Volume Two, The Lake of Winter, Chapter 19, Mounted as a Thief (3)
Volume 2: Lake of Winter Chapter 19: Getting on the Horse to Be a Thief (Three)
(Ning Que is Mr. Thirteen on the second floor, and his meaning is very clear, he is just a slut.
I am also a slut, so I decided to start from February 13, seven days and ten thousand words a week, and I will do it, but it will definitely be the most difficult at the beginning, so if I write it roughly, don’t panic and mess with me first, I will do it next week
Starting from the second volume, make a correction and revision, continue writing, see you later.)
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Whether he is a thief or a soldier, the people sitting on the saddle usually use short bows and scimitars due to space restrictions, but Ning Que is different. Starting from Weicheng, the boxwood hardwood bow and Pu Dao he used are both biased.
He is so long that he is used to stepping on the pedal, straightening his body, pulling his bow and shooting arrows or drawing his sword to chop people. Although it is a bit inconvenient to operate, in the eyes of the bystanders, this posture actually has a bit of magnificent beauty.
When he shot another arrow and killed the second horse thief in the night in the distance, Mo Shanshan, the girl who had been following him without expression, finally had some brightness in her eyes.
The wilderness is full of winter clouds, covering the stars. In the dark night, even the hands holding the bow cannot be seen clearly. Ning Que can accurately shoot a horse thief outside the land. It is really incredible.
It seemed as if the night could not cover his gaze at all, as if he could clearly see everything in the darkness.
Although Ning Que's body only has ten orifices and can control too little energy in the world, years of meditation and spiritual exercise have made his mind feel condensed like a needle, thus being extremely sensitive to the changes in the breath of things around him. At that time, the Academy
When he climbed the two-story building, he was able to walk through the mountain path and relied on it.
At this time, in the dark night, you can easily see those horse thieves, and lock the other party at the front of your arrow. With the extreme condensation and sensitive mind power, the mind power comes out of the sea of consciousness, and use the night wind to touch the world.
The vitality, so for him, this wasteland was like daytime.
No practitioners have ever used this method in the past because it was too wasteful of precious thought power. If the thought power is sufficient, it would be better to kill those ordinary horse thieves in seconds. Why use thought power as a means of detection?
After all, I can only say that Ning Que has always been different from ordinary practitioners. The small amount of heaven and earth energy he can control is regrettable, his abundant mental power and strong sensitivity are regrettable, and he devotes himself to combining practice and combat.
The will to be together is sad, and a few sighs create such a sad and emotional picture...
When Ning Que shot the second arrow, Mo Shanshan stared at him quietly. As the best practitioner of the younger generation in the world, she keenly noticed that at this moment there was a trace of extremely concise fluctuations in the mind.
He was shaking his eyebrows and frowned slightly, thinking to himself whether he was really a practitioner?
The horse thieves in the distance just woke up from their sleep, and two companions died under arrows. Although they were shocked by why the arrow feathers in the dark night were so accurate, they still responded very quickly, jumped onto the horse's back and grabbed it.
The horse's belly ran wildly towards the arrow feathers, trying to narrow the distance between the two sides in the shortest time, so that the enemy's terrifying archery skills could not be used, and at the same time, the darkness no longer became the curtain in front of them.
In order to fight back.
The sound of hooves is like rain.
As the horse thief rushed over, Ning Que pulled the bowstring and a feather arrow shot into the head of a horse. The horse howled and fell to the ground, overturning the horse thief on his back to the ground, and another feather arrow almost wiped it.
A horse thief flew away on the cheek.
The horse thieves on the grassland are good at riding and shooting, and they shrink their bodies into the horse's belly during the charge. Ning Que's feather arrows can no longer threaten them directly. In a blink of an eye, accompanied by the increasingly clear and dense sound of hooves, vaguely,
Nearly ten horse thieves swept over like a strong wind, and even the light reflected by the sharp weapons could be seen.
The big dark horse has not experienced real field battles, but looking at the similar people who are getting closer and closer, it is not afraid, but instead it shows an excitement in its eyes, and it keeps thrusting its front hooves excitedly, without waiting for Ning Que to lift its reins.
So I wanted to rush forward.
Looking at the horse thieves getting closer and closer, listening to the horse thieves' roaring roars, Mo Shanshan didn't know how Ning Que was going to deal with it, and his fingers wrapped in his white sleeves gently picked up something.
The excitement of the big dark horse did not make Ning Que feel relieved. He blew a heavy blow on its head in annoyance, indicating that it would be quieter. However, as soon as his feet fell to the ground, he swept towards those without any hesitation.
