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After Chang Ming put away his knife, he quickly ordered people to clean the road and dispose of the blood-stained corpses along the way, and Luo Jianghong also came to help.

"If Master Luo doesn't like it, don't force it." Chang Ming hurriedly stopped him.

"My lord speaks seriously. Although my subordinates are not as brave and good at fighting as you, I still hope to do my best." Luo Jianghong quickly saluted and explained, and Chang Ming no longer shied away. After all, there are too many corpses, and one more person will do more. ——As long as Luo Jianghong doesn't see the dead body, he will vomit overnight food.

"Who was injured?" Chang Ming asked Chu Guangliang.

"It's just that some people suffered from skin injuries. The subordinate officials have asked them to apply medicine. Don't worry about it, Battalion Commander." Chu Guangliang replied solemnly.

Chang Ming nodded, but found that Chu Guangliang's eyes seemed to be looking back and forth at the horizontal knife in his hand. Before he could speak, Chu Guangliang asked, "This knife seems to be easier to use?"

"That's right, this knife is heavier, and it's even more powerful in a horse battle."

Not only that, even if the knife is a bit heavy for Chang Mingbu Zhan, but when necessary, Chang Ming only needs to split the knife in two to be handy.

"Does this horizontal knife have a name?"

"Frost is flying all over the world", Chang Ming put the knife in front of Chu Guangliang, and said with a smile: "You can hold it for me first, and I will clean it with them."

Chu Guangliang was overjoyed.

Before Gan Biao could make a sound, Gan Yi snatched the letter from his hand, swept it hastily, and frowned deeply.

"Big brother?"

"They couldn't find Gu Xiaowu and his party, and they couldn't catch up even after riding their horses all night."

"What's going on here? Can't the world evaporate?"

Gan Yi shook her head and said in a deep voice, "I'm afraid the whole army has been wiped out."

Gan Biao turned pale with shock: "How could this happen!"

"I don't have time to say more, you quickly write two letters, one to Chen Chuan of Cuicheng, go east along the Yangtze River, and go to the ancient battlefield on the outskirts of Lingcheng to intercept the people of the seventh battalion. Everyone in the battalion let them go at will, and they will definitely kill Li Changming; another letter is sent to General Xu You of Jiangcheng, asking him to bring dozens of people, pack lightly, and go to the small road between the suburbs of Xiacheng and the bandit village to intercept and kill Gu Xiaowu .There is no turning back arrow, they must die.”

Without further ado, Gan Biao rushed out to write the letter, and sent it to Cuicheng and Jiangcheng in a hurry, and hurried back, saying to Gan Yi, "I have ordered someone to ride a thousand-mile horse to deliver the letter."

Gan Yi seemed relieved to hear that, and nodded in satisfaction.

"But does it really stop them? Are they split?"

"Li Changming used offense as defense. He did not evade the killers we sent, but killed them all. This is because he is using the Seventh Battalion as a bait to sway the market and attack the west. Therefore, in order to protect Gu Xiaowu, the two must split up. Guard Gu Xiaowu along with her. Gu Xiaowu's actions are to pacify the bandits and go south. Even if the bandits cause people to flee, she will definitely go that way and inquire about the news. Besides, the road from Xiacheng to the Shanzhai must be sparsely populated, which is really a good location. .”

"What about Li Changming? I've heard about the ancient battlefield in Lingcheng. It's said to be an ominous place where not a single blade of grass grows. Why did he go there? Wouldn't it be better to walk along the road with the people?"

Gan Yi smiled confidently: "That's right, when we walk with the common people, we may have some concerns and dare not do anything, but Li Changming will also think that if we have no scruples, we will hurt innocent people. The camp supported by Yijing Long, definitely wouldn’t do that.”

Gan Biao nodded half-understood, and then asked hesitantly: "I see that elder brother likes that Jiang Yuan named Li Changming very much, are you really going to kill him? Wouldn't it be better to capture him and give it to elder brother?"

Gan Yi gave him a sideways look, and said with a sneer: "After the dinner at the Prime Minister's Mansion that day, I never gave him a gift again, just because of the small fight that day, I knew that this man could not be subdued." , since that's the case, I can only kill him."

Lan Mo went to Xuanwu Pavilion to see Yijing had something to discuss with him, and was about to leave when he heard that a letter from the Seventh Battalion Commander had arrived.

"What happened to the commander? Is anyone injured in the Seventh Battalion?"

"No." Yijing put away the documents and said, "On the contrary, Li Changming handled it beautifully. He wiped out the killer twice without hurting himself."

