Gu Liubai turned his head to look at Chen Tu, but he couldn't understand either.
"His name is Blacksmith Hu, and we usually call him Hu Laosan." Chen Tu smiled faintly. Only then did he feel confident in his smile at this time. At this time, he felt that Gu Liubai had the upper hand for the first time. With the fall of the four crossbow holders, he felt that his confidence that had disappeared for a night was quickly returning to his body.
Gu Liubai smiled slightly.
He naturally understood why Chen Tu had such an emotion. It was like the top scholar of the Tang Dynasty who went to a remote village and found that he was not as good as a boy he met in the fields.
These people are definitely the top scholar among those who are eating this industry.
These people's methods did not disappoint him.
After the four crossbow holders fell, they were silent again, and blood kept flowing out from their backs, emitting heat.
The old man, who was called Hu Laosan by Chen Tu, slowly lowered his hands and straightened his body, without any movement for the moment.
He was wearing a wide-sleeved cotton robe, his body shrank slightly as if he was afraid of the cold, and snow pieces kept falling from him.
Mingbaipo returned to quiet, as if even the mules and horses felt a strange aura, and they kept their voices together.
A middle-aged man in a green robe walked out of the camp not far away, with a long sword with a green scabbard hanging around his waist. The man's face was indescribable, and the lines on his face seemed to be carved with a blade.
The strong people had their own feelings, and just took a look from a distance, and Shulhan felt very uncomfortable in his heart.
The middle-aged man in a blue robe did not look up at Gu Liubai, Shurhan and others on the high ground, but looked at the old man who was called Hu Lao San by Chen Tu with a very cold expression, and asked in a cold voice: "Who are you?"
"We..." The Hu Laosan seemed a little dull. After saying two words, he paused for a while before saying, "Don't you know who we are?"
Chen Tu seemed to be excited and shouted at the middle-aged man in a green robe from a high place, "Hey, is your surname?"
The middle-aged man suddenly raised his head, "I am He Fenglin, do you know my name, you are a Tangren, it seems that you were deliberately an enemy?"
Chen Tu bowed and said seriously: "I can't help but fight for my own lives, and the flood will inevitably rush to the Dragon King Temple."
The man in the green robe who claimed to be He Fenglin sneered, but the fierce light in his eyes disappeared a lot.
But when he looked at the two men in black armor, he became entangled in his heart.
I had thought about killing Fire Flying Dragon first, and completely cut off the two of them's retreat, but now the ambush outside Mingbaipo has been solved, and the other party does not seem to have to try to break through and flee. The archers on the high ground are shot and killed. Chunfeng Tower is also in a high position, which is extremely unfavorable to them.
When he hesitated, Shurhan saw the trick. The Turkic warrior sneered and said, "Military advisor, this group of people came specifically for us."
"You must live well. If you die, your people will not spare us." Chen Tu smiled.
Liu Muyu just lowered her head slightly and asked softly: "Where is He Fenglin's origin?"
"A lieutenant in Shazhou." Chen Tu said: "A disciple of the Lanling Donghai Sword Sect, someone recognized his sword and body skills last night."
"The person who transferred from the sandbank?" Gu Liubai thought to himself.
"The Tang people did things without eyes, but they asked those who were unrelated to avoid the slope of the South Cliff." He Fenglin made up his mind in an instant and shouted loudly.
The entire Mingbaipo suddenly moved.
Figures suddenly emerged from the deadly camp, and they rushed to the south with one foot deep and one foot shallow.
This is the clearance.
The postures of the four divine arm crossbows and the four crossbowmen, only the fool on this path could not tell that this was the elite of the Tang Dynasty border army!
He Fenglin's attitude of being powerful without anger, and his evil aura that even mules and horses were scared. I don't know how many heads and horses were cut off on the battlefield. Such people definitely don't care how many lives they have under their hands.
Some people in the camp were very slow to move. These people felt as slow as lazy men leaning against the wall to bask in the sun in winter, but this slowness made people like Shulhan feel pressured.
On the battlefield, if the target cannot escape for a while, the party with an absolute advantage in numbers does not need to be fast at all. Slow surround and squeeze is the best choice.
Especially when such high places are occupied by the opponent's powerful archer, relying on bunkers and shields to slowly advance, it is even less likely for warriors who have been through the battlefield to be shot directly.
But what people like Shulhan care more about is the temperament and tacit understanding of these people.
When marching and fighting, if a soldier under a general does not need any words from the general, he can understand his intentions well and implement them firmly, then he must be an elite army who has experienced many battles.
Especially if the other party has already died, and still has such a calm temperament, this team must be terrible.
At this time, three people had already walked towards Hu Laosan.
These three people walked out of the tent not far from He Fenglin. The three people were wearing the most ordinary sheepskin long jacket, but their faces were beards, high eyes and deep noses, and white scarves on their heads. They looked like they were not Tang people at first sight.
