Old man Qiao didn't go home, he was late last night, so he rested in the back of this, and he slept for a while, he was old, and there were some things that he could only think about. He enjoys An Wan'er's petty care, and to put it bluntly, he is more concerned about the decency and genealogy of a family.

Sleep late, get up late, wash and wash neatly, and only start to have breakfast at the end of the hour.

He looked at An Wan'er's graceful figure who was busy with the dishes, and thought to himself, if he could be ten years younger, how good it would be.

"Early in the morning, it's chicken, duck and fish, and it's wine, what kind of fame, light, let the stove come down with a bowl of porridge, and there are some steamed dishes. Why do you do it yourself, Yahuan. ”

An Wan'er smiled and put down the chopsticks in her hand, "Not today, I have to serve the slave in person today, old man, think about it, what kind of day is today, you have to eat a good meal." ”

Old Man Qiao was confused, walked to the seat on crutches and sat down, looking at the table full of meat and vegetables, his heart was tired, "What day, is it your little birthday?" That's not right. ”

An Wan'er grinned, picked up the wine jug, and softly filled a glass for Old Man Qiao, and said, "It's also a small birthday, freshman." ”

"Got it?"

"No, it's gone."

Old Man Qiao feigned anger and said: "Don't worry about these thoughts, it's nerve-wracking, just say it." ”

"Then old man, you have a drink first, and then the slave will talk to you in detail."

Old Man Qiao picked up the cup, wiped it out, stroked his white beard, and said, "Now you can always talk about it." ”

"One more drink, slave will give you a good look."

An Wan'er was coquettish, and Old Man Qiao had no choice but to drink another glass, waved his hand and said: "The wine will not be drunk anymore, although you put wolfberry rock sugar, but the morning wine hurts your body, there is a bowl of clear porridge." ”

An Wan'er got up with a smile and said, "Slave, I'll give it to you." ”

At this moment, there was a commotion in the street outside, and the footsteps were heavy, hurried and hurried, as if something was wrong. Old Man Qiao asked suspiciously, "What's going on outside?" ”

An Wan'er walked to the ledge, held a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other, slowly served the porridge, and said slowly: "It should be that Jiang Lang's new official is burning the first fire." ”

"When a new official takes office, the first fire?" Old Man Qiao was confused, "Ah Hong didn't go to suppress the sixth man, a little warden, what kind of official." ”

"He is not a warden now, early this morning, he received a letter from the ministry to check the county order."

Old Man Qiao suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart, "Why doesn't the old man know, call him to see so-and-so." ”

An Wan'er handed over a bowl of porridge and said with a smile: "Not now, he is busy in your house." ”

"What are you doing in the old man's mansion?"

"Copy, home."

Old Man Qiao stood up, but felt a dizziness, and then a pain in his lower abdomen came, he gasped, gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Slut, you are poisoned." ”

An Wan'er took two steps back in fright, and saw that the corners of Old Man Qiao's mouth were oozing blood, and her heart was relieved again, and she said with a smile: "Sure enough, I am very old, and there is no longer any majesty in the past." ”

"You should understand, you don't die, whether it is officialdom or on the salt road, Jiang Lang will never come out, there is no way, I have to fight, and it is the official to take care of the body, you see, the fresh county order seal, the body is covered."

An Wan'er smiled coquettishly, and pulled her collar violently, revealing a white greasy chest and red seals.

"Jiang Lang can be regarded as the one you brought up, half of your son, you should have fulfilled him a long time ago, old man, what do you say."

Qiao Sanhuai, Old Man Qiao couldn't say a word anymore, his eyes were round, and he stared at An Wan'er deadly.

Xiao Nantu, who was tied to the last trace of old man Qiao's last thoughts, had almost reached the foot of Biandan Mountain, and was marching to the designated area, and the horse in front had already returned, saying that the Mizhou army was ten miles away, and with the help of the officers and soldiers of this battalion, everything would be safe.

He admired the old man very much, he was able to say that he could move the Mizhou Assassin Mansion, and while keeping himself, he could also calculate the old account with Qin Yue and Guan Lao Liu. When this battle starts, the Huya Army will have to fight for at least half of its old life, and Guan Lao Liu can only have a bunch of remnants left, and he can pinch it no matter how he pinches it then.

The horse in front of him was galloping, and he shouted from afar: "Guan Lao Liu is rushing to the mountain." ”

As soon as Xiao Nantu pulled the reins of the horse, the horse man stood up, "How many people are coming?" Who takes the lead? ”

Tanma cried with a sad face, "It's Guan Lao Liu, and there are more than 200 people in the nest." ”

"Formation, card knife in front." Xiao Nantu's face immediately darkened, and he turned his head to the guy next to him and said, "Go and report to the Mizhou Army quickly." ”

"Yes."

