A courtyard in the suburbs of Beijing
It was late at night, no one was around, and everyone went to bed.
The two black figures gestured to each other and turned in together, but as soon as they entered, they heard a muffled sound and a brief fighting sound, and then there was no sound.
"Inside!" Someone outside the courtyard drew a knife and waved: "Shoot!"
The twelve people were all archers, and they were silent. They only heard a "pop" sound. After the neat strings sounded, several screams immediately sounded from the opposite side.
Thirty-six people were divided into six groups, walking in unison, wearing thin armor, and long swords flashing with cold light. They listened to the order, kept silent, and rushed in.
He met a dozen people head-on, each using his martial arts, but six of them swung their swords together: "Kill!"
"Ah..." The cold light slashed straight through, and it looked very ordinary, but once it fell, miserable howls erupted, and the human body on the opposite side suddenly fell to pieces.
There was a master who refused to accept it and rushed towards him. The sword was so sharp that he jumped at him with his sword.
"Kill!" Six sword rays cut through from all angles, and with a "pop" sound, two swordsmen fell down, but the remaining three sword rays penetrated the body. The master rushed out ten feet away. He wanted to say something, but he said If he doesn't come out, he will fall down and die.
"Brother Cao..." someone shouted, full of disbelief.
"Kill, I am invincible."
The situation gradually became apparent. Dozens of men in black rushed out domineeringly, with swords and lights cooperating. The archers behind them were also in groups of three, each shooting together.
Fighting on the opposite side, those who tried to resist were dressed in different costumes. The weapons in their hands and the martial arts skills on their bodies were all varied and uneven. At first glance, they looked like Jianghu people.
Without discipline or collective understanding, they could still have the upper hand when one on one or with a small number of people, but now once they faced off against a sword formation, it was almost one-sided.
"Brother Zeng! Go quickly!" Someone shouted at a man, and then chopped down another man: "They are coming for you!"
"Death!" The sword light swirled obliquely, and the silhouettes of people were vague, pushing in and out. The three swordsmen fell down. The man surrounded was Zeng Ninzhen. He covered his right hip with his hand and took two steps back. Blood dripped from his fingers. Although the injury was not serious, it would be extremely dangerous if he was injured in battle.
In a few minutes, the human body may be exhausted due to blood loss. Zeng Nianzhen's eyes were red. Although he was very powerful in martial arts, he could kill hundreds of people if they were scattered, but there was nothing he could do in the face of this kind of sword array.
"They're officers and soldiers, no, that's not right!" These people looked like they were officers and soldiers, but they knew they were coming from the wrong place as soon as they fought.
Although these people should be part of the army, their skills and martial arts are slightly different from those of Dazheng's soldiers.
"Are they from Lin State or someone else?"
"Kill!" Two groups of sword formations slowly surrounded them. Zeng Niuzhen's heart suddenly sank. At this time, he heard a brother shouting like this. Zeng Niuzhen, who didn't want to leave his brother and rush out, had to consider whether he would rush out instead of rushing out. If he stays, will he harm his brother?
"The enemy cannot be dispersed. Everyone flees. If anyone is pursuing you, kill them!" In an instant, Zeng Nianzhen shouted, killing several people in a row, and rushed out in a weak direction.
Because he didn't want to leave, he was trapped. He figured out that with his martial arts, a few people couldn't stop him. Once he caught up with him and broke up the formation, he killed them all with just a few swords. Zeng Nianzhen had already jumped down to several people. , and flew away.
When others saw this, they also broke through and fled in all directions, but they could not escape much.
There were more than a dozen people on the small slope in the distance. One of the people being protected in the middle was a young man with outstanding appearance. From here, Su Ziji could definitely see that this man, wrapped in a black cloak, was watching the battle down the slope with a smile. The person in question is none other than Cao Yiyan.
"Your Highness, this is my great soldier of the Wei Dynasty." A young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes beside him said, with a strong aura and majesty, but he was obviously a general.
