My Chinese ancestors

Chapter 33 starts with these 500 people (compensation plus 44 updates)

In the grave mound, in the military camp of 500 people, murderous intent spread. A brand new flag with the word "Xiliang" written on it was hung on the flagpole, ringing in the mountain wind.

There were only three war horses in the camp, and the scouts carrying swords and bows rushed out of the camp gate and ran wildly toward the northeast.In the school grounds, the five hundred soldiers gathered on the high platform. Dong Zhuo raised his hand and sat down in unison.

He quickly checked his leather armor, buckler, steel knife, and a yellow cloth belt, and then with a whistle, he stood up, lined up, and walked out of the military camp silently.

In the dusk of the west slope, Su Chen put on his armor and mounted his horse, walking side by side with Dong Zhuo. Looking at the 500 people walking out of the military camp, he was still a little worried.

"Dong Gong, can you really kill him in less than a month?"

"Hmph, only those who have seen blood can be called soldiers, and those who have survived can be called elites." Dong Zhuo stroked the swaying mane of his war horse, "500 people are enough to defeat two hundred. Although a group of believers have martial arts skills, they can't form a formation. It’s nothing to worry about... The Qiang people I fought back then were much better than the wandering soldiers. They were hunters in the mountains, wolves galloping in the forest."

Dong Zhuo turned his head, looked at Su Chen, grinned, and clenched his fist hard: "You're not going to be defeated by me."

The dim yellow light came over, and the sound of horse hooves could be heard in the distance approaching from far away.

Zhu Gongdao glanced at him and urged his horse to come closer: "Brother Zhang Jiao is here."

Upon hearing this name, Dong Zhuo, who had been grinning just now, suddenly turned serious. He held the reins in one hand and pressed the hilt of the knife with the other. He looked at the three cavalry coming from a distance and whispered: "Did Changsheng call them here?"

"Just in case, after all, the title of Taiping Dao must be accompanied by a great virtuous master to make it appear realistic." Su Chen replied, then urged the horse to meet the three cavalry who came over, smiled and raised his hands: " A great teacher."

"Third Young Master, long time no see!"

Nearly a month later, Zhang Jiao's complexion was more energetic than when he first arrived, and the red stripe between his eyebrows and forehead became brighter and brighter between his disheveled hair.

He met Su Chen and his eyes immediately fell on Dong Zhuo. After all, people who practice Taoism do not have much anger after rebirth. Zhang Jiao smiled and raised his hands: "General Dong, you are well."

Zhang Jiao fought with Dong Zhuo once. At that time, Dong Zhuo was just a lieutenant general, so it was not an exaggeration to call him a general.

"Yes." Dong Zhuo responded softly. Seeing that Zhang Liang and Zhang Bao had bad eyesight, he didn't want to be upset, so he said "Let's meet at the front" and left with a whip.

"So, I'll have to trouble the three of you later."

In the fading glow, Su Chen whispered to them.

……

The skylight falls on the top of the mountain, and among the lush forests, a blue-white moonlight covers the night. The hazy and eerie light illuminates the undulating mountains, like winding giant beasts.

Occasionally, firelight flickers in the woods, and patrolling figures walk along familiar paths.

There was a rustling sound, and there was the cry of a night owl in the distance. The three people walking around held torches and looked towards the moving bushes, showing doubts in their eyes.

There were footsteps walking behind them. The three of them slowly approached. The sharp dagger pressed against their necks. For a moment, the approaching figures covered the mouths and noses of the three patrolling people. They pulled the dagger sharply, and blood spattered on the nearby trees. .

The body was quickly dragged into the bushes, and someone picked up the torch and continued walking, blowing a bird's song.

……

Under the blue-white moonlight, a wooden village stands, surrounded by several wooden buildings, and dozens of thatched huts a little further away against the fence. At this time, the village is crowded with people, and they are surrounding a square altar made of rocks in the middle of the village. The priests wearing feathered wreaths and colorful silk robes were sobbing and shouting in the soft moonlight.

This is the moon worship ceremony of the Aragami Sect.

On the two-foot-high stone platform, the priest waved his hands and chanted in strange steps. There was a stone bed next to it, on which a girl in a white robe had her hands and feet tied, and her family members were kneeling. Under the altar, chanting along with the sacrificial words.

