Southeast of Chaisang, Lushan Mountain.
In the gap between two ridges, there is a dilapidated village that has been abandoned for a long time. Song Xin and the other three temporarily settled down here.
This village is built on the mountain. The terrain is high in the east and low in the west. There are houses built on both sides of the valley, and there is a road in the middle. However, due to being in disrepair and inaccessible, it has been overgrown with weeds and shrubs as tall as a person.
Not long ago, Lu Ying received news from Cui Yan that Song Xin was leaving for Lushan. Although she felt strange, Lu Ying decided to deal with Song Xin and the others there. At this time, more than half of the dead soldiers of the Lu family were transferred to Lu Ying's staff by Lu Xun.
But Lu Ying is not stupid and will not let these dead soldiers sacrifice in vain. He knows that Song Xin has the strength to fight ten of them.
"Go and tell Cui Yan's people the news, and ask them to surround and suppress Song Xin together." Lu Ying was brewing a plan in her mind that would kill most of Cui Yan's men and kill the three alchemists.
"Song Xin, I am my own master, so I have to do this. I really hope that you can come to General Sun's command. In that case, I would be willing to recommend you in front of Mr. Lu. It's a pity..."
After a while, the person who went out to deliver the message came back.
"Do they know?" Lu Ying asked.
"Replying to my lord, I understand. The villain has informed us of the gathering place. They will arrive soon."
"Very well, come back to the team and follow me."
Lu Ying walked out of the tent, looked at his more than a hundred dead soldiers, nodded, walked up to a young man, helped him straighten his armor and said, "Cheer up, don't die."
"Well, thank you, sir!" the young man responded, with excitement in his eyes.
At this time, more than a hundred people here, including Lu Ying, were all wearing soft fish scale armor painted black. The scabbards around their waists were also painted black, and the hard leather helmets on their heads were also black. This legion of more than one hundred people was established by the Lu family at a great expense of financial resources. It directly obeyed the orders of Lu Xun and Sun Quan and engaged in spying, assassination, and espionage activities behind enemy lines. Behind every inch of land, every city, and every victory in Soochow's expansion is the information secretly investigated by these people, helping the commander-in-chief make correct judgments. They are the eyes and ears of the entire Sun Quan Group.
Today they were gathered because the people they wanted to kill were three alchemists.
Seeing the sky approaching evening, Lu Ying took a deep breath and ordered, "Let's go."
Everyone shouted "No!" in unison. They lined up and moved forward in an orderly manner. Unlike ordinary armies, they walked extremely lightly, like a group of black cats in the night.
When it was getting dark, they arrived at the agreed place.
Lu Ying nodded to the person next to her, who took out a small ram's horn and started blowing it. Not long after, several people in dark red clothes came out of the darkness.
"Master Lu."
"This is Mr. Cui, right?" Lu Ying said.
"Master Cui has already led people to ambush. Cui Ping is waiting for you here. The matter is urgent, so I won't talk to you. The news we got is that the three people are in the village above, and they seem to be looking for something. "
"Looking for something?" Lu Ying was stunned and asked in confusion.
"Well, the people we monitored reported that three people were rummaging through each room separately, and they were digging in the ground as if they were digging something."
Lu Ying took a breath, "Can you see clearly what you dug up?"
"No. It was too dark, the grass was thick, and they had no torches, so they couldn't see clearly."
"Well, don't worry about that. Let my people go up the mountain road on the south side, and your people take the north road. When we get to the location, take the three trumpets as a signal and attack together."
Cui Ping said: "Okay!"
The horn Lu Ying mentioned was actually a kind of sounder made of a lamb's horn. The sound was very similar to the chirping of a bird. The dead soldiers often used this horn to convey messages and warnings.
The two made an appointment to lead their respective teams. Lu Ying led the people along the southern ridge all the way up, like a group of ghosts, quietly approaching the mountain village.
When he arrived at the appointed place, he asked his men to send a signal, and sure enough, three sounds were heard from the other side. Not long after, I saw the shadowy mountains and forests on the opposite side, as if someone was moving, and the grass and trees were making rustling sounds.
Lu Ying's eyes flashed, and she finally gave instructions: "When you get down there, find a place to hide, and when the other side starts fighting, kill them all together."
The dead men acted quickly, sneaked into the small village along the hillside, and laid an ambush on the roof and behind the house.
The strange thing is that there has been no movement on the other side.
Lu Ying watched anxiously from above, so he picked up the horn and blew the signal himself. The other party still responded three times, but there was no action.
How could Lu Ying not understand that Cui Yan across from him was also an old fox and thought of him the same way? It seems that the plan to kill someone with a borrowed knife has been discovered by the other party.
"Woo, woo." Lu Ying didn't take it seriously. He blew one long and two short attack signals, then pulled out the Huanshou knife from his waist and rushed down.
In the valley village, noise suddenly arose, and men in black kicked down the doors one after another, looking for traces of Song Xin and the others. But apart from a bunch of black spherical things, there was no one anywhere in the room.
When they entered the village, on the hillside just east of the village, Song Xin and Zhang Moyang were standing side by side. There was another person beside them, who turned out to be Cui Ping. He lightly touched his face and removed his disguise, and it turned out to be Zhang Xiuyang. The people Lu Ying sent to contact him actually met Zhang Xiuyang, and the people who met Lu Ying at the foot of the mountain were actually Zhang Moyang and Song Xin disguised with shape-changing talismans.
