Yang Zhaofeng's ears were windy, and the raindrops in his face were as hard as green beans, hitting his eyebrows and forehead, and they also clanged. The war horse under his crotch was like a lake in the flood, rushing forward vigorously, although it was already high-speed, but he was not satisfied, and still urged the mount to continue to accelerate.

Holding the hilt of his sword, he barely looked forward in the howling wind and rain, the line of the stick thieves was about ten feet away, and he could even see the distorted faces of several stick thieves soldiers due to excessive fear. The enemy was afraid, he was afraid, he didn't know if this blow continued, and it would be the enemy or himself who would die, but now he had no way out. What's more, the second brother Yang Chengfu was not far from him, and he was also rushing wildly. As long as he sees him, Yang Zhaofeng's heart will be much more steady.

He is the youngest brother of Yang Chengfu, he is only eighteen this year, and he was already under Zhao Dangshi before entering Sichuan, and he can be regarded as an old man in the army. However, he is docile and kind, according to his brother's words, "no murderous, like a girl", such a character is honest in peacetime, but in today's bloody environment, it is very inappropriate. Even with the help of Yang Chengfu, Yang Zhaofeng is still just a small horse army commander. "The mud can't hold up the wall", this sentence is the evaluation he hears most often from his brother's mouth.

After a day of rapid marching, when the sky was dark, the Ma army had rushed to Jincheng Mountain in the north of Yilong, where Wang Gao and Chuang Shi Wang were stationed, and were uprooting and sweeping various nearby strongholds.

The foundation of the attack, in order to be surprised, Zhao Dangshi set the task for Yang Chengfu earlier to arrive at Jincheng Mountain before dusk, but the sky is not beautiful, the light rain can't stop, the road is muddy and slippery, he is in a hurry, and he can only reach it after dark. It was because he did not dare to slack off on the second order of "sweeping away the pond soldiers", and before he could rest or breathe, he began to raid the stick thieves at the foot of the mountain.

There are not many strongholds of stick thieves around the cottage, and the organization is loose, Wang Gao set up these strongholds with the intention of sheltering the cottage and investigating the news, but the leaders of these strongholds have their own plans, and they are all concerned about the looting of stragglers. At this time, when it rained, they all hid in their tents and caves to avoid the rain, and there were few sentry officers.

Jincheng Mountain "the mountains are ringing, such as pheasants", and "the stone wall is eighty zhang high, five miles back in the week, but there is a path in the southwest to pass". Hou Dagui arrived after Yang Chengfu, and quickly sent people to control the southwest pass road up the mountain, and at the same time cooperated with the Ma army to intercept and kill the Tang soldiers who reported the news, and did not let anyone go up the mountain. Therefore, although the soldiers have come to the cottage, Wang Gao, Chuang Shiwang and others are unaware.

"Bad luck!" Yang Chengfu jumped off the horse, clasped his hands, and wiped his face with the rain. The head of a stick thief was slashed, and the blood splattered from the cavity shot him in the face.

"Brother, are you okay?" At the end of a small-scale fierce fight, Yang Zhaofeng was relieved, caught a glimpse of the second brother's face covered with blood, and was concerned in his heart, so he also dismounted and walked up to visit.

Yang Chengfu pushed him away, and turned his head to the descendants: "Has Mr. Qian arrived?" He and Hou Dagui are the front, and Zhao Dangshi personally leads the left and right divisions as the main force. For the sake of the rapidity of this raid and the confusion of the official army, Bai Jiaolong and Liu Weiming still stood still and camped at the foot of Dazhu Mountain.

Yang Zhaofeng felt that his brother deliberately ignored him, and his heart was a little sour. He wanted to say a few words, but when he saw that he had already led his horse and walked away, he swallowed his words alive.

Before the Liukou, Yang Zhaofeng also studied in private school for a few years, and was famous for his intelligence in the village, which was a piece of reading material. At that time, neighbors near and far thought that the down-and-out ancestral tomb of the Yang family was smoking, and one day it was really going to change the world. Unexpectedly, the world changed dramatically, wolf smoke spread everywhere, not only could he not read, but his parents and brothers also died cleanly, leaving only the second brother who was left to rely on each other, and finally took him with him to join the rogues.

Having read Cheng Zhu Lixue since he was a child, coupled with his nature, Yang Zhaofeng couldn't integrate into those rogue thieves, vulgar and ferocious rogues at the beginning. When others looked at his fine skin and tender meat, they laughed at him. If it weren't for the second brother's hard work, he would have been sodomized by three or five men from the first day of the thief.

However, he persevered. Looking down at his arm, which had long since turned dark under the sun and rain, he couldn't help but recall the past events over the years. Every time, he escaped death, and every time he escaped, he could grow rapidly.

But his natural kindness almost buried him again and again. After almost fighting back because he couldn't bear to kill the villagers who were huddled and begging for mercy, but was finally rescued by Yang Chengfu, he learned from his brother's cold eyes what life and death are - you live and I die, you die and I live.