"Then why don't you see the Army Commander smiling?"

"What kind of person is Gan Yi? Even though Gan Biao did something stupid at the beginning, but there is no turning back, Gan Yi will get rid of them no matter what, otherwise the saint will find out, and I am afraid it will be even more difficult."

Lan Mo pondered: "The commander said...he might send out more powerful confidants..."

Yi Jing nodded, turned around to fetch a map, examined it carefully, then picked up a paper and ink brush, wrote vigorously, and said to Lan Xiu at the same time: "I may suddenly leave Jianhe Valley in the next few days and go south. If someone comes to report that you can't find me, you will act as an agent for Ningwu affairs, and then you will play a sage for me, saying that there is an emergency at home, that my mother is seriously ill, and I am really worried, so I leave before I can explain it in detail. , I will apologize on the day of my return, and ask the sage to forgive me."

After finishing speaking, he finished writing the document, picked up the commander's seal beside him, pressed it, and handed it to Lan Mo.

Lan Mo took it with both hands, and asked, "It is necessary for the commander to go in person?"

"It's hard to say, let's keep quiet and wait for the future."

At the beginning of summer, there was already a bit of heat, and even though the sun was about to set, it was still like a fire. Xing Sheng was just sprinkled some food for the koi in the pond. Tossing with a folding fan.

The young man was dressed in a dark uniform, his hair was tied up high, and his face was very heroic, but he could see a bit of a child's temper, but he didn't say anything at the moment, just staring at the koi in the pond.

Xing Cheng finally sighed helplessly: "Xing Chao, stop fanning, your mind will be cool naturally, if you fan like this, you will be sweating profusely."

Xing Chao put away his fan with a "snap", and looked him up and down again, seeing that his long hair was tied behind his back, looking lazy and leisurely, he couldn't help asking: "Aren't you hot?"

Xing Cheng smiled and said nothing.

"I have seen the young master, the young master." Suddenly a young man came forward to salute, and presented an envelope with both hands, saying: "Ning Wu's army commander sent a letter to the young master, saying that it is extremely urgent."

Xing Chao's eyes widened, and he said in surprise: "It's actually Master Yijing, does Big Brother know him? Can you let me meet him?"

When Xing Cheng heard him calling himself "Big Brother", he felt a headache for no reason, so he could only helplessly roll his eyes and said, "Didn't he be there at the father's birthday party?" He quickly opened the envelope while talking.

Xing Chao muttered, "Didn't I not move or talk that day..."

He was about to say something to his colleague Sheng, but the other party had already passed by him like a gust of wind, and he couldn't even get the corner of his clothes, so scared that he hurriedly chased him all the way.And Xing Sheng has simply packed his luggage, led the horse and is ready to go out.

"What's going on here?"

Xing Cheng got on his horse, and before he could explain, he said, "The situation is urgent. I have to go south to report to my father and mother. If anyone asks, you can say that I went to buy you Xiacheng's Yunpian Cake."

Xing Chao stared dumbfounded at Xing Cheng flying away, and belatedly shouted, "Since when did I like to eat that kind of food!"

"Going to the ancient battlefield on the outskirts of the city?" Guo Xiu exclaimed.

Chang Ming wrote on the side of the table, spread out the map on the table, and replied calmly: "Yes. We have killed more people than the killer said before. I am afraid that the other party has already found out the old story. If there are still The remaining killers, before our Xia City, will not give up even if they fight to the death, if the other party plans to give up, we can also reach Xia City smoothly."

"But if they catch up, the ancient battlefield on the outskirts of the city is sparsely populated, and we are more likely to be attacked."

Luo Jianghong retorted in a deep voice: "But if you don't go here, they will hurt the good people when they attack. Besides, we are not slow in marching. If the other party wants to catch up with a team and fight us in the ancient battlefield, I am afraid it will not be a problem." Easy things, time is tight, people are exhausted."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone looked at Luo Jianghong in silence, which made Luo Jianghong extremely embarrassed, and was about to pay respects to make amends, but heard Chang Ming say: "This is what I said, and this is exactly what I mean."

Everyone glanced at each other and nodded in agreement.

Seeing everyone leaving, Chang Ming was about to pack up the map, but seeing Luo Jianghong studying it with interest, he reminded him: "Master Luo?"

"Uh..." Luo Jianghong hurriedly stood up and saluted, and said: "The official is abrupt, but I just want to have the courage to borrow the battalion commander's map."

