Chapter 463 Bodyguard

In the mountains, a medium-sized caravan was moving slowly.

The packhorses dragged the loaded wooden carts, and the wooden wheels rolled through the dust, leaving two ruts.

A middle-aged guard named Yang Er was riding on a horse, staring at the gloomy mountain forest. His palm covered with long scars subconsciously touched the handle of the horizontal knife on his waist.

In peacetime, it would be easier to be a caravan escort and bodyguard - most of the green forest bandits who have become famous still follow the rules of the world, and have unwritten and unwritten rules that they abide by in common with the government and the bodyguard bureau.

When a bodyguard meets a "hero" in the green forest, he will introduce himself to his family and send a small gift, so that he can pass through the dangerous mountain passes and protect his host's wealth.

However, the world was difficult and chaotic, and the government was busy suppressing rebellions and was unable to take care of the bandits in remote areas.

To make matters worse, military disasters occurred all over the place, and floods, droughts, and locust plagues continued, leaving a large number of refugees with nowhere to go.

Some bandits took the opportunity to gather the young people among the refugees and gathered in the mountains and forests with great momentum.

These people don't follow the rules.

Yang Er slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, feeling faintly that the scar on the back of his hand began to tingle and tingle again.

Suddenly, the sound of snapping vegetation and trampling could be heard in the mountains on both sides, and dozens of longing figures poured down from the mountains.

Encountered bandits.

The stewards, grooms, and salesmen in the caravan looked pale, and they were fighting.

The packhorse also seemed to feel something and neighed uneasily.

Yang Er's expression suddenly changed, he raised his two fingers and blew a sharp whistle,

The other nine caravan guards immediately took off their bows and arrows from their backs, and looked at the mountains and forests on both sides with tense faces.

The enemy is in darkness and we are in the clear. In fact, the bandits on the mountains on both sides can easily destroy these unarmored bodyguards with just a few waves of arrows.

The reason why no arrows were fired may be that the other party took a fancy to the tall horses ridden by the bodyguards.

Yang Er stabilized his mind and shouted loudly: "Not only are those on the mountain who are the heroes? I am an opera singer from the Pingyuan Escort Bureau in Wengzhou, Lu County. Today we have arrived at the precious place. I am meeting all my friends for the first time. I am in a hurry and I can't be polite. Please let me know, brother." I will prepare for a few days, and I will carry heavy gifts and bow to the mountain gate to apologize for my sins."

Several bandits on horseback came up the mountain road ahead. The leader was a short and stocky man with sinister eyebrows, wearing a tattered leather armor and holding a machete in his hand. He had a high and broad forehead, sparse and messy teeth, and blood-red eyes that stood out like fish.

The short and stocky man stared straight at Yang Er, waved his hand, raised the machete, spit thick phlegm on the ground, and said fiercely: "I'm sorry, I won't accept your trick.

Or, drop your weapons and keep all your valuables,

Or, die. "

"..."

Yang Er glanced at the shivering and bewildered caravan stewards, and secretly gritted his teeth. There were only ten of them as guards for this caravan, and the others were ordinary people who had never held weapons.

There are at least thirty bandits on the mountains on both sides.

Even if he dropped the weapon as the other party said, I'm afraid he would still be dead in the end.

No one said anything, and the scene fell silent for a while.

Yang Er vaguely saw that there was an arm hanging on the side of the horse that the short man was riding.

Human, roasted arm.

Horse hooves trampled the ground, Yang Er tightened his grip on the handle of the horizontal sword, and several guards silently drew the bow string.

"Hmph, if you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with a drink."

The stocky bandit licked his dry and cracked lips, revealing the two rows of teeth whose gums were about to be corroded and blackened. He swung the machete in his hand and said, "Go!"

This shout seemed to trigger some kind of signal, and dozens of wooden arrows that were so crude that they didn't even have feathers were shot out from the forest.

Although the formation was fragmented, due to the high terrain, it still had enough lethality to take away lives.

