Duan Xu's thousand-layer paper broke another layer, and the broken layer clearly had the three words "bone shrinking skill" written on it. This kind of martial arts needs to be practiced from childhood, day after day, bending every inch of your bones to the limit, which is a painful martial arts. For example, Mr. Fifteen just now, he was taller than Lin Jun but was able to disguise himself as Lin Jun, probably also used the bone shrinking skill.
Duan Xu walked to the window, opened the curtains, looked around, and said, "The Sword of Delusion Breaking is in that person's hand."
When he was tied up, his weapons were confiscated, and the Sword of Breaking Delusion was in the hands of a guard outside. Duan Xu pulled out a piece of soft iron wire from his hair crown, wrapped it around his palm twice, and smiled at He Simu, "It's almost night, and the show should end."
This person is best at doing unexpected things, and none of his steps are the same as those of ordinary people. Normally, a shrewd person should be calm and composed, but this Duan Xu is very good at expressing his feelings, yet he is still shrewd.
He Simu looked at Duan Xu for a while, then said leisurely: "Then I, the spectator in the front row, will wait and see."
The sun soon set and the night was dark. Firecrackers were heard from the not-so-distant Shuozhou City. The noisy and warm atmosphere spread through the thick city walls and the camp gates into the camp. Obviously, the people of Shuozhou City did not know that their general was trapped in the enemy camp at this moment, with only an evil ghost as his companion. They only wanted to welcome a new year with good weather, no diseases or disasters.
The Huqi people did not celebrate the New Year. A soldier came in through the door curtain to bring food to Duan Xu. He had a Huqi braid like Shiwuyi. He glanced at Duan Xu who was neatly tied up and perfunctorily put the food on the ground.
Duan Xu laughed and said in Huqi language: "Brother, how can I eat it if you leave it here?"
The soldier obviously didn't expect Duan Xu to speak Huqi. When he raised his head in confusion, Duan Xu was no longer on the rack. A piece of soft steel wire was wrapped around his neck and suddenly tightened. He fell down before he could make a sound.
Duan Xu stood behind him, tightening the steel in his hand without mercy until his man suffocated to death.
He held up the man's body and quickly exchanged outer clothes with the Huqi soldiers. Duan Xu untied his neatly tied hair and flexibly ran his fingers through it for a while, and then he also looked like a Huqi with braided hair.
This hair-braiding skill seems to be very skilled.
He Simu watched from the side with his arms folded.
Duan Xu tied the man to the rack and considerately tied his hair up and put on a crown and hairpin for him. After he finished cleaning up, he patted his shoulder and said, "I'm sorry."
Then Duan Xu, who had changed his appearance and looked completely like a Huqi people, put on his helmet and walked out of the tent, but was stopped by two guards at the door.
The night was dark, with no stars or moon, and the torchlight could not illuminate a person's face clearly. The guard asked, "Password."
It seems that they still care about it a little bit.
Duan Xu sighed softly and said, "What a pity."
Almost at the moment the words were spoken, he had unsheathed the knife he had just found from the soldier who delivered the meal, and he rushed around the camp like a gust of swift black wind. Before anyone could even call for help, the camp guards fell to the ground one after another, blood splattered three feet away, and their throats were cut.
Duan Xu completed all this silently, and then took back his Delusion-Breaking Sword from one of the guards. He threw away the heavy long sword in his hand, tied the Delusion-Breaking Sword around his waist, and smiled at He Simu with his mouth: "We will be discovered soon, let's go."
His behavior was as if he was a naughty kid who accidentally set off firecrackers and blew up the chicken coop during the New Year, and then ran away after doing something bad - there was absolutely no sense of solemnity of killing anyone.
He Simu narrowed her eyes slightly, sitting on her lamp pole and floating beside Duan Xu. Seeing him moving silently between the tents like a cat, countless people fell to the ground silently wherever he passed. He was used to killing people with one sword and supporting them before they fell to the ground, so that they landed quietly. This was a very skilled assassination method, and he did it cleanly and neatly.
