Vol 3 Chapter 1253: Sword God smiles (9)

Night, quietly coming.
On the wasteland, a group of people riding in the direction of the Great Wall.
When their figure appeared in the blurred horizon under the moonlight, more than 30 people in this line went down and put the horse back in the opposite direction.
Then they took out the thick cloth prepared in advance, wrapped it on the feet, and slowly swayed in the snow-covered wilderness.
The gradual night gave them a good cover, and the team's fine men were quietly coming to the foot of the Great Wall.
They are coming with a mission...
These thirty-seven people are the most outstanding warriors from Daikin (here referred to as Houjin); they have adopted Khan’s direct command to enter the Central Plains and perform a secret mission.
This task can take a long time and can be calculated using their remaining life.
This task is also very dangerous, and it is dangerous to kill them as soon as they are revealed.
However, they did not care, they have already made up their minds to dedicate everything to this mission.
Because of their success, it may change the fate of the entire Daikin.
Of course, in this plan, Daming naturally plays the role of villain and victim...
"Bay, I have seen it, there is no one on the nearby beacon tower."
The middle-aged man who said this, wearing a very common scorpion, dressed like the Central Plains.
The "Bay Lord" who accepted his report was also about the same age and dress.
Obviously, these people are planning to "long-term lurking" in the Central Plains. Before they set off, they have already undergone rigorous training. Not only can you speak very fluent Chinese, but you can also make a detailed explanation of your own life and history... and there is basically no flaw.
"Well..." Bayou snorted and answered. "Natan, you take the lead and confirm that there is no abnormality, give us a signal."
"Yes." After Nathan got the order, he immediately acted. He retired to a few meters away from the city wall, stepping on his feet (when they had already removed the cloth on their feet), and they jumped up.
Later, he took a few feet from the wall in midair, and so on all the way to the wall, it was quite easy to come to the Great Wall.
Not long after, the companions at the bottom saw him peeping his head out and making a "follow up" gesture.
As a result, the remaining 30 people, under the leadership of Baye, climbed the wall in a similar way; for their masters, jumping on the wall is simply a piece of cake.
"Well... one is not bad." When the last person turned over the city, the Palestinians who had been silently remembering the number of scorpions pressed their voices.
In the next second, he is ready to order the jump into the wall.
Unexpectedly, suddenly...
"You, stay for a while." A man's voice came from a height.
In this sentence alone, the 37 people present were shocked, and they almost responded in the direction of the sound.
"Are you forgetting something?" Then the man said another word.
At the same time, a black-bellied object was thrown off the beacon.
With the moonlight and the remarkable eyesight, those golden warriors have already seen when things have not yet landed - it is a human head.
The head of the man landed and fell just at the foot of Natan. Although the long hair of the skull had shivered and covered half of his face, Natan saw at a glance that this was the one he bought beforehand. The total flag, it is this person... who withdrew the soldiers who should have been on the beacon tower tonight.
"Bay, this is..." Natan turned his head and wanted to remind him.
However, Baye does not seem to need his reminder, just raise one hand and signal the other party not to say anything.
"Come on...who?" After the break, Barry looked up at the beacon tower and asked such a question in a word.
He didn't plan to cover up anything, because when he saw the head of the man, he knew that the next thing he had to face was a fight.
"Oh..." After hearing this question, the people on the beacon tower also chuckled and raised their voices, screaming, "The Great Wall of the Great Wall..."
After the first sentence was finished, his figure appeared on the edge of the beacon tower.
"The millennium has been ruined..."
The second sentence sounded, and the cold moonlight just happened to shine on the weapon in the hands of the man... it was a long gun.
"Millions of soldiers are not here today..."
The third sentence was exported, and the man jumped with a gun. After half a week in the air, he went down to the beacon tower.
"Lonely guns are daring... tired dreams!"
Waiting for the last three words to export, [Tired Dreams] is already a slap in the face, proud and stand.
Although his poems are not too much work, the domineering rhetoric is true.
The warriors fixed their eyes and saw a white face (most of the players at that time, most of the players looked white and clear). The young man, dressed in a sleek black armor, stood with a gun.
Although the moonlight tonight is not bright, his armor still emits a clear glow, and the long gun in his hand is also showing an indescribable chill.
"Oh..." Bayou saw this person, first snorted, and then praised, "Good!" He paused. "A good ‘one gun and a gallbladder’!

