Volume 1: A stone strikes a thousand waves, the world surrounds Li Daosheng Chapter 119: Mu Wu Doesn't Like to Talk
"Horse!" The snow on the ground was scattered by the horse's hooves.
A group of light cavalry dressed as bandits stopped at a pass on the border between Jin and Tang.
The leader was a middle-aged man with half of his mouth and nose covered with a gray scarf, leaving only his eyes exposed.
In the snow, he rode his horse and walked around the pass several times. He carefully looked up and down the pass again, nodded, and spoke to the people behind him in Jin dialect.
"Send a message to the king, saying that there is no problem at this checkpoint."
They had circled the pass several times and were sure that there was no Tang soldier there.
This is the purpose of their visit.
Some time ago, a man from the Central Plains wrote a letter to the king. Of course, they didn't know the specific content of the letter. They only knew that the other party mentioned several secret passes that could bypass the Tang army's guards.
They came here to confirm the authenticity of the news, and this is the last hurdle.
So far, they have not seen any Tang soldiers stationed there, and they have explored the nearby mountains and forests again and again, ruling out the possibility of an ambush.
An eagle was released from the team with the news and disappeared into the snowy sky.
Instead, the cavalry lingered in front of the pass for a while, then passed through the pass and rushed into the mountains.
They still need to try again to see if these checkpoints can really bypass the Tang army's defense line.
Shortly after they left, a man in black appeared in front of the pass.
He held a broken sword in his arms, squatted down halfway, and reached out his hand to touch the messy horseshoe prints on the ground, probably thinking about something for a while.
Then he raised his head again, stood up, and walked into the pass along the messy mud and snow.
In the flying snow, the black figure looked thin and silent.
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For the villagers living near the border, the nearest border has become much more stable for some reason. There are no more horse bandits or mountain bandits. They no longer need to worry about their safety on the road when entering and leaving the border , and the village no longer needs to be robbed.
These days were undoubtedly very peaceful, and for them, this kind of peace was a rare blessing.
Although I don’t know why there are so many more officers and soldiers at the border in the past few months, it is obvious that as long as it does not affect their lives, they will not interfere.
In Huaikou Village, villagers rarely go out during the winter snow. They just want to light a pot of charcoal at home and stay by the fire all day.
This made the village seem very quiet that day, with only a few children playing in the snow on the village road, occasionally letting out a few laughs as they ran after each other.
It also made the next sound coming from a distance very obvious.
“Tatttatttatt!”
The dense sounds accompanied by the slight vibration of the ground broke the silence of the small village.
The villagers were very familiar with the sound, even though they hadn't heard it for nearly a year.
This is the sound of horse hooves, and such rapid horse hooves sound usually brings bad things.
Almost immediately, several villagers ran out, brought back their children, and then locked the door.
Only a little girl was left in the middle of the road. She was a child without parents, so no one took care of her.
She just stood quietly at the entrance of the village, listening to the sound of horse hooves becoming louder and louder, until she saw a group of people and horses stopped in front of the village.
The villagers hid by the windows in fear. Through the windows, they saw the people coming. It was the horse thieves. They were sure of this by the way they were dressed.
But at the same time, they had never seen so many horse thieves. Just a rough look showed that there were at least thousands of them.
Some people were so scared that they immediately knelt down, while others started crying.
Among the Jin cavalry, the middle-aged man in the lead saw the Tang village in front of him, stood for a while, raised the scimitar in his hand lightly, and spoke.
"Get rid of it."
They couldn't let anyone see them coming.
The little girl at the entrance of the village was still standing there, looking very calm. Maybe she didn't know what would happen next, or maybe she no longer knew how to be afraid. But when the cavalrymen drew their scimitars behind them and prepared to charge forward, a figure suddenly appeared between them and the village.
It was a man dressed in black.
No one saw how he appeared. He just suddenly appeared there, holding a tattered sword in his arms, standing in the snow with his head down.
The leader of the Jin cavalry frowned and shouted, "Who is coming?!"
This was the Tang dialect he learned from a businessman from the Tang Kingdom. In fact, he only knew this one sentence.
After hearing the cavalry leader's call, the man in black seemed to finally react.
He slowly pulled out the sword from his arms and placed it on the ground in front of him, letting it sink slightly into the dirty snow.
It was indeed a very worn-out sword, with scars all over the body and various rolled edges on the blade. It was almost unrecognizable as a sword.
But the man in black didn't seem to care about this. He just raised his eyes and looked at the cavalry in front of him, and spoke in a very calm tone.
"You don't need to know my name. I'm only here to kill people."
None of these men would return alive, his sword said.
The Jin cavalry naturally didn't understand what he said, but since there was only one person on the other side, there was no need for them to be afraid.
Seeing the man draw his sword, the cavalry leader didn't say anything else, but raised the scimitar in his hand and shouted.
"kill!"
In an instant, the wind and snow were in chaos, and thousands of cavalrymen urged their horses to rush towards the village with earth-shaking momentum.
They will kill everyone they see.
The man in black also silently placed his hand on the hilt of the sword in front of him.
He will kill everyone who comes his way.
When the two collided , a flash of sword light accompanied by blood passed by, followed by the neighing of war horses and the wailing of people.
In the smoke and flying snow, no one could see what was happening except the little girl standing at the village gate.
It was not until sunset that the smoke and dust in front of the village gradually subsided.
A warhorse that lost its owner fled into the valley in panic, leaving behind corpses and blood on the ground.
The blood dyed the white snow red, and also dyed the only figure still standing red.
“Click.”
Amidst the countless corpses and broken blades, the man in black put away his sword and turned around.
It was also at this time that he noticed the little girl who was still standing at the village gate.
She didn't run away, but just stood there, looking at him calmly, with a little blood splattered on her face.
The man walked silently in front of the girl and stopped without saying a word.
He was waiting for her to speak, because she seemed to have something to say.
Sure enough, the girl made a sound.
"Can I follow you?" she asked.
Blood was flowing from the man's hands, and the blood stains on his hair and face made his features look blurry.
He looked at the girl for a while, and after a while, he answered in a hoarse voice.
"no."
As he spoke, he raised his hand, as if he wanted to wipe the blood off the girl's face, but his hand stopped in mid-air because he found that there was more blood on his hand and he could not wipe the girl's face clean.
He knew what the girl might have been through, but he had no way of making her let it go because he himself was already mired in blood debt.
"Sorry." In the end, he just left this sentence lightly and walked away from the girl.
Afterwards, he had to go back to the Central Plains because he discovered something: the people he had just killed were not horse thieves, but soldiers from the Jin Dynasty.
The reason was simple, he recognized the tokens on their waists.
As for why he had to go back to the Central Plains, it was because he needed some manpower if he wanted to kill all the Jin people.
