The pursuit began in the grove at noon and continued until nightfall. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

From the very beginning, the Roller Ball and the Donggong masters saw the target's intentions and decisively cut off their direction to the south to break through, not giving the target a chance to move freely.

The swordsmen broke through several times to the south, but they were forcefully blocked back by the balls, leaving behind a few corpses and had to continue to flee northeast.

And the ball is gracefully with the personal team, and the master of the East Palace follows the target from a distance, hanging each other like a kite.

In terms of martial arts, these swordsmen are much stronger than the others in the action group, and the formation is more disciplined.

However, in such a long-distance pursuit battle, the swordsmen are far from being able to match the tenacity and skill of the action team.

In addition, the ball also carried out some small harassment from time to time, sending a team to pounce like a wolf, tearing off a few pieces of meat from the prey, and letting the hunter escape with blood.

In fact, this is also because of the lack of command experience of scholars in literary shirts, and this will definitely not happen when changing beards.

The strengths of the twenty black-clothed swordsmen in the core combat force lie in their body skills and stabs, and the scholars in the literary shirt should not use these people as guards in the first place, if they break through at the beginning, they will scatter these swordsmen in the grove to assassinate the pursuing action group, maybe now they have broken out of the encirclement.

It's night, there is no wind, and the early winter in Jiangnan is not very cold.

In the woods, the scholar looked angrily at the distant fire behind him, which was the bonfire lit by the task force.

He was annoyed that these people were clinging to him like kraft candy, and he didn't simply come up to fight, and he let go of the other horse, and the other party chased after him.

When he arranged for everyone to rest, the other party would secretly come to the last sneak attack, kill and injure several people and leave, and did not seek to capture them once, so that every time he rested, he was extremely chaotic and dragged everyone out of spirit.

And when he arranged the swordsman and wanted to turn back and have a team battle with the other party, the other party avoided the battle, which was really despicable and shameless.

Looking at the master and the swordsmen who were lying on the ground at will because there was no bonfire and tent, tired and asleep, the scholar in the shirt felt a deep sense of frustration.

He is talented, his swordsmanship is known as invincible among his peers, and he is smart and talented since he was a child, and he has won the trust of the mountain master.

Especially this year, the mountain lord handed over all the dark swordsmen who had been hidden in the mountains for many years and trained himself to him, and repeatedly instructed him to do his best to assist the master, become a man of the world, and be a man of heaven.

However, when he came to the master's side with great ambition and traveled for the first time, he was blocked in this unknown mountain col by these reckless yacha, blocking himself with nothing to do, like a grasshopper tied with a thin rope, how could he live up to the expectations of the mountain master, and how could he be appreciated by the master.

If you can't get the master's appreciation, how can you enter the hall and stand in the imperial city to look down on everyone?

It's really hateful, the scholar couldn't help but pull half of the saber out of the sheath, and buckled it back heavily, making a crisp sword sound.

It would be nice if the other party could fight with him in an upright manner, and what benefits could the other party get if it dragged on like this, and what did the task force want to do?

Just as the scholar was growing anxious, an injured masked swordsman quietly walked over, leaned into the scholar's ear, and muttered quietly.

With the words of the injured swordsman, the impatient face of the scholar gradually turned serious, and then fell into deep thought.

After the injured swordsman finished speaking, he coughed painfully, obviously affecting the injury, and the scholar in the shirt waved his hand compassionately to let him rest first.

The wounded swordsman staggered to the corner, his hand still hidden in front of his chest, and made a small gesture inadvertently but incredibly naturally.

Ding Li, who was lurking in the distance, saw the casual hand movements of this swordsman, his eyes lit up, and he said in his heart: The plan is basically done.

During the day, Ding Li followed the swordsman all the way, and at the same time asked himself countless questions in his heart, what did they want to do with the swordsman hanging like this.

And the person on the left didn't give Ding Li any answer, not even a hint.

Ding Li can only guess I guess I guess I guess, the last slap on the thigh, since I can't guess what the ball wants to do, the best way is to mess up his arrangement.

And this scholar in a shirt is a little stupid, he hasn't thought of a good breakthrough plan for a long time, and he can only be led by the balls forever by the words of this scholar.

If everything goes to the back according to their plan for this ball, then Ding Li will have no chance to disrupt the situation, and he will lose the opportunity to kill the ball.

Therefore, Ding Li discussed a plan with the people on the left, so that the people on the left took the risk and secretly blended into the group of swordsmen while the two sides were in a sneak attack war.

The person on the left is worthy of being a good hand who is born to hide in the shadows, and the infiltration process was not even recognized by Ding Li who was watching from a distance, plus these swordsmen are all black-clothed and masked, and they are in a hurry, so even Ding Li doesn't know whether the person on the left has succeeded or not.

Fortunately, the injured swordsman just now made a specific gesture to let Ding Li recognize him, since the person on the left showed his figure and gave a signal, it proved that he had already moved the scholar to adopt this plan.

Ding Li looked back at the scholar and found that the scholar had already stood up, woke up his deputy, and the two began to mumble.

After a while, the deputy nodded, and began to wake up the swordsmen one by one, whispering something.

Gradually, the group woke up and secretly sorted out their equipment, drank water, and tied their clothes.

Then everyone gathered in a circle, quietly discussing something, and in the moonlight in the forest, from a distance, this group of people seemed to be making a final mobilization, and it seemed like they were holding an evil ritual to worship the gods.

Ding Li moved his gaze to the darkness on the other side, where the eyeliner sent by the ball was hidden, and he was also silently peeping at the swordsman, and at this moment he found that the swordsman had moved, and the bushes where the sentry was hiding were shaking, and it was estimated that he had sent someone back to inform the ball.

Then the fire on the side of the task force began to light up, and it is estimated that everyone was also woken up, adding some firewood to the bonfire, and using the light of the fire to sort out the equipment and prepare for contingencies.