The young man in a short shirt said goodbye to Li Yanhe after getting back the document. When he returned to the inn on the edge of the city, he saw the caravan manager running over to him quickly. After getting the document, he returned to the caravan and everyone did not give him a good look. He obviously wanted to leave the inn. All the accidents here were attributed to Lin Manliu.
When the boy in the short shirt landed, he heard the people from the caravan discussing that after loading the goods, they should leave the city before the city gate closes to avoid causing more trouble. So he gave up Lin Manliu's idea of wandering around the city. He originally wanted to see if there was a pastry shop in the city outside, and see some novel ones so that he could go back and talk to his mother about whether he could do some. Maybe the business of the shop would still be good. Better.
After noon, all the goods that needed to be purchased were loaded into the trucks, and they immediately left the city and prepared to leave Shu through Jianmen Pass.
After the caravan of the boy in short shirt left the city for a period of time, more than a dozen Rongcheng cavalry also left the city in the same direction as the caravan, heading towards Jianmen Pass. During these two days of traveling, Lin Manliu clearly felt the change in the manager's attitude toward him.
As well as some caravan men who agreed with the management, they also began to have more or less repulsive thoughts towards this young man. Before, they would talk and laugh with themselves and praise their abilities on the road, but now it has become like this, short The young man in shirt thought that they would probably leave him behind after leaving Jianmen Pass.
Lin Manliu followed the convoy silently from behind, and some gossip came from time to time from the carriage in front.
"Why are you still taking him with you? It's just a ride. I didn't see Rongcheng because he was almost killed by the official. There is still almost a month to go and he hasn't even left the customs yet..."
"Speak less...how can you blame a child? Without him, the official would definitely find other reasons to make money from us."
"How many people are the sons of Brother Lin? You guys who usually work together can't take care of other people's children, so don't be ashamed to vent your anger on them."
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The voice on the other side of the caravan was not deliberately suppressed. It was obvious that he was not afraid that the boy in a short shirt would be resentful if he heard it. Lin Manliu had no thoughts about it. He should learn to bow his head when he was under someone else's roof. Others were just bullying him. He knew that in the outside world, It is better to follow them than to just leave him to fend for himself.
High mountains stand on both sides in front, leaving only a mountain road in the middle that goes straight up. The high mountains on both sides stand against each other like a half-open gate, standing thousands of feet tall. The mountain road in the middle is steep and difficult to navigate. It is worthy of the Sword Gate Pass that only one man can pass and no one can open. As the caravan reached the foot of the mountain, the sounds of birds gradually disappeared in the forest, as if all the surrounding sounds had disappeared, creating a frightening silence.
Suddenly there was a whoosh, and an arrow shot out and hit the edge of the carriage in front. Someone shouted: "Horse thief! There is a horse thief!". The caravan man quickly picked up the long stick or simple knife beside the goods and prepared to face the enemy. It was obviously not the first time he had to deal with an attack in the wild.
However, the horse thieves in the forest did not seem to be in a hurry to appear. They just shot arrows at the caravan one after another, and they were all aimed at the goods. Only a few arrows were shot at the caravan men, and they were also on the feet or sides. There were no arrows. To shoot.
Suddenly, bursts of mocking smiles came from the forest, probably because everyone in Zaixiao's caravan defended like frightened birds but could not confront the horse thieves head-on, so they could only be toyed with by the horse thieves like headless flies.
Under such pressure, even though there were no casualties, the caravan men obviously couldn't bear the fright. The orderly team commanded by the leading man began to become noisy, and some people began to worry about themselves. He hid behind the carriage, and some people began to run towards the road they came from. The caravan gradually collapsed like a broken jade plate that fell to the ground.
The man who was running to the rear had not run more than ten steps out of the caravan. Suddenly, three or four arrows shot at him unhurriedly. After all, the man's blood slowly flowed from his body to the ground. In the forest, The laughter that came from the scene became louder and louder, with bursts of laughter accompanied by some sarcastic words. By chance, the last direction the escaping man looked when he fell to the ground was right next to the shaft of the car where Lin Manliu was hiding. After that, he looked at the boy in a short shirt with unwilling eyes.
