Commanding Wind and Cloud

The few mercenaries who were closer to the scouts subconsciously looked back and froze in place.

The two men lying on horseback were not mercenaries of the mercenary regiment at all! They were just wearing the mercenary costumes of the two Pathfinders before, and the reason why they were lying down was not to avoid the arrows, but to prevent others from seeing their appearance clearly. The protruding veined palm was holding Sen Han's saber, and half of it had been pulled out of the scabbard at some point!

The mercenaries were frightened for a while, and a chill ran up their backs. If they had just withdrawn the defense of the circle formed by the cars, two horse thieves rushed into the circle and rushed forward suddenly, and the result...

No one dared to think about what the outcome would be. All the mercenaries breathed a sigh of relief, retracted their weapons aimed at Qian Jin, and gave him apologetic and shocked gazes.

In such a short period of time, with the two of them hiding so much, how could they still see through the disguise at a glance? Zeng Chuandong rested his chin in his hand and was shocked by his power of observation. He didn't even notice the disguise of these two people just now, but he shot and killed them without hesitation. This judgment, self-confidence and determination...

"It's a pity..." Zeng Chuandong sighed and shook his head. It's such a pity that such an excellent archer is not a demon warrior! In the future, he must find a way to use some fighting stones from the Warrior Union, and help him condense his fighting spirit into fighting spirit no matter what! Then he will be a very good fighter.

"It's a pity...it's a pity..."

The more Zeng Chuandong looked at the energetic back, the more he felt a pity. Even if Fabredis had the same determination and self-confidence as this young man, he was still inferior to this energetic in terms of observation. Even with the resources of the trade union, it would be a pity to use all kinds of methods to help him become a demon warrior. This kind of archery... It's a pity that he can only use resources to pile him up into a demon warrior, but it can't make him stronger...

"This is supposed to be a warrior with an infinite bright future." Zeng Chuandong was not without emotion. Even the legendary Yiyu family would appreciate his archery skills.

The mercenaries quickly dragged the dead horse thieves and war horses into the circle, watched warily the horse thieves who were approaching quickly, and could even see their eyebrows clearly, and fell silent collectively.

Duan Feng Bu Er finally turned over and jumped off the carriage loaded with straw, raised the elastic wooden spear, and said with a touch of excitement, "This is the horse thief called Beyond the Great Wall?"

The one-inch-square black wooden boards are closely arranged under the series connection of steel wires, forming pieces of pitch-black battle armor.

Armor is black, horses are black, flags are black, even their weapons are black. Just standing in place, coupled with Heifeng's past vicious reputation, can create a strong sense of oppression.

They parked their horses less than 50 meters away from the circle, and the leader was a strong man over two meters tall, with a black feather cloak draped over his shoulders, and beside him were two black wind horse thieves each dragging a dusty mercenary.

The mercenaries standing in the circle were overjoyed to see that their companion was still alive, and then fell silent again. The difference between not dead and dead is really the same.

A horse thief in the black wind rode out and shouted: "Listen to the caravan in front! We are the seventeenth team of the third brigade of the black wind horse thief group! Now I suspect that among your goods, there are military supplies prohibited by the Zhence Dynasty from being transported to the demons! Make a way for us to check immediately! If there are no smuggled items, we will let you go immediately."

The mercenaries clenched their weapons even more silently. The reason why the Black Wind Horse Bandits ranked eighth among the Top Ten Horse Bandits outside the Great Wall was because they were fierce enough to rob goods and never left anyone alive. Otherwise, they could only rank tenth at most, how could they be ranked eighth.

Boss Liang hid behind the carriage and tremblingly peeked at the horse thief in the distance, and shouted in a panicked voice: "We...we are legal businessmen, and we don't have any illegal smuggling of military supplies! Heifeng lords, if you happen to be a little tight these days, I have a bag of gold coins here. Although the number is not many, there are a hundred pieces. Maybe it can solve your temporary difficulties..."

A hundred gold coins? The vigorous scalp jumped, and the shot was a hundred gold coins? It seems that this caravan is really amazing to make money. I don't know what kind of goods they are selling this time. The first time they meet a horse thief, they ask for a hundred gold coins?

Motivatedly glanced at the carts full of goods from the corner of his eyes in doubt, and heard the voice of the Black Wind Horse Bandit Group in the distance: "Listen to the caravan ahead, maybe you have heard the rumor that our Black Wind Horse Bandit Group has never left anyone alive. But what we want to explain is that we are the third brigade, the seventeenth squad!