Gradually, he began to become numb, and when he got used to this cannibalistic world, the killing that he used to fear became a habit and a job for him. Whenever the pent-up kindness came to his face, he could only sigh softly, and then continue to force himself to be hard-hearted.

"Gua Wazi, stupid?" Yang Zhaofeng was still in a trance, Yang Chengfu came from nowhere, and slapped him on the head, "Mr. Qian has begun to attack the mountain, we have to rush to the rendezvous as soon as possible." ”

There was a loud bang in the sky, followed by an even more violent storm. Yang Zhaofeng glanced at the raindrops falling on his shoulders, took a light breath, and stepped back onto the war horse.

Compared with other palms in Sichuan, Wang Gao and King Chuang Shi were still more obedient to Yuan Tao's orders. This is not because they love Yuan Tao so much, the main reason is that they are weak. In order to prevent the rogue in his jurisdiction from blooming everywhere like Shaanxi and Henan and other places, Wang Weizhang had already deployed troops to guard the main roads and patrol the rivers, and limited the stick thieves to the eastern and northern Sichuan regions. It is the most ideal development area for stick thieves, which is the vast and mountainous Bazhou and even the first line of Langzhong, while Yilong, Nanfang and other places are located in the south, and the official army cruises frequently, which is very difficult to develop.

Wang Gao and Gao had long obeyed Yuan Tao's orders, and did not know what this newly emerged "Zhao Ying" was, so as soon as he received the summoning order, he marched to the north of Yilong with his men and horses, taking the steep Jincheng Mountain as a base, waiting for Yuan Tao and other main forces to arrive. If they had seen Zhao Ying's combat effectiveness like Bai Jiaolong and Liu Weiming at that time, I am afraid that their actions would not be so neat.

Jincheng Mountain is steep and high, Wang Gao and the King of Eating are steep and slack. In addition, it rained heavily and the mountain roads were difficult to travel, and they couldn't imagine that they would be killed, and the Zhao Ying people and horses would rely on the advantage of horsepower, regardless of the hardships and dangers, and forcibly marched for a day and attacked from all directions.

The sentinels on all sides of the cottage have been cut off, and after Hou Dagui confirmed that there was no abnormality on the cottage, he gave the order to climb the mountain.

Heavy rain caused inconvenience to the mountaineering on the one hand, and reduced visibility and the sound of military movement on the other. The stream-like rain continued to flow down his neck into Hou Dagui's armor, he ignored it, this was the first battle of his comeback, and it was also an opportunity to be ashamed, even if the sky fell now, he would continue to move forward.

The rain that flowed down the mountain road gathered like a small river, and later, the slope became steeper, and each step had to be fixed with a knife and spear before daring to take the next step. Rao is like this, but the soldiers did not complain at all, they just silently buried their heads in the road, like moving terracotta warriors and horses, appearing and disappearing in the rain curtain.

Hou Dagui's department ascended first, Zhao Dangshi, Xu Hui, and Hao Shaoqi followed, and under the mountain, Yang Chengfu was responsible for pressing the formation. In the dark night, a few lights could be faintly seen on the top of the mountain in the distance, and there, I am afraid that Wang Gao and the king of food were still having fun.

Zhao Dangshi took the lead, walked to the mountainside, raised his eyes and looked ahead, only to see a soldier at the crossing of the road waving a red pennant. The small flag was originally green, which means that the road ahead is unimpeded, but now it has been changed to red, indicating that Hou Dagui has won the first battle and has broken into the cottage.

"The brothers in front have already succeeded, everyone should work harder, kill them up the mountain, take their mother's kennel, and take the gold and silver for themselves!" Zhao Dangshi struck while the iron was hot and ordered the whole army to be agitated.

Since entering Sichuan, the rules of the Zhao camp are very strict, and there are few cases of large-scale plunder. Thinking that Wang Gao and the King of Eating have been jumping for a year, how could there be no gold and silver treasures? Now Zhao Dangshi made a promise, and all the soldiers at the moment were jubilant and enthusiastic, intending to speed up the pace, lest they fall behind, and in the excitement, many people slipped under their feet and messed up the team.

When Zhao Dangshi entered the cottage, the village was already in a mess, and he saw Hou Dagui running over laughing, holding a knife in his right hand and a human head in his left hand.

"Mr. Qian, look at this thief bird." Hou Dagui stuck the knife on the ground, took a sip, and lifted the messy hair of the man, and the face of a middle-aged man suddenly appeared, "This is Wang Gao, he was chopped off with his bare arms, and he is also called 'Black Tiger Mixed Sky Star', I think it is a broom star." ”

Zhao Dangshi praised and said: "Hou General is really brave, and he won the first place in one go, and this merit will be recorded on your head." Finally, he asked, "What about the King of Food?" ”

Hou Dagui shook his head and said, "The cottage is divided into east and west. The king of the east has a bunch of pus, which will collapse at the first touch, and those in the west are still a little hard, and they are still resisting stubbornly, but they can only survive for a while. ”

