Chapter 15 He is the woodcutter in Shubi Lake ()

For Ning Que, who has been walking in the mountains, grasslands and beasts since childhood, the killer who is skilled in assassination in the dark is not scary. The mysterious practitioner is the reason for his uneasiness. Therefore, after he cut off the assassin's head with both swords, he immediately flew back to the gentle slope where there was still residual fire, quickly picked up the boxwood hardwood bow and arrow, and re-targeted the great sword master in the distance.

This time his vigilance seemed a little redundant. The middle-aged scholar in a blue shirt had no movement. He just leaned quietly on the big tree. The black pupils on his bloody face quietly looked at the boy in the fire, murmured and said something in a low voice, then smiled slightly and spread his hands and died.

Ning Que aimed at the body of the great swordsman and was silent for a long time. He slowly lowered the bow and arrow until his arms began to tremble. He suddenly began to feel fatigue and soreness began to invade his body.

He didn't look back and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

The flames brought by the turbulent oil bomb ignited the fallen leaves, but the sludge at the Beishan Road entrance was wet and the fire gradually went out. The big black umbrella closed again with a loud bang. Sangsang half-squatted on the ground, looked up at his back and shook his head, as if she knew that she didn't need to speak, and the young master could also know what she had done.

The maid knew that Ning Que was not caring about her. She stood up, lifted her skirt and ran away with a carriage that was about to turn into ruins. She lifted the heavy gravel of the wooden gravel in her arms, and gently wiped away the dust from his face with a careful face.

About six or seven grassland barbarians and the Tang Dynasty guards were still alive. They struggled to get up and walked to the ruins of the carriage with difficulty. The extremely injured guard leader knelt down on one knee with everyone, touching the ground with his head and said in pain: "The subordinates' ineffective combat will make the thief disturb His Highness the Princess. He deserves to die."

As the stars and the remaining luster of Mars shine, the men covered in blood were kneeling down to a maid holding a child. They were not sad, but instead exuded a fierce or tragic spirit of iron blood.

Sangsang walked to Ning Que's side, and the two of them looked at the scene quietly. They had long guessed the real identity of the maid, and were too lazy to pretend to be shocked.

After a little breathing, the guards and barbarians struggled to bandage each other's wounds and apply wound medicine. When they breathed a little, they began to clean the battlefield, lifted back several extremely injured companions, and cut all the enemies who had a few more breaths to death. After doing these things, these fierce men subconsciously looked back.

Looking at the boy with a slightly burnt cotton jacket, the guards' eyes were very complicated, a little shocked and confused, and even a little scared... They saw Ning Que's previous move and knew that the boy had excellent martial arts and excellent archery skills, but he was not a hidden powerhouse beyond the world's imagination.

In this sniper, the two most powerful cultivators of the guard and the old man Lu Qingchen have been fighting against the enemy. They killed most of the lives of the great sword master. Ning Que finally had the chance to kill the opponent with three arrows.

However, the more this happens, the more they feel that this young man is a very terrifying person.

The timing of the operation was extremely precise and ruthless. The gentle and young boy had a calm heart hidden under his appearance. Especially the last three knives killed the three black-clothed assassins, which was even more incredible. Why could he do all this at such a young age? How many people have he killed and how many heads have he cut off on the grassland border town?

The guard leader leaned on a branch and walked to Ning Que and his servant with difficulty, bowed deeply, and did not say thank you, but the deepest gratitude from the bottom of his heart was fully reflected in this action.

Ning Que held Sangsang's hand and refused to accept his gift. Just as the dead great swordsman said, the group of Tang guards brought to the grassland by His Royal Highness the princess, the iron-blooded style and strict military discipline displayed in the battle are worthy of the respect of any enemy or friend.

"You can see that your martial arts have no tricks. If you meet empty-handedly, I think you should not be my opponent, but even I, at the moment when the three assassins appeared just now, I am afraid that I would not be able to resist their assassination, let alone kill them so neatly."

The head of the guard looked at Ning Que's tender face, suppressed the shock in his heart, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Young man, I'm very curious where you learned your ability to kill people."

Ning Que scratched his head and was silent for a moment, and said with a smile: "The ability to kill people is naturally learned through killing people."

Naturally, he could not tell the guard leader that since he knew the name Xiahou at the age of four, he had been making some preparations to be killed or killed by the other party.

The brave general of the Tang Dynasty who was in power had no idea that in the distant small town of the border, there was a young man who practiced his sword and chopped wood every day. He analyzed the fighting styles of all the powerful men under his command and summarized countless sets of countermeasures.

So for Ning Que, the three black-clothed assassins who died under his knife today were just the inevitable result of hard practice every day for more than ten years. If it were other enemies, such as the guard leader in front of him, it would be difficult for him to achieve such beautiful results.

Today, Ning Que finally met General Xiahou's subordinates in the battle at Beishan Roadkou. It was either just an accident or a fateful arrangement. In short, the sword and arrow of revenge finally began to show its chill.

The leader of the guard stroked the injured chest, frowned and looked at the meaningless boy, and murmured, "You are only fifteen or sixteen years old, can you kill more people than me?"

"If all animals are included, I will kill a lot." Ning Que replied with a smile.

"I said yes, killing people." The guard leader asked in a stressful tone, and then explained: "I'm not asking anything, but I'm really curious."

Ning Que rubbed his face, and after a moment of silence, he looked at him and said, "The biggest income in the border town is to kill horses and thieves. We usually call this a firewood harvest. I took the firewood harvesting in Weicheng in the past few years. Speaking of killing people, I have indeed killed a lot of them over the years."

A famous grassland barbarian followed the guard leader and was also ready to express his gratitude to the young soldier. He also had the same questions in his heart. However, after hearing Ning Que's answer, he turned around and left without saying a word. He could vaguely see his steps were a little messy and his shoulders were trembling slightly.

A companion on the grassland looked at him and asked in confusion: "Dumu, what's wrong with you?"

The prairie barbarian named Dumu fell to the fire, raised his wounded arm with difficulty, slapped his cheeks numb because of fear, and said, "That young man... should be the legendary woodcutter in the mobi Lake."

As soon as this sentence came out, the faces of the four grassland savages next to the fire changed drastically and they didn't say anything again. Someone secretly raised his head, looked at Ning Que on the other side, and then quickly lowered his head, as if fear made the boy see him peeping.

Before these barbarians were subdued by His Royal Highness the Princess, they were all famous horse thieves on the grassland, known for their extreme ferociousness. But for them, the powerful border troops of the Tang Dynasty were the real horse thieves. The imperial cavalry in frontier cities would carry out an amateur wealth-loaning activity - looting the horse thieves on the grassland when the seasons changed and the logistics were not good.

The Tang Dynasty border army called this activity the firewood. Horse thieves called this bloody battle the chopping of wood. They called the most brutal leader of the Tang Dynasty cavalry, and the wood choppers in Shubi Lake... are the most fierce and terrifying existence, the reason why Shubi Lake turns red, the nightmare of horse thieves on the grassland at night, and the story of fear next to the fire.
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