The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 148: Ma Yi is like snow
He Xinliang Chapter 148 Ma Yi Ru Xue
Fighting knives in the snow
Author: Fenghuo Opera Princes
[Update time]2014-02-0803:16:02[Word count]4174
On the desert outside the Great Wall, there was a ride westward with double knives around his waist. The man wore a burlap linen.
To the west of Liangzhou, there were three military towns in Fengxiang Linyao Qingcang in ancient times, controlling the upper reaches of the Central Plains, and at the same time forming a corner with Tietiemen Pass, constraining the vast western region together. It’s just that the three towns have long been deserted and have become an excellent hiding place for hundreds of thousands of refugees. These desperadoes are especially brave and good at fighting. Not to mention young men, they are women and seven or eight-year-old children. As long as they were given a wooden spear, they would dare to fight hard with the soldiers of the Northern Liang Dynasty. The Liangzhou Frontier Army has always used the refugees to practice martial arts. . The first thing in the selection of the Northern Liang crossbowmen is to throw in here, only to give a horse a crossbow and a cold knife, and then ask for a lot of blessings, can live for the next month, it is considered to have crossed the first. If the threshold is dead, even collecting the corpse is an extravagant hope. The gang of criminals who hate Beiliang will whip the corpse to shreds. People in Lingzhou far away from the border said that the children who grew up there like kicking and playing with the skulls of the fallen soldiers in Beiliang, so the guys there are not humans or ghosts, they are very crippled.
When I rode west for two hundred miles, I met a group of future crossbowmen who had just thrown into this place. The two sides were ignited, and there was no word at all. The hemp man lightly blocked the short crossbow shooting and two charges. , Never hurt people, these elite soldiers returned without success, and no longer expected to gnaw off this hard bone. Although the amount of beheading after returning to Liangzhou was linked to the amount of silver reward, the original intention was still to survive. After picking up the crossbow arrows, the heads of the siblings silently detoured away. In this place where refugees gather, there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and there are many people who fled outside the Great Wall after committing a crime in Liyang. Those who can stand firm here are not high in martial arts, or proficient in side-doors, so that gang of soldiers met this name. The Sabre knight in white linen didn't find it strange, but it was strange that this young guy who looked at him didn't even get a sword out of the sheath, so he blocked all the offensives and made them feel jealous.
Tens of thousands of refugees, mixed with fish and dragons, are not scattered. They are mainly concentrated in the three abandoned cities from east to west, Qing Cang Lin Yao Fengxiang, which were removed from the Liyang map, because once they are dispersed, they will definitely become Beiliang. The ghosts of the armored soldiers, the refugees rarely have weapons close to them, such a straggler, and a group of armored soldiers who are expected to become the elite scouts of Beiliang, they will die without fear of death. As for why Beiliang didn’t conquer the three cities in one go, the refugees who were lucky to be alive didn’t bother to care about it. They wished that the old man of Beiliang King would let them go as a fart, but I heard that this man was dead, they Doubtful, at first he was more or less relieved, and then the three cities all rumored that the new king was on the upper hand, and if they wanted to use them, they would soon be crushed by soldiers, which immediately made people fearful. What these refugees hate most is the poisonous man Li Yishan. When the Xu family entered Beiliang, those local rich and powerful families who showed a little bit of alienation were all driven to extinction, and a child who was not left, not taller than horseback, was killed. After driving here, the soldiers from the Northern Liang Dynasty came here to hunt for military exploits, and they did not allow Liangzhou to flow into this place. A catty of salt and a piece of iron were all instructed by Li Yishan. In the early years, there were people who were greedy for prosperity and wealth, hoping to use the secret military information of the three cities as investment. In order to exchange his name with Beiliang for a stable life, Li Yishan ordered the slaughter and threw the corpses directly outside Qingcang City. Only then did all the refugees completely give up. The surnamed Li was determined to let them. Be a lonely ghost for a lifetime! As for the old Northern Liang King Xu Xiao, in the past, the refugees hated me and were more fearful. Now that people are slaughtered, they turn to hate, because some people have noses and eyes to say, and people have last words before they die, and they want the new king to use them. Two hundred thousand refugees were buried with him. Fortunately, he gathered a million soldiers in the underworld before he could go to fight with the king of Yan. This kind of unbelievable nonsense at first sounds, in the precarious place of refugees, no one does not believe it!
