The horse's hooves were loud, and more than twenty horses rode across the Yuhe River and came to the foot of Baideng Mountain. The road with compact loess was penetrated by snow and was crushed by the convoy that had passed by twisted ruts and frozen soil, but the horse was still light and neat and quite fast.

More than 20 people were riding horses, wearing swords, leather robes with arrow sleeves, dog skins, roe leather hoods on their heads, and rode horses and whips, looking brave and agile. They looked like a wealthy gentry and wealthy hunting, but wars and disasters occurred in Datong all year round, and the people nearby knew a little about military affairs. If they saw the weapons of these knights, they would definitely feel a little strange.

The scabbard is half old, there are no red tassels on the handle, the brass swallows and rubs the armor brightly. The blade body is more than a foot longer than an ordinary narrow-edged single sword. They are all simple swords of the same color, and they seem to be weapons that they carry with you every day.

A short crossbow and arrow bag were brought on one side of the saddle. Look, this is not an ordinary person who is hunting on the snow. It was just a light snow in the morning, and it was early in the afternoon. The snow was still falling, and the air was cold and refreshing, refreshing.

Not far ahead is Baideng Mountain. Baideng Mountain is near Fangshan. In the past, Emperor Gaozu of Han, Liu Bang led an army of 320,000 to expedition the Huns. After the victory, he underestimated the enemy and advanced rashly. He was besieged by the 400,000 Huns army on Baideng Mountain for seven days and seven nights. Later, he used a clever trick to escape. This small hill was famous all over the world.

In the middle of winter, there are few idle people entering the mountain. Once they arrive at the mountain pass, they are already gone. More than twenty riders drive up the hills. Looking at the undulating snow fields, there are lonely hills. They look only a hundred feet long, and the mountain is smooth and not too high. Yangling first heard that it was a mountain, and he still thought it was so steep. Now that he saw this hill and the smooth road around him, he felt relieved.

This mountain is a loess hill, and there is no danger to defend at all. Of course, if there are heavy troops on the top and condescending, five thousand soldiers can resist the attacks of tens of thousands of troops for more than half a day. It is only about ten miles to go to Datong here. If there is really danger, you only need to persist in half a day to reach the Ming army.

There is a wilderness around the mountain. If the Ming army set up an ambush, then the three guards of Duoyan who came to form an alliance could also be noticed from afar and escaped in time. This place is really suitable for negotiations.

Although Baideng Mountain is not high, it is still wide and is several miles away. Yangling brought more than 20 personal soldiers up the mountain and looked up at the distance. There was a mountain rolling in the north, and about two miles away was a village that seemed quite small.

Yang Ling sat upright and turned his head, narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the dazzling white path. He saw several black shadows approaching quickly in the distance. Judging from the speed, he should be riding a fast horse.

Yang Ling smiled heartily with the reins on the horse and said, "It's true that I can't hide it from those who are interested."

Wu Hanchao put the brim of the hat with the reins of the horse. He said nervously: "Sir, the ambush is in Lijiaji, and the subordinates are always a little uneasy. Should we lean over there?"

Although Wu Hanchao is skilled and brave, he also knows that there are quite a few masters in the Maitreya Sect. Not to mention the skill of the leader Li Fuda, his three sons and several celestial masters in the sect, his art is not inferior to him. He is confident that even if he is defeated, he can escape. Now with Yang Ling here, he dare not take risks anymore. If Yang Ling is taken away again, no need for others to say, he will have to commit suicide and apologize.

Yang Ling didn't agree. He was not careless. It was just that these twenty personal soldiers today were not transferred soldiers from the inner factory, but rather the Dadi Guards he borrowed from Zhengde. The only person who really belonged to him was Wu Hanchao. There was also the newly acquired guard Liu Dabangcui.

Although these people's martial arts skills are not as good as Wu Hanchao, they are not far away. The pursuers behind them are already close. Judging from their appearance, they only have seven or eight riders, but they can't handle them. It seems that they received the news from Han Lin yesterday and secretly gathered 400 ambushers in the Li family, which is a bit of a big deal.

Twenty great guards sat calmly on the horse, staring at the people who were getting closer curiously. These guards were all young men from various sects and sects. They worked in the palace at a very young age. With the identity of the great guard, who dared to offend them? So they were all above the top of the head, and they didn't take the few demons of the Maitreya Sect seriously.

