C182 (2/2)

In truth, they were the army, but they were neither the army of Youzhou who tried to assassinate Liu Yu, nor the army of Upper Valley County who tried to assassinate him, but were actually under his command.

When Qin Ming and Qin Liang escorted the Nanyang's yellow cloth to the Upper Valley County, it was already late autumn. It was already impossible for them to clear the fields, so they could only disperse and live in the counties of the Upper Valley County. It just so happened that they were in time to cause trouble for the fresh inferior s. After hearing s' request, the yellow cloth army captive s became the guard team of the Upper Valley County s.

On this day, Qin Ming brought over a dozen of his personal guards to patrol the situation of the five-kilometer-long bed. Just as he walked to the corner of the street and saw so many pedestrians, he jumped off his horse and walked slowly down the street while leading his horse.

The reason why Upper Valley County had opened the market fifty miles away from the county city was to prevent Urushion from sneaking into the county city. After interacting with the Han Chinese for a long time, the internal Urushion had learnt some of the wisdom of the Han Chinese. In the past, there had been a case where the Urushion snuck into a county city and attacked it.

”Go in and have a drink.”

Maybe because they were tired from walking, when they arrived at the door of a tavern, Qin Ming raised his hand, and the ten over people behind him followed them into the tavern. When the tavern's owner saw so many big men, he immediately smiled and bowed to invite them in.

A group of ten thousand people s had finally arrived in the midst of the snowstorm. A group of ten thousand people s seemed like demons that came out of hell as their entire bodies were covered in thick snow. From afar, they looked like piles of moving snowballs.

This was the vast mountain range of the upper valleys, from the northeast to the southwest. The peaks rose and fell, the loops were staggered, the hills were continuous, the terrain was dangerous, and they were preparing for battle. The group of Wuhuan cavalry couldn't help but slow down their pace and go through the mountain ranges.

”Phew …”

Just as he was about to walk out of the mountain pass, the leading big Urushion grabbed onto his horse reins and raised his right hand. Over ten thousand cavalrymen slowly stopped their horses behind him and stood on the mountain ridge like a pack of wild wolves, staring at the foot of the mountain with their sharp eyes.

This big sized leader was Bao Xihu, large head of the Urushion's Bo Xi Tribe. The ten thousand cavalrymen behind him were all the young and strong of his tribe. Looking down at the bazaar, it was as if he was looking at his own tribe's cattle. He could not help but let out an evil grin.

”large head, the merchants at the foot of the mountain are still doing business. No one noticed us.”

The scar-faced Urushion ran over and pointed at the merchants at the bottom of the mountain in disdain. His scimitar s had already been drawn out and his face was beginning to glow. He was as excited as a jackal seeing a group of lambs.

It was currently bustling with activity at the foot of the mountain. The merchants only had their eyes on the money, and they were still weighing the pros and cons. No one had expected that the specter of death was hovering around them and that the devil had already extended his Demon Claw towards them.

”Get ready!”

On the mountain ridge, Bao Xihu's gaze focused as he coldly scanned the market at the foot of the mountain. He slowly raised the Wolf Fanged Mace in his hand. Amidst the fluttering snowflakes, that thick mace stood impressively. He raised the horse reins in his hand and Wu Huan immediately stood up.

The eyes of the ten thousand Urushion Cavalry soldiers following closely behind him instantly shot out a wolf-like killing intent. The sound of scimitar being pulled came out one after another, and the sharp scimitar suddenly appeared in their hands. More than ten thousand riders tightened their reins, the heavy sounds of the war horses resonating resounded through the wasteland.

”Kill …”

Bao Xihu waved his spiked club and shouted loudly. The ten thousand odd Urushion Cavalry soldiers shouted in unison and followed Bao Xihu down the mountain ridge like shadows. The scimitar in their hands raised it high, its sharp blades reflecting the snow light that filled the sky as it soared a dazzling array of cold glare s.

”Wuwuwu …”

The sharp-eyed burly officer sentries immediately noticed the Urushion cavalry on the mountain ridge. Almost without thinking, he instinctively picked up the Bullhorn and blew the horn to warn them. In an instant, the low and sad sound of the horn echoed throughout the wasteland.

”Puff puff puff …”

The charging Urushion cavalry quickly rushed to the bottom of the watchtower, and a wave of dense archery rain soared to the sky. The few burly officer s on the watchtower were defenseless, and had nowhere to hide.

”Ah …”

A few burly officer s on the watchtower let out miserable cries. They struggled to pull out their Arrows s, but before they had taken a few steps, they fell down from the watchtower and stopped with a low and desolate sound of a horn.