Xiaoyou took another sip of wine, pursed his lips, and said: "She just pretended not to see, you can't really even see this, right, senior brother, I see that you usually have a very high level of sword cultivation, how did you become like this at such a time?"

"Guest, your mutton soup. ”

"Thank you, damn, I can't even eat cooked beef when I've been walking in the rivers and lakes these days. ”

"Fuck off. Zhao Mingyan took his bowl from the man's hand, looked at his junior brother and said: "I'm not really stupid, it's just that she pretends not to know, she just doesn't want to know, I know this very well, no matter how much I do for her, she will always have Dugu in her heart." ”

When he said this, a glint of resentment flashed in Zhao Mingyan's eyes.

"So you just ran to these ghost places hundreds of miles away to hide?" Lin Xiaoyou felt that he had a bit of a loss by running out this trip and suffering from Senior Brother Elm's head, "You will also be ruthless in this place where there is no one." ”

"Hey, guest officer, I can't get used to what you say, although our place here is small, but it is not a poor country, how can it be said that it is a ghost place? Could it be that you are still a noble person from Chang'an who looks down on us?"

The second shopkeeper of the rectum spoke, and he saw that Lin Xiao had a local accent in Huazhou and the outfit of a disciple of the Huashan faction who was no different, and he was not afraid of things.

Huashan disciples, you can't bully the weak, this is the Huashan gate rule that everyone in the rivers and lakes knows.

But before Lin Xiaoyou became a disciple of Huashan, his family was also one of the richest families in the local area, and he was used to being arrogant, so when he heard this, he immediately pushed back and said, "Lao Tzu looks down on you for this little broken place, what's wrong?"

The shopkeeper didn't show weakness, saying what, the Huashan disciples couldn't beat people if they wanted to......

Listening to the quarrel between the two, Zhao Mingyan's heart was a little irritable, but suddenly, his face turned pale, as if he remembered something extremely important, and he rushed out with his sword.

"Senior brother, why are you going?"

"Eh, senior brother, you wait for me, stinky boy, I'll settle accounts with you when I come back, senior brother, wait for me to ......"

Lin Xiaoyou followed his senior brother all the way, and the small second-hand shop behind him was holding a white towel, and he was still scolding.

Coming to the outside of the town, there was no need for Zhao Mingyan to say, looking at the dozens of horses rushing in front of him, Lin Xiaoyou also knew what was happening.

He clenched the hilt of his sword, hunted in the wind in a green robe, and asked in a trembling voice, "Master...... Senior brother, but a horse thief?"

The wind blew through the woods, whining like a wolf, sounding eerie and terrifying, and the wind blew through the riverside town, bringing up a little yellow sand, and the tremors under his feet intensified.

Zhao Mingyan took a deep breath, clenched the hilt of his sword, and said: "The horse thief is not to be afraid, but looking at the armor and blades, it is the barbarian cavalry, dozens of horsemen, it should be to snatch food, but I don't know if there are any tricky and powerful people among them." ”

Lin Xiaoyou smiled bitterly and said, "Senior brother, you are smart at this time, so what should you do, with the strength of the two of us, how can you stop these barbarians?"

Zhao Mingyan frowned slightly, and said: "I'll drag them here, you go and notify the villagers behind you, let them run for their lives quickly, don't bring anything, run away quickly!"

Lin Xiaoyou said: "Senior brother, don't be naïve, how could they listen to me?"

A look of pain flashed on Zhao Mingyan's face, he knew what Lin Xiaoyou said, not only was it impossible for the villagers to listen to him, but it was impossible for him to delay much time just because he was here alone.

So, what to do?

Maybe what the junior brother said is right, his senior brother, sometimes, is really stupid.

When?

Fight to the death!

The men of Fenghua were never afraid of war, because every family had men serving in the army, and they all had enmity with the barbarians.

At this time, he thought of Senior Sister Mu Hibiscus again, and sometimes he felt that he would like Senior Sister Mu Hibiscus completely because there was only one woman on Huashan.

My senior brothers all said that if you go down the mountain and see those wonderful women in the world, after thousands of beautiful scenery, you will not like your senior sister at that time.

But now, when he arrived at the foot of the mountain, he saw many wonderful women, but what he was thinking about was his senior sister, in fact, it was not only himself, but also those senior brothers who kept admonishing him, who didn't like his senior sister?

They just don't say it.

In the end, he didn't leave, and stood in front of the town.

There was no other reason, but he felt that he should do this, even if he was already trembling with fear in his heart, he could not leave, because he must not be a coward.

A trace of fierceness flashed on Zhao Mingyan's face, he took out his long sword from the sheath, looked at a barbarian rushing at the front, and without thinking much about it, he flew up and jumped, and with a sword slash, he cut off the head of the first riding barbarian.