The three people in the middle held a shield, and the people on both sides were holding a sharp scimitar. The three people slowly moved towards Hu Laosan. Judging from the situation, as long as Hu Laosan made a move, the people on both sides would hide behind the man in the middle at the same time.
However, Hu Laosan just slowly retreated and retreated to the vicinity of the middle-aged swordsman in Hu's uniform at the entrance of the west, and then stopped.
The three of them stopped immediately, and were dozens of steps away from Hu Laosan and the middle-aged swordsman. They just kept their vigilance and did not go forward to fight.
A white shadow appeared on the mountain road.
Yin Shiniang.
In such a place, the woman was already noticeable, especially at this time when the crowd rushed towards the south. Her figure walking down the mountain road alone and heading towards the camp where He Fenglin was, naturally attracted everyone's attention.
Last night, there were more than 70 people in the caravan. At this time, at least more than 40 people walked out slowly around the camp.
Shurhan felt that he did not have the ability to block more than 40 elite Tang army soldiers alone.
It turns out that he still underestimated the pride of Tangren.
Yin Shiniang walked to the main road outside the camp, looked at He Fenglin, and said in an extremely simple manner: "If you can defeat me with your sword, we will not interfere in your affairs."
He Fenglin narrowed his eyes slightly. Before he could speak, someone on one side responded proudly: "You use a sword too?"
The voice-over quickly broke into everyone's sight.
This is a tall young man, wearing a light blue round-neck robe and black boots, holding a bamboo sheathed sword in his left hand.
The bamboo scabbard of this long sword is extremely oily and appears dark purple with natural yellow spots on it, like golden stars.
Just glanced at the man's scabbard, Yin Shiniang said lightly: "Your surname is Qiu?"
The young man frowned slightly and said, "My name is Qiu Baiyu."
Yin Shiniang said, "Who is Qiu Lingyun you?"
Qiu Baiyu was slightly stunned, without hiding it, and said, "It's my third uncle."
Yin Shiniang said, "Then his four Floating Cloud Swords should not be passed to you, you don't have to draw a sword at me."
Everyone heard what she meant.
Qiu Baiyu's eyebrows slowly raised like two small swords. He raised his head and a cold light flashed on his face, "I came out of seclusion at the age of seventeen. My hands trembled when I first killed someone, but I have never been afraid. I have never heard of some sword moves to kill someone."
Yin Shiniang seemed to agree a little, and she nodded slowly and asked, "How many years have you been outside the detention zone?"
Qiu Baiyu felt that the words at this time were nonsense, but he felt that the other party might have some connection with his master, so he responded patiently: "It's been the sixth year."
Yin Shiniang nodded again and said, "In another seven years, you should achieve something in swordsmanship. You want to draw a sword against me now, can you figure it out yourself?"
The young sword masters of the Tang Dynasty were naturally very proud. Before, Qiu Baiyu only felt that the other party looked down on him and was just angry. However, when he heard that the other party was actually exclaiming, all the anger in his heart disappeared.
He took a deep breath, bowed to Yin Shiniang, and said, "Please give me advice."
Then he began to move with a solemn look on his face.
"Damn the pride of Tangren." Shulhan couldn't help but shook his head and sighed in his heart.
When Tang people fought outside the pass, they were always tricky. There was no such way of fighting alone, which was fair to compare swords and swords. However, Tang people fought by themselves, but this was the case.
But this seemingly stupid pride and etiquette is fascinating and jealous.
He had to admit that this was a unique temperament that made the Tang Dynasty become.
A row of deep footprints appeared behind Qiu Baiyu.
He walked steadily, his feet seemed to be very hard, but his whole body seemed to be getting lighter and lighter, and his whole body seemed to be becoming a white cloud floating.
Yin Shiniang was motionless, giving anyone the feeling that she was about to wait for the young swordsman to come. However, in the next moment, she was like thunder blooming, and she had already swept out at an incredible speed.
She and Qiu Baiyu were at least twenty steps away, but with the sound of breaking through the air, the distance between these twenty steps seemed to have disappeared directly.
A very dazzling sword light appeared in her hands in the sun, and slashed towards Qiu Baiyu from top to bottom without any tricks.
Qiu Baiyu's expression was extremely calm. The scabbard in his hand flew forward as if it had suddenly become alive and hit Yin Shiniang's face. At the same time, the long sword in his hand did not block the sword light that was attacking like thunder, but pierced Yin Shiniang's heart veins extremely cruelly.
You can cut off my head, but I have to poke a fatal hole in you too.
This is not the sword technique of the Fuyun Sword Sect, but the sword move he realized when he saw a group of locusts flapping their wings at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains in the fifth year outside the pass.
The locust flapped its wings and rose up. At that moment, it was not the wings, but the rushing of a pair of hind feet.
The focus of his sword was not on the scabbard or the sword in his hand, but on the body movement, and relying on his feet to exert force like locusts. Instantly, the muscles in his waist, abdomen and legs suddenly tightened and suddenly released. His whole body seemed to have turned into a spring, and he violently bounced his arms and sword out!
Chapter completed!