Lin Manliu looked at him with a very indifferent look. This man was the one who caused the caravan to be targeted by officials on the road ahead. Now he is shot by a horse thief because of his escape. It is really ridiculous. The young man in a short shirt clenched the hilt of his sword behind the chariot shaft, silently waiting for the moment when the horse thieves came out of the forest to encircle and suppress them.
The master once said to himself when he was practicing swordsmanship: "When you travel far away, you will always encounter things that are beyond your expectations. You need to be calm in everything. If you are afraid and can't calm down, you will reverse your identity with the other person and compare yourself." Be the other party."
The horse thieves want to kill me. I am the horse thieves, and they are the prey waiting to be killed. The sound of arrows in the forest gradually subsided with the laughter. It seemed that the horse thief was no longer ready to finish. One by one, burly men wearing old battle armor and black scarves walked out of the forest, in a clear order.
Everyone was surrounding the only man with a helmet and a beard on his face. It was probably some remnants of the rebels who had become kings in the mountains and became horse thieves. As if they had arranged it in advance, the six of them divided into two groups and surrounded the caravan from the front and back. The leading man went directly to the caravan manager, and when he was about to discuss something, a strong wind suddenly passed by.
Behind the convoy, a thief in black turban and old armor fell to the ground. A long silver spear was stuck behind his back. The mottled marks on the gun were criss-crossed like dragon scales covering the gun body. A familiar voice came from him: "I don't know." Which country's remnants are still dreaming of restoring the country and are here to embarrass the common people? Let me ask you, can the dust in my hand tolerate thieves and bandits like you who want to meddle with the peace of the prosperous age?"
It was General Li Yanhe of Rongcheng. He was the first to rush to the caravan and casually pulled out the silver spear he had just thrown beside the corpse. Then more than a dozen cavalrymen arrived behind Li Yanhe. They were riding horses in the forest as if they were in a deserted land. The complicated dense forest, broken branches, branches and streams everywhere could not stop their galloping horses.
The horse thieves obviously did not expect to encounter officers and soldiers here, and the two sides immediately confronted each other. On one side, Li Yanhe's horse was pointing his spear directly at the man in the helmet. Several horsemen were ready to charge into the formation at any time. On the other side, the man in the helmet was holding a knife and standing behind him in old armor and black scarf. They all drew their bows and prepared their battles, and all the caravan members hid beside the cars.
He didn't dare to get involved in this kind of fighting between soldiers, just like the caravan steward who was still discussing peace talks with the leader of the horse thieves, but now he had shrunk behind the carriage and didn't dare to come out.
"Follow me into the formation!" Li Yanhe shouted four words in a deep voice.
More than ten Rongcheng cavalrymen immediately charged forward, and the arrows along the way were blocked by spears. When they got close, Li Yanhe struck the leader of the horse thieves with a spear, but the leader's sword could not be blocked. Following this slash, Li Yanhe jumped off his horse and jumped up, ready to shoot the leader of the horse thieves.
Li Yanhe's horse seemed to have a human nature, even though its owner had already left his back, it still slammed forward. Li Yanhe took advantage of the horse thief leader to avoid the impact and shot him directly in the helmet. A violent trembling sound was heard in the ears of the horse thief leader. Turning back, he held his head with his left hand and swung the knife forward with his right hand, trying to hit Li Yanhe, but he was dodged by a few random turns.
Lin Manliu watched this scene in a trance, thinking that he could also learn this trick by knocking people on the head to make them look like they were drunk, and attack them at will. While the mind and body were still studying each move, they saw a man in black turban behind Li Yanhe, drawing his bow like a full moon and preparing to shoot at Li Yanhe.
The boy in the short shirt immediately tore off the black strip of cloth on his back, held the hilt of the sword and stabbed the man's abdomen so that the bow and arrow was tilted when it came off the string, and did not hit Li Yanhe, but just slipped past him.
What a surprise! The man in black scarf almost succeeded.
