Commanding Wind and Cloud

Looking at Boss Liang's completely different attitudes towards Fentu Kuangge and Duanfengbuer, he sighed secretly. When any book mentioned the soldiers of the Zhence Dynasty, it said that they were respected by the entire dynasty and even His Majesty the Emperor, but they did not make it clear that the soldiers who were really respected were not low-level fighters, but fighters with strong strength.

"You three get ready to go." General Feng waved his hands: "Pack up your weapons, and then go to the armory to get a piece of soft leather armor."

Many mercenaries cast envious glances at the three who left. As mercenaries, they have to earn their own compensation for any equipment. A piece of soft leather armor is not a small expense. The three of them got the leather armor for free when they just started their journey as warriors.

He tried to find a quiet tent and thought about it, but he still didn't take out the horse-cutting knife from the fighting world. After all, it was a bow and a knife, which was too eye-catching. He just hung an extra pot of arrows on his waist, and walked back to the team with a bow forged from iron.

The mercenaries didn't pay much attention to his energy and his strong bow. Good fighters were always melee weapons like swords, guns and swords. Unless you were an archer from Yiyu's bloodline family, the status of an archer was never too high.

Some sons of high-ranking officials and noble families are not strong, but want to be handsome, so they will order some weapons that are beautiful in appearance, well-made, and seem to be very powerful, but they are terrible.

If there is demand, there will naturally be a market. False strikes are also very popular in the big cities of the imperial dynasty. Each weapon looks like a fighting soldier, and it may not even be able to kill a larger bird if it is really useful.

The mercenaries' attention is still more focused on Fentukuangge. At this age, he is not a bloodline warrior but already a demon warrior, which is enough to attract anyone's attention. Maybe there will be a chance to meet again in the future. It is better to make a little contact in advance.

Duanfeng Buer carried a long spear of two feet on his shoulder, and walked forward as if no one else was there. With his arms resting on top of it, the body of the gun was slightly curved, showing that the body of the gun had good elasticity, and only the tip of the gun glowed a little bit cold under the sunlight.

The mercenaries didn't pay too much attention to Duanfeng Buer and his spear. Although an ash wood gun body was good, it wasn't really a good gun.

Motivatedly glanced at the tip of the Duanfeng Buer, and there was a taste of admiration in his eyes. It turned out to be a fighter-level spear tip. Putting it on this ordinary ash wood gun did have a hidden meaning.

After the inspection was completed by the three commanders, they said that no contraband was found, and General Feng let the caravan go with a wave of his hand.

The three of them carried their weapons and walked in the middle of the team, imitating those mercenaries who kept observing the surroundings.

[The Demon Race is the sworn enemy of the Zhence Dynasty. 】

This iron law has long been deeply imprinted in the minds of every citizen of the Zhence Dynasty, but what does the demon clan look like? What is their way of life? But not all the citizens of the Zhence Dynasty knew about it.

What Gan Jin knows is only the introduction in the book, and he has never seen what the demons look like with his own eyes.

Stepping away from the fortress, the atmosphere in the caravan became more tense. All the mercenaries showed their professional qualities. The two rushed forward to scout the situation, and the other mercenaries tensed up and looked around.

There is an area between the Zhence Dynasty and the Mozu that does not belong to the jurisdiction of the two forces. The width of each place is different. The distance even hundreds of miles away does not belong to the jurisdiction of both sides. The distance even needs only a dozen miles or even a few miles as a buffer zone for both sides.

If the border line is just one foot away, then naturally they will have to fight every day. After these years of combat experience, the two sides have tacitly kept a certain distance.

There is about 150 miles of uninhabited land between the Demon Race and the Zhence Dynasty in the Fortress Fortress. In this area that is not under the jurisdiction of the Zhence Dynasty and the Demon Race, it is a paradise for thieves and robbers. Whether it is the robbers of the Demon Race, the human bandits of the Zhence Dynasty, or the horse thieves of the barbarians, they all gather here.

It is not uncommon for a robbery team to have barbarians, demons, and humans at the same time in this unruly area.

The caravans hired mercenaries to guard them, largely to guard against the robbers on the road.

The caravan walked a few miles away, and suddenly a clear and haughty snort sounded from the carriage.

Looking away from the corner of his energetic eyes, he immediately understood who the displeasure of the beautiful and arrogant female magician was aimed at, and it was definitely the wind!

The caravan had only traveled a few miles, but Duanfengbuer was already familiar with the driver. He was already sitting in the carriage, smoking a cigarette with his back against the straw, enjoying the sunlight and feeling the soft breeze. It was as easy as going out for an outing, without the sense of urgency and security that a guard should have.

