Heritage foundry

Chapter 25 Hundred Miles of Blood Road (4)

Zhou Mo glanced at the green-robed scout who disappeared into the grass, and made a note in his mind, but it was not time to deal with him.

The smell of blood permeated the air, and the momentum of killing and hunting was on the rise. After many years, the blood on the battlefield reappeared outside the border of the wasteland.

The madness of the old soldiers who were drunk on the battlefield in the past was reawakened by the stench of blood soaked in metal.

The knife seemed to gain warmth, and the sword was also ignited by anger.

Zhou Mo looked at this group of old soldiers who silently formed a skirmish formation, with murderous looks on their blades, and raised their feet.

Zhou Mo walked steadily and slowly, one step at a time.

The old soldiers were striding on scattered steps, accumulating their strength, and moved forward quickly.

Both sides have murderous intent, and both sides want to kill.

Ten steps, nine steps...

The distance that can be skimmed in a breath is extremely long at this time, and the battlefield seems to have been pressed in slow motion until the distance between the two sides is only a knife or a sword.

"Ow..."

Like a pot of hot oil that was lit with dry wood, but still very calm, at such a moment, the battlefield boiled up.

The old soldiers roared, their sharp blades sliced ​​through the air, whistling sharply.

"Hehehehehe..." Zhou Mo was smiling, like a black butterfly that had found a flower bush.

Knees bent, knees lowered, avoiding the first long knife slashing at his chest, Zhou Mo turned sideways, spun, the two knives were like butterfly wings, waving wantonly.

This battlefield inexplicably reminded Zhou Mo of his hometown when he was young, and the first time he sneaked into the ballroom with his neighbor brother.

The light of the knife mixed with the shadow of the sword, dazzling and blurred.

Zhou Mo stepped lightly, twisted his waist, and turned sideways, feeling the icy cold edge, and then waved the two knives in his hands, naturally dancing like a black butterfly.

throat
Brow
Heart
kidney
vertebral
So cycle back and forth.

The two knives brushed lightly, slashed gently, and then left in a hurry before the blood gushed out, just like the youthful young man who was in a hurry while the girl was blooming and dancing in the dance hall.

The human head is like a flower that has not yet bloomed. Butterflies dance in it, their wings caress the buds, and bright blood-red flowers bloom one after another.

Scout Double Swordsmanship, Killing Style Two, Butterfly Among Flowers.

Butterflies flutter among the flowers, and they will never leave, but there will always be a time when the flowers will die.

Zhou Mo stopped in his tracks, his butterfly wings retracted, dripping blood, and slowed down.

Looking down at the leader, that is, the person who talked to him at the beginning, this person had a knife in his brow, died very quickly, without pain, and his tiger eyes were still open with anger, ferocious.

Zhou Mo looked at these eyes, squatted down, and kept looking at these eyes that had lost their vitality.

"I said before, no grudges, no interests, no emotions, just to survive. If you want to kill me, I will kill you!"

Looking back at the dead bodies on the ground, Zhou Mo dissipated the black iron body, his stomach churned, and he retched until tears choked his throat.

After giving himself a little time to be sad, Zhou Mo regained his strength and looked around the grass. The scout who slipped away had seen him use the army-breaking tactics. These ordinary soldiers could not recognize them, but the army-breaking tactics were too refined. Simple, as long as you describe it to a senior officer, you will never be able to hide it.

Zhou Mo wanted to escape from the vortex wholeheartedly, and he must never associate himself with Ramas Otto again.

Therefore, that scout must die!
The scout’s walking route in the grass can’t be hidden from Zhou Mo. The old scout copied by Zhou Mo who turned into a wilderness hunter once refused to be recruited by the palace guard with an ordinary life. At that time, the old scout had a code name, wolf king.

Scouts are like wild wolves, wolf king!
Zhou Mo moved quickly. This scout was smart. He didn't go to the border of the empire, but turned back to Xiyang Town, where the imperial family enshrined, the Imperial Military Intelligence Bureau, and the palace guards. For an imperial army scout , can also be regarded as a safe place.

Three miles away, the entrance of Xiyang Town was already in sight, and Zhou Mo stopped the scout.

"You should know that my name is Zhou Mo, and I have always respected scouts, so I want to know your code name."

The only time the Scout's name made sense was when the Empire gave his family a pension.For the rest of the time, scouts only have code names.

The scout was covered with a grass-green cloak, his body was slightly bowed, and only a pair of brown eyes could be seen clearly on his face smeared with the blood of various beasts.

Zhou Mo glanced at the scout's hands in his sleeves. This is the scout's unique way of preparing for battle.

