Build the Traveler Alliance from Scratch

Chapter 36
The next day, a night of spring rain wiped away the remaining frost, the warm wind was blowing, and the mist was light. It was a good weather for outings in the countryside.

On the official road, a group of chariots and horses are slowly advancing in this misty spring scene.

The horse's hooves clattered over the puddles on the road, splashing a little bit of muddy water, guarding the most luxuriously decorated carriage in the middle of the convoy.

It seemed that the wheels were jolted when passing through the puddles, and the people in the carriage were jolted awake. They stretched out their hands to push aside the brocade curtains, and hooked their fingers at the guards on horseback on both sides of the convoy.

A woman in a silver-white brocade robe and a Western rapier at her waist immediately urged her horse forward, bowing her head respectfully.

"Where have you been?"

"If you go back to the factory, you will soon arrive in Fucheng County."

"Fucheng County... How far is it?"

"Less than three miles."

"Well, when you arrive in Fucheng County, don't hurry, find an inn to rest for a day."

"Master, this..."

The woman looked worried and hesitant.

Wei Zhongxian in the carriage smiled, closed the curtain, and left a meaningful sentence.

"Don't worry, if the emperor really wants to kill me, no matter how fast I walk, I won't be able to escape."

"If the emperor doesn't want to kill me, I just delay for a day, so what's the matter?"

The woman frowned, hesitated for a while, and still bowed her hands on horseback to accept orders.

Then, the woman urged the horse to come to the front of the convoy and shouted loudly.

"There is an order from the factory owner, take a break in Fucheng County ahead, and leave tomorrow!"

"Yes!"

Loud voices came from all over the convoy.

In a house near the city gate in Fucheng County, Ding Xiu held a knife in both hands and looked at the gate with frowning eyes.

In the house behind him, six swordsmen dressed in black and hats were sitting at the wooden table quietly adjusting their breath.

Soon, two men in black turned over from the courtyard wall, came to Ding Xiu's body, and cupped their hands.

"Brother Ding, Wei Xie is already outside Fucheng County, and we are about to enter the city three miles away. Brother Ma and I eavesdropped on the official road for a while, as if we heard them say that they will rest in Fucheng County for a day. "

"That's right!"

The swordsman surnamed Ma next to him nodded, and then asked excitedly, "Brother Ding, when shall we do it?"

Ding Xiu glanced at him, and said calmly: "No hurry, wait for Brother Zhao and Brother Fu to arrive first."

The two men in black looked at each other and frowned.

"Brother Fu? Is that the bone demon hand Fu Qingyun?"

"It's him~"

Ding Xiu lazily replied, then glanced at him sideways and said: "Don't blame me for not reminding you in advance, Brother Fu doesn't like this nickname, so you can just talk about it now, don't wait until he comes." Again..."

Hearing Ding Xiu's words, the black-clothed swordsman seemed a little unconvinced and sneered.

"I've heard about the martial arts of the Bone Demon Hand for a long time. If there is a chance, I would like to ask for a lesson!"

"I don't dare to ask for advice... But if I beat you up, there must be no problem!"

A slightly smiling voice came from outside the courtyard, and the two black-clothed swordsmen turned their heads together with Ding Xiu.

I saw two people coming in together from outside the courtyard, it was Zhao Lihe and Lin Zhongtian who came in a hurry.

Hearing Lin Zhongtian's words, the black-clothed swordsman snorted coldly, with his right hand resting on the long sword at his waist, as if about to unsheath it.

"Stop!" Zhao Lihe scolded softly, then frowned and looked at Ding Xiu, "The enemy is at hand, don't provoke the fire."

Ding Xiu pursed his lips and said, "Whoever got angry, I'm just telling the truth!"

The black-clothed swordsman at the side also seemed to have come to his senses, and his eyes on Ding Xiu gradually became unkind.

Ding Xiu didn't care about this, he looked Lin Zhongtian up and down, his eyes focused on the long strip wrapped in black cloth behind him, and his face was full of surprise.

"Where's your sword?"

"Did not bring."

Lin Zhongtian responded casually, and then untied the cloth strip between his chest and abdomen, took the long strip wrapped in black cloth in his hand, and tore off the black cloth on it casually, and it turned out to be a two-meter long iron gun .

"How can cavalry charge with swords? Of course they must use guns!"

Lin Zhongtian waved the spear in his hand excitedly while explaining.

The whole body of this spear is forged with refined iron, weighing 47 jin, the whole body is black, covered with special non-reflective material, even in the daylight, it looks like a black poisonous dragon, exuding a deadly aura.

Such a heavy weapon is as light as a bamboo pole in Lin Zhongtian's hands.

After waving several times, Lin Zhongtian suddenly turned around and hit the courtyard wall with his carbine.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the pitch-black gun tip instantly pierced through the courtyard wall, and broken stone bricks splashed in all directions.

