Bai Ze glanced at Yu Youwei. The inn was right in front of him. It was dark in the dusk. He said, "It's a Taoist spell. Someone cast a spell. After the transportation team passed by, it blew the nearby snow over and blocked the official road. It was used to Delay our march."
Yu Wenhe looked stern.
Zhang Hu also changed his expression, looked at Yu Youwei, and asked: "What did Young Master Bai Ze say?"
Yu Youwei nodded slightly, smiled softly, and said: "Master Bai Ze's attainments in Taoist magic are indeed mysterious. Youwei admires him." She looked at the inn not far away and said: "Nothing goes wrong, they will take action tonight, right here here."
"Then are we staying at this inn?" Zhang Hu asked.
"Stay, why not?" Yu You chuckled slightly, "The Sun family in Yucheng is not so scared that we don't even dare to live in the inn. The ten noble families in the Southern Territory were wiped out by the prince, and nine families are left. Now the elites of the nine families are all In the battle with Dagong in Weicheng, even if the Sun family in Yucheng had a back-up force, their strength would only be a few thousand."
"Thousands?!" Zhang Hu was shocked, "We are only three hundred in number, and we still have to protect the carriage. If thousands of people from the Yucheng Sun family rush over, how can we defend ourselves?"
"They still have to defend the city, and it is impossible to send out all the troops." Yu Wenhe was calm, "What do you think Director Lu's purpose is in guarding Heyang City? Anyone in the six cities who dares to send troops will definitely have their own swords. Come, break the city and enter."
"What Yu Xiaowei said makes sense." Yu You nodded slightly, "The Sun family in Yucheng did not dare to make a big fuss. If a large number of people leave the city, Lu Qian will definitely receive the news immediately and come to Yucheng. With the current situation, Six Cities Except for Weicheng, Lu Qian will attack anyone who dares to leave the city. So this time Yucheng sends troops, up to a hundred."
"Out of the seven cities in the southern region, except Heyang, which is in the hands of the Marquis, the other six cities are controlled by aristocratic families." Zhang Hu asked, "Now that Weicheng is besieged, and the main forces of the aristocratic families are fighting against Da Zong in Weicheng, why do the remaining forces in the five cities dare not How about deploying all the troops to surround the Grand Duke's rear in a last-ditch battle? Commander Lu is guarding Heyang, but with his own strength, can he destroy the remaining five cities while the mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole behind him?"
"With all the troops in the five cities, Lu Qian can't defeat him." Yu Youwei said, "The century-old foundation of the family is not so easy to deal with. Don't look at the prince's horse trampling on the Du family and destroying the Du family. As long as there are still people in the family, after this battle, if the family wins and they are willing, the Du family can still be revived. However, if it is revived, the Du family will no longer be able to stand alongside the nine major families."
"Then why?" Zhang Hu hesitated.
"Haha, I don't dare." Yu Youwei said, "The main force of the aristocratic family is indeed in Weicheng, but even if Weicheng is defeated in this battle and the main force of the aristocratic family is completely wiped out, they are still the masters of each city. But if they try their best, if they are all wiped out, then It’s really over.”
Zhang Hu was thoughtful.
"To take a step back, they are all waiting." Yu You chuckled slightly, "This time the Southern Region aristocratic families gathered their forces, and it was clear that they were going to deal with Heyang City. Without the support of the Handan man, would they dare to rise up? The aristocratic families are all waiting, Preserve the foundation and wait for the soldier from Handan to leave Hulao Pass and point his sword at the rear of the Heyang military camp."
It's a pity that we can't wait for the time being.
Yu Youwei narrowed his eyes. The news came from Handan five days ago. The general of the army going south, the Great Sima Wang Lang of Yan State, was assassinated in the barracks. The assassin killed him, but the Great Sima was also injured because of it. He was bedridden and could not afford to be ill. The army was stationed in Taozhou. , unable to move forward half a step.
Situ He Zongtang was furious when he heard the news. He knew in his heart that Wang Lang was probably the one behind it, but Wang Lang was in Taozhou, so far away that he couldn't intervene at all. He could only watch Wang Lang delay his army's march south.
This was Yuan Zhe's reply to Xie Xuan.
The night He Zongtang received the news, he was so angry that he spurted out a mouthful of blood. He fell to the ground and muttered to himself: "God will destroy my family, God will destroy my family!"
Yu Youwei led people into the inn, but the three hundred sergeants could not be accommodated. Half of them settled in the inn and the other half were stationed outside the inn.
When the sky completely darkened, the stationed troops pulled up the tents and lit a bonfire. There was no need for them to cook tonight. The people at the post station received the news in advance and prepared meals for a hundred people. The people stationed outside the post station took turns entering the post station to eat in three batches.
Yu Wenhe and Zhang Hu each went to their own teams, but Yu Youwei invited Bai Ze to have dinner with him as usual.
The sergeant at the post station brought the food to Yu Youwei's room on the second floor. The girl closed the doors and windows and lit all the lights in the room, making the room suddenly bright.
"The target of the Jade City Assassins tonight must be the medicinal materials we escorted. Do you already have a countermeasure?" Bai Ze sat at the wooden table, watching Yu Youwei sit down, and asked her.
"Countermeasures?" Yu You smiled sweetly, "What countermeasures are there? I told Zhang Hu and Yu Wenhe to kill them when they come, that's all." After saying that, he took a bite of the dishes prepared by the station, tasted them, and frowned. "It tastes terrible."
"Your countermeasure is really simple and crude." Bai Ze commented.
