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Chapter 289 Burning Ships and Killing Cats, How Can They Forgive!

Renfengfang.

This square is just to the east of Nanshi, and Li Yan first visited the house here based on the principle of proximity.

This house was given to Gong Siye by the Xiao Chamber of Commerce five years ago, and it is located in the northeast of Fang City.

It was almost curfew time at this time, and people on the street were walking back one after another. The vendors in the shops in the square were full of anticipation, ready to cheer up inside.

Compared with the lively scene, the alley where Li Yan came was very deserted. He parked the Lion Cong on the side of the street and looked at the target house: "Wait for me here, I will come as soon as I go."

Lion Cong hissed softly, his mood was calm, and he believed very much that the master would come and go as soon as he would.

Li Yan listened to all directions, chose a good location, turned his body into the courtyard.

Landing silently, he glanced, this is the backyard garden.

Flowers withered and weeds grew, but there were still lights in the house not far away.

Obviously, it's not that no one lives here, but that the people who live here don't have the mind to take care of the garden at all.

Li Yan walked towards the direction of the lights.

Soon, four clear breathing sounds came to the ears, and after a while, there was another voice of speaking.

But Li Yan frowned.

Because what is spoken in it is neither Tang dialect nor Tubo Tibetan.

Li Yan listened intently for a moment, and felt that it was probably not Turkic either.

Because Liangzhou has a lot of miscellaneous people, including many Turkic people, Li Yan has heard a lot, so he can roughly distinguish them, and at least understand a few words.

But the language in it has never been heard before, and some syllables are similar to Chinese, but it is specious.

He thought for a while, walked around half a circle, walked to the window from the other side, and looked inside.

I saw four people sitting at a table with flat faces, round heads, narrow eyes, robes tied upside down on their chests, and hat brims embroidered with colorful silk.

Seeing this appearance, Li Yan suddenly realized: "Goguryeo people? It turns out that they speak ancient Korean..."

However, from the language alone, it is really impossible to assert that these four people are Goguryeo subjugated slaves.

It may also be Baekje adherents, or Silla people.

At this time in history, Silla has begun to be dishonest. The reason is very simple. Datang lost to Tubo, and it is no longer the invincible and invincible power.

But now Tubo's arrogance has been suppressed again, and Tuyuhun regained a foothold on the plateau under the protection of Tang Dynasty, and Silla immediately became obedient, as good as a great-grandson.

Therefore, Li Yan prefers the people inside, who are survivors of Goguryeo and Baekje, two countries that have perished.

This is the edge of the mansion, he turned around and prepared to leave without further delay.

However, at this moment, one of them's voice became high-pitched, he took out something from his waist, shook it flauntingly, and then screamed wildly.

Li Yan's footsteps stopped immediately: "Shen Ce Crossbow?"

How sharp his eyes were, he could clearly see the specially made crossbow just by sweeping his eyes.

It is exactly the same as the Shence Crossbow that Cheng Wuzhong handed him to check in the stockade.

And the bows and crossbows in the Tang Dynasty are not equipped much, only the Beiya Baiqi, because of their special status, they can be taken out of the palace. Other forbidden soldiers may be able to contact them in the palace city, but they must be strictly searched when they leave the palace. Not even a crossbow arrow is allowed to be taken out.

Such a crossbow actually appeared on a person who spoke Korean, Li Yan didn't say much, and rushed in.

The vigilance of the four of them was also extremely high. Almost the moment Li Yan appeared in the room, they reached out to touch the saber at their waists.

But the speed of shooting Sirius was extremely fast. Li Yan easily crossed a distance of ten meters with lightning speed, grabbed the heads of two people, slammed them in the middle, and then kicked with one foot, hitting the third one. personal chin.

The three of them didn't even have time to scream, they all fell to the ground and passed out, only the man holding the magic crossbow was left, screaming and shooting an arrow.

Li Yan turned his upper body slightly, retracted his feet, took a step forward in a leisurely stroll, and pinched his neck like a bag with his five fingers like a mountain.

The shence crossbow fell to the ground, and the man's body was lifted up directly. He wanted to resist, but he couldn't lift up any strength at all. He could only hear a cold voice: "Are you a survivor of Goguryeo?"

After asking, the man felt his palms loosen slightly, giving him room to speak, but he was filled with deep hatred, and he was about to spit out when he opened his mouth.

"Crack!"

Li Yan broke his neck without hesitation, lifted the unconscious second person on the ground, and began to question.

"Crack!" "Crack!"

This kind of interrogation method, Qiu Shenji would shake his head when he saw it.

But at this moment, Li Yan really didn't have time to ask slowly.

Fortunately, being simple and rude also has the effect of being simple and rude.

The last one who woke up heard this question and looked at the corpses of the three companions. He was scared out of his wits and replied repeatedly: "I am from Korea! I am from Korea!"

According to the official official statement in history, it is indeed called Goryeo. Li Yan is used to calling Goguryeo, which is the habit of later generations. It must be distinguished from another Goryeo, otherwise it will be easy to confuse.

Now the focus is not on the word difference, the key is that there is no Goryeo now, Li Yan squeezed his fingers slightly: "Goryo was destroyed by the Tang Dynasty long ago, how dare the subjugated slaves call themselves Goryeo? Who are you?"

The Goguryeo survivors showed hatred in their eyes, but they were overwhelmed by fear. They nodded repeatedly: "I am a Goryeo survivor! I am a Goryeo survivor!"