Liu Dabangchui is the only one among these guards who use iron sticks. This bearded man is full of brute force. Although the stick technique is just two moves over and over again, killing enemies on the battlefield is very effective. Although the two of them are far inferior to Wu Hanchao, once they are rushing on the battlefield, Wu Hanchao is far from as powerful as he is.

He licked his thick lips nervously and exhorted loudly: "Master, let's go to Lijiaji with his subordinates. No matter whether he is a demon or a Tartar, I am not afraid of it at all. However, when the commander is here, he really needs to take care of the commander and fight the demon, which is very troublesome."

Although this guy spoke rudely, the concern in his words was still very obvious. Yang Ling couldn't help laughing when he heard this. He thought for a while and said, "Okay, let's go and wait for them at Li's house."

When Lijiaji is close to Datong, the post road leads from the entrance of the village to the northern pass. It is well-connected, so it is still rich. Every year, the smuggled horse market transactions dare not park cattle, sheep and horses in Datong City. Most of the vendors leave their animals here and then transport them away after they are all purchased. Therefore, there is a big restaurant at the entrance of the village.

It is said that it is a restaurant, but it is just a few restaurants to provide tea and food, which gives vendors a mud-stuffed wooden shed at the point of rest. There is a fence on the outside and a wooden frame without door panels. It looks very simple. Now it is a winter when business is depressed. The hotel only has one door face and there are no customers inside.

Yang Ling and his group of more than twenty people arrived. The restaurant owner couldn't help but be overjoyed. He quickly came up with him and said with a smile on his face: "Dear guests, what do you use?"

He glanced at it quickly and saw that these people did not look like ordinary merchants, but he was a small restaurant owner and the humblest little person. He would just earn two small money, and no one would demote himself to make things difficult for them.

Liu Dabangcui tied the horse to the pillar, quickly took Yang Ling's horse reins and tied them to it, shouting: "Boss, you can bring whatever food you have in this restaurant, just be as hot as you want. By the way, get some soju."

The boss hurriedly said, "Okay. There are steamed buns, sesame cakes, and big fat pigs that were just killed during the Chinese New Year, and good pigs and chopped off the piles. I will give you a bowl of mutton soup to ensure that you can drink it warmly."

Miscellaneous cutting is called by local people in Shanxi, which means that the pig or sheep field is fully drained, sliced, pepper, ginger, garlic, salt and other ingredients are added. Stewed in a pot, and the cold platter is covered with soju and white mutton soup. The taste is indeed good.

The guards of the inner guards surrounded Yang Ling and entered the shed. The shed was surrounded by thick reeds, which were airtight and warm. Six other guards slowly strolled at the door without asking for instructions. The war horses were tied to one side, and they were buckled and pulled away, ready to fight at any time.

The shopkeeper brought a large basin and a large can of ground braised water from the cabinet shelf, and the pigs were cut off. It was cold. A layer of white lard was condensed on it. The shopkeeper rushed back and shouted: "San'er, let's make the torch and make the vegetables hot. I said, "Little bastard, get up quickly. The sun is shining on the butt! Hurry up and take some beans and bran and feed the horses to several guests."

Yang Ling rubbed his hands and smiled, "Shopkeeper, don't say hello. We are not far from here, just in Datong City. We have to rush back later, just get some food."

The big shed was facing the sun, lifting the curtain and shining the sunlight straight in. It was warmer than covering it. Yang Ling sat on the table beside the door, and the sunlight was shining on his body, but the shadow of the shed blocked his face and could clearly see the outside.

A thin layer of white snow on the harvested land was faintly exposed. The six or seven horses were staying on the road under Baideng Mountain for a while, as if he was hesitating whether to catch up with him. Yang Ling couldn't help but sneer secretly when he saw it. Yesterday, Han Lin quietly sent someone to hand over the inquiry news.

Due to the chaos in Datong City, there were not many foreign merchants, and Han Lin worked hard in Datong. The information network set up easily grasped their whereabouts and passed on them.