Seeing this scene, the people in black who were watching the movement in the courtyard were horrified.

The two black-clothed swordsmen trembled and silently retreated behind Ding Xiu.

Seeing this scene, Ding Xiu twitched his mouth and couldn't help rolling his eyes.

Lin Zhongtian pulled out the spear forcefully, lifted it to the front of his body, and found that except for a few white marks, the tip of the spear was intact, and he couldn't help admiring.

"It really is a good weapon!"

"Naturally!" Zhao Lihe said with a smile, "I chose this specially for my brother."

"Young brother has a heart." Lin Zhongtian said with a smile.

Seeing the respectful appearance of the two brothers and sisters, Ding Xiu couldn't help but complained: "Brother Fu's supernatural power, Ding admires it, but it's just so public, isn't it afraid of being heard by the neighbors around and startling the snake?"

Zhao Lihe's expression turned serious when he heard the words: "Speaking of this, just now in the city, my brother found the trace of Jin Yiwei. They have sneaked into this Fucheng County. I think they plan to do something here. I discussed it with my brother. , decided to attack in advance, stopped the convoy outside Fucheng County, and took Wei Zhongxian away!"

The two black-clothed swordsmen who had inquired about the news before looked at each other and couldn't help but speak.

"But Wei Xie and others are about to enter the city, should we do it now?"

"Do it now!"

Zhao Lihe nodded his head, his face was serious, not like a fake.

"rest assured!"

Seeing that everyone was still a little bit surprised, Lin Zhongtian smiled, walked into the stables in the courtyard, brought a tall and strong black-tailed horse, turned over and sat on the horse's back, looked down at the people in the courtyard, and said with a smile.

"I'm going to the battle alone, you wait to guard the official way, don't let people escape."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for any reaction from the crowd, Lin Zhongtian patted his horse and left the house.

The corner of Ding Xiu's mouth twitched, he couldn't help leaning towards Zhao Lihe, and asked in a low voice, "Can he do it?"

Zhao Lihe smiled slightly, and said calmly: "Just wait and see..."

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Not long after, Zhao Lihe and others followed Lin Zhongtian to outside Fucheng County.

Looking at the convoy shrouded in mist on the official road in the distance, Lin Zhongtian rode up alone with a gun in hand.

Soon, the ranger at the front of the convoy saw Lin Zhongtian's figure, and without hesitation, shot an arrow at Lin Zhongtian.

The arrow flew more than a hundred steps and landed on the ground. It seemed that there was no killing intent, but it was just warning him not to move forward.

But Lin Zhongtian didn't respond at all, and continued to pat the horse forward slowly.

The cavalryman frowned and asked loudly, "Who is here?"

At the same time, the woman in white also urged her horse to the side of the carriage, whispering through the curtain.

"Master, there are people blocking the way ahead."

"...But Jin Yiwei?"

"No, that man is holding a spear and riding alone. He doesn't look like a Jin Yiwei, but looks like a member of the army."

"Someone from the army?"

Wei Zhongxian frowned, and thought carefully for a while, but couldn't find the corresponding image in his mind.

After thinking for a while, Wei Zhongxian got a little tired, waved his hands, and said wearily: "Forget it, since there is only one person blocking the way, if you can catch it, catch it, if you can't catch it, kill it!"

After finishing speaking, Wei Zhongxian closed the curtain, leaned back on the soft pillow, and closed his eyes tiredly.

Outside the carriage, the woman in white respectfully took orders, waved to find a person, and whispered for a while.

Then more than a dozen riders were separated from the convoy, and they rushed towards Lin Zhongtian, who was blocking the way, with weapons in hand.

The man held a horse in his hand and shouted as he charged: "This is the carriage frame of Eunuch Wei, the admiral of the East Factory. By the order of the Holy Majesty, he went to Fengyang to guard the mausoleum of the ancestors of the past dynasties. Those who are killed will be killed!"

When he yelled the last sentence, the man rushed over, raised the horse in his hand, and poked Lin Zhongtian's wide-open chest.

Lin Zhongtian showed no fear on his face, he shouted loudly, and urged the horse forward, with the iron gun in his hand, he picked up the opponent's horse from bottom to top, and the blade of the gun pierced through the man's neck like a gust of wind and thunder.

"Pfft-"

The two riders staggered, and blood flew everywhere.

Lin Zhongtian yelled, shook off the blood on the tip of the gun, and rushed towards the cavalry in front of him.

Behind him, the enemy's back was frozen on the horse's back, a piece of blade-shaped flesh was missing from the neck, and blood gushed out like a fountain, adding a touch of crimson to the hazy mist.

With a plop, the man's back fell to the ground, with only one leg wrapped around the stirrup, being dragged forward by the horse.

(End of this chapter)