Li Yan asked: "What's your name? How did you get here? Who gave you this crossbow?"

The psychological defense of the survivors of Goguryeo was breached, and they all confessed: "I don't have a name, and others call me a slave. They and I are slaves who have been sold. This crossbow is a reward for those who have meritorious service."

Li Yan squeezed his body, and continued to ask: "You are full of energy and blood, and your strength is not weak. You are obviously a slave of the survivors, but you have such abilities. After being instructed, you practice strength here all day long?"

Xiannu really didn't understand what it was called to be wiped out in a single face-to-face, but it was this inhuman terrifying strength that made him feel fear in his heart, and said in a trembling voice: "Yes, we have been practicing martial arts here for several years. years."

Li Yan looked at the first survivor of Goguryeo who died: "He showed off this crossbow just now, didn't he get it not long ago? What credit did he make to get such a reward?"

Xian Nu said: "He is willing to take the kerosene to burn the boat!"

Kerosene is the same as stone lacquer. They are both a name for oil in the ancients. Li Yan's face suddenly sank: "Where is the kerosene?"

Xian Nu said: "It seems to be hidden in the cellar, I don't know where it is."

Li Yan asked: "What does the person who instructs you practice Kung Fu look like?"

Xian Nu said in a low voice: "He is also a survivor of Goryeo. He is tall and short, and his appearance is very ordinary."

Li Yan finally asked: "Other than that, what else do you know?"

Xian Nu thought for a while, and was startled, begging: "Forgive me! Forgive me!"

Li Yan shook his head: "You thieves want to burn the ship every now and then. You have already broken through my bottom line. I will give you another piece of advice. If Goryeo dies, you must speak Tang dialect!"

"Crack!"

Xian Nu's body fell down, Li Yan picked up the Shence Crossbow, pinned it on his waist, and walked all the way to the front yard.

Along the way, he found another group of Turks.

Of course, under the same treatment, we still have to call the Turkic adherents, after all, the Eastern and Western Turks are dead now.

After cutting the throats of several Turkic people with a chain knife, Li Yan did the same, leaving behind the most timid one to ask questions: "Where is the kerosene for burning the ship?"

The Turkic survivors said in stumbling Tang dialect: "It's in the front yard. It was originally hidden in the cellar. It was just moved out yesterday, and it was said that it was going to be done."

Li Yan asked again: "What does the person who teaches you the exercises look like?"

The Turkic adherent said proudly: "That is an old Turkic man with powerful skills!"

Li Yan broke his neck: "If the Turks die, they will speak Tang dialect."

Going further, he even found several well-trained Kunlun slaves.

It automatically blends into the night, but the sound of breathing cannot be covered up.

These words were completely unintelligible, and he couldn't even speak the Tang dialect. Li Yan reached the front yard without stopping.

The front yard often represents the facade of the owner, such as the prime minister's mansion, and there are even polo matches held in the front yard.

To play polo, not only a wide field is enough, but loess is also used to tamp it inch by inch to ensure that the ground is smooth, and then pour oil on the field repeatedly until it is as bright as a mirror.

And now, there's a lot of oil here, it's just in cans and in the center.

Before the person arrived, he could smell the strange smell of oil in his nose, and his expression became serious.

The natural phenomenon of oil has long been understood by the ancients. It was initially used in the Han Dynasty. In the Southern and Northern Dynasties, oil was actually used in battle. For example, more than a hundred years ago, there was an example of oil helping to defend the city:

The Turks besieged Jiuquan, took fat (petroleum) and set fire to it, and burned their attack tools. The water became brighter, and Jiuquan relied on it for relief.

Presumably the Turkic people were extremely frightened when they found that the siege equipment was on fire but could not be put out with water. After their mental breakdown, they naturally retreated.

However, on the folk side, even in the Sui and Tang Dynasties, oil had little effect, and the stone candles made were not popular and belonged to local specialties. Therefore, unless they were mined locally, ordinary people in other places would not understand. Officials obviously don't know how powerful this thing is.

Li Yan looked at the oil piled up in the courtyard, but he knew very well that if this was really ignited and burned on Luoshui, the ship would be destroyed.

Apparently, the culprits found out that after they checked the safety hazards in Beishi, they planned to do nothing but set fire to the boat!

Li Yan moved his hands more ruthlessly than them, took off the magic crossbow at his waist, and aimed directly at a leader who was guarding Youyou.

"Whoosh!"

The moment the crossbow arrow flew out, his whole body also rushed out.

When the crossbow accurately hit the leader's throat, the light of the chain knife shone brightly, and at the same time cut off the torch in the watchman's hand.

"Enemy attack!!"

When the fire was extinguished, the surroundings were plunged into darkness, and the light from outside could be seen indistinctly. Everyone could only vaguely see the light of the knife like a waterfall in front of their eyes, and there were countless terrifying voices pouring into their ears.

The sound of weapons breaking!The sound of cloth being torn!The sound of blood splashing!The sound of a dead body falling to the ground—

The sounds entered the ears, and finally they all converged into screams, bringing life into the embrace of death.

When the chain knife with the blood removed was put back into the sheath, Li Yan reached out and grabbed the last thief.

The thief begged for mercy in standard Tang dialect: "Forgive me! Forgive me!"

Li Yan stared at him: "You not only want to burn the boat, but also kill the cat, right?"

Thief: "???"

"Crack!!"

(End of this chapter)