The inn is a bungalow, not large in size. There are taverns and restaurants in front, and guest rooms and stables in the back. However, the houses are made of blue bricks and have an out-of-town style, which is one of the reasons why Lu Ming chose this place.
Lu Ming was lucky. The boss here was from Central Plains. The local herders called him friends from the south. Obviously he had integrated into this place.
"The spirits I brewed are the best in this area. They are afraid that I will leave." The inn shopkeeper looked at the young man opposite and smiled so much that he couldn't even close his mouth.
Lu Ming knew that when he came here, the silver notes were more like useless paper, so he brought some gold and silver. Although it was a little bulky, the effect was obvious.
"I want food for fifty people, and the horses are full of food." Lu Ming took out another whole ingot of silver and threw it over: "If you have any good things, just take it out."
The shopkeeper's eyes suddenly lit up, his face was full of joy, and he kept asking the guy to do this and that, for fear of inadequate reception.
At this time, a few warriors outside the gate broke into the gate. After they looked, they turned around and left. Liu Yun raised his sword and was about to chase him, but Lu Ming grabbed him and shook his head gently.
Liu Yun naturally knew the sword master's idea, so he stepped aside and started to deal with the food in front of him. The sword master's idea was very simple, just to find out the news. It is best not to expose his strength before getting the exact news. After all, he and others are still in the dark and know nothing about it.
The shopkeeper gave Lu Ming a jar of good wine, so the person sat in front of Lu Ming and started chatting on his own initiative, constantly inquiring about the recent lively events in the empire.
While dealing with the food in front of him, Lu Ming answered, then found an opportunity and asked the shopkeeper: "I see that there are many wounded soldiers here. Will there be wars here? I haven't heard any news in the middle."
After a few glasses of wine from the shopkeeper, he became more enthusiastic when he spoke, "There is a war, just northwest, about 300 miles from here. Although it is just an internal strife among the tribe. If you do something, it is better to bypass there. It is a war controlled by the powerful swordsman."
"Sword Saint?" Lu Ming was stunned.
Looking at the obviously panicked young man, the shopkeeper was very satisfied with his reaction, patted Lu Ming's shoulder heavily, and told the general matters one by one. In his opinion, this was not a secret, it was no big deal.
Lu Ming frowned slightly, and it turned out that the war in the northwest direction had been fought hard because a tribe in the Grassland Eagle Tribe in the northwest of the Dalks steppe suddenly launched a war to compete for the power of the tribe chief.
The Grassland Eagle Tribe is very powerful, occupying one-fifth of the pastures outside the Great Wall for more than a hundred years, with a large population. Cattle and sheep are everywhere. What’s more important is that the chief is a powerful swordsman, and there are few existences around him that can shake his authority.
However, the Hutu tribe in the Grassland Eagle tribe is one of the most powerful tribes in the tribe. The clan leader Erdun is a powerful sword king, but they still chose to start the war.
They chose to go after a tribe's New Year Festival ceremony, but suddenly burst out, Erdun actually burst out with the strength of the sword saint. With intentional calculations and no intentions, he directly killed the tribe chief, but only suffered some minor injuries.
Moreover, when he killed the chief's direct bloodline, he also killed the chief's son Hudar. However, before he died, he successfully released the blue-gray harrier he raised since childhood!
Erdun was shocked. He couldn't catch up with him and quickly ordered people to release seven harrier hawks one after another, but he still could not intercept the blue-gray harrier hawk.
Later, the adopted son of the chief, Zhuoligetu, who was going out to practice, rushed back after receiving the news from the Harvest. Not only did he bring back two young masters, he also summoned the broken tribe members and began to fight back.
But Erdun has been planning for many years and has made various plans long ago. The Hutu tribe is also very powerful. Although the two young outsiders brought by Chief Fang's adopted son are very powerful, Erdun's sword saint is so powerful that he quickly forced them into a canyon. Thousands of Hutu warriors surrounded the canyon tightly, trying to trap them in it and destroy the chief's direct heir in one fell swoop.
However, at this time, a sword saint came again from the middle of the empire, standing on the side of the chief's adopted son, and soon reversed the situation and the two sides fought hard again.
It is said that the sword saint in the empire is very powerful, but he broke up Erdun's team as soon as he appeared.
But war is not a one-person person, and there is too much to be taken into account. After all, the sword energy of the powerful sword saint can kill people, so no one can let go, and the Empire Sword Saint cannot leave the battlefield to give it a try. After all, the gap between the number of people and strength between the two sides is too big. If he leaves, Zhuoligetu will definitely be completely defeated on the other side, because Erdun also has a swordsman.
