Chen Po and Su Mo looked at each other, made a gesture, and Su Mo nodded.
Chen Po turned his head and made a few gestures behind him, and then the five hundred soldiers put away their bows, climbed up from the ground, crouched down, and followed Chen Po as they ran quietly into the forest on the left.
Song Dabao and his group, who were descending the mountain, were completely unaware. He was wondering where the hell the group had gone to and why there was no sound.
Liu Sanbian also felt strange. Could it be that those people went back to sleep after making such a fuss?
After thinking about it, he felt something was wrong, so he stopped the team and called the three spies over.
"What's the situation like around here?"
One of the spies replied, "It's the same as usual. We've been observing here for five days. Every night they run around Daishan. The difference is... their route tonight is different from before."
Liu Sanbian frowned. This group's training methods were quite peculiar. Could it be that they had changed their route tonight? They had come to the lower village in small groups, and tonight was the first time they had gathered here. There was no reason for Fu Xiaoguan to know of their existence.
Thinking he was being overly suspicious, he whispered, "Are you sure there's only Fu Xiaoguan, a woman, and a few servants in the West Hill Villa?"
"Yes, although they are far away, but through analyzing their movements, I can see that except for Fu Xiaoguan and the woman, the rest are servants."
"Okay, you guys did a great job, let's go!"
Three spies led the way. They didn't dare to light any lamps in the dark night, so they went down the mountain very slowly.
No one knew that just behind them, Su Rou was holding Fu Xiaoguan and sitting on a tree.
"You are right, their target is indeed you."
"No, could you please let go of your hand?"
"Oh...I'm afraid you'll fall."
Su Rou loosened her hands, took out the embroidery needle and started embroidering.
"That man's name is Song Dabao, known in the martial arts world as the Great God King Kong. He's one of the Eight Vajras under Gong Shenchang. He's a disciple of Fang Tian, the Yellow River Stick King, and is extremely famous in the Yellow River region. The mace he wields weighs 88 kilograms. If your small frame gets hit by that... I'm afraid you'd be dead."
Su Rou seemed to be talking to herself as she continued, "Junior Brother taught you the Nine Yang Heart Sutra, but such a long time has passed and there's still no improvement... I'm not trying to discourage you, but you really aren't cut out for martial arts training, so why are you joining in the fun?"
Fu Xiaoguan didn't take it seriously and chuckled, "I just wanted to see if those new recruits would be scared out of their wits. Be careful when the fight starts. It's okay to get hurt, but try not to lose your life."
"You underestimated Bai Yulian. Although Xiao Lianlian's swordsmanship is not very good, he is a good leader. You are lucky. Xiao Lianlian has always been arrogant, but you have conquered him."
This is true. Fu Xiaoguan has often come to the training base these days. Of course, he has never interfered with Bai Yulian's training plan. It's just that when the two meet occasionally, Fu Xiaoguan will make some advanced suggestions, and Bai Yulian will be very impressed after hearing them.
For example, a night raid like this one.
Now everyone is in place and ready, just waiting for the enemy to fall into the trap.
Song Dabao and others were completely unaware of this. Led by three spies, they walked step by step into the encirclement set up by Chen Po and Su Mo.
"I always feel like something is wrong. I'm so nervous." Liu Sanbian's brows were still furrowed.
Song Dabao grinned. "I'm afraid of running into ghosts when I walk at night. Uncle Sanbian is a scholar, unlike warriors like me who often do robberies on dark and windy nights. I actually like killing people at night. Even though I can't see the blood, I can feel the heat of it on my face..."
As soon as Song Dabao finished speaking, a drop of blood splashed on his face. He reached out to touch it and looked up. Could it be raining?
At the moment of his doubt, blood splashed on his face again. This time he felt the heat and was startled. He subconsciously shouted, "There's an enemy!"
Then someone next to him fell to the ground with a plop.
Liu Sanbian was horrified and quickly fell to the ground. "Where are the enemies? Where are the enemies?"
Song Dabao waved the mace in his hand, and the sound of ding ding ding was heard. He looked around with his big eyes, but it was so dark, how could he see the enemy!
"Who is attacking us? Do you dare to show up and fight?"
He held the mace in his hand and roared again: "Men, follow me and charge out!"
So he led the remaining two hundred or so men and rushed forward towards the arrows.
This fellow was highly skilled in martial arts, and he wielded his mace with impenetrable force. The steel knives in the hands of his men behind him were also dancing wildly, and in the blink of an eye, twenty or thirty people were shot and killed.
They rushed to the ambush place of Su Mo's troops. Su Mo made several gestures in succession, and the new recruits behind him drew their bows and swords, still forming a formation of five people, and rushed forward in small steps.
On the other side, Chen Po gave a hand signal, and five hundred soldiers rushed out with him, surrounding Song Dabao and others.
Su Mo rushed towards Song Dabao with a sword, and the rest of the soldiers fought with the bandits.
Liu Sanbian crawled up from the ground and looked at the battlefield in front of him in horror. After three breaths, he turned around and ran, then fell to the ground with a bang.
His legs were tied with a string, and then his body rolled in the air, wrapped like a dumpling by the string.
Su Rou hung him on the tree and continued embroidering, but her eyes were looking at the battlefield below.
From beginning to end, the group of recruits did not make any sound, which made Su Rou look at Fu Xiaoguan and Bai Yulian with a higher opinion.
At this moment, on the battlefield, a team of five people rolled over like wheels. The first person chopped down with a knife and moved his feet. The second person was just in the position of the first person and swept across with another knife. In this way, they rotated and cut into the enemy as if cutting vegetables. In Su Rou's opinion, it was simply bullying, but the recruits on the battlefield were extremely nervous.
This is murder with real guns and knives!
They were originally farmers and had no problem holding hoes, but now they are holding knives!
The blood splashed on their faces, the knives chopped on their bodies, and their knives also chopped on the enemy's necks. Teammates fell down around them, and then they became blood-eyed and lost their composure.
"I'm going to chop you to death, you son of a bitch!"
"Zhang Peng, Zhang Peng, wake up... someone come quickly!"
“Oh, my hand, my hand…!”
"Brothers, kill them!"
…
Fu Xiaoguan shook his head. It was still a mess after all, but it didn't matter. This was their first battle after all. Bai Yulian would naturally make a summary afterwards. Some people would leave, and some would grow up slowly.
This is the survival of the fittest. They are not flowers in a greenhouse. They must go through such bloody storms in order to face the future more firmly!
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