Someone had already discovered that the prisoner had escaped and was killing people everywhere. A noisy voice was heard, and the soldiers shouted "The man ran away!" "Where?" "This way... No, over there!"
Duan Xu's route was very strange, sometimes east, sometimes west, back and forth, making the Huqi people confused and not knowing where he was going, let alone how many people were killing people. Some people even shouted that hundreds of Daliang people had attacked the military camp. Duan Xu was not bothered by the chaos, and shouted in panic in Huqi language, "Han people are pretending to be us!" This voice spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred. The Huqi people holding knives and fire began to suspect each other if they were spies.
Duan Xu was like a wolf in sheep's clothing that had mixed into the flock of sheep. He followed their shouts and then started killing people in a place with few people. He took detours and disrupted the Huqi army camp by himself, and took advantage of their confusion to get to the weapons depot. He was seen holding a barrel of tung oil in one hand and pouring it on the siege chariot, and then subdued a horse that was running wild in the chaos outside and tied it to the chariot.
Duan Xu lit the chariot on fire, and the horses neighed wildly when they felt the heat, ran out of the tents and rushed around, setting the tents on fire. Unfortunately, an east wind blew tonight, and the fire spread rapidly with the wind, and the originally chaotic Danzhi army camp became even more chaotic.
He Simu looked at this scene and suddenly remembered that Duan Xu had asked her about half a month ago when the east wind would blow at night.
Everything that has happened today so far was planned by him.
After burning the armory, Duan Xu rushed to the nearby camp without stopping and rushed in. The guards at the door tried to stop him but he slipped past them like a loach. As soon as he lifted the door curtain, he shouted, "General, the armory is on fire! The Han people set it on fire!"
He Simu looked over and saw that the commander of the Hulan Army, Awoqi, was hurriedly putting on his armor in the middle of the tent. Beside him were many Danzhi guards officers, all with black braids. Perhaps because the situation was too chaotic and Duan Xu's Huqi language was too authentic, he was only scolded a few times before he saw Awoqi hurriedly walking towards him, holding his helmet and cursing a few swear words in Huqi language.
When he passed by Duan Xu, Duan Xu smiled slightly, and his two swords flashed with cold light. The guards around Avolchi were no ordinary people, and they immediately rushed up to pounce on Duan Xu, but how could they compare to Duan Xu's inhuman speed? Duan Xu turned around to avoid it, and at the same time, his two swords slashed at the left and right sides at the same time, and the movement was so fast that only the shadow could be seen, and Avolchi's head with eyes wide open fell to the ground like tofu.
He was also a famous general of Danzhi. How could he have expected that he would capsize in the ditch and die at the hands of this kid who was less than 20 years old.
The guard's sword also cut Duan Xu's shoulder. Combined with the last wound, he was evenly wounded. Duan Xu used his right sword to block the guard, and with his left sword, he picked up the head on the ground and tied it around his waist. As soon as he made this high-profile assassination, a large number of Danzhi soldiers rushed over and surrounded Duan Xu. Duan Xu was frightened and no one stepped forward for a while.
Duan Xu held the sword in both hands, and leisurely swung the sword in his hand, and smiled faintly: "Wow, there are so many corpses."
He said this in Chinese, and probably among the people in the camp, only He Simu could understand it.
Duan Xu took a step back with his left leg, and then rushed into the middle of the soldiers. His attire was so much like that of a Huqie that it dazzled the soldiers surrounding him. That was not enough. Duan Xu lit up the lights while killing people, and in a flash, all four lights in the tent were extinguished. The entire tent was pitch black, with only the sound of people screaming and falling to the ground. The archers who came after were dumbfounded and didn't know who to shoot. They quickly asked people to hold torches, but those holding torches couldn't squeeze in, and could only illuminate a chaotic black.
In this chaos, He Simu leisurely walked around the general's camp. Danzhi set up many tents outside the city, each of which looked exactly the same, and it was impossible to tell which one was the general's camp. How did Duan Xu know that Avolzi lived here
As she was walking, she suddenly kicked a plate. She leaned over and saw that there were several red-tailed fish on the porcelain plate, one of which had been eaten halfway. He Simu looked around and saw a shivering blue-eyed white cat in the corner. This kind of cat was very precious, and seemed to be a breed from the Western Regions. Only someone of Avolzi's status could afford to raise one and bring it to the front line.