Zhang Moyang said: "They all went in."
Song Xin nodded.
Suddenly, there was a violent explosion, flashing in the darkness, and a cloud of black smoke sprayed into the air. Several figures could be vaguely seen flying into the sky along with the black smoke.
Those on the ground who were lucky enough not to be blown up to the sky were even more unlucky. Their faces and bodies were riddled with holes from stones and iron slag, and they screamed to death.
Lu Ying had never seen such a weapon before, and was confused for a moment. Then there was another explosion, and the dilapidated roofs were lifted into the air, and together with the dead soldiers inside, they were sent up to the sky. For a time, a storm formed by stones, wood chips, and iron caltrops spread to all directions. He is a well-trained death warrior, and he also feels fear in the face of these inevitable storms of death.
Lu Ying suddenly thought of the piles of black balls in the room. I am afraid that this terrible fireball is related to those things!
These are the home-made hand grenades that Song Xin commissioned Zhang Moyang to make. They are made by wrapping a handful of caltrops or sharp stones around gunpowder, and then wrapping them in layers of linen soaked in glue oil to make them the size of a coconut. Zhang Moyang placed special talismans in these fire bombs that were used to detonate them. They could be activated with divine consciousness. The talismans only detonated the gunpowder inside and would not directly hurt anyone. Naturally, they avoided the suppression of heavenly punishment.
"Get out of the house! Don't go in."
But at this time, his voice was drowned out by the explosion and panicked screams. Only a few people heard him and evacuated from the house in time. But as soon as they reached the road in the middle of the small village, another burst of fire broke out under their feet, followed by a storm of caltrops and stones.
Although the houses in this village were dilapidated, they were still neat. But after all this trouble, it was already a mess, with countless dead bodies in black lying scattered among the ruins. Lu Ying's heart was broken when she saw them. These were the elite forces that the family had cultivated for many years. Now that the losses were so great, even if she was lucky enough to go back, she might not be able to escape death.
"These are the dead soldiers that the Lu family spent a lot of money to train...could they all be lost here?" He felt like his heart was bleeding.
What's even more annoying is that he didn't even see the shadow of his opponent, and that damn Cui Yan never showed up from beginning to end...
Seeing that there were not many people below who could move, Zhang Moyang and the others said to Song Xin, "Brother Song, the last enemy chieftain belongs to you."
Song Xin nodded and strode forward.
Desperate Lu Ying saw a figure walking out from among the ruins.
"Song Xin!" Lu Ying shouted loudly.
"Aren't you looking for me? What a coincidence, I'm looking for you too."
"Did you do all this?" Lu Ying asked sharply.
"So be it."
"You...what kind of weapon are you..."
"You will know it in a few hundred years, but you won't understand it if I tell you now." As Song Xin spoke, there was a sharp blade in his hand.
Lu Ying's last few remaining dead soldiers were all dark-faced and injured, but they still protected Lu Ying.
"Let's go." Lu Ying said suddenly.
"Sir, you, we will protect you to the death!!" The dead soldiers were unwilling to retreat.
"As long as you live, Mr. Lu will not punish you, but I can only die here. Even if I go back, I will not escape death." Lu Ying was a little desperate.
"But...my lord..."
"Go back, this is the last military order I give you!" Lu Ying said seriously and solemnly.
"No..." The dead soldiers struggled for a while, but slowly backed away. Song Xin had no intention of hunting them down. These people looked to be only a few years older than me, and they were probably not direct descendants of the Lu family. They were probably abandoned children from poor families or those who had lost their parents.
Seeing that Song Xin didn't stop him, Lu Ying laughed miserably and said, "You can let them go. I, Lu Ying, admire you as a man. It's not a waste of my getting to know you."
"Master Lu, I know that we are just our own masters, but you killed Lin Danda and let my father-killing enemy sneak attack me, so I have to seek revenge from you."
Lu Ying asked: "Humph, is it worth it for a common man?"
Song Xin said solemnly: "Although he is a member of the market, he knows how to go out of his way to protect his friends, but he also understands Ji Bu Yinuo. He died for me, and I have the obligation to avenge him."
"Haha, Song Xin, stop talking to me about this. Today we will see whether your sword skills are better or mine!!"
Lu Ying laughed loudly, pulled out the long knife from her waist, and chopped Song Xin in the face. Song Xin gently raised the sword and knocked Lu Ying away with all his strength. Lu Ying felt her arms were sore and numb, and she almost dropped the sword. His skills were nothing in front of Song Xin.
"What's wrong with you?" Lu Ying was shocked. He didn't expect Song Xin to be so strong.
Song Xin shook his head, "Mr. Lu, when I was at the Dian School, I also received your advice. I could have killed you with this sword, but I didn't. This can be regarded as repaying your help."
Lu Ying was stunned for a moment, but suddenly a white light flashed in front of her eyes, and she couldn't feel her body in an instant.
A human head with an expression of reluctance and disbelief rolled down the hillside, and was finally blocked by a piece of ruins. His eyes were still open, as if he had not yet come to his senses...
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