Zhao Dangshi turned to Hao Shaoqi and said: "You take people to support Xizhai, and you must completely annihilate the Food-Eater Department." At the same time, he said to Xu Hui, "You block the mountain road, and when you encounter a rout, don't take prisoners, and kill them all." ”

In this attack, the schedule came and went, and the more prisoners there was, the more burdens. Zhao Dangshi is not a soft-hearted person, and he will not wrinkle his eyebrows when he really wants to kill. The two generals took the order and left, and Zhao Dangshifu said to Hou Dagui: "Pass the order to go, seal the knife at sunrise, and dismantle the stockade to return to the army." ”

There is a lot of noise on the mountain, and there is no peace at the bottom of the mountain. Although Zhao Ying has already controlled the southwest main path, after all, he is not familiar with the geography, and there are still many defeated soldiers who flee along the forest paths.

Yang Zhaofeng, with a few cavalrymen, was patrolling back and forth at the foot of the mountain in the wind and rain. Stick thieves who lost their armor were constantly being slain by them. Since arriving at Jincheng Mountain, he clearly remembered that he had personally killed six people, which was even more than the total number of people he had killed before.

"Captain Wu, it's someone again!" He was staring at the dark clouds in the sky, and a rider near him raised his bow and whispered a reminder.

Yang Zhaofeng stared through the rain curtain and saw six people with muddy heads and staggering out of the grass. With a whistle, he and his men took a few steps back, then turned around, lined up, stretched out his bow and arrows, and aimed at the six men.

The six men also spotted the enemy in front of them, and three of them panicked and ran. Yang Zhaofeng gave an order, and several feather arrows came out of the string, dividing three people. Two of the three were killed instantly, but only one was hit by an arrow in the foot and fell to the puddle, wailing loudly.

The other three were more calm, and when the leader saw that the round was over, he took advantage of the opportunity to make up the arrow and pull the string, and fled to the diagonal li. They were very fast, and they were leaning on the rocks and trees, and they were about to flee when they saw it. Yang Zhaofeng was in a hurry, hiding his bow and drawing his sword, wanting to urge the horse to pursue, but suddenly saw that the three people in front of him seemed to have a dispute with themselves, and after chasing two more steps, the three people were actually fighting together and began to kill each other.

When the cavalry surrounded the three of them, two of them were already dead, and the rest of them were panting and trembling, looked at Yang Zhaofeng, squatted down, and cut off the head of the leading man neatly, kneeling and saying: "This is the king of food, the villain abandons the darkness and turns to the light, and uses this head for his life!" ”

Yang Zhaofeng was stunned at first, and then overjoyed. Not to mention that he had done nothing in the rogue before, even if he entered the Zhao camp and became a military commander, he only ran around and swept the battlefield and cleaned the battlefield, which basically had nothing to do with great achievements. This king of food is the two thieves alongside Wang Gao, and he doesn't want to capture and kill, but today he can fall into his hands.

He was just about to say good words to soothe the man who surrendered, when the sound of horses' hooves sounded like thunder behind his head. Turning his head and looking back, the cement splashed on the path, dozens of cavalry came in clusters, one person had distinct armor, and he came out of it, who was not the second brother Yang Chengfu?

"What do you mean?" Yang Chengfu asked as he glared at the kneeling man.

"This man is offered as the head of the King of Food." Yang Zhaofeng was very proud and couldn't hide the joy in his heart. This is the first time he has made such a contribution, and he can finally give his brother a long face.

"The Eater?" Yang Chengfu's eyes lit up, and he looked at the head held in the hand of the person who surrendered to sincerity with wide eyes, "It's about to be taken!" ”

Left and right handed over the head to Yang Chengfu, he didn't say a word, tied it to the edge of the saddle, grabbed the horse to leave, and then looked at the person who was still kneeling in the blood, and coldly threw down a sentence: "Cut." ”

Yang Zhaofeng was shocked when he heard this, and said hurriedly: "Brother, this person has merit in surrendering, how can he kill ...... in vain?"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a black in front of him, and then his face began to hurt hotly. It was Yang Chengfu who was angry and whipped it.

"Brother......" He was angry and anxious, so aggrieved.

Yang Chengfu didn't wait for him to speak, and scolded angrily: "What a bastard, Mr. Qian has already ordered that no one is allowed to stay, and if you openly disobey Lao Tzu, you will also be implicated by you!" Besides, how can this kind of thing that sells for glory survive, today he can kill the king of food, and tomorrow it is difficult to guarantee that he will not kill you and me. The anger surged up, and when he said that, even his voice was shady, "You remember this whip." If you don't understand the rules like a girl next time, Lao Tzu won't spare you again! After speaking, the horse went away, and dozens of subordinates followed closely with the whistling.

Yang Zhaofeng was humiliated by this, and the original joy in his heart had long since disappeared. He felt that the tears were not stopping in his eyes, and in sadness, he turned the horse's head and gently wiped it away by wiping the rain from his eyes.

Soon, a scream came from behind. Mixed with the sound of rain, it was terrible.