Chapter 253 Falling off the cliff

The prisoners escorted by Pei Mo were to be sent to Nanman to work as coolies, so the team traveled further and further into the countryside.

After crossing an unknown number of mountains, Pei Mo led the team to a forest. He looked at the sun hanging high in the sky and said, "Rest where you are and get ready before heading on your way."

The leading guard called the team behind him to stop, and Pei Mo went straight to find a shady place to sit down and rest.

On the surface, Pei Mo lowered his eyes to rest, but in fact he had already set his sights on the leader.

He didn't think this was a simple escort of prisoners. He had already guessed that there was going to be a fierce battle here.

Sure enough, when the leader was drinking water, his right hand quietly touched the saber on his waist, and the lock of the prison car was already opened.

His heart sank. In order to encircle and suppress him, the second prince did not hesitate to use the fifty secret guards he had raised, including a shadow guard selected from a thousand.

From the very beginning, Pei Mo discovered that these people had some little habits that had never been seen in the army. These people were not at all what the second prince said.

Even the so-called "prisoner" is the same. The "prisoner" with a sinister face probably takes more than ten years to train the head of the secret guard, commonly known as the shadow guard.

The leader saw Pei Mo sitting alone, stood up and said to him with a smile, "General Pei, drink some water. It's a scorching sun. Drink some water to avoid getting heatstroke."

There is a saying in the art of war: soldiers never tire of deceit.

Oops, Pei Mo felt bad and stopped in his tracks. Before he could react, sarcastic laughter sounded from behind him.

He closed his eyes and felt the bone-chilling wind. He remembered his promise to Murong Qing and that his first wife and children were still waiting for him to return.

Pei Mo lowered his head and couldn't even speak.

The Shadow Guard glanced at Pei Mo's sword on the ground, picked it up and said, "Let's go, send a few people to take a detour to see if there is Pei Mo's body at the bottom of the cliff!"

Pei Mo raised his eyes and said, "Thank you very much."

"Oh, I'm not ashamed of my words."

The secret guard behind him quickly reacted and rushed into the forest with a knife.

The wind on the cliff made the woods rustle like flags on a battlefield.

Pei Mo's fingertips were bleeding, so deep that they almost sunk into the cliff wall.

He leaned over and flew out a few cold darts from his sleeves. His clever position allowed the darts to hit the secret guard's eyes.

He was breathing heavily, and there was a fishy sweetness in his throat again. As soon as he stopped, all the tingling pain in his body suddenly broke out, and the pain caused a large amount of cold sweat to fall down his forehead.

He wants to go back!

Inexplicably, he gained strength, gritted his teeth and raised his hands to climb up the raised rocks.

Because there was a thick layer of fog below, he kicked down a stone and heard no sound for a long time.

Screams kept coming and going, and Pei Mo found a breakthrough and quickly ran deeper into the forest.

Pei Mo panicked and ran to the edge of the cliff.

The Shadow Guard was so easy to kill. The Shadow Guard took Pei Mo's blows one after another with ease.

Pei Mo tried to climb up the protruding stone on the side, but the pain on his arm where he was burned by the soldering iron caused him to lose strength again.

The leader was unprepared, and the sand mixed with gravel hit his eyes. He covered his eyes and cried out in pain.

Pei Mo could clearly feel the blood draining from his body drop by drop, and his eyes turned black.

The Shadow Guard didn't hesitate and raised his sword to chop off his head. With Pei Mo's head on his neck, the Second Prince had an explanation.

He spat out a mouthful of hot blood and knelt on the ground unable to hold on any longer, but even so, he still tried to hold the handle of the knife to hold himself up.

The Art of War also says, Thirty-six Strategies, the best strategy is to move.

"Damn it!" the Shadow Guard cursed. He originally wanted to chop off his head, but it failed.

The Shadow Guard didn't expect that Pei Mo still had the strength to resist, so he kicked Pei Mo subconsciously.

Pei Mo was forced to the edge of the cliff covered in blood, "Wow——"

Outnumbered.

Yes, he was lucky, he actually caught a branch growing on the edge of the cliff when he fell.

"As expected of General Pei, you actually killed eighteen of my brothers. I look down upon you."

It seems that the cliff is too deep, and it is estimated that Pei Mo would not survive if he fell.

Pei Mo was surrounded by people, he covered his bleeding arm, his eyes were more cruel than the wolf in the wasteland, he swallowed the sweetness in his throat, and sneered, "If you want to kill me, it depends on whether you have this

ability."

But the secret guards behind him pursued him relentlessly, and Pei Mo's Qinggong Dashun Dynasty was unrivaled. It turned out that it was really an exaggeration. Among these secret guards, there were really crouching tigers, hidden dragons.

At the same time, he clasped his big hands on the tree stump, spun around and ran towards the forest.

The secret guard underestimated Pei Mo, and Pei Mo also overestimated himself. Soon, the attack and defense were strange.

The Shadow Guard looked down at Pei Mo, "General of the country? Nothing more than that."

The wind messed up Pei Mo's hair. His eyes were scarlet and his heart was fierce. He held the knife and stabbed the prisoner preemptively.

The hands of the guards sitting behind them all touched the sabers on their waists intentionally or unintentionally.

Pei Mo raised his sharp eyes and used all his strength to swing the knife towards the Shadow Guard's knee.

The encirclement gradually narrowed, and Pei Mo held the handle of the knife with his backhand. He did not feel fear at all, but felt a long-lost pleasure. Killing people could only be done with a nod, such a simple and crude thing.

In the flash of lightning, Pei Mo raised his hand, and all the sand he had just grabbed on the ground fell on the leader's face.

Everyone raised their swords towards Pei Mo, and a sneer flashed across Pei Mo's face.

Pei Mo knew that he might not be able to defeat these fifty-one secret guards, but if he fought alone, he might lose!

The hand behind the leader made a gesture.

Since the body could not be found, holding Pei Mo's saber would be an explanation.

"Little tricks."

There was soon no sound on the cliff, and the strong wind stung Pei Mo's wounds.

The prisoner in ragged clothes holding a sword half as tall as a man spoke in ragged clothes. His face showed no sign of despair, but his eyes shone with bloodthirsty light.

"yes."

Murong Qing liked to do some tricks on hairpins, and he also used to bring some small hidden weapons.

"ah--"

He stepped forward and looked at the bottom of the cliff. He couldn't see how high the cliff was.

This kick was done with all his strength, and Pei Mo fell straight down the cliff like a kite with its string broken.

The prisoner dragged a long knife, the tip of which made sparks on the ground, as he walked towards Pei Mo step by step.

"Hahaha, General, it seems that this is God's will. The King of Hell wants you to die at the third watch, and he will never let you live until the fifth watch."

The secret guard who had fallen behind also caught up.

The leader smiled even brighter and was about to hand him the water bag in his hand.

"Chase!"

Especially the Shadow Guard.

But his hands were covered with blood and were so slippery that he couldn't even hold onto rocks.

Pei Mo's hand slipped, and then the branch could no longer support his weight.

"Click-"

The branches snapped with a sound.
Chapter completed!