Han Lin knew that if he wanted to assassinate the emperor, it would be impossible for three or two people from the world to the world to do it. It would take many people to just step on the stake and wait for the news, so he screened the reported news again. Those less than three or two, especially those with women and children, were all scattered, and in the end, there were only two groups of extremely suspicious people left.

Yang Hu and his group claimed to be fur merchants, but he and his family servants rushed over for the New Year. They were eating and living, but they were not in a hurry to buy goods and leave. This was very suspicious, so they sent additional personnel to monitor them secretly and quickly passed the news to Yang Ling.

Now Datong is in the same barracks, and Yang Ling also expected that there would not be too many assassinations. After hearing the news, Zhang Yong immediately wanted to take people to arrest them. No matter whether they were bad people or not, they would be thrown into prison first.

The King of Dai, Hu Zan, Wang Yixiao and others have already acquiesced to the emperor to meet Hua Dang, and they have a tacit understanding that they will not come to pay their respects to the emperor. They are clearly pretending to be ignorant of the emperor's presence in Datong.

Yang Ling was worried that if he was arresting people in the city with great fanfare, once the news reached Hu Zan and others, they might have to change their minds and come to cry for advice again, so he decided to use it as bait to lead the snake out of the hole.

The six or seven knights who were hovering in the distance seemed to have agreed. Suddenly, they rode straight towards them. The guards sitting in the shed stood up and pressed their hands on the hilt.

Yang Ling said calmly: "Sit down, can they still rush into the shed directly? The fireworks and rockets are ready. If there is something wrong, call people immediately. The officers and soldiers will catch the thieves. There is no need to fight alone!"

The guards sat down slowly when they heard this, but their hands were still pressed on the hilt of the knife and stared at the outside.

Those people were approaching, with a total of seven horses. Except for one and a half old man, they were all big men as strong as tigers in the thirties. They were wearing Baotou and a geese-like sword under their ribs. Yang Ling's eyes glanced at the face of the seven men for a moment, and then stopped on the face of a scarred man.

This person was Yang Hu. Although he changed his clothes and his face simply changed his appearance, his figure had not changed. His arrogant temperament was as arrogant as a leader, as if he was the leader of everyone.

The two people's eyes clashed in an instant, and a hint of surprise flashed in Yang Ling's eyes. He had already vaguely recognized Yang Hu. The person chasing him turned out to be Yang Hu, not from the Maitreya Sect. This was beyond his expectations. Why didn't the Maitreya Sect see any movement? Instead, Yang Hu was chasing him?

If the Hongmao deceives himself, it doesn't make sense. After all, if he knows the news, no matter whether it is true or false, he will inevitably be more alert. If the Hongmao says it is true, why is Yang Hu foolishly exploited by the Maitreya Cult? Could it be that he and Hongmao have not met yet and don't know about this?

Yang Ling's face flashed with surprise. He thought it was fear in Yang Hu's eyes. A trace of contempt flashed across his face. He turned his head as if nothing had happened and said to the boss: "Shopkeeper, cut ten kilograms of beef, a jar of soy wine, come up for the men." As he said that, he thrust into the shed, sat down at a table with a big golden sword, took off his waist and pressed it horizontally on the table, and stared at Yang Ling fiercely.

The shopkeeper made a pot of tea and brought it to him. He took the opportunity to glance at the people around him. Everyone had a gloomy face. A cold and depressing atmosphere made him feel nervous and he quickly retreated back to the back of the counter.

Yang Hu didn't even look at him. He kept staring at Yang Ling. He hated Yang Ling to the core. Two hundred confidants died under Yang Ling's men. He wished to count this hatred on Yang Ling's head. Now his beloved wife has left because of disagreement. He also counted this account on Yang Ling, and he wanted to get rid of Yang Ling even more quickly.

The Maitreya Cult is in the upper class and knows that the emperor is very contemptuous. If the important officials around him are assassinated, it will be difficult to ascend to the sky if they want to move him. However, according to the logic of Yang Hu, the horse thief, he believes that cutting off the emperor's wings will make it easier to attack the emperor.

He led a few people in Datong like a blind man and a blind horse, without any way. The only way was to send people to take turns to stare at Yang Ling, guarding his home and protecting the yard, and secretly accompanying him to the royal palace and the inn. This morning, he got the news that Yang Ling was dressed in disguise and left the city in a disguise. Yang Hu was overjoyed and immediately led the people to chase him out.

