Just as Du Chengfeng didn't know that the Qingyang Department had given him the title of "Jibei Young Tiger", the leaders of the Qingyang Department probably didn't expect that Du Chengfeng had no idea at all. I thought about changing places.
In fact, until now, Du Chengfeng still thought that the Qingyang army was an ambush arranged by He Xiqing.
When an ambush appeared, it was because He Xiqing was so powerful. In the ambush, there were twelve strange dancers who could control the enemy with only horns and war drums. This further showed that He Xiqing was an amazing person with superb methods.
Just now, if he had made a mistake in his judgment, he might have been thrown into a bonfire and burned as a man.
"This is the scary thing about He Xiqing..."
When he thought of the war-god-like figure in his mind, Du Chengfeng's heart became heavier and heavier.
In this world, there really is such a strong and invulnerable person.
That's why he went to Ji Town to trouble He Xiqing when he was full. With this time, he might as well go back to Yangjiapu to fry two hard vegetables and have a good sleep after eating.
After all, he was a little tired after playing for most of the night.
“The most important thing is the balance between work and rest.”
Thinking like this, Du Chengfeng couldn't help but glance around a few times.
Good, no Ranger pursuers in sight.
After confirming his own safety, Du Chengfeng did not let his guard down. Instead, he rode his horse around in circles for a few times. When he confirmed that the road under his feet was relatively hard, he dismounted and wrapped the horse's hooves in soft leather. Just like this, he led the horse all the way back to Yangjiapu.
This was a method he learned from the daggers and knives he got from bandits to avoid being tracked by officers and soldiers. Although Du Chengfeng didn't think this thing could deceive the prairie people's horse-detecting rangers, it would buy them a little more time. , is also a good thing.
As long as he can buy a little more time, he can sleep well, and then it will be him who chases and kills those prairie people.
"But the Yang family actually ran so fast..."
Du Chengfeng, who returned to Yangjiabao, looked at the deserted village and felt a little uncomfortable for a moment.
In the past, although Yangjiapu could not be said to have a large population, it was at least still somewhat inhabited. The adults would go to work in the fields, and some children could be seen running back and forth on the road - but with the arrival of the Yang family and other refugees, After leaving, the entire Yangjiabao finally returned to deathly silence.
After losing their residents, all the houses have become dilapidated and deserted.
"Carpenter Li also left... It seems that the Yang family has some credibility."
After confirming that the house he was familiar with was already empty, Du Chengfeng returned to his small courtyard.
The first thing he did when he came back was to put away his luggage and tie up his war horse. Du Chengfeng also took off the horns and war drums hanging on the horse's back - this is why he always wanted to have his own house. , after all, these bits and pieces must have a place to put them.
Trumpets and war drums, he had already studied them on the way. To put it simply, there is no research to understand. Although in the hands of those weird dancers, these horns and single-sided drums exerted incredible power, when Du Chengfeng tried it, these two horns and three single-sided drums were still useless. Didn't hold it back.
But maybe that can't be said, at least the sound he made when he blew the horn sounded like farts.
"It probably has a special usage. Let's look back and see if I can gain some knowledge in this area when sharpening the knife."
Although I don’t know how to use these horns and single-sided drums for a while, it is also a good thing to use them as trophies to keep memories. What's more, although the horn sounds like farts, the drum can at least still sound. You can take it out to practice when you have nothing to do, and it can be regarded as a good instrument.
After putting down the things, the first thing to do is to eat. After a busy night, Du Chengfeng finally tasted a few hard dishes that he had been longing for - a large boiled dried shredded noodles, a Pingqiao tofu soup, and the braised lion's head that he was most looking forward to. Although with his current understanding of knife blades, he was almost blazing fast in cutting and matching, he was busy with a few dishes and the sun had already risen.
"Do I count this as breakfast or dinner?"
After scratching his head, Du Chengfeng decided not to think about this trivial question.
After feeding the horse fodder and taking some cheap wine to clean the weapons in the saddle bag, Du Chengfeng sat down and began to enjoy the food.
The remaining fire in the stove has not yet been extinguished, and only a wisp of smoke remains in Yangjiapu under the rising sun.
But even just a wisp of smoke makes this dilapidated village a little more lively.
