It was early autumn, the autumn tigers were raging, and the sweltering weather made the handlebar runners a little unmotivated. The head of the horse dart patrolled back and forth in the convoy, cheering for everyone, "Everyone cheered up, crossed the mountain pass in front, and walked seven or eight miles, which is Wuliping, and you can rest for half an hour when you arrive at Wuliping." ”

The shouting of the horse's dart head shook everyone's spirits, and the speed of the convoy immediately increased by a point.

Wuliping is a meadow in the middle of the mountains, with a radius of about five miles, hence the name. A small stream passes through the meadow, and in the middle gathers a five-zhang square waterhole, and several large trees on the edge of the waterhole are difficult for three people to surround, sprinkling a large area of shade.

Under the command of Wen Jin and Li Tou, the convoy stopped under the largest walnut tree, and after a long day of driving under the scorching sun, it was finally possible to take a breath, and the runners sat in the shade of the tree, lazy and didn't want to move anymore.

Some of the young executioners came to the waterhole, poked their heads into the tan, drank a heart, and then undressed their clothes, dipped their cloth in the water, and wiped them on their bodies, making a pleasant sound in their mouths.

Li Tou picked up a few coachmen to pull some forage for the horses, and said to a few greedy young people: "When you sweat profusely, you don't feel anything when you are young, and when you are old, you will know that the Tao is powerful." ”

The young man was only greedy for coolness, and took his words as a deaf ear. He shook his head, and didn't bother to persuade again.

Xiao Ziyang sat under another walnut tree from afar, holding a piece of grass in his mouth, looking at the blue sky and white clouds in the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

It was noon, and under the heat of the heat, the riders and coachmen, some of them sitting on the carts, some lying on their backs on the grass, had fallen asleep, except for the snorting and snoring of the horses.

At this moment, Xiao Ziyang, who was sitting under the tree and closed his eyes to recuperate, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at a ravine on the side of the meadow with slight doubts.

He heard a very strange noise in the depths of the ravine.

The sound was as if many people were walking in a ravine.

If there were dozens of people marching in the ravine, he could not hear a single sound other than the sound of footsteps. It's like a group of mutes coming from the depths of a ravine.

Gradually, the sound approached the ditch mouth and became more and more obvious, finally alarming several dart masters in the team. They shouted and shouted, and the executioners were on guard.

With the shouting here, the footsteps in the ravine paused for a moment, and then resounded again.

After a few moments, the footsteps finally came out of the ravine and onto the meadow, one man, two people, three people...... More and more people poured out of the ravine. Seeing that their clothes are messy and dirty, and many of them are even more unkempt, but they carry swords and swords, and they are clearly thieves in this mountain.

With the sudden appearance of so many bandits in front of them, the dart masters couldn't help but change their faces.

The bandits came out of the ravine, adjusted their direction slightly, and walked towards the convoy.

The two sides gradually got closer, and when they saw the situation in the group of bandits on the opposite side, whether it was Dart Head or Xiao Ziyang, their faces changed slightly, showing puzzled expressions.

The bandits did not have the joy of meeting the fat sheep on their faces, but they were all dejected and panicked.

On the periphery of this group of bandits, more than a dozen strange-looking bandits formed an encirclement and surrounded the other bandits.

The dozens of bandits in the encirclement seemed to be very frightened of these odd-looking accomplices, and they all huddled inward, trying their best to stay away from these people.

The more than ten bandits on the periphery, whether they were messy and dirty clothes, or unkempt hair, were no different from the bandits in the encirclement, saying that they had a strange appearance, because their exposed skin, such as their hands and faces, were all black, as if they were highly poisonous, and the poisonous blood had flowed all over their bodies.

Another thing that sets these people apart is the blades in their hands. Most of them carried heavy blades such as plate axes, maces, and hammers, all of which were rusty and seemed to be made of pig iron. If this is the case, I am afraid that each of these blades will weigh more than 100 catties.

Both the experienced Ma Dart Tou and Xiao Ziyang noticed the heavy blades in the hands of these people, but the judgments of the two people were completely different.

It is not difficult to see from the clothes and ornaments of several bandits with strange complexions that these people are ordinary bandits, and Ma Dart naturally does not believe that some ordinary bandits can use such a load-bearing blade, so doesn't it mean that these bandits are all first-class foreign masters?

Unlike Ma Dart, who was sure that these people were pretending to be ghosts, Xiao Ziyang looked at these people's purple-black skin and terrifying heavy weapons in their hands, but his face showed an extremely solemn look.

The group of bandits came to a stop after walking five feet in front of the convoy.

The horse dart took a step forward, and was about to explain some words, when suddenly, a black-faced bandit who was walking in the front pointed at the convoy with a large axe like a door panel in his hand, and said, "You go with us." ”

This man's voice was stiff and straight, without the slightest emotion, and his black face was as dark as wood without the slightest expression, but the meaning of his words was extremely domineering. Not only did they rob the goods, but they also spared the people in the convoy.

Ma Darttou's face sank when he heard this, and he said coldly: "My friend is from that village, and he doesn't know the rules so much, and he is not afraid of flashing his tongue when you say this?"

The black-faced thief said again bluntly: "If you don't go, you will die!" After saying that, he couldn't help but say, raised the axe in his hand, and slashed down at the head of the horse.

Xiao Ziyang was carefully observing these black-faced thieves from behind, not wanting these people to be so fierce and about to kill people if they didn't agree with each other, he hurriedly unfolded his body and jumped forward, but he was a step too slow.

Seeing that the opponent was so ferocious, Ma Dart Head snorted coldly, pulled out the long knife in his hand by half a foot, and sheathed his hands towards the upper grid.

There was a deafening loud bang, the axes and knives were connected, and the head of the horse suddenly showed a look of horror, and he only felt that he was not raising his sword to block a plate of axes, but a fallen giant pillar, on which there was an irresistible force.

The block of the dart head did not seem to have any effect on the axe, the blade of the axe pressed the long knife and slammed into the shoulder of the dart head, and with a clear sound of broken bones, the body of the dart head suddenly flew sideways, and then, with a sound of wind, slammed to the ground.

On the ground where the horse's head fell, there was a large stone, and a large piece of the fist on the ground stretched out, and with his hard impact, the stone actually crashed into his chest. Suddenly, the mouth and nose of the horse's head were like a fountain, and bright red blood spurted out a foot high, and he couldn't see it.