martial arts accelerator

Chapter 171 Who
Inside the camp, Sun Changsheng once again registered today's grain.

"Twenty stones of grain, why did you write down eighteen stones?"

Suddenly a strange voice came from his ear, he turned his head abruptly, and at the same time felt a numbness in his neck, and someone pulled off his clothes immediately.

Sun Changsheng opened his mouth, but his hoarse throat could not make any sound.

The man changed his clothes and looked at himself playfully: "What, do you want to call someone?"

After saying that, he pointed to his neck again.

Sun Changsheng felt his throat loosen, and quickly mustered up all his strength and let out a loud drink.

"Come on! There are thorns"

The man pointed to the death spot again.

"Sun Changsheng, right? Just one word is enough."

Sun Changsheng was horrified to see the visitor's appearance distorted for a while, and finally turned into his own appearance, and stuffed himself under the table.

The blood gradually stagnated, and life was slowly passing away. I vaguely heard footsteps outside the tent, and a voice I was all too familiar with.

"Come on! The superior has issued an order to transfer the food and grass immediately!"

Sun Changsheng tried his best but couldn't make a sound, and his consciousness finally sank into endless silence.

Zhang Yong played the role of Sun Changsheng with ease, commanding seven people under his command to move the grain and grass hoarded in the camp to the carriage.

"Sixty stones, I have successfully completed the task."

Zhang Yong flipped through the ledger, full of ambition.

The men loaded the grain and grass into the account.

"Brother Sun, it's all installed. Where are we going to transport it?"

"Southwest, let's go! I will lead the team myself!"

After speaking, he got into the carriage in the second row and greeted the convoy to head southwest.

Along the way, sporadic congregants looked at them curiously, and when they saw the appearance of the first few people, they unconsciously moved out of the way.

The small convoy drove southwest unimpeded until a Scarface blocked the road.

"Brother Sun, where are you going for such a big battle?"

"Southwest."

Zhang Yong kept a straight face, cherishing words like gold.

Scarface leisurely walked around the convoy.

"These are all grains and fodder. Why are you transporting them to the southwest?"

Zhang Yong snorted coldly: "The order given by the superiors, the thieves are making a fuss this time, maybe they are aiming at food and grass, and you must follow the authority in a hurry, so don't block the way."

"How dare I block the way, as long as your food team doesn't go outside the camp."

Scarface looked at the convoy carefully, and then stepped aside: "Please go ahead."

After Zhang Yong's convoy had gone far, he ordered his subordinates beside him: "Send someone to ask Hall Master Zhao, who gave the order."

After saying that, he followed him from a distance.

After passing the level of Scarface, Zhang Yong's convoy encountered no obstacles and arrived at the tunnel entrance in the southwest smoothly.

A dozen or so people in yellow and white uniforms were waiting in formation, and a big bearded man at the head stopped the convoy.

"Who is coming? Sign up to come!"

Zhang Yong replied in a loud voice: "Sun Changsheng of Jitutang! Ordered to transfer food and grass!"

After speaking, he beckoned his subordinates to carry the sacks out of the car one by one.

"Come on, please give me some permission. I'll have to rely on you all to take care of me from now on."

The big bearded man looked puzzled: "Food and grass?"

After speaking, he opened a sack, only to see that there was corn in it.

After sealing the mouth of the bag, he went to the other sacks one by one, and found that they were all grains.

Although I’m not sure why this is, there’s nothing wrong with having a good relationship with the people who take care of the food.

Thinking of this, the big man called a group of his men to help carry it.

"It's been a lot of hard work, try to lean in as much as possible, right."

Zhang Yong cheerfully directed the crowd, and in a short while piled up the sacks at the entrance of the secret passage.

"Then who, do you have water here?"

One of his men quickly handed over the water bag.

Zhang Yong opened the mouth of the bag, poured water on his face, and began to rub his face.

The bearded man looked at the mountains of grain and was quite satisfied, and even joked about it.

"Brother Sun, you said it was grain and grass, but you can only see grain, not grass."

"What? We'll talk about it later."

"Is there anything else I can help you with?"

While taking off the disguise, Zhang Yong said, "You see, how about moving these into the tunnel for me later?"

"Oh, Brother Sun really knows how to joke."

The big man laughed innocently, and suddenly realized that something was wrong. He turned around and saw an unfamiliar face.

The pupils shrank suddenly, and the big man subconsciously yelled.

"All on alert!"

"Give you a hammer."

Zhang Yong punched out.

It was still evening, but the big man seemed to see the rising sun in front of his eyes, and he quickly raised his arms to protect his chest.

Unexpectedly, the opponent's fist was like a spirit snake, and the fiery red color drew a distorted and gorgeous line, followed by a burst of heart-piercing heat on his chest.

The big bearded man flew upside down in the air, and Sun Changsheng in front of him shouted in a voice completely different from before.

"Brothers in the tunnel! Come out to collect food!"

"Bang Dang!" With a sound, the authentic iron gate was opened, and a group of people filed out from it. The leader was Li Shenxing, an old acquaintance.

The few people transporting food were stunned by the sudden change, but the people guarding the entrance of the cave reacted and blocked the offensive from the opposite side.

In the distance, Scarface let out a long roar, and the man and the sword merged into one, like a comet, dragging a long force into the field.

"Quick fight."

Zhang Yong calmly gave instructions and punched him.

The real power was handed over, the scarred face changed from vicious to terrified, and the vigor changed from bright to dim.

In the end, the menacing comet was swallowed up by the sea of ​​flames without causing any waves.

On the other side, under the leadership of Li Shenxing, the enemy also retreated in a row. When Zhang Yong turned around and joined the battle group, relying on his top lightness kung fu, he wiped out the remnants in two or three strokes.

Li Shenxing put away his weapon, looked at the pile of grain piled up in admiration: "Wow! Zhang Yong, where did you get so much grain?"

"Stop rambling, hurry up and get into the passage, there will be people coming from the opposite side soon."

Zhang Yong noticed the change in Scar's face early in the morning, and knew that the other side would react in a short time.

Li Shenxing put away his frivolity, and quickly ordered the congregation to throw the sacks down the secret passage one by one.

Everyone is armed with martial arts, and their skills are sharp, and they are about to finish their work.

Zhang Yong's heart trembled suddenly, and he looked towards the northeast.

The wind stops and the dust disappears, and everything is silent.

The people and things around me quickly dissipate,
The pale moon is hidden in the clouds, and the setting sun bows its head.

There are only curling figures left between heaven and earth, from far to near.

The face becomes more and more refined,

Eyes contain autumn water, lips open spring waves.

The soft voice came to Zhang Yong's ears, but it was like howling wind and thunder.

No one else, just because Zhang Yong recognized this person.

Shi Ruo looked worried and doubtful, his beautiful eyes trembling slightly.

"You're not dead yet?"

Zhang Yong took a deep breath and stopped in front of everyone.

"If that old monster Xiao Tianruo is still alive, I wouldn't dare to die first."

Worry and doubt suddenly go away, and anger comes.

When the plain hand is raised lightly, the wind and clouds are surging, and everything is shocked.

　It's past twelve o'clock, let's just count it as yesterday. Fortunately, I didn't have perfect attendance or anything.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)