The sword light is like a dragon, the blood is like a fan, the two brothers cooperate with each other to cover, without saying a word, they are killing in and out of dozens of barbarian cavalry, and later, they have completely forgotten the Huashan swordsmanship they have learned in this life.

The green shirt was stained with blood, and he just desperately waved the blade in his hand.

If the sword is broken, pick up the barbarian's sword, and if the right hand is broken, use the left hand, and the senior brother will never run away if the senior brother dies......

......

The barbarian cavalry only rested for an hour, except for the night, during the day they were on the road, continuing to drive on the empty avenue, and they did not need to report anyone they met, they were killed directly, and no one here could stop them.

As they marched, everyone was silent, except for the rhythmic sound of horses' hooves and horses panting.

The person leading the team was Ulan Batel.

The first time he came to the Central Plains, he saw the 10,000 acres of fertile land, and saw that the grain of a village in the Central Plains was more than that of a large tribe of them, and all of this was no different from what Lingxiu Mountain described to him.

But he still did not kill and loot materials on a large scale.

Because the purpose of his visit this time is Chang'an City, he has all this for a long time, and if he wants to capture Chang'an, he must be fast, faster than the speed at which the Central Plains Emperor dispatched troops, and the soldiers are precious and fast, and they can't delay a little time.

He even let each of them carry only a little food, and if it was not enough, he sent several teams of cavalry to take turns to loot, and it was reported to him just now that two of the seven teams of rangers who went out did not return.

These people are the elite of his subordinates, and he has set the hour, so everyone must abide by it, and if they don't come back, it can only be because they will never come back.

This kind of thing has happened more than once in the past few days.

Ulaanbaatar doesn't want to waste time here.

He had to rush to Chang'an as fast as he could, and even when he was resting, he studied the maps around Chang'an and the weaknesses of the city, and even wondered what he would do if the maps were fake.

He had promised Tuoba Lie that when he returned, he would open the gates of every pass in the Central Plains and greet the monarch of the steppe to the Central Plains with the greatest courtesy.

But at this time, he himself didn't have much self-confidence.

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Summary of this chapter What Liu Ye's plan is, or what a good plan, Li Wenshuo doesn't know.

He doesn't have such a big vision, maybe Liu Ye's plan can really succeed, but the barbarians will definitely die a lot of people all the way north, and this kind of thing is almost inevitable.

Of course, dying some people to slow down the enemy's pace may also be in Liu Ye's plan.

But Li Wenshuo still couldn't accept it.

He turned and went out the door.

......

Zhao Mingyan is a disciple of Huashan who has learned the Eight Classics, although he is not in Huashan now, but walked the rivers and lakes with his sword on his back with his junior brother, and went to a very ordinary town in Hanzhou.

At this time, the two were sitting in a tavern on the street drinking, with a table under their arms that had been wiped many times and was still a little greasy, and a few passers-by were walking sporadically on the street, and there were small traders shouting and selling melon seeds at the door of the store.

"Senior brother, if you are really interested in Senior Sister, just tell her, anyway, Senior Brother Dugu is not here, you go to her every day, can she still understand who is good to her?"

Senior brother Lin Xiaoyou held the small wine that couldn't be drunk on the mountain with one hand, patted Zhao Mingyan's shoulder with the other, and said with a smile: "Moreover, aren't the two of them still together, believe in brothers, me, women, whoever treats her well, she will go with whomever she wants." ”

Zhao Mingyan had already drunk a lot of wine, his face was flushed, he pushed Lin Xiaoyou's hand away, and said impatiently: "What do you know, what's the use of liking Senior Sister, Senior Sister only has Senior Brother Dugu in her eyes, no matter how much I do, she can't see it." ”

"Cut. Lin Xiaoyou took another sip of wine, pursed his lips, and said: "She just pretended not to see, you can't really even see this, right, senior brother, I see that you usually have a very high level of sword cultivation, how did you become like this at such a time?"

"Guest, your mutton soup. ”

"Thank you, damn, I can't even eat cooked beef when I've been walking in the rivers and lakes these days. ”

"Fuck off. Zhao Mingyan took his bowl from the man's hand, looked at his junior brother and said: "I'm not really stupid, it's just that she pretends not to know, she just doesn't want to know, I know this very well, no matter how much I do for her, she will always have Dugu in her heart." ”

When he said this, a glint of resentment flashed in Zhao Mingyan's eyes.

"So you just ran to these ghost places hundreds of miles away to hide?" Lin Xiaoyou felt that he had a bit of a loss by running out this trip and suffering from Senior Brother Elm's head, "You will also be ruthless in this place where there is no one." ”

"Hey, guest officer, I can't get used to what you say, although our place here is small, but it is not a poor country, how can it be said that it is a ghost place? Could it be that you are still a noble person from Chang'an who looks down on us?"

The second shopkeeper of the rectum spoke, and he saw that Lin Xiao had a local accent in Huazhou and the outfit of a disciple of the Huashan faction who was no different, and he was not afraid of things.