There was a murderous aura in the room, everyone tensed their muscles all over their bodies, staring at each other in a cold manner, and the battle was about to begin. Yang Ling gently raised a teacup and took a sip carefully. Then he put it down gently, for fear that the sound would be louder. A battle would immediately start.

The shopkeeper, who was good at observing the face, saw that the situation was not good, and couldn't help but complain secretly. He quietly pushed open the abacus, began to move back gently, and hid his hand behind him and quietly touched the curtain.

Yang Hu observed silently for a while and found that there were only more than twenty people inside and outside the house. He had a brief estimate of the force of the Neichang Mansion when he attacked Yang Mansion outside Gao Laozhuang that night, and couldn't help but feel relieved.

Now, in addition to him, there is also an eagle claw master, Uncle Huo Wu. He wants to attack Yang Ling under the protection of these twenty guards, and his chances of winning are at least 70%. He looked at Uncle Huo Wu, who was sitting opposite him, his eyes drooped slightly, and he was determined to take action.

As soon as the shopkeeper opened the curtain, Yang Hu suddenly stood up. The big guards who were unable to hold back also stood up. There was a clamor and a creepy sound of drawing swords. The sword light appeared in the shed.

Yang Hu's subordinates also jumped up suddenly, rolled a long stool to the ground, and made a clang. Only Master Huo Wu sat on the stool as steady as a mountain, but his hand pressed against the hot teapot did not move, and the veins on the back of his hand had already surged.

Yang Ling and Wu Hanchao did not move either. Wu Hanchao pressed the sword with one hand and quietly reached the bag hanging from the belt with the other hand. He had already touched five sharp money darts on the edges in his hand. However, Liu Dabangmao on the right jumped up, and a dark subway stick was held in his hand.

Yang Hu looked around and suddenly laughed to the sky, and the laughter continued. Yang Ling suddenly smiled slightly and said, "The one on the opposite side is Brother Yang Hu? After leaving the capital, is it okay?"

Yang Hu sneered: "Thank you for your concern, Yang survived the disaster, and he always wanted to repay Lord Yang's kindness. Unfortunately, the threshold of the Yang family is too high and Yang cannot step in. This is better. Lord is actually far away from the capital. He really has his wishes. God has eyes."

Yang Ling shook his head gently and sighed: "Originally... we can be good brothers. If you come to Datong, you are determined to rebel? Are you willing to listen to my advice? Now put down your knife, and I can spare you!"

Yang Hu smiled and was about to retort, but suddenly the sound of horse hooves was heard. Everyone in the shed looked out suddenly and saw a fast horse riding from afar, galloping towards him like flying. The knight on the horse half-waisted, forming a line with the horse's body. He could not see his appearance from afar. He could only see a gray robe, dressed in men's clothes, and a sheathless steel knife around his waist. Sometimes a ray of sunlight shone through, emitting a dazzling flash.

After a moment, the horse arrived in front of the door. The knight immediately lifted the reins of the horse, and the strong horse neighed. The man stood up and kicked the snow in front of him. Before the front foot fell, the knight had already landed lightly and scrambled into the door.

Both sides, who were tense, did not know whether the person came or his friend, stared at him without saying a word. The man had a jade face, sword eyebrows, a thin mouth, and looked heroic. Although he was dressed as a handsome young man, Yang Ling and Yang Hu both saw through her extremely simple disguise at first glance. Yang Hu was happy and said, "My wife, you are here just right. Join forces with your husband to kill Yang Ling to avenge your brothers!"

Master Huo Wu clasped the pot of boiling water with five fingers tightened and was about to throw it at Yang Ling. At this time, he stood up in surprise and said, "Ying'er? My dear niece, but I'm worried that I'm so worried, come over quickly. Yang Ling only brought twenty guards, and our uncle and nephew joined forces to kill him easily!"

Cui Ying'er said with a pretty face: "Uncle Fifth, our master is the Maitreya Cult. If you want to avenge, it is a dog who is stinging a sting. There is no place to whine. If you want to be a commoner, we don't have the ability to live in the country. It really hurts the emperor and Yang Ling, and it fulfills the Maitreya Cult's wishes. The Tartars outside the pass take advantage of the opportunity to break into the pass, so how many lifetimes can we bear the infamy?"