Yiqi is approaching Qingcang City. In the twilight, the smoke of several villages can be seen vaguely. In this area, there are few Beiliang horsemen who dare to wander unscrupulously. Hitomi, come here and take a long walk around the city. The man with the saber led the horse and asked for a scoop of water from a mud hut at the entrance of the village. A family of four, a strong dark-skinned couple and a pair of children without shoes, had unusually cold eyes, probably from the visitors. With double knives at his waist, he suppressed the urge to kill people and seize horses. The man in charge endured the pain, scooped up a scoop of muddy water from the bottom of the tank and handed it out. The man was not drinking himself to quench his thirst, but violating the world. Used to wash the horse's nose, the two children of this family looked at one person and one horse from a distance, with fiery eyes. Here, if you have an iron knife, it will be easier to survive. As for having a good horse to ride, it is purely a very extravagant thing. If you have a backer, it is better to say, otherwise it is equivalent to saying "Kneel and beg for death" on the face. Big print. When the young and gray-faced knight exchanged the gourd scoop, he glanced at the two children, also looking at the knife. There was a young boy in Daomaguan for the clean dream of the rivers and lakes in his mind. The child is thinking about **** when he is killed. There is a world of difference between the two, but there is no right or wrong. Before leading the horse to leave, he took out a large amount of silver from the bulging purse and threw it out. The man caught the silver, took a bite, and grinned at him, with no gratitude in his eyes.
It didn’t take long for the man to call on the village’s twenty-odd young man, carrying the wooden spears that are indispensable to the maidens, and there are also some strong women and older children who are not far behind. , Aggressively, intercepted the outlander who accidentally exposed the yellow and white things, saying that the interception was not accurate, because the guy stopped the horse not far from the village, as if he had been waiting for them. The hanging sword rode alone, gently tossed the money bag into the open space in front of him, and said in an authentic Beiliang accent: "Don't be afraid of death, if you have the ability, take it away."
In this way, no one dared to act rashly first. The bag of silver is of course attractive, but the young ranger riding a sword does not look like a short-lived person who is easy to be robbed. Seeing that they were silent, the ranger clamped his horse's belly, stomped on the ground lightly with his horse's hoof, and went to the bag of money. At this moment, a wooden spear swiftly swept out, and the sharpened spear pierced the ranger's chest. The spearman was a tall and sturdy boy. The spear technique was fed by assassinating countless cunning gerbils by the boy. , I mean where to stab, I have nothing to say. It's just that the wooden spear is sharp, but the ranger didn't know how to move, so he turned the tip of the spear and lightly grasped the wooden spear. Except for the fierce young man who was at a loss, the rest of the men and women retreated with their spears in order to keep them clear of the young man. Boundary. The Sabre Ranger pierced the money pouch with the tip of his spear, and rode his horse slowly towards the boy. The money pouch was tightly knitted, and stopped after sliding down the middle section of the wooden spear. The horse's hoof is not heavy, but the sound is knocking on the heart of the refugees. The young man who was motivated by the wealth did not wait for death, did not retreat, and ran wildly facing one person and one horse. He did not run straight, like a snake twisting and sliding on the sand. The young man swept across the horse's head a little bit, twisted his toes, and slammed into the horse's belly. The ranger arbitrarily stretched out his hand, took the young man's head, and threw it high, pointing the tip of the spear directly at the young man's abdomen.
At this time, there was a wailing from behind the men and women, a scrawny girl staggered out of the wall, the ranger frowned, and the spear drew half an arc in the air. The young man fell heavily to the ground and escaped. The fate of being pierced by his own wooden spear and dying, he fell hard, but shook his head, stood up and protected the yellow-faced little girl behind him, staring at the ranger leaning on the horseback with the wooden spear. .
The ranger threw a wooden spear and leaned into the yellow sand a few steps in front of the boy and girl. His eyes jumped over the boy's head and glanced at the group of vagrant men and women. Then he reined his horse. Turned around and walked away.
The girl who was so skinny that she could not even have frostbite, sobbed and hugged the dependent teenager. The young man who survived the catastrophe drew out his spear with trembling hands, pulled the heavy money bag into his hand, opened the knot, poured out only a small piece of silver, and then gave the money bag to the village elders to "divide the spoils." It's not that young people are poor and generous, but don't mention any monopoly, even if it is a little bit more, it will be beaten up. Only this time, the young man was surprised that none of the thirty men and women in the village came forward to receive the money bags. The young man is not stupid, remembering the look of the ranger before he left, it was obviously the master of the rivers and lakes that made these people dare not touch the silver. The young man had no elders in his family for a long time. Even if he hadn't read a book for a day and learned a word, he had taught the world a little sophistication, so he used his money to buy poor dry meat and coarse grains from those people.
After squandering a bag of silver, the boy did not rush back to the village, but gave the little piece of silver left to his sister, squatted down, let her ride on her neck, stood up slowly, and almost carried the pole. The wooden spear that killed his life, the young man was a little upset and took the money bag. He looked at Qingcang City. He could no longer see the ranger. The young man said with a bright smile: "Little grass roots, yes. Yinzi Yo."
