Chapter 98 Bloody Battle (Part 1)
“The dragon soars in Yunzhou, the dragon soars in Yunzhou!”
A cannon sounded, and the escort flags fluttered. With thirty escorts and ten carriages, the large escort team walked out of the main entrance of the escort agency and marched toward the east gate of Yunzhao.
Such a conspicuous escort team cannot be hidden from the eyes and ears of interested people, so there is no need to hide it. On the contrary, the more high-profile the better, and the louder the momentum, the better. The weak thieves don't need to worry, but the strong Dazhai has to weigh it after seeing such momentum.
All the way east, the escort team moved forward steadily. Zhao Xingyang seems to be very heroic and informal, but in fact he is as meticulous as his hair.
A scout holds a flag and explores ten miles forward. There are scouts on both sides who spread out on the flanks. They go into the forest and cross the river. They work in teams of two and rotate alternately. This is exactly the usage of scouts in the procession.
Zhao Xingyang not only loves reading ancient books and essays, but also seems to have dabbled in military literature. With such an arrangement, even if there is an ambush, it will be difficult to get close to the escort team, and they will be discovered early.
“Yunzhou Longteng, Longteng Yunzhou!”
The escort team shouted all the way and passed several dangerous places without experiencing any trouble. Even though he had his eyes on him, he saw how huge the escort team was and how close the scouts were, so he restrained himself and didn't dare to move.
Until Zhao Xingyang led the team past the northern foot of Jigong Mountain, passed through Leixian County, and approached the Leigong River.
The Leigong River is more than ten feet wide, with rugged rocks and fast currents. When there is abundant rain in summer, its sound is like thunderous roaring, hence its name.
Zhao Xingyang was riding in the middle of the escort team, taking care of both the front and rear, and could already faintly hear the sound of the rushing river.
He frowned slightly and asked the escort next to him:
"We are almost reaching the Leigong River, why haven't we reported back yet?"
"It's time for Xiao Linzi, I asked him to ask and replace him.”
The escort ordered the escort, and the man rushed forward quickly.
The pace of the escort team slowed down. After a while, there was still no movement from the front.
It stands to reason that the scouts traveling forward alternately. If one person takes the lead, the other should return the favor. But now that people have passed by, no one has responded, which is against the rules.
Zhao Xingyang waited for a moment longer, waved his hand, called the escort team to stop, and said in a deep voice:
"Something's wrong! Not only did the front not reply, but the people on the left and right had passed the handover point. ! Something happened.”
He ordered the escort team to form a guard position, and he rode up the hill and looked from a high position. With his third-trained eyesight, he could easily see the Leigong River, which was not far away.
The Leigong River is surging, and a suspension bridge is swaying slightly on it, as if it will break at any time.
A large group of people gathered by the river, all of them dressed roughly. At a glance, there were at least forty or fifty people.
Beside them, several people were being held down and kneeling on the ground.
Zhao Xingyang’s eyes widened. Those kneeling people were the scouts of the escort team!
The leading rough man also saw Zhao Xingyang, squinted his eyes slightly, and said with a big smile:
"Heading Zhao, you are fine!"
"Song, why are you here? You How are you going?”
Zhao Xingyang’s voice was calm, even though he didn’t exert any force deliberately, his voice still passed through the distance.
The gangsters didn't even have time to send out the signal. It must have been the leader himself.
This place is dozens of miles away from Jigong Mountain. How did they get from the mountain to the river?
"How's it going? How do you think I'll treat the bandit when he meets the escort team?"
Boss Song chuckled and patted a prisoner's face carelessly.
Zhao Xingyang held the spear tightly with his hand and said in a cold voice:
"Let them go!" "Let them go? Okay!"
Boss Song roared, picked up the prisoner, and held it to the river bank:
“You asked me to let go of this.”
He let go of his hand. , the obviously injured driver fell weakly and was instantly submerged into the rolling Leigong River.
“Xiao Linzi!”
Zhao Xingyang's eyes were about to burst and he yelled.
"Song, you are looking for death!"
He raised the spear and then put it down again, staring at Boss Song with his bloodshot eyes.
Seeing that he did not rush down, Boss Song shook his head with regret, mentioned another person, and glanced sideways at Zhao Xingyang on the hillside:
"Boss Zhao, can I let this person go? ? In this case, come down and let’s talk and give them a chance.”
Zhao Xingyang saw the gangster struggling in the air. He moved his hand and wanted to ride towards the dozens of bandits. However, he saw the gangster shouting suddenly:
"Boss, don't come. This is a fucking trap! Leave me alone, I’m not afraid of death!”
He bit Mr. Song’s hand hard, but it felt like he had bitten on steel, causing several teeth to break.
Song's big hand seemed to have no feeling and glanced at him coldly:
"Want to die? I won't let you die."
He steadily carried the prisoner back, and then with a sudden kick, he kicked the other prisoner next to him into the river, put his hands on his hips and laughed:
"Someone else will die!
"Zhao, when your men killed my brother, did you think about today! "
Zhao Xingyang was so angry that he almost couldn't help but risk his life for revenge.
However, the remaining reason told him that even if he went, he would not be able to save him from dozens of people. Brother. Boss Song is a fourth-level practitioner. It’s hard for him to be a rival, let alone dozens of bandits.
Boss Song was obviously determined to die, and these gangsters were already dead when they were caught.
Zhao Xingyang was thinking rapidly, but could not think of any solution, and his face gradually showed a rare look of despair.
At this moment, his ears suddenly moved again, a look of struggle appeared on his face, and he slowly closed his eyes.
After a while, he opened his eyes, with a resolute expression on his face, and hissed to the river:
"Brothers, the man named Zhao is incompetent and cannot protect everyone today. I I'm sorry for you, I will be your bull in the next life... I swear, in this life, I will kill this man named Song and everyone related to him to avenge you!"
"Hahaha, Mr. Zhao, what are you saying! I will never blame you! We are brothers in this life, and we will still be brothers in the next life!"
A gangster laughed with his hands tied behind his back, and suddenly I don't know where the strength came from, I broke free from the oppression next to me, ran a few steps quickly, and jumped directly into the river.
Zhao Xingyang had tears in his eyes. He took another deep look at the turbulent river and rode back directly.
Boss Song sighed:
“This kid reacts so quickly! Chase after me!”
"Boss, these few..."
"Nonsense, Zhao Xingyang won't be fooled, just throw them all into the river."
Zhao Xingyang rode his horse very fast, and as soon as he turned the corner, he saw the guard The escort team in place has already made contact with someone.
There were about forty or fifty bandits surrounding the escort team. The two leaders were both three-level masters. These two people rushed in front, suppressed Qin Hai and others, formed a formation and joined forces, and also occupied the Definitely the upper hand.
Seeing that the escort team was about to be submerged in the bandits, Zhao Xingyang's suppressed emotions fully exploded.
He looked up to the sky and roared, raised his spear, and rushed directly into the group of bandits!
The bandits were startled, but Zhao Xingyang came too quickly, skewering several people with his spear like a gourd, and rushed directly in front of one of them, a third practitioner.
The leader of the third practice shouted, and was about to meet him, but he heard Zhao Xingyang roar again, a faint blood condensed on the spear, he accelerated again, and directly pierced his chest with a spear, killing him. This third practitioner also strung together and then raised it high.
(End of this chapter)