Her eyes like autumn water glanced at Yang Ling, clasped her fists to everyone, and bowed in a row: "Brothers, you have the men from my old village in Cui family, my husband Feihujian, Cui Ying'er and all the brothers advance and retreat together, live and die together. Have you ever been afraid of something? It's the imperial envoy..."

She looked at Yang Ling with a wise eye and glanced at him, saying proudly: "I have captured him with my own hands and escaped safely under the siege of 100,000 troops. Ying'er is not a person who is afraid of trouble, but we are the people in the martial arts world who pay attention to the injustice and the debt. The Yang family is a fat sheep, and we are kidnapped. Whether we can succeed depends on our ability. We have never heard of the kidnappers who have lost their hands. If we regard the fat sheep as an enemy, we are not good at learning.

But if we were fooled to tie up people, we were hit by someone else's plan to drive the tiger and control the tiger. Do you think this revenge should be avenged? Now it is obvious that the Maitreya Cult wants to deal with Yangling. Our parody was just pulled out by the officers and soldiers, but we came to be the pawns of others, doing some stupid things that people lead the donkey and we are just trying to get rid of. Is it just right?"

She glared at Yang Hu with dissatisfaction and said, "You left the city one by one, and I followed you out. There is no other intention. I don't agree to kill Yang Ling. Just rely on the banner of "doing the way for heaven" in our village! I have already said the truth that should be said. I agree with my brother, please stand here!"

Several people from the old village of Cui Family looked at each other. They were all young masters of land bandits. In their eyes, Miss Cui’s appeal was far beyond the old Uncle Huo Wu who was out of date. Cui Yinger said awesomely, and the ground knife in their hands could not help but slowly lowered them and walked towards Cui Yinger hesitantly.

Yang Hu's lungs were almost blown up, and he shouted with anger: "Cui Ying'er, are you crazy? Are you my wife or his Yang Ling's wife? He actually turned his elbow out? If you don't help me, you will still pull your brothers away. Is this the duty of being a wife? OK!"

He laughed in anger and said, "I have always been tolerant of you and made you afraid of you. You really think that you are Yang Kuohu. When you return to the village, I want to invite all the leaders of the villages from all mountains and rivers to ask your father-in-law in front of you, and understand the good daughter he taught!"

Uncle Huo Wu was also a little confused. Although he loved Cui Ying'er, the water from the married girl was poured out by the water, so his wife could not go against her husband's land. Isn't this a big rebellion? Besides, when he came, the old man said something, asking him to suppress Cui Ying'er and not allow her to interfere with Yang Hu's major affairs.

Uncle Huo Wu said sternly: "You bastards, what did the old man say when he sent you out? He followed the arrangements of his son-in-law and was now making trouble with Ying'er? Yang Ling went in and out and went in and out, guards, are there such a good opportunity besides today? Listen to me, I searched the guys together and made his surname Yang, otherwise you would know the rules of Boss Cui."

Several masters of the Cui Family's mountain village looked at me, and I looked at you, and they were in a dilemma. I didn't know who to listen to for a moment. Cui Ying'er's pretty face turned pale and she said, "Uncle Fifth, Yang Hu is so obsessed with bribery. Do you still support him?"

Uncle Huo Wu snorted heavily and said, "Ying'er, don't blame Uncle Wu for saying that you are not so good now. You ask outsiders to laugh at it. The people who are in the village have actually helped the officers and soldiers. In the future, you can let your father and your man gain a foothold in the green forest?"

Liu Dabangcui couldn't help but be happy when he looked at the nest. He smiled and said, "Good, this is called deep understanding of righteousness, that... that Hongfu Ye Ben, yes, it's just too feminine. Otherwise, he wouldn't want such a wise woman, just don't want him, just don't want him, just follow our handsome guy and drink it with him!"

Cui Ying'er was so angry that her pretty face was slightly dizzy when she heard him talking nonsense. Her wrists shook, and an iron caltrop flew towards Liu Dabangchui's mouth. Wu Hanchao was ready, and a copper coin came up. With a "ding", two iron objects flew to the side.

Liu Dabangcui was startled and cursed: "Damn it, bandits are bandits, and turning against each other is faster than turning over books!"

