made Yan Songjie vomit blood, the Black Mountain Yellow Turban thief was too poor, and let himself return to his blood.

Nearly 3,000 stubborn resistors were killed, more than 40,000 yellow turban thieves escaped, and none of the military divisions and the eight major leaders were caught.

As the saying goes, if you kill 1,000 enemies, you will lose 800 yourself, and although this battle was a complete victory, the tiger and leopard cavalry suffered heavy casualties, more than 300 people were lost, and more than 2,000 people were injured.

The tiger and leopard rode heavy armor to besiege Zhang Yan and confronted the pro-guard Xuanjing, killing more than 10 people and wounding more than 80 people.

"What is a robe?" The battlefield was enveloped in a heavy atmosphere.

"Pao Ze is a person you can trust to give your back to on the battlefield! No matter whether you are injured or sacrificed on the battlefield, I, Yan Songjie, will definitely take you home, never abandon or give up. Yan Songjie shouted loudly in the face of the tiger and leopard riders cleaning the battlefield.

"No! Never give up, never give up. The tiger and leopard riders all sighed, only to hear the tears in their eyes, the blood in their hearts boiling, and the pride of hunting surging in their chests.

"It's not enough to just do this, we can't let the sacrifice of the crippled robe bleed and then shed tears. Yan Songjie's words made all the tigers and leopards stunned, and they didn't understand what they meant?

The tigers and leopards who died in the battle were packed up, and the tigers and leopards were transported back to Jiaoxian County for burial, with a pension of 1,000 taels of silver per person. Yan Songjie couldn't help but cast a shadow on his heart, and said in a sad mood.

"Those who are wounded to the point of disability and cannot go to battle shall be rewarded with five hundred taels of silver. Those who lose the ability to live will be sent to the end of their lives by my Yan Songjie for the rest of their lives. "The disabled Yan Songjie can sit idly by, and the local tyrant style has reappeared.

With a wave of his hand, a pile of silver appeared out of thin air: "Brother Yuanrang! This is two million taels of silver, you are responsible for distributing it, you can't let the brothers chill, you must be fair and just." ”

"No! It must be fair and just. Xiahoudun's face turned pale and he was in awe.

"Two million taels of silver!" All the tigers and leopards rode this time, but they were suppressed by Yan Songjie, Yan Songjie, as a strong man in the congenital realm, did not abandon the wounded and let them go, and the pension of the dead in the battle was even more arrogant and dry, without the slightest perfunctory.

Let the families of the war dead have no worries about food and clothing for a lifetime, as for where Yan Songjie got so much silver, no one thinks.

"Thank you, son-in-law!" Zhao Ting felt guilty, Yan Songjie had paid too much for Zhaojia Village, contributing people, money, and efforts.

"Xiaoyu! Come here, I have something to do with you. Yan Songjie took the initiative to ask Zhao Yu to talk.

"Ahem!" Xiahoudun looked puzzled, it was very strange that Zhao Yu looked just average, not the appearance of a sinking fish and a wild goose, and he was very interested in the nine-year-old village girl, Yan Songjie, who likes male style, would there be pedophilia!

Yan Songjie directly ignored Xiahou Xuan's strange eyes, and went to the big living room with Zhao Yu to go straight to the point.

"Thank you, Brother Fairy!" Zhao Yu's eyebrows danced, and he put a hundred crimson oily markers, 90,000 taels of silver and 20,000 stones of grain, Yunnan Baiyao, and alcohol into the space bracelet.

"Is it fast?" Xiahoudun was stunned for a while, Yan Songjie and Zhao Yu walked out of the big living room.

Among the captives, more than 300 soldiers who cultivated the Yellow Realm had been selected to supplement the heavy armor of the tiger and leopard cavalry. More than 5,000 young and strong laborers complement the tiger and leopard riding light armor. The remaining more than 40,000 captives, after the weapons are collected, plan to release them all.

