Chapter 330 Roadblocking Robbers

In March, the grass is fragrant and the flowers are red and the willows are green.

On the endless field, the carriages rushed, raising the smoke and dust all over the sky.

On the car, Cui Ping's face was full of fatigue, and his eyes were full of blood. In order to get rid of the pursuit of the Liaoning people behind him, in the past two days, he traveled day and night. Finally, he arrived at the Yijin Pass ahead.

When you enter the customs, it is Bazhou City.

Thinking of this, Cui Ping, who was numb, had a little excitement in his eyes. He couldn't help shaking a few more whips, making the dark horse spread his hoofs and run forward.

It was another time. In front of the tall wall, Cui Ping strangled the reins. The dark horse, which was significantly thinner than before, immediately gasped, and even the fresh green grass under his feet did not want to chew.

On the wall, the soldiers on duty also heard the movement. A series of soldiers rushed to the top of the city, with long bows and arrows in their hands, and the cold light shone on the cold bones in the midday sun.

"Wait, we are Song people. Don't shoot arrows!"

Cui Ping quickly dropped his whip, jumped out of the car, and shouted at the head of the city. Hearing this pure Central Plains words, the head of the city took back his guard. A leader in lock armor leaned out and said, "Who are you? Why did you run to the Liao people!"

"We..."

Cui Ping was about to open his mouth, but he heard a soft call from behind him. Later, he saw that the carriage curtain was lifted. Yang Yanzhao came out. The sadness of the past two days made his face turn pale, and the sparse beard on his chin looked even more old. It seemed that he was dazzling by the sun. He covered his forehead with his hand and recovered after a while.

Looking at the mottled wall, the three words 'Yijin Pass' made Yang Yanzhao sigh. He lowered his head and squeezed out the red in his eyes. He raised his head and said to the group, "General, the little family was captured by the Liao people and left Jizhou. A few days ago, Jizhou finally escaped. I hope the general can do it. It's convenient to let the villain return to the hometown of Daizhou.

Yang Yanzhao's words have a strong accent unique to the generation of Hedong Road. In addition, the Liao people do capture a lot of Han people in the autumn wind every year. The straightforward guy quickly let his men open the gate.

After saying thank you, Yang Yanzhao got back on the carriage with the exhaust wind. When the carriage drove into Yijin Pass, his heart surged. Thinking about the scenes in the past six months, he couldn't help sighing, closed his eyes and leaned against the carriage, and stopped making a sound.

The exhaust wind on one side saw him like this, and a trace of worry flashed in his big eyes, but he didn't know what to say. He could only lean against Yang Yanzhao's side and put his little head on his arm.

The carriage was sparkling, passed the pass, and went to Bazhou City. Before sunset, it finally rushed to Bazhou City.

Outside the car, there was a familiar noise and noise. He lifted the curtain. Yang Yanzhao looked at the bustling crowd, and there were a variety of shop hawkers on the street, and inexplicably felt a sense of security.

I'm home.

With a sigh, Yang Yanzhao asked Cui Ping to find an inn, and the three of them rested in Bazhou for one night.

It was night. The lights in Yang Yanzhao's room had not been extinguished. From time to time, there was a sound of laughter and crying in the room. The exhaust wind guarding outside the house and Cui Ping did not make a sound, nor did they come forward, but stood in front of the door full of worry.

The next day, before dawn, the carriage set off again. Perhaps because it was given broken silver last night, the big dark horse was taken care of by the innkeeper, and its stomach was round. It ran very fast, leaving light smoke on the ground.

Yang Yanzhao's expression seemed to be much better than yesterday's. Although he was still sitting quietly, the exhaust wind saw that there was less sadness in his eyes a few days ago.

Out of Bazhou, the car is on the secluded mountain road. Hundreds of flowers are blooming, and the dark fragrance is on the nose; the vegetation is crisp, and the birds are singing in the valley.

The sound of the wheels rolling over was particularly clear. Walking in this quiet, even Cui Ping felt inexplicable comfort in his heart. He squinted at the sunlight leaking through the lush branches and leaves of the towering ancient trees and gently shook the whip in his hand.

Suddenly, a group of birds rushed to the sky. Cui Ping, who seemed to be asleep, suddenly opened his eyes and pulled the reins with his left hand to stop the big dark horse who was happily.

He looked up and left and right. The forest there was silent, but it gave him an extremely depressing sense of threat.

Cui Ping slowly pulled out the dagger thorn tied to his leg and whispered to his back, "Instor, we may have encountered an ambush."

"I know, be careful."

His voice was flat. Hearing this sentence, Cui Ping's uneasy heart calmed down in an instant. He grabbed the dagger in his hand, looked at the terrain on both sides, and thought about how to rush out of the ambush.

"Woth!"

At this moment, several feather arrows flew out, and they were nailed to the front and back of the carriage. Suddenly, the big dark horse was shocked and hissed with its hooves.

Striving to pull the reins, Cui Ping understood that this was the other party warning him. Don't want to escape. Looking at this archer, he was very proficient in archery.

There is really no way to rush out.

"Kill!"