There was a large group of villagers around, their expressions were numb or excited. According to the religious tradition, this girl's pure heart was going to be dedicated to Huang Yue.However, one of the teenagers covered his mouth and cried silently.

The girl on the stone bed was someone he had liked for a long time.

On the three-story wooden building behind the sacrificial altar, the altar owner Fang Sijie stood behind the wooden railing, watching the sacrifice quietly, with a token named 'Desolate Moon' spinning around on his fingertips.

"The grand master sent an order to the leader, asking us to continue looking for "The Picture of the General's Night Banquet" and pass Su Congfang's head along the way."

There was also a master of the branching altar behind him, looking at the bright moon in the night sky, "The branching altar in Yunqi County has been taken away. I don't know what to do in other places. I'm afraid it will be a bit difficult to deal with here. There are basically no good experts who can be sent out. Yang Yun recovered from his injuries and took the elixir given by the altar master. There has been no news for more than half a month. Could it be that he has been..." "Even if something unexpected happens, his Flying Night Magic is enough to escape the siege. "Fang Sijie narrowed his eyes and looked down like a hawk as the priest finished reciting the last prayer.

Boom!

There was a burst of thunder in the sky. Fang Sijie and the experts on the side raised their heads. A black cloud flashed with electric light, covering up the bright moon.

"Didn't Qiurei just pass by? Why are you here again?"

He said so.

……

The moment thunder rang out among the forest and shrubs, hundreds of people walked in the dark forest toward the wooden village with the light of fire in the distance.

Boom!

The lightning flashed between the sky and the earth, and the moment the blue-white light illuminated, one after another figures took out yellow scarves and wrapped them around their heads, and then grasped the handle of the knife.

Many people began to breathe heavily, their eyes were bloodshot, whether they were nervous or excited, and the hand holding the knife was trembling slightly.

Su Chen stood on horseback not far away, looking at the distant village as well, counting the number of thunders, and the flashing electric light illuminated his eyes particularly brightly.

"Prepare!"

He slowly raised his hand, and his soft words contained murderous intent.

Dong Zhuo on the side stroked the horse's mane, and then spurred the horse out. He was followed by Zhang Liang and Zhang Bao. The horse's hooves gradually accelerated. As it ran, the armor leaves rustled. Dong Zhuo pulled out an iron bow and drew an arrow. Liang set up his spear, and Zhang Bao drew out the sword from his waist.

"Prepare!"

The three horses passed the hiding place, Dong Zhuo's voice was low and high, and then roared: "-Kill!"

On horseback, he drew his bow and nocked an arrow!
At the sound of 'kill', the arrow turned into a black shadow and flew towards the nearby village gate!

……

On the altar, the priest raised the sharp iron awl in his hand and pointed it at the struggling girl.

The whistling sound came closer and closer, and the cultist on the sentry tower fell down with a pop, arrows still flying in the bloody light.

The moment the priest dropped the iron cone——

With a whoosh, the arrow penetrated directly into his neck and nailed him to the wooden building.Fang Sijie turned his head and looked at the slightly trembling arrow with blood beads on the pillar next to him. He was stunned for a moment.

instantly.

Fierce sounds of fighting resounded, and the war horses neighed loudly. A tall, plump figure above slashed down the village gate with a heavy sword in his hand. Zhang Bao waved his long sword and shouted in hiss: "Kill!"

Zhang Liang waved his spear and took the lead, shouting: "Kill with me!"

Hundreds of figures holding knives, spears, and shields ran wildly, rushing towards the village like rolling waves, hitting directly behind the worshipers watching the sacrifice.

"kill--"

When the first soldier was running wildly, he raised his shield in front of him like a muscle memory. With a hysterical roar, he jumped up high, pressed his shield and hit a cultist who had not yet recovered, knocking him away. At the same time, the steel knife in the soldier's hand struck the second man's neck hard.

More Xiliang soldiers arrived one after another, their footsteps fast, crashing into the crowd like raindrops falling.

The altar leader named Fang Sijie and the masters from the teaching beside him were dumbfounded.

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(End of this chapter)