"I won't ask for a copper coin..." Boss Liang squatted on the ground trembling, looking pitifully at the carriages full of goods and muttering: "You won't even give us a copper coin."

A high-pitched, ear-piercing roar suddenly appeared from the horse thieves: "I'll just say it! You idiots with wooden heads! Why are you telling them so much? Just kill them, just grab them and leave!"

Gan Jin poked his ears with his little finger, trying to dig out the sharp voice that rushed into his ears. This high-pitched harsh voice was as harsh as a man's throat imitating a woman, and he would even get goose bumps if he heard it too much.

"Master Tenth Regiment Leader! Our Seventeenth Squad has always been like this. We have always been responsible only to the Grand Regiment Leader and the Third Regiment Leader. Your duty is only to collect the smuggled goods you have stolen. It seems that you should not interfere with other things."

A horse carrying a famous soldier in the horse thief team slowly came out, which immediately attracted the attention of Qian Jin and other mercenaries.

The strong black war horse exudes the taste of a god. The warrior riding on the horse is wearing a black tight armor, which outlines the perfect and sexy figure unique to women. Her waist is very thin, but it does not give people the impression of powerlessness. The tall breasts are particularly attractive against the armor, and the slender legs are full of elasticity.

What attracted the most attention was her face. It was a face covered by a black metal mask. Only the black eyes could be seen. Even just this pair of eyes caused countless reveries, and made people want to take off the mask immediately and see her face.

Her eyes glanced at the head of the Tenth Regiment beside her, who looked like a woman with fair skin and didn't have a single beard growing on her chin.

A pair of plain but charming contradictory eyes faced each other with a pair of bitter eyes. The pupils in the two black jewel-like pupils shrank a little bit, and the hands holding the reins creaked, and the voice became cold and sharp: "Hua Yan is gone, but your 17th team has a lot of things to do, but you have snatched less things than any other team. Don't think that you can always be sheltered after saving the third team leader once! Heifeng is still in charge of the big team leader!" The third child wants to seize the throne? He is still young!"

The cold light in Hua Yan's missing pupils gradually dissipated, replaced by a more boring taste. She looked at the tenth regiment leader with fair skin, no chin, a little thin body, and slightly bulging eyes: "Wanyan Tiegu, I made it very clear when I joined Heifeng that both the first and third regiment leaders agreed to my request. If you have any dissatisfaction with the seventeenth squad, you can go to them to lose your temper."

The black wind horse thief under the black armor on the horse's back pulled the reins of the horse intentionally or unintentionally, pulling the horse a little away from the commander of the ten regiment.

Wanyan Tiegu, the head of the tenth regiment, narrowed his eyes into slits like blades, and his sharp gaze was also like a sword. He stared at the big man, "Hua Yan is gone! You have time to talk back to me, why not think about how to rescue the other two supervision teams. I can see them dragged into that circle with my own eyes. If you can't rescue them alive...even the third regiment leader can't save you this time."

Hua Yan's dilated pupils tightened again, and there was a sense of helplessness in his sleepy eyes. The black leopard leather gloves tugged at the reins, and his body swayed lazily as the horse moved forward. A crisp and pleasant voice sounded slowly: "Listen, the caravan ahead, release the two Heifengmen you just captured, and let us check through a passage. I, Huayan, don't promise. As long as you don't hide embargoed smuggled items, I won't take a single coin from you."

The mercenaries held the weapons in their hands even tighter, staring silently at the Heifeng 17th Squad not far away, which was clearly outnumbered, but powerful enough to sweep everything away.

"Ten...Ten Commander...Wanyan Tiegu..." Boss Liang supported the ground with both hands, so as not to let the sitting body fall directly on the ground.

Momentum was curious about why Boss Liang's reaction was so intense: "Do you know this person?"

"I don't know..." Boss Liang looked at the two corpses of Heifeng on the ground, and glanced at the enthusiasm not far away with flickering eyes, and swallowed again and again: "It is rumored that the Heifeng Horse Thief Group met a new horse thief who joined them five years ago. This person challenged the tenth regiment leader in a very short period of time, and killed the tenth regiment leader who was a demon warrior at that time. I heard it was the Nine Battles of Conquering Demons..."

"Kill the Nine Battles of Jiangmo five years ago?" He couldn't help but raise his head to look at the head of the ten regiment not far away, secretly guessing in his heart how much growth he has had in the past five years?

"I also heard..." Boss Liang looked at the faces of the surrounding mercenaries who were fighting to the death, but he sighed again without any expression of seeking victory: "It is rumored...he may be a blood warrior..."