After eating and drinking, Du Chengfeng, who was feeling sleepy, did not rush to sleep. Instead, he picked up the weapons again and practiced a few times in the air - it is said that actual combat is the best teacher. Although Du Chengfeng Feng had already learned a lot from the memory of those weapons, but after he actually started killing people, he gained a lot of new insights.
Stereotyped movements gradually became smoother, stiff chopping became more flexible, and the descriptions of the human body structure in the red tattoo technique gradually gained a deeper understanding. Even the movement of the center of gravity and the footwork began to change. More solid and faster.
If Fatty Yang had been standing here back then, he might have been able to see the outlines of human figures one after another in front of Du Chengfeng.
But in the face of these humanoid silhouettes of different heights, fatness and thickness, Du Chengfeng was able to do it every time, allowing the blade to wander between the suture fascia without chopping or cutting.
“If you can understand a pig, you can understand a person.”
At this moment, Du Chengfeng, who had sorted out all the skills in his body, felt that he had a clear idea.
"No wonder Fatty Yang is just a pig butcher, but he can kill the entire governor's mansion... It turns out that the principles are the same."
Thinking of this, Du Chengfeng couldn't help but admire Fatty Yang who he had never met before.
Whether it's knife skills, business ideas, scale of business, or causing trouble.
At least ordinary pig killers cannot do it to the extent that the governor of a state can kill them, even if Jizhou is a notoriously poor border state.
When I think of Fatty Yang, I will naturally think of Fatty Yang’s descendants. But when he thought that the Yang family had already gone to the west, Du Chengfeng no longer cared - anyway, with him here to hold back the firepower of the grassland barbarians, the Yang family should be able to turn their kind-hearted old brother Send to a safe place.
As for whether they would meet again in the future, Du Chengfeng did not consider this.
After all, it is still unknown whether he can survive this life and death battle.
"It's better to go to sleep first. When you wake up, go out and kill... huh?"
Just when Du Chengfeng was about to lie down in bed and have a good sleep, a burst of human noise suddenly came from the originally dead Yangjiabao.
"who?"
Turning over and getting up from the bed, Du Chengfeng grabbed the thick knife.
Is it a pursuit? Or is it that his whereabouts have already been exposed?
Sure enough, the methods used by bandits and robbers to cover up their tracks were not that effective. If I had known earlier, I should have changed my mind and just followed the dens of those bandits and robbers in my memory to grab any one. Anyway, it was just a temporary break.
As for now...
"I've just eaten and it's time to eat."
As he spoke, Du Chengfeng walked out the door with a big knife, ready to kill.
But when he pushed open the door and walked out, what he saw was not some prairie barbarian.
But those who were supposed to leave Yangjiapu.
I only saw the people in front of me, whether they were the Yang family or the residents of the village. At this moment, everyone was injured and bloody. The team that originally numbered several hundred people was now reduced by more than half, and even the belongings A lot of them have been lost, and they obviously escaped in a panic.
"What's going on? Why is this happening?"
Du Chengfeng quickly searched for Carpenter Li among the crowd. Fortunately, his old brother was still alive. The family of four was safe and sound, except that one of his legs was broken and splinted.
At least he was a little better than the old man beside him, Yang Xuan. Yang Xuan, who could still use crutches, now had both legs broken and was lying on the cart unable to get in or out.
"What's going on? Aren't you going west?"
Du Chengfeng couldn't help but frown.
"How can this come back?"
"It's all my fault!"
Just when Du Chengfeng wanted to ask Carpenter Li what happened, a familiar figure brandished a machete and rushed in front of Du Chengfeng.
"They all belong to me, Yang Sanlang... Wow!"
The startled Du Chengfeng thought that the person in front of him was a barbarian, so he raised his hand and punched Yang Sanlang until he fell to the ground.
It was at this time that Du Chengfeng discovered that the scimitar in Yang Sanlang's hand looked familiar.
"this……"
Looking at the blood-stained scimitar, Du Chengfeng was speechless for a long time.
He seemed to know why something happened to the Yang family.
After comforting Carpenter Li, who was still a little weak, Du Chengfeng was not ready to continue asking this old brother. Anyway, he had already noticed that the scimitar was stained with a bit of bloody evil spirit, so he could use a more convenient way to see what was going on.
"We can't really be so unlucky..."
Thinking like this, Du Chengfeng began to polish the lost and recovered scimitar in his hand.