Wu Hanchao sneered: "He is a rough man, why should Mrs. Yang care about him? Is Yang's boss trying to take advantage of our few people? Sorry, let me tell you the truth, just by our people, you may not be able to get it, let alone this fifth uncle is really saying that we are guards in and out, how could we have only such a few people?"

Yang Hu, Uncle Huo Wu, Hong Niangzi and others were stunned for a moment, then they recalled the smell and their faces changed drastically. A big master at the door smiled slightly. Seeing Wu Hanchao winked at him, he immediately turned his wrist and raised his dart straight up. The whistle sounded far away. In a moment, hundreds of monks in the villages and alleys on both sides carried swords and arrows, flocked out, surrounding the shed.

A few monks took out the dark iron chain tied with long ropes from their waists, threw it onto the roof, pulled it all over, and with a "boom", the entire shed was pulled apart. Fortunately, there was no floating dust on the roof, and it was covered with snow. Everyone in the shed waved weapons and hit the thin wooden boards, smashing only a layer of snow.

With Liu Dabangchui's big eight-foot-long iron rod, Yang Ling's standing was naturally not dangerous. For a moment, the entire shed was completely gone, and everyone was exposed to broad daylight. The dense arrows around were aimed at them.

Wu Hanchao and Liu Dabangchui protected Yang Ling. They slowly retreated outward, and the big inner guard also retreated outward at a distance that could be taken care of at any time. Yang Ling retreated into the crowd and shouted loudly: "Madam Hong, because of your words just now, I will give you another chance. Assassination of the king and assassination of the ministers are all great rebellion! But as long as you abandon your sword and surrender now, I will protect you from death!"

The Hongniang took a breath, glanced at him stubbornly, raised the sword in her hand, and said aloud: "Mr. Yang, I advised my husband to turn around, but I just don't want to be used. Our heroes in the Green Forest of Bazhou have no knees that kneel down to surrender to the officers and soldiers. Cui Ying'er and her husband live and die with all the brothers in the village. Wanjianzhanxin will not frown. You will be grateful for your kindness!"

Yang Hu laughed and said, "Okay, I am my Yang Hu's wife! Brothers, scout the guys, wooden boards are used as shields. Let's rush out and retreat to Fangshan if we can't take the horse!"

The bandits hurriedly turned over the table and smashed wooden boards as simple shields to protect the surroundings, creaking and creaking, and the bows and arrows in the hands of the men were already pulling like a full moon.

Wu Hanchao looked at Yang Ling and asked for instructions: "Sir?"

Yang Ling looked at Cui Ying'er calmly and shot a woman into a thorny sting. His heart moved slightly and said, "Yang Hu, Cui Ying'er, you should be able to see that you can't escape today. Even if you have great martial arts, can you kill all my four hundred iron guards? Why don't you abandon your weapons and surrender quickly?"

Yang Hu, Cui Ying'er and others were all rebellious and fearless thieves. After hearing this, they just sneered and avoided behind the shield without saying a word. Yang Ling gritted his teeth and was about to call for an order to shoot an arrow, suddenly a sound of beast-like whistling sounds came one after another, and Yang Ling was stunned.

He heard the sound and saw that the villa extended to the gentle snow slope on the square mountain. A team was like a barbaric giant beast running on the wasteland. Except for the sound of iron hooves hitting the wasteland, it was the strange screams made by the knights at the ground, and the momentum was terrifying.

Although I couldn't see the costumes of those people clearly from afar, I could only hear this strange howl. I had seen Yang Ling and the officers and soldiers of the Tartar army. The horse thieves knew that this was a Tartar soldier that emerged from somewhere. They had robbed the village.

It is natural for officers and soldiers to kill thieves, and they are all natural. They cannot resolve their old enemies. However, the strange situation that is rare is: Should this Tartar soldier in Xizhuang kill officials or thieves? How could they distinguish between these two teams of Han people? There are probably thousands of Tartar soldiers? If they fight with horse thieves now, they can cause the Tartars, and what should they do?

Yang Ling and Yang Hu, who are confident in killing the thief and Yang Hu, who are confident in escaping, were both stunned. Is it possible? The two looked at each other, and all they saw in their eyes were suspicion, hatred and distrust.
Chapter completed!