The horse thieves who came violently rushed forward.
The distance between the two sides was very close, and contact was only a matter of a moment. No one had time to pull the bow and shoot arrows. The horse thieves finally saw the enemy clearly. The two cavalry on the left and right front lifted the reins and directly hit Ning Que.
The rider who followed behind sat upright, pulled out the scimitar at his waist and kept waving it.
There was a choking sound.
Ning Que pulled out the Pu Knife on his back, and his feet were wrong, avoiding the two horses that came with the strong wind. He turned his right hand and drew two snow-white rays of light at the edge of the blade, and then blood suddenly appeared.
Two horses wailed and suddenly fell forward, falling heavily on the field, making two muffled sounds, and the front hooves that were cut off by Park Knife were still flying in the air according to inertia, bringing out two miserable blood.
Wire.
The blade attacked, following a curved and deadly cold trajectory. If it were ordinary people, they might not be able to avoid such a strange slash, but Ning Que was too familiar with the horse thieves and the scimitars used by horse thieves, so familiar that they were considered to be silent.
Even if you keep your eyes open, you can easily avoid being touched by the other person's corner of your clothes.
The night was deep at this time, and there was no big difference between opening eyes and closing eyes.
So he easily lowered his head and turned around and swept away, avoiding the sharp edges of several scimitars attacking from the top and down. Then he tightened his hands and the slender Pu Dao tore a few terrifying gaps in the night sky.
Several horse hooves were dropped, split the horse thief's chest and abdomen, and a few thin horse's hairs were dropped, and then inserted heavily into the slightly hard field mud.
In the blink of an eye, he had rushed to the other side of the group of horse thieves, and two horse thieves died under the knife and five horses fell down. The scimitars in the hands of the horse thieves did not leave any traces on him.
At this time, the winter clouds in the sky occasionally dispersed, and some starlight was leaking. Although they still couldn't see their faces clearly, they could clearly see their figure. The horse thieves took the reins and turned around, looking at Ning Que who was standing in the field with their swords, with their bodies stiff.
The hand holding the scimitar kept shaking, but still felt extremely cold.
The horse thieves used the fastest speed to rescue their companions who were still breathing on the ground, and ran to the periphery for a distance, looking at Ning Que nervously and vigilantly, but they did not have the courage to pull the bow and aim at him.
Ning Que came over and listened to the screams of the broken horses in the night wilderness around him. The Park knife in his hand cut out the air, slowly and steadily cutting the horses' throats, allowing them to as fast as possible.
Dead.
Then he looked at the horse thieves not far away, stretched out his fingers and shook them in the night wind, not knowing whether the other party could see his movements clearly or understand the meaning of his movements.
"Why not kill all these horse thieves?"
Mo Shanshan looked at the horse thieves who were escaping into the distance in the night and asked in confusion.
"The horse thief cannot kill all of them."
Ning Que said: "At least, I will not kill all of the horse thieves who are attached to us."
Mo Shanshan looked back at him, his expression was very focused, but his eyes were still a little unsteady and he seemed very unfocused.
Ning Que looked at her beautiful little round face, and after a moment of silence, he said, "The reason why he killed people tonight is that he hopes they can bring back an accurate information."
“What information?”
"I want to tell them that in addition to you, the talisman master, there is also a person who is good at killing horse thieves. If these horse thieves want to eat us, they must pay a greater price, if the benefits of harvesting are to be taken and to be taken. The risks they take are disproportionate, and maybe they will evacuate themselves.”
Mo Shanshan said: "Although I have never met a horse thief, I have heard many legends about horse thieves on the grassland. They are known for their cruelty and cruelty in blood. How could they retreat because of some small setbacks?"
"The colder and harder a person is, the more afraid of death... I may know more about horse thieves than you."
He continued: "Tonight, let's kill the horse thieves, in addition to asking them to bring a clear message back, they also want to teach you something."
Mo Shanshan's eyebrows, which were as condensed as ink but were refreshing, frowned: "Tell me to kill someone?"
"Kill people, or how to avoid being killed."
Ning Que looked at her and said seriously: "You are the strongest person in this team. When the horse thief attacks, I can save my life, but the lives of those ordinary soldiers and civilians will ultimately depend on you to take action. But you are in vain a few days ago. It seems to me that it is a wasteful way to arrange the talisman array outside the camp."
He said: "You are our big killer, so you should not use it for defense, but for attack."
After listening to this sentence, Mo Shanshan was silent for a long time, and then she said, "I have practiced talismans since I was a child. In my understanding, only the divine talisman master can take the initiative to attack."