The sound of killing came, and hundreds of people came out in the blink of an eye on both sides of the forest, all with weapons such as knives and guns in their hands. There were dozens of people holding long bows, and their eyes were light and restrained. It was thought that the arrows just now was shot by them.

"Bah, it's really unlucky. After ambush for more than half a day, I only caught such a small shrimp!"

A man in the front has a round face and a beard. The corner of his robe is raised, stuffed with a thick cloth belt around his waist, and there is a yellow gourd hanging on one side of the belt.

Perhaps when he saw that the carriage was too old, his face was suddenly full of loss, and he muttered dissatisfiedly with the big axe.

Behind him is a strong man with an iron gun about eight feet high. Coupled with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, he seemed to stand out among this group of people.

Hearing this complaint, the man with the gun shook his head and smiled, "You tycoon, look at the sun has passed noon. I think there is no business today. No matter how small the sparrow is, it is meat. Maybe it can get some money. It's better to rob it and go back to drink earlier."

In their eyes, the feeling is that robbing Yang Yanzhao is still the one who comes out of the mountain and returns empty-handed, and it will make do with it.

Cui Ping was immediately furious with the words of the two. Although he wanted to rush forward and fight with these bandits, he had to calm down.

Only in this way can we find a chance to kill.

At least send the instructor and the exhaust.

Just as Cui Ping was thinking about it, the man with the big axe stepped forward carelessly, raised the sharp axe in his hand, and said disdainfully, "The people in the car quickly came down quickly, which also saved my brothers from bothering and leaving money, which spared your life!"

I didn't pay attention to Cui Ping with a dagger at all.

And his voice fell, and there was no movement in the car. Even the handlebars were sitting on the car and did not move. Suddenly, he felt that his face could not hang, and he danced a big axe and cut towards the car.

"Shit the truth, you Grandpa Meng ignored what he said. Today, I have to teach you a lesson."

The axe hit the carriage with the sound of hunting wind. At this moment, Cui Ping moved, and the dagger in his hand turned half a circle and put it upside down on his right arm to meet the big axe.

"Dang!"

The fire was everywhere, Cui Ping was shocked and retreated a few steps, and his arm was also very painful. The thorn dagger almost came out of his hand.

"Haha, it's a little interesting. I didn't expect a driver to have this kind of skills."

Seeing that Cui Ping was good at it, the man was not angry but happy. He shouted and waved his axe and rushed up. Suddenly, he saw countless sparks running around, and there was the sound of metal impact in his ears.

After dozens of fights in a row, they were all tough. Although Cui Ping did not fall behind, he secretly complained in his heart. Although he had the strength after Guo Huai's fight, he was still far from the man in front of him.

Unfortunately, the other party rushed up, and Cui Ping couldn't raise his hand to beg for mercy. He could only rely on his dexterous body to avoid the brute attack full of brute force. From time to time, he would find the right opportunity. The dagger drew a dexterous cold light, which forced the key point of the person and caught him off guard.

Even so, the man with the big axe was not angry at all. Instead, he trembled more and more bravely. He didn't care whether Cui's dagger plunged into his shoulder and shook the axe and cut Cui Ping's head.

"Bum!"

At the critical moment, Cui Ping pulled out the dagger, and a donkey rolled and hid aside, while the latter cut off several axes one after another, which immediately made him dangerous.

"Look, I don't want your life this time!"

Laughing loudly, the axe roared down and cut at Cui Ping's waist, who had not yet got up on the ground. At this time, a crisp crash sounded, and the axe flew out, fell on the grass in the distance, and smashed a pool of green.

The shot was the man with the gun, and Yang Yanzhao with a spear.

"Third brother, have you forgotten what you said before!"

He drank a low sentence, and the man with a gun looked up at Yang Yanzhao. His white robe, star-eye sword eyebrows, and his handsome face looked a little haggard because of his paleness.

It's just that those eyes are very bright and deep, and it seems that they can see through his heart in an instant.

I don't know why, the man with the gun had a trace of fighting in his heart. As soon as he mentioned it, he grabbed it, the long gun spit blood like a poisonous snake, and stabbed at Yang Yanzhao.

But before the gun touched Yang Yanzhao's skirt, it stopped, because the cold spear had been pushed against his throat.

The man who had been playing with a gun for more than ten years trembled in his heart. Just now, a beautiful gun flower flashed, and the spear came in front of him. The shooting was far above him.

"Haha, Brother Jiao, you also have time to eat!"

Picking up the axe, the bearded man laughed loudly, as if he was very happy to see the man with a gun hitting the wall. And the latter ignored the joke, and his face flashed with embarrassment. Then he took his long gun and hugged Yang Yanzhao and said, "The strong man is good at it. He can't be defeated. He is Jiao Zan. This is my brother, Meng Liang. If the strong man doesn't dislike it, go to the mountain with my two brothers and have a drink!"

Although Yang Yanzhao wanted to rush back to Bianliang early, he was surrounded by bandits. If he didn't want to go down, he was afraid that it would be difficult to fly. He just answered first and said, "How dare Yang not to accept Brother Jiao's kind invitation?"