He Simu thought about it and thought, so that's how it is.
Duan Xu should have known that Avolci was a cat lover who never forgot to bring his pets with him to the battlefield, and only fed them with small red-tailed fish. So when she told Duan Xu on the city wall that day that she saw a soldier carrying a red-tailed fish into this tent, he knew that this was the Hulan Army's camp, where Avolci was.
When He Simu looked up again, Duan Xu had disappeared. The camp, illuminated by the fire again, was filled with corpses. Almost every one of them had their throats cut. They died in very regular ways, but blood was gushing everywhere.
Just before Duan Xu started killing, didn’t he say - there are so many corpses
He Simu smiled softly and murmured, "Arrogant boy."
She rode the Ghost King Lantern out of the tent, and soon found the young general with the most beautiful skull. The Hulan military camp was in chaos. The soldiers suspected that the enemy was a Han Chinese. The weapons depot was burned, the chariots with fire were running around and burning, and the commander was dead. It was like a hot oil pan with water spilled, and oil was splattered everywhere. Duan Xu ran at an astonishing speed. He ran to the horse fence at the edge of the tent and grabbed a war horse. He jumped on the horse and galloped away.
Although some people tried to stop him, they were in vain. Many of them were shot to death by the gun that Duan Xu had taken from some unlucky guy, and they watched him run further and further away.
—This guy who made a big scene and then just walked away.
Among all the people alive in this world, there is probably no one with better skills than him.
He Simu floated to his side and asked calmly, "Arsenal?"
"Avolzi is accustomed to placing the armory next to his camp." Duan Xu explained briefly.
"You are really born with a good body."
Duan Xu laughed out loud, and he said with great interest: "The last time I said this was from my master. He always thought that I was smart and would become a great man, so he treated me very well. Although he made me start killing people when I was seven, and I killed all my peers when I was fourteen. But at least I deceived him and survived by virtue of his favoritism."
He Simu was stunned for a moment, his eyes darkened slightly.
In the light of the fire, Duan Xu had multiple injuries on his body, and his handsome and well-defined face was stained with blood, whether it was his or someone else's. But his eyes were very bright, as if he was talking about something interesting, and he was too cheerful.
In the past, although he always had a smile in his eyes and looked careless and unconcerned, there was always a sharp light in the depths of his eyes. But at this moment, that light had a tendency to disperse.
He was not normally happy.
"What's wrong with you? Are you still awake?" He Simu said coldly.
If it were anyone else, how could they not ask a person who could easily disrupt the enemy camp and assassinate the commander - Are you still awake
Duan Xu seemed stunned.
Suddenly, two arrows flew through the air. Duan Xu dodged the first one, but the second one hit the horse's leg. The horse neighed and fell to the ground. Duan Xu jumped off it, rolled on the ground and stood up, looking at the man on the horse not far away who was looking at him with a bow.
The Danzhi army camp was unable to react in time and failed to catch up with Duan Xu, but at least someone did.
God knows fifteen.
Shiwu pursed his lips tightly, and a raging rage finally spread in his cold eyes. He pointed his mouth at Duan Xu and said through gritted teeth: "Duan Xu! Who are you? What have you done?"
Duan Xu was silent for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter. He stroked his forehead with a smile on his face, and said, "God knows that the man who came out could fight one against a hundred and take the head of a general among thousands of troops. Isn't this normal? Fifteenth Senior Brother?"
Fireworks celebrating the New Year rose from the city of Shuozhou and bloomed brilliantly in the sky, illuminating the dark night with colorful lights and the shock on Shiwu's face.
"Brother, you have the wrong person. Han Lingqiu is not seventeen. He was supposed to die because he lost to me in the meditation test."
Duan Xu pointed at himself and said leisurely: "I am the real Seventeen."