Ning Que couldn't help laughing when his master Yan Se taught him in Chang'an City. He looked at her face without any expression, but always had a bit of natural joy, and said, "Who said no." When you reach the realm of knowing fate, Master Fu cannot attack? As long as you use it properly, even if the steamed bun is frozen hard, it can kill people."
Although he had a clear understanding of the grassland horse thieves and had been dealing with each other for many years, the direction of the situation was not exactly as Ning Que expected. On the second day, the horse thieves were a little farther away from the food delivery team, but they did not disperse. Go, but reunite with them, still reluctantly.
The distance creates beauty and can also create a sense of security. The distance between the horse thieves and the food delivery team is farther. Although it has no substantial significance for safety, it is obvious that the Yan army and civilians in the team have been under much less mental pressure. Even the girls in the Great River Kingdom can occasionally see smiles on their faces.
The curtain of the carriage was lifted up. Mo Shanshan looked at Ning Que on the big dark horse next to the car, and looked at his cheeks that were covered by a hat, and suddenly asked, "Are you familiar with the wasteland?"
Ning Que nodded.
Mo Shanshan looked at the shadow cast on his face by the hat and said, "The wind in the wasteland is strong, and ordinary people should not wear hats, but why do you and many horse thieves wear hats?"
Ning Que used his little finger to hook the strap on his jaw and said, "If you have a strap, you won't be afraid of being blown away by the wind. As for why we are used to wearing hats... The sun is too strong on the wasteland, this thing can hide the sun, and the most important thing is to hide it.
Face."
The purpose of covering your face is naturally not to have a face to see people, but not wanting others to see their own faces. Whether it is a horse thief or a he, he always protects his identity very thoroughly.
The Tmall woman looked at the group of horse thieves who were almost parallel to the food delivery team in the northeast direction, frowned and asked, "Senior brother, where did these horse thieves come from? This place should be not far from the royal court, so there is no one.
People take care of it?”
“I seemed to have answered this question a few days ago.”
Ning Que pressed his hat lower and said, "Many of the most powerful horse thieves on the grassland have masters. Now the group of horse thieves who follow us obviously have masters."
The Tmall woman asked curiously: "How did you see it?"
Ning Que looked at the group of horse thieves in the distance, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Because these horse thieves are too disciplined."
"Who is their master?"
"have no idea."
Ning Que shook his head, thinking that there were not many forces who could support such a large group of horse thieves on the grassland. However, as analyzed a few days ago, those forces had no reason to instigate horse thieves to rob the food delivery team.
The Central Plains countries negotiated with the Left Court of the Royal Court. This grain delivery team represents attitude. The grain transported mainly has a symbolic meaning, and the quantity is not too large. If this group of horse thieves come for food and grass, then when they find out this
After the food delivery team is very difficult to chew, it should be withdrawn immediately. Unless the purpose of the horse thief robbery and killing the food team is not food, but wants to break the agreement, or target someone in the food team, then this matter will
Becomes very tricky.
Thinking of this, he subconsciously glanced at the car window beside him with his light. A winter wind blew, brushing a corner of the curtain, revealing Mo Shanshan's calm and indifferent face that was not angry or happy.
In his opinion, the food delivery team is qualified to attract so many horse thieves, but only the girl in white in the carriage. Of course, when thinking about this problem, he eliminated himself in advance because he believed that no one was allowed.
I knew that I was disguised as a male disciple of Mochiyuan and mixed in the food delivery team.
The situation gradually deteriorated as Ning Que thought. The atmosphere in the food delivery team only relaxed for a day, and then it quickly became more tense and even panicked, because in the next two or three days, the horse thief was adorned with the food delivery team.
Not only did they not leave, but new small groups of horse thieves continued to appear and merge into the group of horse thieves in the distance.
This place is not too far from the royal court. It only takes about two and a half days to arrive at the elite cavalry to help. The food delivery team cannot break through with light equipment, so they have to rely on the reinforcements. That night, two fireworks rose in the camp.
The night sky shines brightly on the deep night, and at the same time it also shines out the horse thieves who are like mountains in the distance.
Fireworks bloomed all the way, and horse thieves were rushing in. The number of horse thieves adorned with the grain team was increasing, and they were gradually becoming a sea of black people. Even if the people in the grain team took a look, they felt frightened.
Ning Que became more and more silent. He looked at the group of horse thieves who had more than 600 riders in the distance, and the doubts in his heart became more and more intense: What exactly do these horse thieves want to do?