"The ancestors have made it clear that the way of martial arts is easy to learn at the beginning, and it only takes one and a half years to complete it."
"It will become more and more difficult in the future. To reach the top level, you not only need to practice hard for more than ten years, but you also need talent and wisdom, both of which are indispensable."
"Even if the imperial court selects qualified people and teaches them unique skills without any reservations, the test at that time showed that it would cost 9,600 taels to become a first-class master, and it would take seven years and three months."
"And the military soldiers of the Wei Dynasty only need one and a half years, one hundred and seventeen taels."
"But five Wei warriors can surround and kill a first-rate master."
"Therefore, the way of the rivers and lakes is just to use scattered soldiers in the wild, and they will collapse in one attack - Your Highness, there are remnants who have escaped, do you want to pursue them?"
"I'm not the prince yet." Cao Yiyan smiled and shook his head. He was in a good mood now. Since he had gathered the true destiny of Wei, his luck was getting better and better. No, it was originally difficult to seize the hidden secrets of Young Master Lin. He didn't want anyone to find out. The Wei library is open, so I came to check it out.
When these people found him, they were frightened and bowed to him.
It turns out that the foundation of the Wei Dynasty has not been cut off, and these are people from the Wei Dynasty.
During today's siege, these people surrounded and killed Zeng Nianzhen. Even if they rushed out and ran away, they still dealt a devastating blow to Zeng Nianzhen's power.
No matter how powerful a master is, it doesn't matter if he becomes a loner and is hunted down by the government.
At best, they are just more powerful street rats.
"Forget it, no need to chase." Cao Yiyan thought for a moment and said commandingly. The man's long speech just now was actually an admonishment, warning himself that Jianghu sects are useless.
"Indeed, it is not cost-effective to train a master. The greatest power of the imperial court is to train a large number of Wei soldiers. It doesn't matter how many people die anyway. The master only has one life."
"But the most terrifying thing about masters is guerrilla warfare. If they go all out to attack and kill officials, the consequences will be serious."
Cao Yiyan was a master himself, and of course he understood the pros and cons. In fact, it was not that he did not want to train soldiers, but that he could not hide it at all. So he asked: "You said that Ying Guoshang is the country of our great Wei Dynasty?"
"Indeed, when Emperor Jingwu saw a group of thieves rising up, he specially ordered us and his troops to change their names to thieves, start a rebellion at the border, and establish the Ying Kingdom. We originally wanted to be harmonious inside and outside, but we didn't expect the weather to be unfavorable."
"In order to preserve the fire, Emperor Jingwu himself fled to the desert, leaving an edict to us and other countries to wait for the right time."
"We reluctantly paid tribute to the fake Zheng, in order to confuse his mind."
"When we heard that His Highness was born, we rushed over. However, the Puppet Zheng's investigation was very strict, so we had to enter in batches in the name of a caravan, and there were only fifty people."
"I see!"
Emperor Jingwu was the last emperor of the Wei Dynasty, and he really wanted to do something to rectify the internal affairs. Unfortunately, although he had the intention, he was already weak and unable to recover, and he did not want to have such a plan.
Ying Guo paid tribute in three years and was very respectful. The envoy was also a native savage. He didn't want to be controlled by the Wei people, but forty years had passed. How could he maintain his loyalty to the Wei Dynasty?
Cao Yiyan didn't believe that without arrangements, he would remain loyal rather than independent. Just as he was thinking about it, someone suddenly ran over from behind him, knelt down on one knee, and reported: "Your Highness, there was an ox cart approaching and we stopped it. He said he knew you were here. , I have an agreement with you, and I want to see you now..."
Cao Yiyan raised an eyebrow.
No one needed to ask, just based on the feeling of the demonic energy, it must be the Tianji demon, but they had just met, why did it suddenly come to see me again?
"I'll leave the finishing touches to you. I'll go over to meet an acquaintance." Cao Yiyan said to the young man and walked in the direction of the bullock cart.
On the way, he seemed to feel something and murmured: "Why does it want to see me? Could it be that something happened?"