"Butterfly, I can find any butterfly based on the powder it shed, so my code name is Diefen."

It's quite a female code name, but it's a pity that it's a man in front of me.

Zhou Mo pouted, expressing his contempt for the code name.

There was a trace of anger in the scout's heart, and he said in a cold tone:

"Scouts are like wolves in the eyes of outsiders, but every scout hopes that he is a butterfly. Only the best scouts can use the word butterfly."

Zhou Mo nodded suddenly, and said:
"Including you, I only know two scouts, and that one's codename is Wolf King. I thought scouts would like more arrogant and wanton codenames."

The pupils of the scout shrank violently. The wolf king, the legendary scout who once used his ordinary life to kill the black iron life, chose to retire after rejecting the call-up of the palace guard, and has since disappeared without a trace.

According to the legend, the wolf king is the only scout who can use the scout double sword technique to kill in the ordinary life stage.

"Only the best scouts can use the word butterfly, but among the best scouts, the top one or two don't use code names themselves. Their code names are given to them by the enemy, and then spread with blood and life."

Zhou Mo understood, and stretched out his hand to the epee that was carried behind his back again.

"Don't use the epee. If I had the choice, as a scout, I would rather die by the scout's double sword technique."

Zhou Mo was silent, withdrew his hand, slipped it into his sleeve, and grasped the scout pair of knives.

The scout swung his hands, and a pair of grass-green scout knives spread out on both sides of his body like butterfly wings.

"Before I die, I don't know if I can experience the legendary killing style of scouting double swordsmanship, cats and butterflies."

Zhou Mo was slightly taken aback, this scout still has a lot of demands.

The four blades shone brightly, and one was stained with blood. Zhou Mo stood behind the scout and shook off the blood on the blade.

"No matter how weak a cat is, it can easily kill a butterfly. This is the difference in life level. You said that scouts regard themselves as butterflies, so you should understand that a cat attacking a butterfly is a counter-killing technique. Kill those beings whose lives are higher than your own."

Zhou Mo explained in a low voice. Behind him, a clear smile appeared on the corner of the scout's mouth. Blood donation spurted out from his throat, and the scout fell to the ground.

The morning sun had not yet reached the peak, Zhou Mo forgot to look back at Xiyang Town, and set off again.

Not long after Zhou Mo left, a grass-green figure appeared next to the scout's corpse, turned the scout's body over, and touched the knife wound on the throat.

"Good knife!" The female voice was hoarse with a touch of sexy.

"It's exactly the same as the wolf king's father's sword skills. When did the father accept such a powerful apprentice?"

The young female scout muttered to herself, and quickly pulled out the dead scout.

"Empire-style equipment is rare and good in the wilderness. It should not be wasted. This elder brother scout, as the biological daughter of the Wolf King, cleaned up some garbage for you that you don't need. You shouldn't blame him!"

While thinking brokenly, he took off a short blade from the scout's armpit and hid it in the small backpack behind him.

She didn't notice at all that at some point, a muscular figure had already stood behind her.

The figure looked at the direction where Zhou Mo left, frowned and thought for a while, then turned to look at the daughter who was still packing up, a hint of doting flashed in her sharp eyes, stretched out her hand, and gently patted the grass off her shoulder crumbs.

The female scout froze all over, and then quickly rolled forward, which was the same as Zhou Mo's reaction when he was ambushed in Xiyang Town, except that he was a little less sophisticated.

Seeing the familiar figure of the old man, the female scout just felt relieved, the little girl snorted angrily, then ran to the old man again, chirping and saying:

"Father, we've made a fortune. This big brother scout has a full set of imperial-style scout equipment, which is much newer than yours, daddy!"

The wolf king nodded fondly, then pointed at the scout lying on the ground, and pointed:
"I've heard of this guy. He is a rising star among the scouts in the frontier army. His eyes can distinguish the difference between each butterfly and powder. He is very good at tracking. But he is out of luck when he meets that kid. The back of his head or The protector on the neck, the blade hidden in the heel, and the paint on the nails must be shaved off, these are the valuable things."

The female scout nodded hurriedly, and packed up according to her father's instructions.

The wolf king couldn't help feeling a little sad when he saw his daughter strip off pieces of equipment he was very familiar with, but after seeing his daughter finished, the wolf king stretched out his hand and felt between the three inches below the scout's belly and the groin.

This place should not be touched by my daughter. When the hand was pulled out, there was a wax pill, a thin blade, and a sealed packet of excellent medicinal powder.

"The last three moves, the feign death pill, the life-threatening blade, and the hemostatic medicine." The wolf king showed a smile on his face. The last three moves were forcibly taken back when he retired. Now that he has it again, it is like another one. Life.

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