Chapter 477: Qingcang City set up a jar to catch turtles, and Xu Fengnian suffered severe damage to planting cold
In the desert outside the border, there was a rider walking west, and the horseman wore a pair of swords around his waist and a coarse linen.
Going further west of Liangzhou, there were three military towns, Fengxiang, Linyao and Qingcang, which controlled the upper reaches of the Central Plains, and at the same time were mutually steered with Tiemen Pass, and together they clamped the vast Western Regions. However, now the three towns have long been abandoned and have become an excellent hiding point for tens of thousands of refugees. These desperate people who are guilty are especially brave and good at fighting. Not to mention the young and strong men, even women and children of seven or eight years old, they dare to fight against the soldiers of the Northern Liang Dynasty as long as they are given a wooden spear. The border troops in Liangzhou have always had the habit of using refugees to perform martial arts and train soldiers. Most of the bloody nature of these criminals was forced by the Iron Cavalry of Northern Liang, so they had to jump over the wall in a hurry. The first thing that Beiliang crossbowmen was to throw it here, give only a horse, a crossbow and a cold knife, and then ask for more blessings. Only by living for the next month can you cross the first threshold. If you die, even collecting corpses is a luxury. You will be whipping the corpse to pieces that have long been broken by the sinners who hated Beiliang. The people of Lingzhou, far away from the border, all say that children who grew up there like to kick and play with the skulls of the fallen soldiers in Beiliang, so the guys there are all very scary.
When the horse went west for two hundred miles, he met a group of future crossbowmen who had just joined the place. Both sides were about to break out and there was no words at all. The man with a rough numbness lightly blocked the short crossbow and shot two rounds of charge, never hurting anyone. These elite soldiers returned without success and no longer wanted to bite this hard bone. Although the amount of beheading after returning to Liangzhou was linked to the amount of silver rewards, their original intention was to survive. Since they clearly could not cut off the guy’s head, they silently took a detour after picking up crossbow arrows. This place where refugees gather, there are many people from the world who fled outside the world after committing a crime in Liyang. Those who can gain a foothold here are either high martial arts realm or proficient in the side of the other side. Therefore, the soldiers who met this sword knight in white clothes did not find it strange. It was strange that this guy who was not old had not even sheathed a sword, and blocked all the attacks, which made them feel afraid.
Tens of thousands of refugees who were mixed with fish and dragons were not scattered, and were mainly concentrated in the three abandoned cities, Qingcang, Linyao and Fengxiang, which were removed from the Liyang map, from east to west, because once they were dispersed, they would definitely become the sword ghost of the Northern Liang soldiers. The refugees rarely have weapons to hang around. Such scattered soldiers and soldiers who are expected to become elite scouts in Beiliang will die even if they are not afraid of death. As for why Beiliang did not conquer the three cities in one go, the refugees who were lucky enough to be alive were too lazy to care about this, and they were eager to let the old man Beiliang take them as a fart. However, they heard that the man was dead, and they were half-believing and half-doubted. At first, they were more or less relieved. Then all the three cities were rumored that the new king was in power and wanted to use them to establish his authority. Soon the troops would be overwhelmed, which immediately made people feel worried. These refugees actually hate the most is the poisonous man Li Yishan. When the Xu family entered Beiliang, the local wealthy families who showed a little distortion were all young and strong.All the kids who were killed were killed, and no one left, not higher than the horse’s back were driven here. Later, the soldiers of Northern Liang came here to hunt for military merits, and the prohibition of Liangzhou from flowing into this place were all from Li Yishan’s instructions. In the early years, some people were greedy for wealth and honor, hoping to use the secret military intelligence of the three cities as a letter of fame, so as to exchange a stable life with Beiliang. As a result, Li Yishan ordered all the slaughter and threw the body out of Qingcang City. All the refugees completely gave up. The surname Li was determined to make them be lonely ghosts for the rest of their lives! As for the old King of Northern Liang, Xu Xiao, the refugees used to hate him, and were more afraid. Now that the man has been slaughtered, they have turned to hatred, because someone has a nose and eyes that the man has a last word before the man has a murder, and he asked the new king to use 200,000 refugees to bury him with him. Fortunately, he has raised a million soldiers in the underworld before he can get a hand in the wrist. This kind of nonsense that sounds incredible at first glance is that no one doesn’t believe it in the refugee land where the day is in danger!