The team suddenly became a little chaotic, Xiao Nantu waved his horsewhip and shouted loudly, several brothers helped to command the formation, brand knives, spears, simple knives, and layers of standing in good positions, before they had time to speak and cheer up, Guan Lao Liu had already led people to press over.

At the beginning of a young man, obliquely carrying a war knife, a heroic girl followed closely behind with a narrow blade, and on his left and right sides, there were two monks, one fat and one tall, majestic as a demon arhat.

The speed of the incoming enemy is not fast, there is no charge, just walking slowly, looking unimposing, but the invisible coercion is getting heavier and heavier.

Xiao Nantu lifted a breath, pulled the knife out of the sheath, and was about to shout and charge, but there was a commotion behind him.

"The Tiger Tooth Army is coming—"

Xiao Nantu turned around, he was riding on a horse, naturally looking far away, and sure enough, he saw the Huya Army approaching step by step, in a row in front, everyone was holding a crossbow in their hands, and the arrow blade was shining in the sun.

Xiao Nantu only felt that his heart had fallen into the ice cave, he looked at the Huya Army in front of him step by step, and then looked at Guan Lao Liu, who was pressing step by step, and couldn't help shouting: "Run-"

But it was too late, and the crossbow bolts carried the sharp wind like locusts, and skewered a scream, and then the spears rained down, splashing the canopy again.

When the crossbow stopped the spear break, a team of ironclad warriors opened out of the formation again, and the swords were white.

Xiao Nantu galloped wildly, slashing out in front of him, he couldn't care about anything at the moment, it was a great luck to be able to escape by himself, who cared about crying dad and calling mother behind him.

was spurring the horse in a panic, and there was a golden wind behind his head, he fell down, avoiding the limelight, and there was a knife in front of him, it was the young man.

At the critical moment, he held the knife with both hands and fought hard, only to feel a strong force, his arm suddenly became sore, and his crotch sank, but the horse couldn't stand the force, and the front hooves were softened with a sad roar.

Xiao Nantu threw the stirrup out of the saddle, a drunken eight immortals, and avoided the attack of a knife and a gun.

The figure was unstable, the young man slashed down with a knife and was extremely fast, Xiao Nantu had no way to avoid it, so he could only hold the knife again to meet him, only to hear the sound of "dang", his hands were empty, and then he felt a cold brain, his eyes were red, and his chest was painful, and a knife drilled into his heart along the rib crack, and his eyes suddenly darkened, and a thought surged from his heart at a temporary moment:

"Why is this happening?"

"Why is this happening?"

In the Mizhou military array, Hu Shou was also asking such a question, according to the agreement, it should have been a three-way siege of the mountain, encircled and suppressed step by step, and the old six and other bandits were trapped in Biandan Mountain, and not a single bird was born.

But now, it seems that the battlefield has changed, there is no movement on the mountain, but in the northwest corner of the mountain, there are shouts of killing and screaming loudly. What's going on?

Soon someone sent the answer, and the person who came was a scout from the Huya Battalion.

"Report - Commander Chen sent a special envoy to send a message, the Huya Battalion is working with Mengxian to capture the giant thief Qiao Sanhuai's henchmen, and ask General Hu to lead his troops to camp in situ, if there are thieves approaching, kill them. Nearly 10,000 yuan of materials have been handed over to the Huya Battalion, which will be handed over to your department later. ”

"Qiao Sanhuai? Didn't you say that Guan Lao Liu was killed? ”

"General Yu, Guan Lao Liu has led his troops to surrender, and now he is working with our army to capture Qiao Sanhuai's henchmen."

"." Hu Shou scolded hatefully and was played by others. The adjutant asked softly, "What now?" ”

Hu Shou slapped his palms with a horsewhip, made a "horn" sound, was silent for a long time, and ordered: "Crush it, as long as it is not armored, it doesn't matter if you kill it." ”

“…… Be. ”

Thundered......

One by one, the flags were waved in the wind, and the Mizhou army lined up in a battle formation, moving forward step by step.

Chen Scar sneered, looked at the battlefield that was nearing the end, and ordered loudly:

"The pursuit and killing of the enemy is in charge of Captain A and Guan Lao's Sixth Division, the blood killing team is in array a hundred steps forward, and the crossbow team is twenty steps apart."

"Yes."

The scattered armor soldiers began to gather, these soldiers wearing nearly fifty pounds of heavy armor, were given the name of "blood killing" by Qin Yue, which sounded very imposing, and on both sides behind them, nearly eighty crossbowmen arranged in eight figures were the trump cards of Huya, and the two arms lined up as a whole, as strong as a rock in the middle of the road.

Blood kills stand in the way, and ghosts and gods stop.