Killing is never an end, killing is just a means, and Yan Songjie is by no means a person who loves to kill. It's just that these more than 40,000 yellow turban thieves still have to put on a show before they are released, make the best use of their talents, make the best use of materials, and waste can also be used as waste.

Outside Zhaojia Village, in the wilderness, more than 40,000 Yellow Turban thieves were captured and surrounded by more than 10,000 tigers and leopards.

"This group of yellow turban thieves killed my tiger and leopard riding robe! Chop the grass must be eradicated, and all of them must be killed, and the robe will be sacrificed to the spirit of heaven for my tiger and leopard riding and death. Yan Songjie pointed at more than 40,000 Yellow Turban thieves with a knife in his hand, and the killing intent soared into the sky.

The tigers and leopards rode with a slight expression, and a trace of resentment quietly flashed in their eyes, without a trace of pity. His eyes turned to Yan Songjie in unison, and he didn't think about it, and replied very simply: "No, kill all of them for my tiger and leopard to ride and sacrifice to the spirit of the sky." ”

The tiger and leopard rode with righteous indignation, and the sound of shouts soared into the sky. The murderous aura is pervasive and intimidating. On every face, a strong murderous aura was surging.

"Kill them all, it's so vicious, didn't you say that you wouldn't kill the captives?" The more than 40,000 Yellow Turban thieves were suddenly terrified, and there was only endless terror.

The terrifying killing intent of more than 10,000 tigers and leopards made the captives' faces as gloomy as death, and they couldn't help but hold their breath, and they didn't even dare to take a breath.

"Leave people under the knife! Zhao Yu ignored the Mo knife in Yan Songjie's hand, stepped forward, and blocked the Mo knife blade with both hands that diffused a strong killing intent.

Yan Songjie was extremely harsh when he heard this, and his originally cold face couldn't help but change suddenly: "I want to cut off the heads of these captives, gather them, and throw all their heads into Montenegro, I want to make millions of yellow turban thieves in Montenegro lose their fear." ”

In those eyes, the complicated expressions of resentment towards the captives and disappointment for Zhao Yu were flickering.

In an instant, Zhao Ting, who didn't know it, almost suffocated, staggering and almost falling. At this moment, his face was pale, and his mood was as desolate as falling into a cold abyss.

"The first evil Zhang Yan is innocent, there is a great drought in Hebei, and the fellow villagers fleeing to Montenegro are also forced by life, so they can be dismissed. Zhao Yu's eyes flashed with melancholy, and he sighed faintly.

This sentence touched the hearts of all the Yellow Turban thieves, and everyone's eyes were focused on Zhao Yu: "Yes! Yes, we don't want to be Yellow Turban thieves." ”

"Zhao Yu! Yan Songjie's eyes were cracked, and he couldn't hold back his anxiety, and the killing intent of hunting surged out of his body.

"If they could fill their stomachs, they would never rebel. …… When is the time for retribution!" Zhao Yu's sad expression and bodhisattva's heart moved the Yellow Turban thieves.

"You are responsible for them not to return to Montenegro and continue to be the scourge of the Yellow Turban Thieves. Yan Songjie questioned Zhao Yu suspiciously in his heart.

"I will give each person two taels of silver severance pay and ten catties of miscellaneous rice to ensure that they are not thieves. Zhao Yuxiu sobbed in a low voice, and the eyeballs rolled down her face like beads with broken threads.

"I can't trust them. Yan Songjie's emotions were slightly restrained, his face showed disgust, and he shook his head and refused.

"Do you listen to me Zhao Yu, go back and don't continue to be a yellow turban thief. Zhao Yu asked more than 40,000 captives, biting his red lips tightly, and his eyes were full of expectation.

The situation is so dangerous that the captives can no longer afford to consider: "Listen! Miss Zhao Yu said." "If the more than 40,000 captives were pardoned, they would have no choice but to live. Wiping the cold sweat on his face, he said in a trembling voice.

"Zhao Yu! Look at it, no one thanks you for saving your life! His heart is clear, there is no need to put it back at all, let's kill it!" Yan Songjie immediately poured another scoop of cold water.