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Chapter 300 [Mo Twelve Lang]

Both sides were silent, and no one took the lead. Xiao Mu looked around alertly to see if there were any other ambush. What was the purpose of this group of knights of unknown origin leading Han Mo here?

After a silence, I saw a rider slowly coming out, holding a torch in my hand, slowly coming to this side.

"Don't act rashly." Han Mo whispered, and urged the horse to go to the man.

When this group of people rushed to the formation, although they robbed the food, they did not kill the officers and soldiers. Han Mo always felt that this group of people did not seem to be too hostile. At this time, the other party rode alone in the formation and he could not destroy his might.

The two were only three or four meters away, and they strangled the horse at the same time. The armored knight had a red scarf tied with his left arm, which was the leader of the group of armored knights.

He was wearing a straw raincoat and a straw hat. The straw hat was hanging down, and he couldn't see his appearance clearly. He saw him holding a torch in his left hand, strangling the horse, and then pressing the low end of the torch towards the trunk next to him. When he inserted it, he heard a "puff" sound. The low end of the torch actually pierced into the trunk diagonally. This hand force was really amazing.

Han Mo narrowed his eyes. He had practiced the "Sutra of Eternal Life" himself. He was as powerful as a cow. Thanks to the family's secret of luck, but this person's strength does not seem to be weaker than himself. Could it be that he was born with divine power?

"Scared? Do you think I'm very capable?" The man smiled and raised his hat slightly with his left hand, revealing a face with a silver mask.

It was a white-faced ghost-like mask, with fangs coming out and a ferocious face. Only the pair of eye holes exposed the knight's eyes. Under the firelight, the eyes were extremely energetic.

Han Mo smiled faintly and said, "Good skills... are just small tricks!"

"I mean I rob food..." The silver-faced man smiled and pointed to the torch: "Or should I insert the torch?"

"It's just a trick." Han Mo said seriously: "Tell me, what do you want to do? If you rob the imperial court of disaster relief food, you should understand the consequences...that is equivalent to rebellion, rebellion...but you have to be beheaded!"

The silver-faced man laughed and said, "Han Mo, at this time, is it useful to tell me these things? Can you catch me... or can you kill me?"

Han Mo sneered: "Your Excellency seems to be very confident!"

The silver-faced man reached out and tapped his blade gently, and said leisurely: "Han Mo, do you know that you can't kill me, but I can kill you. You follow me into the woods, I admire your courage...but you are too reckless. If I really want to set up an ambush in this forest, you will never be able to walk out alive."

He said it lightly, but it was full of confidence in his bones.

Han Mo laughed and said, "You seem to have the upper hand, but you are still afraid... Otherwise, why should you choose such a dangerous place to take action? If you are really confident, why didn't you choose a flat land? From this point of view, you don't dare to gallop, because you have long been thinking about the retreat... Those who need a retreat are always afraid!"

The silver-faced man pondered, and in an instant he laughed: "I only heard that Han Mo made great achievements in Bozhou County, but I didn't expect that your mouth was so straightforward."

"Speak less nonsense and hand over the food." Han Mo said lightly: "I don't care what your background is, robbing food is a serious crime. I must bring you to justice!"

The silver-faced man said, "Maybe Mr. Han doesn't know yet. Along the way, our brothers have solved many minions for you... You entered Yichun County and were safe all the way. Do you really think no one has any ideas about you?"

Han Mo frowned and said, "What do you mean?"

The eyes under the silver-faced man's mask stared at Han Mo's face and slowly said, "When entering Yichun County, at least three people will have the idea of ​​attacking you... Don't underestimate these three people. If they really want to take action, even if they can't take advantage of you, you will definitely lose a lot. Our brothers have solved these troubles for you quietly."

"You mean, since you entered Yichun County three days ago, you have been following us?" Han Mo frowned, and was suddenly surprised. The group of people followed the convoy quietly, but he didn't notice a single minute.

"Not bad." The silver-faced man nodded and said, "I'm not trying to show my merits to you, but just let you know... Yichun County is not as peaceful as you thought, and the people in Yichun County... are not as timid as you thought."

Han Mo stared at the silver-faced man and asked, "What is your purpose... Isn't there any reason to help me?"

"Of course." The silver-faced man said calmly: "I'm not trying to help you, but like you, I think this batch of food is very important... but what we think is important may not be the same."

"I don't understand what you said." Han Mo shook his head: "You think it is important, what is it important?"

"It's very simple. This batch of food can save lives." said the silver-faced man: "I just want to see that this batch of food can really be delivered to the people..."

Han Mo smiled faintly and said, "Are you a chivalrous person?" His expression turned cold and he said in a deep voice: "Since you think that these foods can be in the hands of the people, why did you rush to grab the food halfway? If your chivalrous is true, I can admire your moral heart, but I don't appreciate your way of doing things..."

The silver-faced man said lightly: "It's very simple, I... can't believe you!"