The little girl clenched her silver tightly, resting her chin on her brother's head, and gave a vigorous hum.
That Yiqi rushed into Qingcang City with its ruined walls before the entrance guard. There is no barrier to say that being alive is the biggest barrier. Who cares about your surname and your household registration. In this city, it doesn't matter if you are Zhang Julu and Zhang Shoufu, as is the emperor's son. I'm afraid that only Beiliang's surname Xu can speak and count. After entering the city, the ranger sits on horseback and looks around. It really doesn’t look like the city in the Beiliang area. It doesn’t matter whether it is rich or poor. It’s also poor at the same time. It’s just a pedestrian on the road inside the city, and lives in peace. Comfortable, in the streets of Qingcang City, there are actually many voluminous men with brocade clothes and silks to show up, but everyone is in danger, looking at each other, and they are all wary, and there are few tourists alone, mostly in groups, some squatting in the street. The green skin of the scorpion, who is idle, is not as lazy as the snake in the Central Plains, and it feels half-dead. At this moment, the few gangs who look up at him are all fierce, and they seem to count him all at once. How many silver taels can be sold with one horse and two knives and one wealth, and also to figure out whether or not to work hard for this windfall. In such a dangerous place where everyone is wolves, if you throw in a scholar who recites the wind and the moon, you will probably be hacked to death on the spot.
Ranger raised his head slightly and saw the towering wolf-smoke arrow tower in the city. There were hundreds of thousands of refugees. For nearly two decades, only four people had broken a **** road and proclaimed themselves kings. Three of them accounted for the Fengxiang Lin Rumor. Qing Cang, his own rule, the last "Fang Wang" between the two old military towns in Linyao Fengxiang, established a giant sect that feeds nearly 10,000 people. Liang Youqi cuts meat with a blunt knife, and his power is the weakest, but his temperament is also the most violent. His real name is Cai Junchen. He was once a swordsman who hadn't flown out of Yangjiang Lake. Later, he was lucky enough to make himself here, so he gave himself an indecent nickname. It’s sour and long. What’s the name of the Thousand Shuang Wan Sydney Foil Sword. When a famous swordsman comes, he will be "invited" by the master of the blue sky to learn swordsmanship, and then those swordsmen will have no choice but to become Cai Junchen. When encountering troubles, he likes to plant a famous sword on the woman. The beautiful name is "One Tree Pear Flower". It can be seen that the city lord, who is respected by the local refugees as the Dragon King of Xixia, is very "Feng Ya".
The ranger followed the wolf-smoke arrow tower in his sight to the west. Cai Junchen’s "Dragon King Mansion" is at the westernmost part of the city. It can’t be done. Qing Cang is closest to Beiliang in the east. Cai Junchen can be more when he abandons the city and runs away. Faster. Xixia Dragon King keeps saying that one day he will lead his troops to fight to that Qingliang Mountain~IndoMTL.com~Who believe it? I'm afraid Cai Junchen himself was the first to not believe it.
The Dragon King's Mansion in Qingcang City encompasses the entire West City. According to the shape of the capital, it also separates the inner palace and the outer imperial city. The so-called imperial city walls are nothing more than two-foot-high red lacquered battlements, but there are some halls in the city. The pavilion is really a lot of money covered with bright yellow glazed tiles, and finally has such an emperor's spirit, and it is completely ruined by the arrow towers of different heights. Every time Qing Cang had a rebellion, the imperial wall was easily overturned, and then these hedgehog-like arrow towers made contributions. However, this kind of rise and death will be the two or three hundred people, and it is not even as good as some horse thieves in the land of the refugees. This ride was still a hundred feet away from the gate of the imperial city, and was intercepted by a team of leather-armored pawns blocking the barrier, holding a rare bright iron spear. The head was a brawny man with a saber like a school captain, wearing an old Nantang style iron armor. After he caught a glimpse of the two sabers of the fat guy, he couldn't look away from the hot sight, and he laughed loudly: "There are thieves who are good at it. Go to the imperial city, sons and sons, kill on the spot!"
Twenty-odd spear-armed pawns rushed over with a hurry. There was no formation at all, but it was better than a strong and brave body.
The captain suddenly shouted: "Wait!"
The pawns stopped their pace abruptly, Tang Jia drew a knife, pointed at the ranger, and said with a smile: "Boy, the knife is a good knife, tell me the name of your sabre before you die. Grabbing a famous knife is not better than grabbing a wife. The latter can ignore the name. The master does not know how to pity a wife, but he is a man who loves a good knife."
Ranger, dressed in sackcloth like snow, smiled and said: "One embroidered winter, one cross-river pawn."