Leaving in the evening, Pegasus rushed into the dark to Spearhead Mountain.

The Jurchen is really not comparable to ordinary bandits, and their vigilance is extremely strong, not only have several ranger sentries on the way, but also ambush three secret sentries at the bottom of the mountain, all of which are personally led by Zhao Yue all the way to eliminate them.

At the foot of the mountain, two guards who had not been given a break during the day guarded the horses in the forest. Zhao Yue led the others to quickly touch the mountain.

Spearhead Mountain is just an ordinary mountain range in Jizhou, the mountain is not high, but the shape is like a spearhead, the tip is inserted into the night sky, the surrounding is steep, and the position is hidden. Usually, even hunters are rarely visited.

The thief's nest is halfway up the mountain, easy to defend and difficult to attack. On the other hand, it is not easy to escape.

Zhao Yue saw the terrain clearly, and had a bottom in his heart, and it was feasible to catch it all in one net, and he suddenly became relaxed.

He did not wait for the night to be quieter and the thieves fell asleep before attacking, and immediately sneaked to the vicinity of the walled gate, and Tang Bin was in charge of commanding outside. He dived to the wooden wall one foot high, climbed up to the sentry platform, the sword in his left hand was like a spiritual snake, and with a flick of his right hand, two three-star darts shot out.

The five minions guarding the gate of the fortress were bleeding from their throats, and they immediately shrank and died.

Zhao Yue glanced at some of the thieves who were drinking in twos and threes not far from the village, jumped off the sentry platform like a civet cat, and opened the gate of the village.

Tang Bin waved his hand, led the team to rush in, and rushed side by side with Zhao Yue to kill quickly. Only five guards with chain crossbows were on guard in the back, and they did not participate in the fight for the time being.

Suddenly attacked, more than a dozen bandits died in the blink of an eye.

The others shouted in surprise, but they showed that they were different from ordinary bandits, and they were not in a hurry, and those with weapons quickly turned to confrontation. Those who had no weapons, except for those who went to report, quickly entered and grabbed weapons and gathered to fight.

Zhao Yue's double swords in his hand, like a spiritual snake and lightning, did not collide fiercely, but everywhere he went, the bandits fell one by one, and even fell one by one, and none of them were injured, and all of them were killed with one blow.

It was the first time that Shi Wei, who was following close by, had seen this mysterious young man take the initiative to kill.

Zhao Yue is like a swimming dragon, without fear, where there are many thieves, he will kill wherever he goes, there is no enemy under the sword all the way, his feet are draped in the place, and the enemies are either dead or frightened and retreating.

Shi Wei couldn't help but marvel.

Although the fierce battle in the jungle during the day killed the enemy, the ferocity of the bandits also frightened him.

Shi Wei, who calmed down afterwards, had palpitations, and was originally a little afraid of tonight's action against the two hundred bandits, but at this moment, he was aroused by Zhao Yue's bravery, and his blood rushed to the top, and his courage immediately swelled, and he roared with a long knife and fought fiercely, and chased Zhao Yue side by side with Wang Dashou.

On the other side, Tang Bin, who is tall and powerful, strides forward, the long and sharp three-pointed knife roars vertically and horizontally, with a hard touch, the sword is powerful, and the blockers are all broken, and four or five thieves often fall down under a sweep, and a backhand knife is another one by one, and the playing style is different from Zhao Yue, and the speed is not slow at all.

Yang Lie, who was the most anxious and poisonous, actually rushed in front of Tang Bin. Deng Tianbao, who was crazy when he saw blood, swept and smashed wildly, and gradually killed Yang Lie into the enemy group.

The bandits soon gathered and began to form a formation in a row amid the stiff shouts of Chinese.

Zhao Yue roared.

When Tang Bin heard the sound, he killed the enemy around him, and his mouth let out a scream again and again, and the three-pointed knife was raised high and swung continuously.

There was an agreement before the battle, and the heroes of Zhao Zhuang immediately covered each other, quickly retreated while killing, and quickly distanced themselves from the bandits who lined up and wanted to steadily line up to push and kill.

The five guards in charge of the guard immediately stepped forward and fired crossbows in unison to suppress the enemy's advance speed.

Seeing that his subordinates had all withdrawn, Zhao Yue glanced at the thieves who were screaming and killing, and sneered and waved his sword.

The guards quickly put away their swords, and the two of them formed a line, and the ones behind took out the round guys from the backpacks carried by the brothers in front of them, opened the safety covers, pulled off the safety rings, and threw themselves into the bandits.

An earth-shattering loud bang was particularly striking in the silent mountains.

In an instant, the dense group of thieves was full of flesh and blood, smoke and dust, and screams were everywhere, and blank areas appeared in the phalanx.

Before the soul of the bandit turned his brain, there were a few thunderous roars.

The few places where the thieves were still dense were also empty in an instant.

Nearly 200 bandits were only a few dozen left in the blink of an eye, even if they were lucky not to be injured by the high-explosive grenade, they were all frightened, their eyes were blank, their legs were weak, and they didn't know where they were for a while, only thinking that their crimes had angered God, and they had finally been punished and had fallen into hell.