The driver sitting next to Duanfeng Buer and driving the cart was the driver of the third cart! A cigarette that was handed over by Duan Fengbuer was held between his rough hands, and a faint blue smoke wafted from around the brim of his hat.

Could it be? He also found something wrong with the driver? There was a hint of doubt in Qian Jin's eyes, and suddenly there was a cry of an eagle in the sky.

The guarding mercenaries suddenly became tense, and two archer mercenaries armed with strong nanmu bows immediately drew their arrows and set up their bows to aim at the flying eagle in the air.

Bandit's Pathfinder Eagle! Qian Jin has seen introductions about robbers in books. Some robbers use humans to investigate, while others use animals, such as eagles, swallows, or even a rabbit running and jumping on the ground.

It's just that rabbits, a delicious game, are often shot to death by the mercenaries of the caravan as soon as they find them. Therefore, in order to prevent the rabbits that they have worked hard for half a year from becoming the dinner of the mercenaries, the bandits seldom use animals like rabbits for investigation.

The eagle is a detection method often used by bandits and even the army.

Whoosh, two strong arrows shot out of the bow, the extremely fast arrow speed increased with the rising distance, and the speed became slower and slower. The wings of the eagle in the sky swayed slightly, and the body leaned to the side to grab the strong arrows directly with its claws.

It raised its head and honked a few times in the air, flew around the crowd as if mocking it, and threw the arrow to the ground again.

"Cut! You can't even shoot an eagle, so this is called a mercenary?" Abigail glanced at the mercenaries holding bows with a sneer on her face: "How dare you charge mercenary fees?"

The cheeks of the two archery mercenaries were red and hot, and they directly lowered their heads. No matter why the eagle flew much higher than ordinary eagles, it would be a shame for the mercenaries to miss it.

When the other mercenaries heard Aibijia's words, they showed varying degrees of anger on their faces. Since joining the caravan, they had heard her sarcastic remarks almost every day, but he had the strength of a third-level magician and was a member of the Magic Guild.

"Oh, it seems that you archers and warriors will always need the support of our magicians. Without our great magicians, you won't be able to do anything at all." Abigail held a delicate staff and slowly stood up from the goose feather cushion. The magic robe like a red skirt fluttered in the wind: "Let me help you, and let you know how mysterious and powerful magic is."

Aibijia slowly raised the exquisite staff in her hand, and chanted the magic activation lightly. Her mental power communicated with the ruby ​​on the staff little by little. Instead of using the magic scroll, which is a quick way to activate magic, she chose the magic chanting.

Looking at Aibijia's performance, she smiled weakly. Many magicians have this strange hobby. They want to show off their magic singing ability whenever they have time. They would rather slowly adjust their mental power to gather magic elements than do the simpler and more effective way. If she goes against Huang Quan, all ten lives will be cleaned up by Huang Quan now.

"Elves of the fire element, please follow my call and appear!" The magic wand in Abigail's hand was shining with red light, and they twisted and gradually formed a rocket: "Inspire it! Rocket technique! Knock down that humble target!"

The rocket shot straight into the sky with a 'bang', and the eagle rushed straight to the sky with unparalleled momentum, leaving a faint red mark wherever it passed, as if it was going to set the sky on fire.

Seeing the rocket flying, the eagle turned around in the air, and the pair of wide wings suddenly merged with the rocket, setting off a gust of wind, and the fiercely attacking rocket became smaller and smaller under the wind, and finally turned into a little bit of tiny flame, and then disappeared completely.

The caravan was extraordinarily quiet for a while, and I saw that the faces of the mercenaries were all blushing. They wanted to laugh but didn't want to offend the magician, so they suppressed the blushing. Such a mighty rocket was blown out by the eagle's wings. This kind of thing is far more embarrassing than being caught by an eagle with a bow and arrow.

"Hahahahahaha..."

The quiet caravan broke out into a burst of loud and happy laughter, and Duanfengbuer happily rolled back and forth on the straw of the carriage, wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes repeatedly with the palm of his hand holding the cigarette.

"Interesting! It's so fun!" Duan Fengbuer looked at Abijia out of breath with a smile: "I said, pretty girl, you think traveling is too boring, so you deliberately do some funny things to entertain us? It's very interesting! It's so interesting! I said that if you can't find a job in the future, you might as well go to the circus to perform. For example, if you send a rocket, and then let a mouse blow it out, this is definitely very promising."

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