Chang Ming glanced at the map, then at him, waved and said, "Take it, come back tomorrow."

Luo Jianghong rolled up the map gratefully, and said with emotion: "I see that the battalion commander seems to have a lot of maps on him. I think they are all for preparations from Wangcheng to Xiacheng. They are really meticulous, and I admire them, but I don't know them. Where did the map come from?"

"The commander of the army left these maps, and I asked someone to bring them according to the drawings overnight." Chang Ming drank tea calmly.

Dozens of kilometers away from the outskirts of Mausoleum City, there is an ancient battlefield that is sparsely populated, and only at dusk can one hear crows homing to their nests.

It is rumored that hundreds of years ago, there was a great war here, and no one remembers who and whose battlefield it was. They can only think of the dense bones and ghostly aura here, and people who enter it will not be able to get sick. , so many people who travel between Lingcheng and Xiacheng do not want to set foot here.

Chang Ming reined in his horse and raised his eyes to look at the deserted land.

In this seemingly flat place, in fact, countless broken walls and ruins have fallen as far as the eye can see. There seems to be blood stains on it. The ups and downs of the past made the pain of the past emerge one by one, and it was difficult for Chang Ming to determine whether those white spots that seemed to be absent in the soil were bones.

The battle flags were staggered and inserted obliquely on the ground, as if the three armies were standing against the wind. It was no longer clear whose banner was whose prestige, but the flagpole was still standing upright, like a sergeant who had long forgotten who he was waiting for, and finally just remembered to wait.

Chu Guangliang said: "There are broken bricks and tiles everywhere here, even if you walk, you have to go through a lot of trouble, it is really not suitable for horse fighting."

"We can only pass here on foot," Chang Ming frowned, and turned around to tell everyone: "Lead the horses and walk. If there is any accident, use these houses, don't love to fight, and run away quickly."

Everyone should be simple, and dismounted one after another.

Chang Ming glanced at Luo Jianghong and said, "Since the principal is not good at martial arts, please follow us closely and don't get separated."

"Your officer will understand."

The crowd led their horses back and forth among the dilapidated houses in silence. There seemed to be a faint smell of blood in the air, which made Chang Ming look around vigilantly. With a shuddering breath, Chang Ming quickly warned everyone to be careful.

Now they have come to the middle of the ancient battlefield, and they can see the winding road ahead in the sky, but they are like autumn leaves difficult to cross the sea.

As if Chang Ming's warning had become an order, all the people in the Seventh Battalion held their weapons tightly, and saw the sharp arrows in the gaps in the houses, and they came in uniform cloaks, as if they wanted to grind all the bricks and tiles into powder.

"Fight with backs!" Chang Ming gave an order, and everyone drew out their weapons one after another. They stood back to back in a tacit understanding, covering each other, and knocked arrows to the ground. Chang Ming was also shot with his left hand by Liu Ya, and he cut off the tail of the arrow with a sharp knife.

This batch of arrows has been released, and it fell into silence. Chang Ming ordered again: "Rush and attack! Breakthrough is the best!"

The people who were fighting with their backs turned into a group immediately dispersed, splashing in all directions like water droplets falling on the ground.

Chang Ming's short body rolled nimbly twice on the ground, and he had already stuck to the wall in front of him. He was in the opponent's blind spot, and then walked quickly against the wall, and walked around to the back amidst the chaos.

The people who sneaked up on the arrows were dressed in messy clothes and had uniform longbows in their hands as weapons. All of them had sharp eyes and strong bodies. Chang Ming frowned slightly and swung a knife to meet them.

The other party was stunned for a moment, then reacted immediately, and without further ado, he attacked in an arc from both sides of Changming. Changming saw that they were trying to besiege him, so he hurriedly jumped back and slammed the spikes of Tianxia Feishuang Pumping, holding two knives in hand.The left leg took a step back, and the right hand slashed down. The besieging enemy was about to raise his sword to resist, but he didn't want Tianxia Feishuang's knife to break his longbow. Even if he widened his eyes, he never saw himself clearly. With a hideous scar on his body, he could not rest in peace. He took another step back, passed the short horizontal knife through his armpit, and pierced the attacker's chest.

The enemies who originally intended to encircle Changming were stunned and took a long time to react.However, they used longbows, which are difficult to use in close combat as long-range weapons. They hurriedly remembered that they should take up bows and shoot arrows again. Chang Ming had already snatched them to the front. Cut their throats.

Chang Ming breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly heard a sound behind him.