Regardless of whether you are a hero or a hero, if you respond to the situation and accomplish something, sometimes being upright is far better than the so-called unscrupulous means. There is no force to draw on. Assassination and assassination are just partial and inferior methods. It is difficult to achieve something. Perhaps it is more appropriate to say that it is difficult to achieve something for a long time. Who has never become famous in the world? Among the powerful sects that have existed for a long time, there is no one who can establish himself as a killer. Even if there is one, it will be difficult for him to last long. If a sect is spread without moral support, it can only be deceitful and treacherous, even if it is prosperous, it will be short-lived in the end. The same is true for the King of Heaven back then. With the rise of fame, children stopped crying. Unfortunately, in the hands of the more domineering His Highness, it was just a wave that could not set off a tsunami. Nowadays, there are not many people in the world who still remember being called the King of Heaven.
Until Yin Mohuai joined the Shepherd Heavenly Wolf, the ANBU had another battalion in addition to the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches. This battalion was extremely secretive, and even Shen Xiangdong and Yun Wuyan didn't know much about it. Li Luo once heard Yin Mohuai talk about it Yes, there is a killer among them, but it is far more than that.
Killers are cruel, cunning and ruthless. There are no assassins who kill from the front, only killers who attack from behind. They lie dormant and wait, striving to kill with one strike without seeking fame. They are more dangerous and more difficult to deal with. That is why there are killers with inferior martial arts who succeed. After all, there is a big difference between martial arts and killing people when they assassinate martial arts masters who are more skilled than themselves.
Putting aside the assassination method, the assassin who assassinated tonight may not be as good as Li Luo in terms of martial arts, but he is not far behind, which makes it even more difficult to deal with. If there is a life and death battle in the Mu Tianlang camp, Leng Bing will It's not the person Li Luo fears the most, but Li Yuanxi. There are superior and inferior techniques of assassination, and Li Luo knows it, such as bribery, getting close, blending in, isolating, etc., among which all kinds of secret techniques emerge one after another. For Tonight's method of assassination is indeed the most direct, quickest in effect, and shortest in time, but it is always a bit inferior. I don't see those counselors of the previous dynasty, who killed people and destroyed the country without leaving a trace, relying on conspiracy to win. Looking back now, maybe it's time to go back and ask Yin Mohuai.
Although the killer almost killed Li Luo, Li Luo was not afraid because the person behind the killer was the one behind him. This was what really made Li Luo wary.
Whether this is just an organization that sends out killers for money or if it has another master, it has not yet been determined. This method of killing only requires people who are familiar with the art of assassination to see the mystery, but it is a pity that Miss Gusu is not here.
The security in the camp was much tighter, and there were more than twice as many guards as usual. Hucha Dongchan stayed up all night. In addition to guarding the Chinese army's tent, he patrolled around. Although he didn't say much, the soldiers saw that Princess Mu Chan, who has a pretty face with a sinister look on her face, feels a bit like a storm is about to come.
No one in the camp knew about Li Luo's assassination except Hucha Dongchan. Naturally, they didn't know the reason for increasing the number of guards. They just thought it was because they were approaching King Yaoting's tent and the army had to be careful.
In the next few days, every night in the camp, the outside was loose and the inside was tight, and Yuan Jun and other generals also noticed something strange. However, Li Luo's expression did not change, and Hucha Dongchan's pretty face became more gloomy, instead of the outspoken and outspoken Hucha Dongchan. Cha Dongchan seemed to have changed his temper, and his tone was very strict. No matter whether he was directly asking questions or making insinuating remarks, he could not get a single word out of Hucha Dongchan's mouth, which really surprised the generals.
The assassin did not come again, but he was very close to King Yaoting's tent.
When they encountered herdsmen or caravans again, the Northern Expedition Army turned a blind eye and only wanted to move forward quickly. Even the cavalry soldiers they encountered were scattered at best. In the last five days, the soldiers in the camp rushed day and night without any intention of stopping.
, we must arrive first before the news reaches the Yaoting King's tent.
The army was galloping, and not far away there was a green mountain range lying in front of the generals. It seemed to divide the place into mountains south and north. It was quite strange in the eyes of the generals of the Northern Expedition who were accustomed to seeing the endless grass sea terrain these days.
In fact, this mountain is not too high. It can't even be considered as medium in Da Gan, but it can be said to be rare in Caohai. The mountain is gentle, and the slope is not very steep, so you can ride a horse.
It is covered with a thick layer of grass color from top to bottom, as if it is an ink dragon entrenched here.
When he arrived here, Huyanjiati's face became solemn and he said in a deep voice: "General, this is it."
Li Luo let out an oh, it seemed that the royal tent of Yaoting was behind the Cangshan Mountain. Tan Ma had already taken a step ahead. Looking at the Tan Ma scouts who were leaving, Li Luo felt a little strange in his heart. If it was the royal tent, how could it be?
The guards were so commonplace, could it be a trick of Yao Ting's surrender. However, looking at Huyan Jati's expression, it did not look like he was being fake.
The probing horse sent a message in the distance. There was no ambush, but the probing horse's flag seemed a bit strange here. The generals didn't know what was going on, and they were all a little surprised. Li Luo took a breath and shouted loudly: "Send troops."
All the generals accepted the order in unison, and the army surged towards the ink-black Cangshan Mountain not far away.
Horse hooves formed in formation, like muffled thunder, and tens of thousands of cavalry soldiers began to run. Even the Black Ink Mountain seemed to be disturbed. Suddenly, this ancient Ink Dragon that had been entrenched here was about to raise its head to see who was disturbing it.
of your own dreams.
The soldiers in the camp followed Li Luo and others and stepped onto Cangshan Mountain, which is not short in Caohai. In an instant, all the soldiers took a breath of cold air, and even Li Luo couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise.
Voice.
It was mid-autumn, and the southern part of Dagan was probably still in full bloom with flowers, and the leaves in Zhongfu were probably turning yellow, not to mention the northern part. Before the generals went north, the autumn weather was getting thicker, and the chill was approaching. When they arrived at Caohai, from Job's tears
Along the way to the herdsmen's camp, although there was no snow yet, there were already signs of frost. This was one of the reasons for Li Luo's night march. But what he saw in front of him overturned what the generals had seen and heard along the way.
, I just said that I was dazzled and entered a mirage.
Standing on the ridge, the vision suddenly opens up. The first thing that attracts everyone's attention is a lake not far behind the mountain that looks like a bright moon. The water of the lake is pure and clear, and the reflected clouds in the sky can be seen clearly even from such a distance. The lake is not
It's big, but by no means small. There are calm waves on the lake, and there are birds flying over it. It's extremely peaceful and peaceful.
The lakes run north-south, with one large and one small, resembling two beads, one in the north-west and the other in the south-east, forming a circle. The two lakes seem to be disconnected but not connected, and they seem to be connected but not connected.
My eyesight is finally at its limit. Standing on the ridge, I can't tell for a moment whether the two lakes are separated by a water pavilion bridge or whether it is divided into two by the power of heaven and earth.
In addition to the mountain at the feet of the generals, there is another mountain range across the lake, stretching for dozens of miles, which is higher than the mountain range at the feet of the generals.