A cavalry approached Qingcang City, and the smoke from several villages could be seen vaguely in the dusk. In this area, few Northern Liang cavalrymen dared to swim unscrupulously. Last time, the son of the master and a double-pupil came here to wander around the city. The man with a sword walked with his horse and asked for a bucket of water from a mud house at the entrance of the village. The family of four, a strong and dark-skinned couple and a pair of children without shoes, looked extremely cold. Perhaps it was shocked by the visitor’s waist, which suppressed the urge to kill people and rob people and seize horses. The man in charge endured the pain and spooned a scoop of turbid water from the bottom of the water tank. The man did not drink water to quench his thirst, but used it as a waste of resources to wash the horse’s nose. Both children in this family looked at each other from a distance, with their eyes burning. Here, it is easier to survive with an iron knife. As for having a good horse to ride, it is purely a luxury. It is okay to have a backer, otherwise it is equivalent to writing the four big words “kneel and beg for death” on your face. When the young face and gray-haired knight changed the gourd, he glanced at the two children in a squint manner. It’s also about looking at the knife. There is a child in Daomaguan for the clean dream of the world in his mind. The children here think about how to kill people when they are killed. There is a world of difference between the two, but there is no right or wrong. Before leaving, he took out a piece of silver from his bulging bag and threw it out. The man caught the silver, bit it hard, and grinned at him, with no gratitude in his eyes.
Not long after, the man called the young and strong man in the village in the 20th year, carrying a wooden spear that every household could lose warmth but not missing. Some strong women and older children were not willing to fall behind. They were full of momentum and stopped the wanderer who accidentally exposed the yellow and white things. It was not accurate to say that the interception was because the guy stopped his horse not far from the village, as if he had been waiting for them. The hanger rode alone, threw the wallet 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. That bag of silver is certainly tempting, but this oneThe young ranger riding a horse looks like a short-lived guy who is easily robbed and killed. Seeing that they were not moving, the Ranger grabbed the horse’s belly and gently stepped on the ground, and headed to the bag of silver. At this moment, a wooden spear swept out, and the sharp spear stabbed the ranger’s chest. The person who spears out is a tall and strong boy. The spear technique was fed by the boy by assassinating countless cunning gerbils. It means stabbing wherever he is, and he has nothing to say. But the wooden spear was fierce, but unfortunately the Ranger didn’t know how to move, so he turned the tip of his spear and gently held it. Except for the ruthless boy who was at a loss, the rest of the men and women took the spear and retreated to clear the line with the boy. The sabre ranger stabbed his money bag with his spear and rode his horse slowly towards the boy. The money bag was knitted tightly, and it stopped when it fell into the middle of the wooden spear. The horse’s hooves were not heavy, but they were knocking on the hearts of the refugees. The young man who was interested in wealth did not wait to die, but instead advanced, he ran towards each other, without running straight lines, like a snake twisting and slipping on the sand. The flexible young man skipped half a foot from the horse’s head, twisted his toes, and turned his toes hard and rushed to the side of the horse’s abdomen. The Ranger stretched out his hand casually, grabbed the boy’s head, threw it high, and pointed the tip of the spear directly into the boy’s abdomen.
At this time, a wail came from behind the men and women, and a thin girl staggered out of the wall. The Ranger frowned, and the spear drew half an arc in the air. The boy fell heavily and escaped the fate of being penetrated by his wooden spear. He fell heavily, but shook his head and tried his best to stand up behind him, protecting the little girl with a pale face and skinny face, staring at the ranger who lifted the wooden spear diagonally on the horse’s back.
Ranger threw out the wooden spear and tilted into the yellow sand that was a few steps ahead of the boy and the girl. His eyes passed over the boy’s head and looked at the group of refugee men and women. Then he pulled the reins and turned around and left.
The girl who was so skinny that she had no flesh to rot even with frostbite, sobbed and hugged the boy who depended on her for life. The young man who survived the disaster trembled his hands and pulled out his spear, pulled the heavy bag of money on his hands, opened the knot, poured out only a small piece of broken silver, and then handed the bag to the elders in the village to “dividing the spoils”. It’s not that the young man is poor, but that he doesn’t mention anything solo. Even if he wants a little more, he will be beaten. But this time, the boy felt a big surprise. None of the thirty men and women in the village came forward to take the money bag. The boy was not stupid. I remembered the glance before the Ranger left. It was obviously the master of the martial arts world who made these people dare not touch the money. The young man lost his elders early in his family. Even if he had not read a book a day, he would have taught some human nature and worldly styles. He used money to buy poorly dried meat and coarse grains from those people.
After squandering a bag of silver, the boy did not rush to return to the village, but handed the remaining small piece of silver to his sister, squatted down, let her ride on her neck, slowly stood up, and carried the wooden spear that almost cost him his life. The boy was a little annoyed that the money bag was taken away by someone. He looked at Qingcang City and could no longer see the ranger. The boy smiled and said with a bright smile: “Little grass roots are money.”