The Jinlu and Qiang people quickly discovered this unusual movement. Faced with so many soldiers, they turned around and ran away without hesitation.
However, on the way here, it was Yin Nan who led the way.
Yin Nan grabbed the knife in his hand and led the people upward in the same way. He twitched his ears and suddenly jumped out. Before anyone could see the difference, they heard a scream of "Ah", and the snow quickly filled the ground. It smells like rust.
Then, Yin Nan walked out with a bloody sharp knife, his eyes shining brightly in the snowy night, like a cat, and began to wander around, catching the enemy's scent.
She muttered: "One."
The mixture of ruthlessness and excitement in her created a thrilling excitement.
Then, Chang Long took out his knife and swiped it at Jin Lu who was hiding in the shadow of the stone. After ten moves, he shook his fist and said, "Two."
This massacre became lasting.
The Jinlu and Qiang people were extremely sharp and agile. After discovering that they were surrounded, they immediately scattered and hid separately. For a time, the enemy was in darkness and we were clear, and we could only rely on closing the encirclement to search.
One after another, Jinlu fell to the sword. Two Qiang men jumped up and ran faster than rabbits in the snow. Mo Lingfeng, who was walking in the middle, could clearly see one of the Qiang men from a distance through the light of the snow. The face of the man who escaped!
She can no longer remember this person's face clearly, but whenever she encounters him, she will remember it, as if this person's face is inexplicably familiar and she can always recognize it.
She did not waste her attention on this person and led the soldiers to continue the sweep.
Zell, a Qiang man, ran past under Mo Lingfeng's nose and felt a panic. He looked around with a pair of wolf eyes, watching the encirclement shrinking.
He quietly changed his hiding place, squatted down on an old tree branch, took out the white stone from his arms, held it in his hands, lowered his head and kissed it, and at the same time prayed for the white stone's blessing in his heart.
A companion also jumped up lightly. Even though it was light enough, it was also powerful. The snow on the treetops shook off, and the two people's hearts suddenly lifted.
Fortunately, the snow was heavy enough to cover up the unusual movement here.
Under the skylight, the snow light turned into a faint blue color, and then gradually turned white. Time also passed with this light, until the flying snow stopped and the snow turned white again. The entire Hengshan Mountain had been searched by them.
Two battalions of soldiers and horses surrounded the small Hengshan Fort. The soldiers dragged up the corpses, stripped off the scimitars, bows and arrows and other items, and counted the numbers.
Ninety people.
Mo Lingfeng moved his steps and looked at the faces one by one. He didn't find the Qiang man among them, so he looked up at Hengshan Fort.
"There is still one fish that slipped through the net, at least one."
Yin Nan immediately led people into Hengshan Fort to search.
In the Hengshan Fort, there were about a dozen corpses lying strewn about. They were soldiers guarding the Hengshan Fort. Yin Nan led a group of women's soldiers in. They did not search out the golden prisoners. Instead, they found three soldiers who had escaped.
Mo Lingfeng asked Yin Nan to continue to guard the inside, then raised his head and looked at the roof tiles of Hengshan Fort.
Hengshan Fort is too old, so old that it is riddled with holes. At a glance, in addition to the white snow, there are stones and beams that have been constantly repaired and reinforced. It looks intact on the outside, but it may be empty inside.
She looked with her hands behind her hands, thinking carefully as she looked, and at the same time took a step back, behind Mr. Nomad: "Be careful."
Nomad Qing held his sword in front of him, shielding her. Mo Lingfeng hid behind Nomad Qing. Looking up again, the sky gradually became brighter, casting meandering light and shadow on the snow, casting on Mo Lingfeng's face.
Her outline has gradually become clearer, her eyes are calm and sharp, and she shoots out like an arrow, sweeping over every suspicious place. The surrounding area becomes silent, and everyone's eyes follow her closely.
Half an hour later, she found nothing, but she had no intention of evacuating at all. With a face that was blue from the cold, she told the Nomad Minister: "Fire the arrows, and you will see people alive, and you will see corpses if you die."
The archer stepped forward with his bow, aimed the arrow at any gap where someone could hide, and released the arrow with a "whoosh" sound.
Soon, the fortress turned into a huge hedgehog, and there was no place to start.
The world was so quiet that only the sound of breathing was left. Mo Lingfeng could hear the sound of snow falling from the branches, fine, flying, and continuous.
Every quarter of an hour, the soldiers would take turns moving their hands and feet, eating some dry food that looked like ice shavings, chewing it in their mouths long enough, and then swallowing it.
Half an hour later, there was still no movement.
Are there really any fish that have slipped through the net?
They didn't dare to ask questions, because Mo Lingfeng was also standing here waiting. She stared at Hengshan Fort calmly, waiting for the blood to flow out.
However, the sky only briefly became bright, and soon fell into gloom again, with the cold wind raging, and another blizzard about to fall - in the middle of winter in the castle, it was snowing one after another, and it was rare to get clear.
Nomad Qing stepped forward amidst the solemn silence, walked to Mo Lingfeng, and whispered: "Girl, withdraw. If we continue like this, we won't be able to survive."
As soon as he finished speaking, the wind started to blow up, whistling back and forth, making a sharp and narrow whimpering sound. With the help of the wind, the snow flakes became like blades and plunged diagonally into the snow.
Mo Lingfeng was convinced that the Qiang man was here, so he turned his stiff wrist and said, "Wait a moment, it's almost over."
They had food and drink, but they couldn't bear the cold. The other party didn't move at all, which made it even more unbearable.
Nomad Qing nodded and exhaled a large cloud of white air. Just as he was about to retreat, the snow not far ahead suddenly rose upward, causing the wind to stir up a fog that covered the sky and the sun.
The Qiang man hidden in the snow suddenly pounced on Mo Lingfeng. Nomad Qing stepped forward with his sword and blocked the attack. He was about to show off his skills and cut the Qiang man to the ground when a short startled sound suddenly came from behind him. call.
Nomad raised his leg and kicked the man away. Looking back, he saw a young Qiang man, like a ghost, emerging from the snow silently. Taking advantage of his companion's pounce, he held a scimitar and cut the blade. He stretched straight towards Mo Lingfeng's neck.
Mo Lingfeng swallowed and felt a cold feeling on his neck. He lowered his eyes and looked at the cold light of the sword. He raised his head and saw one after another Qiang people jumping out.
Six people in total.
When they were encircled, they quickly ran to Hengshan Fort, the center of the encirclement. They covered their heads with fur hats, tightened their fur robes tightly, and buried themselves in the snow under the eaves, leaving only a small hole with their fingers to vent their air.
The continuous heavy snow covered the churned snowdrifts again, covering their whereabouts. Originally, they could escape just by waiting for Mo Lingfeng and his party to leave.
Unexpectedly, Mo Lingfeng waited here for a full hour, and would continue to wait until they were frozen solid.
They couldn't wait any longer, it was too cold.
When one of them couldn't hold back and took action, Zell took action decisively and quickly, without giving anyone time to react, and directly put the knife on Mo Leafeng's neck.
"Capture the thief first, capture the king, God of Stone will bless her," he thought to himself, "It's a pity that I can't kill her to avenge my clan."
Tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival. I have to travel far and take a day off. I wish you all a happy holiday in advance.
(End of chapter)