The wooden arrows fell with a "dong-dong-dong" sound. Fortunately, the frightened caravan, horsemen, and salesmen took the opportunity to get under the cart.

A wave of arrows came down, only injuring two or three pack horses.

Yang Er no longer hesitated, drew the long bow to full string, and shot an arrow at the short and stocky man.

Clusters of iron arrows caught the wind and pierced the sky,

Seeing that the arrow feathers were about to penetrate the simple leather armor worn by the opponent, penetrate the flesh and blood body, and take away the life,

Yang Er saw that the corners of the short and stocky man's mouth were raised into a ferocious smile.

The arrow clusters cut through the broken leather armor and touched the skin,

But there was a collision sound of "Zheng!", and all the kinetic energy was instantly taken away, and he fell to the ground slumped.

It seemed as if the arrow hit not a human body, but a bronze bell and tripod.

? !

Yang Er's eyes widened, and he didn't have time to think about why the other party could ignore the arrows.

The body has been driven by instinct, and the cold knife slaps the horse's belly, urging the horse to gallop forward.

The whole person rushed towards the short and sturdy bandit with the momentum of a charge. The long knife in his hand was raised high, and he was about to chop off the head of the bandit!

"Zheng!"

The sound of gold and iron interlacing sounded again, and Yang Er, who was still charging forward with his horse, felt a light touch on his hand and looked back.

The blade reflecting the light was spinning in mid-air, and the horizontal blade made of solid iron had broken apart, leaving only the handle.

As for the stocky bandit, he was able to sit upright on his horse and reached out to touch the neck that had just been scratched by a sharp blade.

On the dark neck that had not been cleaned for a long time, there was only an undetectable white mark left, which disappeared with a gentle rub.

"hey-hey."

The bandit smiled softly, ignoring the shouts of fighting around him, and looked down at the roasted arms placed on the side of the horse's back, "This indestructible golden body spell gifted by Master White Lotus is really easy to use..."

A few months ago, the bandit Hu Wan was just a prisoner who had committed a crime and was about to be exiled to the border.

A plague ravaging the state,

He killed countless dignitaries and common people in Guizhou without discrimination.

He also killed the two government officials who escorted him.

Let him take the opportunity to escape from the forest and roar together.

One day, two beautiful young women in white dresses rode white horses slowly through the mountains and forests.

As a mountain bandit, Hu Wan could not control himself when he saw that he was hunting.

They immediately gathered a crowd and went down the mountain, intent on capturing the two women.

Unexpectedly, the two women regarded the bandits as if they were nothing. With a wave of their long sleeves, they threw out countless golden needles and penetrated the heads of the bandits who were surrounding them with evil smiles.

Just when Hu Wan thought he was going to be killed by the golden needle hidden weapon,

However, the other party spared his life and claimed that she was the maidservant of White Lotus and came to save Hu Wan.

The so-called salvation is to reward a volume of Dharma scriptures with rich pictures and texts.

According to the scriptures, as long as you practice this method, you will be invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire, just like the indestructible golden body of Buddhism.

One of the main ways to practice is to eat the same kind of food.

Ah,

Thinking of this, Hu Wan couldn't help but feel a little funny.

Floods, droughts, and locust plagues have been going on all over the world for several years.

There are countless places where bones are exposed in the wild, and there are no roosters crowing for hundreds of miles.

I don’t know how many people live in exile in other places, chewing tree bark, eating grass roots, and even selling their children to survive and exchanging their children for food.

It's just cannibalism.

Hu Wan had already seen, tried, and even tasted it carefully when he was a refugee...

My thoughts are dragged back to reality,

Hu Wan, who was confident that his body was indestructible, slowly raised his head and realized belatedly,

The surrounding shouts of killing subsided at some point.

No more arrows were dropped on the mountains on both sides.

On the narrow mountain road, only the helpless bandits holding machetes, the guards, and the caravan members huddled under the wooden carts were left.

A deathly silence enveloped the mountain forest. It was still an afternoon when the sun was still high, but there was an unusually cold atmosphere spreading.

A young man wearing a black robe walked slowly down the mountain.