Han Mo frowned and asked, "Can't you trust me? What?"

"I don't believe you will deliver every grain of food to the victims." The silver-faced man said word by word: "I'm worried that you will not only not use this batch of food to help the people, but will help the evil and harm the people!"

Han Mo said coldly: "The court has its own laws. Since it is disaster relief food, the local Grain Department will arrange how to provide disaster relief. These things do not require you, the so-called chivalrous people, to intervene."

"Court?" The silver-faced man sneered: "Your aristocratic family is intrigue and fighting each other for their own interests. When will you really take the people to heart? After all, it is just a bird of a feather... Han Mo, I took action this time just to warn you that since you serve as this grain protection officer, you should think about the victims. This food can be used for the full amount of money... But if you are like them and collude with them, don't blame me for being ruthless... I know there are many forces around you, but I will only tell you one thing, if I really want to kill you, no one can save you!"

Han Mo smiled calmly and said, "Are you threatening me? Many people want to kill me, but I have been alive... I hate your self-righteous style and always regard myself as a savior. I do things just according to my own ideas. As for those boring suggestions or threats, I really don't feel the same... Who are you referring to?"

The silver-faced man laughed and said, "You will know who they are soon...!" He raised the knife in his hand and said, "Are you going first... or I going?"

Han Mo narrowed his eyes and said, "What do you mean?"

"Since you encounter it, I always have to try your skills." The silver-faced man said calmly: "As long as you are undefeated, you can take this batch of food back... Otherwise, we will distribute it to the victims on your behalf... Isn't it very fair?"

Han Mo asked, "Do I have no other choice?"

"Of course you can't do anything," said the silver-faced man, "You take your subordinates back now, I will never stop you, but this batch of food will still belong to us!"

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Han Mo's mouth and said, "Since that's the case, it seems that I have to fight you!"

Without saying a word, the silver-faced man turned over and dismounted and patted the horse's butt. The horse walked to the side very obediently, and opened the distance. He took two steps back and said lightly to Han Mo: "Please!"

Han Mo also turned over and got off the horse, moved his wrists, and asked casually: "Why do you want to fight me? Do you want to prove that your martial arts are higher than mine?"

The silver-faced man laughed and said, "Because Ye Tianmeng fought with me once, he had held up twenty moves under my hands. I want to see how many moves you can hold!"

Han Mo was slightly stunned.

The defeat of Ye Tianmeng was a compelling move in Han Mo's life, but not many people believe in this matter. Han Mo himself had to admit that Ye Tianmeng died under his command, which was definitely not Ye Tianmeng's lack of strength.

Ye Tianmeng is known as the number one general in Bozhou County. His kung fu was absolutely powerful. However, he was unlucky that day. Ye Tianmeng encountered the peerless stick technique "Eight Sticks Technique". Because the wind cavalry suddenly attacked at that time, Ye Tianmeng unexpectedly, he had distracting thoughts and split his mind. Then Han Mo hit his shoulder blade with "Eight Sticks Technique" and was defeated by Han Mo with fighting skills.

Han Mo was able to win, which was the word "strange".

The "Eight Stick Techniques" that unexpectedly attacked Ligu Pass and used unexpectedly also had unexpected fighting and killing moves. Ye Tian, ​​who was in a panic, finally saw the ghost.

But Han Mo must admit that if you really have to face the battle head-on, everyone will focus on it. Even if you have the "Eight Sticks Technique", you may not be able to defeat Ye Tianmeng like that.

However, the silver-faced man kept saying that Ye Tianming could not hold on with twenty moves under his hands, which shocked Han Mo.

If this guy doesn't really have that ability, then there is only one possibility, he is blowing magic snails.

...

"Do I know if you lose, what is the name of my defeated general?" Han Mo gently patted the horse, and the horse slowly walked to the side. He held the hilt of the knife and looked at the silver-faced man with a faint smile.

The silver-faced man smiled softly, "Mo Shierlang!"

Han Mo frowned. He had also heard Han Zhengkun tell many famous anecdotes about Yan State in the East China Sea, but he had never heard of Mo Shierlang's name. However, with the ability of these iron-armored knights, the name of this leader should have been very loud, and he could not have no information at all.

He was sure it was a false name.

He didn't think much about it, Mo Shierlang's big knife had already slashed over and turned towards Han Mo's neck.

Han Mo knew that the other party's strength was not weaker than that of him. The sword was full of energy, extremely sharp, and had an unstoppable momentum. He turned over and retreated. Instead of looking at the sword, he shouted in a deep voice, and the big sword in his hand slashed at Mo Shierlang's figure like thunder and lightning.

Mo Shierlang's first sword was easily flashed by Han Mo, and Han Mo even counterattacked quickly. Mo Shierlang walked leisurely in the courtyard and raised his sword to resist continuously, without attacking for a while, as if he wanted to see how strong Han Mo had an offensive.

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