"...This is very wrong." The leader said.
The subordinate asked: "Boss, what's wrong with this?"
Hearing this, the leader glared at his unimproved subordinate angrily and said, "Is that thing around your neck just for display? You fought with them during the day and gnawed a lot of their meat. They were killed at night." We are trapped in the mountain and cannot go down. Not to mention that we will come back, even if we don't come back, the wild beasts and raptors will be enough to drink a pot. Do you think it is normal to sleep so deeply? "
This is also true when subordinates hear it.
The leader glanced at the direction of Shen Tang's camp and guessed: "There should be an ambush nearby, waiting for us to take the bait and die."
The subordinate hesitated: "Then should we take action?"
A snort of laughter escaped the tip of the leader's nose, and he said disdainfully: "We've already come, how can we return empty-handed? An ambush can only be called an ambush if it is unexpected and unprepared. An ambush that is seen through is a joke. You, lead six brothers from Go over here, you and your ten brothers will go up from there... Lao Jiu and Lao Ma will take the others... and the rest will follow behind!"
He did not choose to rush in with everyone, but chose to spread out and surround them. According to the news sent back by the people below, there are only forty or fifty people left in this group of caravan guards, and all of them are injured. In this case, we can only concentrate our forces as a group and use the terrain to determine the direction of the sneak attack. That is, we can concentrate our force to set up an ambush on the mountain road on the diagonal side of the camp.
A small number of people pretended to be sleeping and snored loudly, thereby lowering the enemy's vigilance and making them relax. The rest were lying in wait for the target to appear and catch the enemy off guard.
To be on the safe side, the leader chose to spread out his force and send out multiple teams to attack separately. As long as one of them found the ambush position, they could work together to encircle and kill the camp guards.
Under normal circumstances, the leader's method is effective, but the real situation is too different from what he thinks. The snores in the camp were real snores. Those gangsters had been ambush one after another for more than an hour. The only ambush was——
Shen Tang and Zhai Le squatted on the tree to feed mosquitoes.
Oh, no, only Shen Tang feeds mosquitoes.
The enemies who ambush them were only two people from beginning to end.
Of course, the leader's method of spreading the attack still caused some trouble for them. Zhai Le, who was listening to the sound and identifying the location, frowned slightly and communicated with Shen Tang in a low voice: "They chose to disperse their actions. This is not good. We must move quickly..."
If the bandits can gather in one place, their arrows will not miss if they are not accurate enough. Brother Shen can kill people with his sword without having to run back.
Now that they were scattered, it was more than a little more difficult for just the two of them to take down all the bandits in a short time.
Shen Tang raised his head and took a sip of Dukang wine.
"Don't panic." He said using his sleeve to wipe the remaining alcohol from the corner of his mouth and said with a smile, "I will kill one person in ten steps!"
Lifting the sword, he jumped down from the treetop first, concentrating literary energy on the sword, and the momentum instantly soared to its peak, and he swung it with all his strength. The invisible and transparent sword energy blasted toward the ground from top to bottom with a harsh explosive sound.
boom!
The ground exploded, and sword marks of several feet lay beneath the bandits' feet.
The dust rose several feet high, and for a moment it was like clouds covering the sky and the moon, blocking all moonlight. A white shadow broke through the dust and fog like a shooting star, and an almost substantial murderous intent rushed toward his face.
Everything happened in a blink of an eye.
The leader was horrified.
"who is it!"
He summoned his courage and turned into a cross halberd in his hand.
The tip of the nearly ten-foot-long halberd was thrust towards Shen Tang, hitting the vital part of his face, but was easily blocked by the long sword that seemed as thin as a cicada's wing.
The spear tip collided with the sword body, and the majestic force made the leader's jaw numb. This force also gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but he couldn't remember it for a while. It wasn't until Shen Tang choked several bandit boys while she was dealing with him, and the sword reflected the moonlight, that he suddenly remembered and his pupils trembled.
"It's actually you!"
"It's me." Shen Tang was surprised at first, but when she saw the halberd clearly, memories came back like a tide. It was true that we were enemies on a narrow road. She sneered, "Since you are a guest, you might as well leave your life behind!"
The leader laughed angrily: "Today is the day you die!"
"Really? You might as well open your eyes and see who is the disadvantaged one now!" Shen Tang also likes to say harsh words, and Shen Tang has the same attitude towards such people -
Go to hell!
When the leader heard this, his heart grew cold.
Only then did he notice someone shooting cold arrows from a high place.
At least four at a time!
Every arrow can hit the target accurately, and it seems that the dark night has not affected this person's performance. Some accurately penetrate the eyebrows and kill with one arrow. Although some of the arrows missed their vital points, the force brought by the arrows was astonishing. Most of them passed through the body and sank deeply into the mud, restricting the target's movement. If someone pulls out an arrow, the next arrow will be aimed at the head.
Almost every breath someone falls to a cold arrow.
The leader was shocked and horrified.
It's troublesome in the dark, but it's also troublesome on the surface.
He clearly remembered that this boy managed to survive under his hands a few months ago, but he was unable to do anything about it this time. The latter obviously didn't take him seriously. While dealing with his attack, they still had the energy to kill other bandits.
Even though he danced with his almost ten-foot-long halberd so that the spear shadow was dense and leak-proof, whether it was a horizontal strike or a straight thrust, and he used eighteen kinds of skills, Shen Tang still handled it with ease, and the tip of the spear did not even touch the corners of other people's clothes. …
Where is the shadow of the former scurrying around and running around in embarrassment?
With only one man and one sword, plus the secret archers, more than a hundred of them were stopped here, unable to move even an inch.
Shen Tang seemed to see through his doubts.
Huo Diqi stepped forward. The halberd in the leader's hand was too long, and it was too late to come back for help. He immediately abandoned the halberd and turned it into a short blade.
In an instant, the martial energy in the Dan Mansion was squeezed to the limit, the blade was gathered together, and a knife was struck at close range. It was too late to dodge at such a close distance - the sword energy could easily split a person in half!
But the leader never expected——
The sword energy collided with the black and white literary energy that suddenly appeared and intertwined into a cocoon, erupting into a terrifying air wave that could blow people several feet away. Shen Tang was unscathed, but he flew backwards and rolled to the ground, spinning around for several times before stopping. At this time, the blood in his chest surged, and another mouthful of blood spilled out of the corner of his mouth.
Shen Tang smiled: "Is it unexpected?"
Although her style of striking with a sword is quite like a brave warrior, the inscription on her waist silently shows everyone that she is a scribe!
How can a scribe not know how to protect himself wisely?
Zhai Le squatted on the tree, and did not miss the flash of literary spirit. He frowned in grievance - he had not forgotten what a certain Brother Shen said: "Don't play the auxiliary position."
Shen Tang looked at the leader who couldn't stand up, and was about to raise his sword to make up for it and take away the head. Unexpectedly, the leader suddenly raised his hand and shouted with blood in his mouth: "Stop, I am the one who lost!" "
The situation was over. He brought more than a hundred people with him, more than 30 people died and more than 30 people were injured. The remaining dozens of people who were responsible for supporting the rear were all so terrified by this scene that they urinated, crawled and ran away in the opposite direction.
There is no doubt about the outcome.
Shen Tang snorted coldly.
He just stopped when he said it, didn't he lose face?
Shen Tang tightened the hilt of his sword.
At this time, dense screams were heard one after another not far away.
Shen Tang and the leader were both shocked.
Which direction?
Could it be that those who screamed in agony were those dozens of deserters?
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