At night, midnight. When the dead soldiers of the Sun family in Yucheng were a hundred feet away from the inn, Yu Youwei gently opened his eyes, touched them with his bare hands, and Jiao Wei suddenly appeared on the wooden table.
Bai Ze put away the "Haoran Zhengqi Sword", looked at the girl sitting by the window, about to play the piano, and asked: "Here?"
"Haha." Yu You chuckled slightly, but did not answer. "What music do you want to listen to, Master?"
"How about "A Hundred Birds Pay Attention to the Phoenix"?" Bai Ze asked her half-seriously.
Yu Youwei was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "Young master, you are making things difficult for me. This piece is a famous piece by Cai Yong, a famous qin master. It is so difficult that it has not been seen again in the North for a hundred years. How can Youwei know how to play it?"
Bai Ze didn't know what it felt like.
He opened the window, and the sky was full of wind and snow. The indoor lights were blown by the strong wind, and the lampshades were still flimsy and swaying.
"But since the young master wants to listen, Youwei can learn from it." Yu Youwei said suddenly. Bai Ze turned around and glanced at her, his eyes as deep as the sea, which made Yu Youwei stunned for a moment. His beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.
"Okay." Bai Ze said, turned out of the door and window, put his toes on the eaves of the second floor of the inn, climbed up to the top of the inn, stood on the snow-covered green tiles, and overlooked the snowy scene below.
A hundred feet away, the full moon hung low, and the moonlight was cold, but it also revealed the strangeness of the snow. There is no moon, so it can't snow, but it does snow within a hundred feet near the inn.
"Taoist skills." Bai Ze took a deep breath. The cold wind lifted the young man's black robe. His black hair was messy in the wind. The two swords at his waist exposed a corner of the robe, and Bai Ze held it down with one hand.
Outside the inn, the campfire crackled and burned, but was almost extinguished by the sudden heavy snow. Zhang Hu and Yu Wenhe had received Yu Youwei's reminder. Seeing this strange situation, they immediately became vigilant and called on their own troops to protect the carriage carrying medicinal materials.
The Yucheng Assassin, who had been lying in wait for a while, took action. He only heard the sound of the bowstring trembling in the wind and snow. Bai Ze listened, and the bowstring vibrated a hundred and eight times, followed closely by the sound of arrows piercing the air!
"Whoosh whoosh!——"
"Shield hand!" Yu Wenhe immediately commanded the light cavalry to raise their round shields to withstand the first round of arrow rain.
The arrow rain came from the front, formed an arc, and was thrown into the sky. It landed with an astonishing sound, like a black rainstorm.
The mercenaries did not respond in time, and nearly ten people were immediately killed under the rain of arrows. They were nailed to the ground outside the inn by the powerful projectile arrows of the long bow, and they screamed miserably.
Arrows broke through the window and left the door and windows of the inn full of holes. Yu Youwei was playing the piano by the window, with no fear on his face. During the melodious sound of the piano, the arrows flying towards his face seemed to hit an invisible barrier and be bounced away.
"Ahhh!——"
One hundred Qingqi were wearing light armor, but some were injured in the dense rain of arrows. Two people were directly penetrated by stray arrows, and it seemed that they could not survive.
"Three arrows shot together." Bai Ze stood on the top floor of the post station and noticed the mystery of the dense rain of arrows. It turned out that the men and horses from Yucheng used their bows to guide the arrows, but each person drew three arrows with one bow!
On the top floor of the inn, the first round of raining arrows was blocked by Bai Ze's round dance and his sword movement like the wind. The only thing that suffered was the roof. At this moment, more than a dozen long arrows were densely planted on the green tiles, and the arrow tail feathers were still trembling, making a frightening sound.
"Get ready," Commander Yucheng ordered. The assassin drew his arrow again, and again all three arrows were fired. "Fire the arrow!"
"Cover!" Yu Wenhe and Zhang Hu ordered, but the second round of arrow rain came too fast. Some people had no time to find cover, and more than a dozen people died in the rain of arrows.
"Get ready," Commander Tamaki ordered again, "Fire the arrow!"
The third round of arrows shot up into the night sky and swooped down. The number of arrows in this round of rain was obviously much smaller. The city lord's palace garrison and mercenaries either retreated to the inn or found bunkers, but there were not many casualties.
But the purpose of the last round of arrow rain is not to kill people, but to suppress them. Because taking advantage of this gap, Yucheng's assassins had already launched a charge and headed straight for the inn, caught in the wind and snow, with a very clear purpose, which was the carriages transporting medicinal materials.
Bai Ze is waiting, and so is Yu Youwei. But some people can't wait. Bai Ze has noticed that the environment where the station is located is changing again, and that change is far faster than supernatural evolution itself, and the speed is extremely fast.
"boom!--"
It wasn't wind at all, it was a blizzard tornado. Crazy energy blew from all directions, and the doors and windows of the inn were broken in an instant. Some people were caught off guard and were knocked to the ground.
The horses pulling the carriage were disturbed by the sudden strong wind and screamed one after another. The huge carriage was shaken by blizzard tornadoes from all directions. The wheels of the frontmost carriage were destroyed by the violently shaking body on the spot and collapsed in the snow.
Bai Ze faced the strong wind, and the black robe almost tried to drag him up to the sky. Yu Youwei's expression was still indifferent, and she gently stroked the strings with her bare hands. The sound of the three strings of pianos pierced the mighty storm, like a dragon returning to the sea, instantly disintegrating the strong winds on all sides.