Zhao Yue stared at the head of the war thief who had blown up half of the thieves behind him, that was the golden thief. He burst out a few words from between his teeth: "Kill." Not a single one is left. ”

On the side, Shi Wei saw that Zhao Yue's eyes seemed to shoot out two cold rays of light at this moment, as if he had suddenly turned into a fierce beast demon who chose people to devour in the night. That cold and ferocious power made him know that it was not for him, and he couldn't help but tremble and be short of breath, but in the early summer, a cold air went straight to his heart, and he felt cold and numb all over his body.

Why did he hate these bandits so much?

I hate Liao Kou more than the general offender who robbed and committed murder.

I've never seen him so cold and terrible. It turns out that he was never really the fiercest when he was the fiercest to me before. This moment is the one who reveals his demonic nature.

Shi Wei didn't know why, he was even more afraid of Zhao Yue, who had an unpredictable mind and miraculous brains and methods, and from then on, when he thought of the events of this night, he no longer dared to have the slightest disrespect and disloyalty.

Zhao Yue had in his mind the nightmare of reincarnation that he would never forget.

After the 80s, he did not experience the tragedy of the bloody war of resistance against Japan in his previous life, nor did he experience the real massacre of the Jin Army in this life, but in the real nightmare, the ferocity and arrogance of the hungry wolf, the tragic experience of his helplessness, and the cowardice or shameless ruthlessness of the sheep, all of which made him angry and hateful every time.

At this moment, when he really faced the Jurchen robbers, listened to the rough howls and shouts of the beast-like Jurchen language, and saw the Song people who had become brave and brave in battle, and had been forcibly suppressing the anger and killing machine hidden in his heart, he could no longer suppress it.

Yang Lie had already known that Cangzhao had a more mysterious and powerful weapon that had not been used, but he never knew what it was, let alone that the lethality would be so terrifying and irresistible, and he finally witnessed it with his own eyes tonight, and he couldn't help but be thrilled by the spectacular bloody blood boiling all over his body, and roared wildly: "The young master said that there will be no one left." ”

One step out of the distance, the first to kill the past.

According to wartime regulations, Deng Tianbao, who supported each other, screamed and chased after each other.

Shi Wei and Wang Dashou were willing to lag behind, and they also rushed out.

The guards were habitually silent, and groups of three quickly pounced.

The five crossbowmen then saw which enemy was ferocious and powerful, and immediately burst into their aid.

Tang Bin did not lead the team to rush and kill, but was in the rear sweeping formation, practicing dispatching and commanding. He also has a majestic dream in his heart, but he is not the second Di Qing of the Great Song Dynasty as his father hoped.

Zhao Yue looked at Lu Lu's two personal guards, calmed down and said, "Go and kill." ”

His eyes were firmly fixed on Lu Tieniu who had broken into the enemy group.

This is a brave warrior raised by a Jurchen orphan slave, adopted in Zhaozhuang, from a sixteen-year-old thin boy to a twenty-one-year-old bear-like fierce man in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Yue wanted to see if the most honest Jurchen, who had enjoyed the favor of Cangzhao, would let the other party go softly and cause de facto betrayal when facing his own kind.

If so, such simple and honest people are white-eyed wolves who can't be fed, then the Jurchen race really can't stay, and it must be completely eradicated and never suffer in the future.

The dozen or so Jurchen orphans adopted by the family also had to be disposed of.

There must have been unjust deaths. But politics is ruthless. Revolutionizing the whole world is not a dinner party.

Zhao Yue has too many things to do, and he doesn't have time to waste energy on identifying complex human personality and caste, and he will never be able to recognize fickle and irregular things when he has time. The cold heart does not have so much compassion for the savage race that drags down the progress of mankind.

Cleanly cleaning up the wild and ignorant criminal races one by one, it may not be a good way to benefit the overall interests of mankind.

What made Zhao Yue happy was that Lu Tieniu slaughtered all the way, roared and scolded the Jurchen language back to the same clan who shouted Jurchen language, and showed no mercy in his attack, and fought to the death with the same brave and fierce Jurchen bandits who were not afraid of death, and killed two in a row with stronger sword skills.

The surviving bandits were reminded by the red-eyed Jurchen leader to scold and drive away, and the ferocious and obedient instincts that had been formed over the past few years broke out, even though they were frightened, suspicious, and still blindfolded, but in order to find a chance to survive, they began to go crazy, and even howled and resisted with all their might.

Yang Lie was the first to rush to the bottom.

The Jurchen thief rushed up head-on.

This guy is only more than 1.6 meters, a typical circle of legs formed by long-term horseback riding, an upside-down beard covering his ugly and hideous face, and the front half of his hair is deliberately long to disguise the Song and Liao people, and the back of his head is still tied with a money rat tail according to Jurchen customs.

He was simply a square monster in iron armor, unusually thick and fierce, with a huge Pu knife like a guillotine, and then Yang Lie swept wildly.

Yang Lie's fierce shot in the chest was blocked. He only felt that his arms were numb, his brain was roaring, his front hand was off, and the big gun was almost swept away by the iron thief's fierce blow, because he especially cherished the treasure gun that Zhao Yue ordered the craftsman to customize for him, and the back hand instinctively held it, so as to avoid losing the weapon.

The Iron Fang monster roared like a beast, and its short but unusually powerful body quickly rushed forward, and the giant knife was picked up, and Yang Lie, who was frightened, chopped off his head.

Yang Lie didn't have time to put away his gun to resist, his eyes closed, and only one thought flashed in his mind: It's over.