So the war formed a war of attrition, and Erdun was also very cruel and ordered the army to siege these people, cut off water and food, and sent people to challenge them every day in order to consume their little physical strength left, and now it has been more than seven days.
"Seven days!" Lu Ming's brow jumped. If there was no food or water source, and even meditating and recovering vitality could not be done, even the Destruction Sword Saint would be difficult to persevere for a long time. Although they could kill the war horses and survive, in this way, their strength would only decline faster.
"The horses were all eaten up. If it weren't for a few snowfalls, they could have used horse bones to make soup. Hey, I'd probably be so hungry that I'd been so strong that I would have rather die than surrender. But no matter what, the ending has been decided."
The shopkeeper drank another bowl of wine, his eyes became a little cloudy. He grinned and said, "Now most tribes of the Grassland Night Tribe have surrendered to Erdun, and only such a small wave of resistance is left. I guess if the sword saint from the empire does not evacuate alone, he may be consumed here. The result...hey!"
Lu Ming frowned secretly, and the food he ate into his mouth was like chewing wax. He felt the swordsmen behind him began to get restless, and he said in a deep voice: "Eat all the food in front of you, and then, the time for training is here."
The sword students all knew that the sword master wanted them to preserve their greatest combat power, so they immediately swallowed it, but the fighting spirit could no longer be suppressed.
After the meal, Lu Ming thanked the shopkeeper and took the swordsmen to the Dalgan steppe in the northwest.
After marching more than 200 miles, Lu Ming said to the sword students: "War is terrible, because war means death, which is impossible to avoid. But you are my sword students. I ask each of you not to think about killing people, but to do your best to play what you have learned, and to use our fighting skills to make the enemy desperate!"
"Roar!" The sword students roared loudly, and even the girls' voices were filled with blood. They had begun to plan how to let the enemy see what the art of killing is called.
“Huhahaha……”
As soon as Lu Ming and others were standing on a small hill, they heard a shout, mixed with roars and screams.
Lu Ming looked around and saw less than three miles from the hills, the edge of the battlefield, which was densely surrounded by a huge battle circle, trapping few soldiers inside. Cold arrows were released from time to time outside, but an arrow inside would soon pierce the throat of the guy who shot the arrows, which was so accurate that it was outrageous.
Lu Ming immediately thought of Zhuo Ligetu, and it seemed that they were still alive. This was the biggest good news that Lu Ming had received so far. However, Lu Ming knew that the fat man's arrows were shot out one less, so he could only deal with the guy who fired the cold arrows.
There was another shout. Lu Ming looked over and found that it was the people outside who used a siege to trap a warrior inside and pulled it out with a horse. In the warrior's desperate screams, several sieges flew over and covered his head and feet one by one. Then several horses ran in different directions, and a blood light would splash outside the battle circle.
The soldiers inside were silent, but they still used the shield in their hands to maintain the defense line tightly, and then tried hard to find an opportunity to insert the weapons in their hands into the other party's body along the gaps in the shield.
Lu Ming knew that once a person holds the will of death, a miracle may happen, although the hope is already slim.
However, this is how miracle comes about!
Lu Ming silently pulled out his long sword and slowly pointed forward.
Boom! The iron hooves suddenly ran wildly, but the man was silent and the horse did not roar. This torrent of steel rushed out like a silent god of death.
The Hutu people who were on the outside of the battle circle were howling excitedly. Several people were bored and discovered this mysterious cavalry. However, the people in the outer circle were almost all soldiers with low combat power and could not move forward to play a real role. They couldn't tell whether they were enemies or friends for a while, and they didn't know what to do. What's more important is that they were silent when they rode horses and ran, and they looked so unreal.
Crack! Lu Ming pulled up the reins of the horse, and the war horse immediately stood up. His long sword drew a stream of light and killed a guy wielding a mascot with one sword. The sharp sword threw his grim head into the sky, and a fountain of blood gushed up. The man's headless corpse was still sitting right away. After a few steps, he piled on the ground like a pile of rotten meat.
This sword was like a signal. The torrent of steel formed by the sword students in the Zhenwu Seven-Section Formation instantly hit the human wall.
With a rumbling sound, more than a dozen warriors who had just turned back and took a look immediately flew into the air. They didn't understand why enemies suddenly appeared, and there were so few of these people that they dared to rescue them? But they only saw the beginning, but they couldn't know the end.
In fact, Lu Ming had already felt the fluctuations from the air when he was ten miles away from the battlefield. He knew very well that this was a fluctuation caused by the level of the sword saint strongman, but obviously they had already left the battlefield, and it seemed that they should have gone to a decisive battle.