In this arrest, the imperial court can be said to have made sufficient preparations.

Tens of thousands of officers and soldiers were dispatched to Qingyun Street, and the entire street was surrounded by water.

The battle went on quickly.

With the shouts and cheers in front, Qin Heze and Fu Liangji received a report like flowing water here.

"Report! My lord, the door slammed open. ”

"My lord, the thieves wanted to rush out, but they were shot back by our random arrows, and now they are all shrinking in the backyard, refusing to surrender, please give an order."

Qin Heze and Fu Liangji pushed each other a few words, and Qin Heze took over the command and ordered: "Those who resist stubbornly will be killed on the spot." Let's see if Pan Yingfan is still alive, and try to leave a few more alive. ”

Then, he turned to Mr. Tan San, Mr. Tan Si and the others who came with him, and said politely: "I'm sorry for you." ”

Mr. Tan San came over to deal with Zhang Jibei and his musicians, with Qin Heze's words, Mr. Tan San bowed slightly, and said: "Leave two people here, fourth brother, you and I are separated, each with a team, I will come at the front door and you will have the back door." With the guqin in his hand, he took six or seven musicians to the Pan family from the passage made by the officers and soldiers.

Ji Nantang is a person from Fu Liangji's family, this time the holy will is for Qin Heze to take the overall responsibility, Fu Liangji is not good at stealing the limelight from the other party, Wen Sheng's team followed Ji Nantang to Qin Heze and Fu Liangji and nodded in front of him, except for Tan Yaohua, who was left by Qin Heze, the rest of the people were arranged to go to the back street, in case the thieves saw that the situation was bad and broke through and fled from the back street.

Backstreet Wensheng is more familiar.

It didn't take much time, and there was faint music from the direction of Pan's house.

More than a dozen pieces of music were in a hurry and panic, and they were hit back and forth by the musicians of Xuanyin Pavilion, and they were already in chaos before they could wait for anything.

Quite different from the information he had received before, Wen Sheng didn't hear any sounds like Zhang Jibei's eight-hole bone flute.

The opponent was so vulnerable, thinking that Mr. Tan San and the others also felt that they were invincible, and after the opponent was crushed, the various sounds of the piano, drums, flute, and flute stopped one after another.

Ji Nantang brought thousands of Ji family troops over, and the scout captain kept reporting the previous news to him:

A large number of archers have entered Pan's house, there are about 300 thieves, and more than 10 corpses were found in the front yard, which was preliminarily confirmed to be Pan Yingfan and his family.

Hearing the sound of killing from afar, Ji Nantang smiled and said, "Let's not be idle, Mr. Bian, let's give a drum." ”

Bian Qingchuan nodded, and two sergeants lifted his drum over and put it away.

Bian Qingchuan flipped the drumstick.

Drums beat.

At this moment, tens of thousands of officers and soldiers on Qingyun Street felt a force that swept through at the same time.

Charge! Trapped!

Kill enemies and tear down obstacles!

entangled the murderous aura of tens of thousands of people, but in an instant, Bian Qingchuan's "rumbling" war drums ruled this world, and the sound of the piano and flute was all lost compared to it.

Yi Xingbo also wanted to try to compete with it with a big pipa, put his fingers on the copper armor, first hit a "bad sound", and then "full wheel", listen to the effect, shook his head helplessly, and stopped.

Seeing this, Mr. Tan San patted him on the shoulder to show comfort.

Ji Nantang saw that his soldiers were inspired by the sound of drums, and one by one they became eager to try, smiled, and praised: "Mr. Bian really deserves his reputation. Come, let's move too, Ning Mao, you take a team of ten eight-person people and kill through the back door! ”

An adjutant general of the Ji Jiajun heard the general call his name and responded loudly: "Get the order!" ”

In fact, Qin Heze's meaning is to ask Ji Jiajun to help stand on his feet and cheer for the field, not only Ji Nantang is like a mirror in his heart, but also the group of officers under him are counted.

Unexpectedly, there was still a chance to make a move today, Ning Mao was elated, and rushed forward after ordering ten squads.

As soon as Wen Sheng heard the eight-person team, he understood Ji Nantang's intentions, and said unexpectedly: "General, you are ......"

"It doesn't matter, it's just eighty people, it's not about the big picture. Let's take a look. ”

Wen Sheng said to Wen Renying and Zhong Tianzheng, except for Bian Qingchuan who left the drumming, the rest followed Ji Nantang behind the eighty Ji family soldiers to see how their queue changed in the march.

At this time, the battle in the backyard of the Pan family was almost over.

The courtyard was in shambles, the ruins were full of arrows, the flower shelves had collapsed and fallen apart, trampled to the point of instability, and a bloodied corpse was crushed under the shelves.

Two officers and soldiers stepped forward and worked together to carry the body out and move it to the door of the flower hall.

The place is already full of dead people, just waiting to see if they are caught alive at the end, and then to determine the identity of these dead.

Wen Sheng and Zhong Tianzheng are okay, like Wen Renying's master and apprentice, it is the first time to see so many dead people, and they all have hideous faces and terrifying deaths, and their legs immediately weakened.

Zhuo Xuan said strongly: "This and this, this is too exciting, you will have nightmares at night, right?" ”

Wen Sheng came back to his senses: "Wenren senior, why don't you take the two of them to meet Brother Tan first, and when this side is done, let's go to Ping'an Hutong." ”

At this time, Ji Nantang remembered that Wen Sheng and the others behind him were afraid that they had never seen such a killing scene, and hurriedly said: "I was negligent." Don't go in, there are more dead people inside. ”

Wen Renying said, "Okay." Let's go out first. ”

At this time, Ning Mao, who was rushing to the front, returned and reported: "General, Master Sima Fu called you over." ”

As soon as the words fell, Fu Liangji appeared at the end of the verandah surrounded by soldiers, saw Ji Nantang, and beckoned to him: "Nantang, you came just in time, come and have a look." ”

Ji Nantang heard the call of his mentor and hurried over, Wen Sheng and Zhong Tianzheng glanced at each other and followed closely behind.

After passing through the verandah, you can be regarded as entering the inner courtyard.

The courtyard of the Pan family is very large, but even so, more than 300 corpses piled up in the courtyard make people's scalps flutter. The smell of blood in the nose was disgusting.

Hundreds of soldiers in the courtyard were busy cleaning the battlefield to see if there were any hidden enemies.

Qin Heze frowned and stood at the gate of the courtyard.

"More than ten members of the Pan family are all dead, and they could have caught a few alive, but the dozen or so thieves who survived to the end saw that they couldn't escape, and they committed suicide with knives one after another. Master Fu, General Ji, look at it, there are any omissions, if there is no problem, I will enter the palace to report to the saint. ”

Wen Sheng's gaze swept over these corpses one by one, are they all Jiangbei thieves, will there be one or two acquaintances in them?

I didn't see the big beard, but maybe he shaved it off.

In a conspicuous position in the middle of the courtyard, there were more than a dozen corpses lying side by side, especially these deceased people either had a musical instrument on their bodies or in their hands, and one of them held an eight-hole bone flute in his hand.

But Wen Sheng was very sure that this person was not the Zhang Jibei she knew. R1152