Speaking of this, he simply raised his voice and said to his companions behind him: "Brothers! This kid is also a good man... give him a good time!"
Under his command, the dozens of Golden Warriors almost rushed out at the same instant.
The space on the wall is very narrow, so it is very difficult for many people to attack the same target...
However, these golden warriors can do it.
Their cooperation is very tacit, tacit to no words... can also be seamless.
In less than a second, the thirty-six people have been neatly scattered, divided into the middle, the air, the two wings... and they are still dying to sleep; this is undoubtedly their first time fighting on the Great Wall, but their It behaves like doing something that has been practiced countless times.
fast!
This is the first feeling of tired dreams.
Even as a player whose physical fitness has already broken through the limits of humanity, he does not dare to be shocked by the speed of these enemies.
But the most terrible thing is not speed, but the mode of action of these people...
They are not alone, but they are better than one.
This group of Golden Warriors is like a whole of thirty-six bodies, each of which is serving the whole, completely ignoring its own safety and life and death...
Their offensives are like layers of turbulence, and they are surging, even if the people who are at the forefront are pierced, swept, and even shattered by energy. The people behind will not hesitate any more – they will continue Attack until you reach your goal.
In the face of such a team, if there is not enough determination or remote means such as bows and arrows, even if you send ten times their number to fight, it is hard to say who wins and who loses...
At the moment, tired dreams can also be "single guns and gallbladders", a veritable "one husband is a close"...
In the eyes of others, this is simply a deadly situation.
Of course, tired dreams still... but it is like sinking into the water, and even dancing.
Time flies, blood is blooming.
A little bit of cold and sorrowful, heavy guns and souls.
Not a moment, thirty-six elite masters, have not been left by the film that he killed, no one is spared.
And the thirty-seventh person...the last one, was holding his eyes and looking at the sight in front of him with incredible eyes.
He really can't believe that his own brothers who are dependent on life and death... those who are one enemy and ten in the tribe will be killed by a Central Plains person in this district, and they will not be killed in an instant, and... Power.
"You... are also heroes." Tired dreams also slanted back and the gun tipped down, letting the blood on the gun drop slowly. "So, I will give you a good time."
Bayer bit his teeth and stood in resentment and shivered.
His mood at the moment, only he can understand.
Baye and his brothers of different surnames have decided to dedicate everything to this task; they can accept it if they die or fail.
But now that he can't accept this ending.
"You killed me too." Baye did not think too long, and made this request. "I have no face to face Khan, and I don't want to abandon my brothers... I live alone."
His request is reasonable. Since the task is hopeless and the resistance is futile, let the other party complete him.
"No, it's not until you die." Unexpectedly, tired dreams were rejected.
"What?" Baye looked very surprised and excited. "What do you mean? Insult me!"
Tired dreams also shook his head: "I don't kill you, because... before you die, you still have one thing to do."
Barry is cold and cold: "Hey... Do you think I will betray..."
"Wrong." Tired dreams have not waited for him to say the wrong speculation, he immediately interrupted, "I just want you to go back, go back to your Khan, and take what happened here tonight... Tell him one by one."
"You..." The expression on Ba’s face was amazed. After a little thought, he was sneer. "I understand, you think... Khan listened to the things tonight, he would be afraid, he would give up... ..."
"He loves how to think about it." The tired dream didn't let the other person finish the words. "If he is really scared, it means that the amount of the person you respect is nothing more than that..."
"Let's relax!" Ba's Chinese is very good. All kinds of idioms are also coming from Zhangkou. "If you become a king, you can insult me, but you can't humiliate me!" He paused and snorted. "Oh... you thought, killing our team... I have no one in Dajin? I tell you... a warrior ten times stronger than us... a lot like Khan’s side. Hey."
"Oh... is it?" In the face of this sentence, even the Bayer himself did not believe, the reaction of tired dreams was quite flat. "We are a master of this side, I am afraid that there is not much more than you..." He used calm The tone of voice, "I am similar to my strength, and a little bit worse than me, it is a hundred..."
He didn't say anything about this. In the entire thrilling paradise, the combat power is close to the players of this level. One hundred must be there. There is no limit to the number of people in this script. Who knows how many people come. Besides... he hasn’t put this yet. The NPC power in the script is counted.
"As for being stronger than me..." Tired dreams paused for two seconds and added, "Ah...a dozen...maybe more, after all, I have no chance to fight with so many monsters. ......"
When his voice fell, the world view of Baye had collapsed.
Fear and shock shattered his cognition. He wanted to tell himself that what he had just heard was not true. Unfortunately, tired dreams were still a bad liar. His words were true or false. People like Baye... would never Can't hear it.
"You seem to understand." Tired dreams still said, picking up the guns and picking up the rifle on his shoulder. "If I were you... I think it is necessary to bring it back. My own master knows... um... speak for it."
He does not speak as well as he can, he is just a stubborn, strong, yet self-aware person.
But today, he appears here, and it may be more appropriate than anyone else to appear here.
............
Clouds open, moonlight, night is not exhausted.
Baye has already gone back. He has a way to come. Naturally, there are ways to go back.
On the wall, tired dreams also took back the bag of weapons and took a sigh of relief.
The gun is not his only weapon. Today he has one, one shot, one stick... three kinds of soldiers.
Just tonight, here, he wants to use a gun.
So he used it.
"Oh, great..." At this moment, behind the tired dream, another person’s voice was heard. "Not only did the completion of the branch line [blocking the elite warriors sneak into the customs], even the hidden task [changing the future of the world] The history of the emperor's change has been fixed."
This person who speaks is not someone else. It is the teacher of the "Wastewood Alliance Team" at S2.
"I thought we were going to the capital to kill the emperor of the world..." Ms. Yan turned to the wall and read, "I didn't expect that I could finish it by simply leaving one hand in this branch task."
"Oh... assassination of the emperor, it is indeed a viable solution." The tired dream of completing the task was also relieved, and laughed. "I just want to try, let him go, I didn't expect it. It’s a success...
He shrugged.
Now want to come... The two tasks are being brushed out at the same time. It’s actually a pretty obvious reminder.

Teacher Yi nodded. "That... at this moment, is it almost time to enter the town?"
Tired dreams also thought: "Well... I think I can wait."

Ha?
said the teacher.
Oh, this day, the spurs have been cleared, and I still don’t go in?

"Do not worry." Tired dreams are still quite confidently replied, "The players who have not entered the town like us are certainly more than one group... It is impossible for only two of us to notice the 'order' of the two in the town. "I’m thinking about it." He thought thoughtfully, "Don’t be confused by the synopsis. The main line task doesn’t say you have to 'enter Linyi Town'. Just think about it... since we have Knowing the time and place where the 'Sword Dance Notes' appeared, it was far from the core of the event before it appeared, but it was an advantage..."