The Great Tang: World Martial God

valley.

The fire of the continuous barracks was lit, and it was located in the handsome tent of the Chinese army. Tang Hao took the noodles from Wu Tong and ate two mouthfuls.

Handing the water bag, Wu Tong began to report the news that the scout had inquired.

"It's only more than ten miles away from the place where General Yuchi's army is stationed. If there is no such group of refugees, we have already joined today."

"This group of refugees are really too slow, and it has become our burden."

With a mouthful of dough, Tang Hao took the hose and filled it with a sip, then glanced at Wu Tong.

"Isn't that great!"

"With them, we don't have to carry the corpses. The people pushing the carts on the ground didn't complain. Those of us on horseback were the first to complain."

Wu Tong smiled embarrassedly.

"These refugees are simply our captives. It is a great blessing to be able to save their lives."

"But speaking of it, it's our stumbling block when the bodies of these finished cars fall down, father-in-law, the subordinates always feel a little awkward when we do this."

Throwing away the last piece of dough lump, Tang Hao chewed twice and pulled the corners of his mouth.

"When the bones were returned, the Jingguan stele was torn down, but the huge pit was not filled."

"Think about it just a few years? These barbarians are ready to move again. When the pits are not filled, and when the inscriptions are not changed, I think these people will not be able to settle down."

"Since they want it, we must fill it up with their corpses, which can be regarded as letting them remember this thing in their hearts, so as not to create any trouble."

After listening to Tang Hao's words, Wu Tong no longer delved into it.

"The scout sent back information just now, according to us, there are small groups of people and horses haunting eight miles to the west."

"It doesn't look like reflective armor, but it looks like a businessman."

Having said this, Wu Tong frowned and asked carefully.

"Grandpa, do you think this group of people will have any problems?"

Touching his chin, Tang Hao began to think.

"The land to the west? This area is peculiar. It is not in the direction of Anqing City. There is a place to avoid our army. The whereabouts of these people are strange."

"Have you seen their appearance?"

Wu Tong shook his head slowly.

"It's darker tonight, I didn't see it clearly."

"I just vaguely saw the group of dark shadows advancing fast, the sound of horseshoes was very small."

Tang Hao lay halfway in his seat, looked at the map spread out on the table, and reached out and knocked on the area where he was. "

"Our valley is very easy to be ambushed! It is easy to be spotted if there is a campfire."

"Let the order go on, let Shibaqi bring a team of men and horses to ambush at the other end of the valley, in case of accidents."

"Let the patrolling soldiers expand the range to ensure that the refugees will not run wild, and strengthen the alert."

The candle flames in the tent fluttered, and a smile appeared at the corner of Tang Hao's mouth.

"If these are really some soldiers who ambush us, I would be curious about what kind of tribe the general who is stationed in Anqing City will send out this time."

...

The night is silent, the stars and the moon are sparse.

The occasional cry of Ye Xiao added a bit of silence to this empty field.

A patrolman took a neat step, looked at Taniguchi warningly, and after a round, he wandered around Taniguchi.

Tiefeng pressed down the arm that tightened the bowstring, and the soft voice of a mosquito sound rang out in the bushes of Taniguchi.

"It's just a school lieutenant, no need to do it, what we have to wait for is the big fish!"

The patrolling soldiers in his eyes turned back and walked back to the valley. When the sound of footsteps disappeared in the valley, Tie Feng whispered.

"It's right here! Ready!"

The shadow behind them shook, some people began to put on armor, and some picked up stones to lightly sharpen the blades in their hands.

After the valley was calm again, Tie Feng picked up the weapon hiding in the jungle, and glanced fiercely at the soldiers who were ready to go behind him.

"The time has come for you to make great contributions! Remember, the action must be neat!"

In the rustling voice, the figures hidden in the jungle came out one by one.

The whole body was black armor, the cold blade in his hand reflected the dim sky and the cold light flowed, the horseshoe was wrapped in four hooves, the cumbersome accessories had been removed, and the clothes were light and simple, without the sound of iron knights colliding.

Tie Feng turned on his horse and walked ahead, and the soldiers behind him stepped on the saddle one after another.

There was a faint voice from the leading horseback.

"Be clever!"

"Set off!"

A group of people walked along the steep **** of the valley and slowly touched forward.

At the same time, the figures on the hillside looked at the group of people under the hillside and pulled out a smile.

"Heh! The thief is not timid."

"It's actually here!"

At night, the mud was covered with moisture, stained with dirty silver armor, and Cheng Chu silently vomited a weed that he was chewing in his mouth, and groaned.

"Clothes lightly and wraps their feet in linen cloth. These people are all dressed up for night walks. Obviously they came prepared."

"If it weren't for the inadvertent report of the scout, who would have known that this group of seemingly vendors would appear near our army."

Squatting up on the ground, Cheng Chu silently continued watching the tribe walking silently under his feet.

"The number of people is small, and they can work seamlessly with each other using only hand gestures. It is obvious that they have undergone special training."

"In addition, relying on the shadow cast by the hillside, it looks like a fusion with the shadow."

"It looks like we can catch a big fish tonight."

Removed the simple weaving grass on the top of his head, shaken off the turf on his body, and Cheng Chu silently pressed the handle of the knife on his waist.

"downhill!"