For Ning Que, who has been walking among the herds of animals in the mountains, forests and grasslands since he was a child, killers who are good at assassinating at night are not scary. The mysterious practitioners are the reason for his uneasiness, so after he cuts off the assassin's head with two swords, he immediately
He swept back to the gentle slope where the remaining fire was still there, quickly picked up the boxwood hardwood bow and arrow, and aimed again at the great swordsman in the distance.
This time, his vigilance seemed a bit redundant. The middle-aged scholar in a green shirt did not make any movement. He just leaned against the big tree quietly. The pair of black eyes on the bloody face looked at the young man in the firelight.
He murmured something in a low voice, then smiled slightly, spread his hands and died.
Ning Que aimed at the body of the great swordsman and remained silent for a long time. Until his arms began to tremble, he slowly put down the bow and arrow. He suddenly began to feel fatigue and soreness begin to invade his body.
He didn't look back and asked, "Is something okay?"
The flames caused by the kerosene bombs ignited the fallen leaves, but the mud at the Beishan Pass was wet and the fire gradually extinguished. The big black umbrella retracted with a clatter. Sangsang half-crouched on the ground, looking up at his back and shaking.
Shaking her head, it seemed that she knew that she didn't need to speak for the young master to know what she had done.
The maid knew that Ning Que didn't care about her. She stood up, picked up her skirt and ran quickly towards the car array that was almost in ruins. She frantically opened up the heavy wooden debris, and then grabbed the tiger-headed man.
The little boy was held in his arms, and he gently wiped the dust from his face with a look of love on his face.
About six or seven prairie barbarians and guards of the Tang Dynasty were still alive. They struggled to get up and walked with difficulty to the vicinity of the ruins of the carriage. The seriously injured guard leader led everyone to kneel down on one knee, touched his head to the ground and said in pain:
"My subordinates did not fight well and allowed thieves to disturb Her Highness the Princess. I really deserve death."
Amidst the shining stars and the remaining sparks, men covered in blood knelt down and worshiped a maid holding a child. They were not sad, but showed a sense of iron-blooded ferocity or tragedy.
Sang Sang walked to Ning Que's side, and the two of them watched the scene quietly. They had already guessed the true identity of the maid and were too lazy to pretend to be shocked and surprised.
After taking a moment to catch their breath, the guards and barbarians worked hard to bandage each other's wounds and apply medicine. When they could breathe again, they began to clean the battlefield, carrying back several seriously injured companions, and at the same time carrying away those enemies who still had a few breaths left.
They all were hacked to death. After doing these things, these fierce men subconsciously looked back.
Looking at the slightly burnt young man in the cotton-padded jacket, the guards had complicated expressions in their eyes, some were shocked, some were confused and some were even slightly afraid... They had seen Ning Que's previous actions and knew that this young man had superb martial arts skills and superb archery skills.
But he is not a hidden strong man beyond the imagination of the world.
In this sniper killing, it was the guards and old man Lu Qingchen who had been fighting against the enemy's two most powerful practitioners. It was they who killed most of the great swordsman's life, and Ning Que finally had the chance to use three arrows.
Kill the opponent.
However, the more this happened, the more they felt that this young man was a very scary person.
The timing and angle of his attack were extremely precise and ruthless. Underneath the appearance of a gentle and immature young man, there was a calm heart. Especially when he used the last three knives to kill the three assassins in black, it was even more incredible. Why did he do it at such a young age?
Can he do all this? How many people did he kill and how many heads did he chop off in the grassland border town?
The leader of the guards held a branch and walked hard to the master and servant Ning Que. He raised his hands and bowed deeply. He did not say a word of thanks, but the gratitude from the deepest part of his heart was fully reflected in this action.
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Ning Que took Sang Sang's hand and moved it to the side, refusing to accept his gift. Just as the deceased great swordsman said, the guards of the Tang Dynasty brought to the grassland by Her Royal Highness showed in the battle.
The iron-blooded demeanor and strict military discipline he displayed are worthy of the respect of any enemy or friend.
"It's obvious that your martial arts skills don't have any tricks. If we fight empty-handed, I don't think you can be my opponent. But even I, when the three assassins appeared just now, I'm afraid I can't resist their assassination, let alone
Don't talk about killing them so cleanly."
The leader of the guards looked at Ning Que's childish face, suppressed the shock in his heart, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Young man, I am very curious about where you learned your ability to kill people."
Ning Que scratched his head and was silent for a moment, then said with a smile: "The ability to kill people is naturally learned through killing people."
Naturally, he couldn't tell the leader of the guards that since he knew the name Xiahou when he was four years old, he had been making certain preparations, preparing to be killed by the other party, or to kill the other party.
The powerful and brave general of the Tang Dynasty had no idea that in a remote small town on the frontier, there was a young man who practiced cutting wood and swords every day. After analyzing the fighting styles of all the strong men under his command, he came up with countless countermeasures.
So for Ning Que, the three assassins in black who died under his sword today were just the inevitable result of the hard training every day for more than ten years. If it were another enemy, such as the leader of the guards in front of him,
, it is difficult for him to achieve such beautiful results.
In today's battle at the Beishan Pass, Ning Que finally met General Xiahou's subordinates. Perhaps this was just an accident, or perhaps it was fate. In short, the swords and arrows of revenge finally began to show their chill.
The leader of the guards caressed his injured chest, frowned at the young man with a meaningless expression, and murmured, "You are only fifteen or sixteen years old. Is it possible that you have killed more people than me?"
"If you include all the animals, I've killed quite a lot." Ning Que replied with a smile.
"I said yes, murder." the guard leader asked in a serious tone, and then explained: "I'm not questioning anything, I'm just really curious."
Ning Que rubbed his face, looked at him after a moment of silence, and said, "The biggest income in the border town is from killing horse thieves. We usually call it collecting firewood. In the past few years, I have been responsible for collecting firewood in Weicheng."
Yes, speaking of killing people, I have indeed killed a lot in recent years."
A famous prairie barbarian followed the leader of the guards and was ready to express his gratitude to the young soldier. He also had the same question in his heart. However, after hearing Ning Que's answer, he turned around and left without saying a word, vaguely able to
I saw that his steps were a little messy and his shoulders were shaking slightly.
A companion on the grassland looked at him in confusion and asked: "Du Mu, what's wrong with you?"
The prairie barbarian named Du Mu fell down next to the fire, raised his injured arm with difficulty, slapped his cheek that was numb with fear, and said: "That boy... should be the legendary woodcutter over Subi Lake.
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As soon as these words came out, the faces of the four prairie barbarians beside the fire changed drastically at the same time, and they stopped talking. Someone secretly raised his head and looked at Ning Que over there, and then quickly lowered his head, as if he was afraid that the young man would see him.
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Before these barbarians were subdued by Her Royal Highness, they were famous horse thieves on the grassland and were known for their extreme ferocity. But for them, the powerful frontier troops of the Tang Dynasty were the real horse thieves. The imperial cavalry in the frontier cities would be When the seasons change and logistics are inconvenient, they will engage in an amateur wealth-making activity - robbing the grassland of horse thieves.
The border troops of the Tang Dynasty called this activity woodchopping. The horse thieves called this bloody battle woodchopping. They called the most ferocious Tang cavalry leader a woodcutter, and the woodcutter of Subi Lake... ...is the most ferocious and terrifying existence, the reason why Subi Lake turns red, the nightmare of prairie horse thieves at night, and the scary story beside the fire.
But before tonight, they had never thought that the woodcutter was so young.