"Hiss......"

The red rabbit roared, like a tiger roaring and a dragon roaring.

Its stature is already much taller than that of ordinary war horses, and even if it is carrying two people, it is as fast as the wind.

After a spin in the circle, it suddenly jumped high.

As if out of thin air, he flew over the herd of horses and landed among the guards.

Like a red rabbit falling from the sky, it trampled to death three or four people as soon as it appeared.

Holding Zhao Yingluo with one hand and her eyes closed, Lin Su took the knife in her hand and turned into a flood of light and shadow.

Too much force beyond ordinary people made him a sea of blood everywhere he passed.

Under the flickering cold light, a bloody path was rushed away.

"Kill!"

Behind him, the eight tigers will chase after the horses at the same time.

The long dragon of more than fifty people, like a man-eating python, exploded throughout the barracks.

Swift as the wind, Lin Su took the lead, like the bloody mouth of a giant python, breaking through the enemy's defenses.

With more than 50 fierce generals, with the imperial tent as the center, they began to circulate.

The sharp blade in his hand is constantly harvesting the lives of the panicked soldiers.

Song Huizong, who was in the circle, was surrounded by guards.

The soldiers who were separated from the periphery had to be attacked on their backs.

The screams and wails were endless.

The entire barracks seemed to have turned into a hell.

"Protect the Holy Driver!"

"Protect the Emperor!"

"They're ghosts......"

Where have these soldiers, who are usually pampered, ever seen such a terrible killing.

Lin Su, who even the Jin soldiers were afraid of, how could they deal with it.

Originally, they wanted to win more than few, but now they realized that no matter how many sheep they were, they couldn't kill the wolves.

Moreover, where is this wolf.

It's just a hungry tiger.

Reaping the lives of this flock of weak sheep.

The most terrifying thing is Lin Su, who is holding Zhao Yingluo with one hand.

His horse can bite and step on people, and his knife is a sharp weapon for killing.

"Sit tight!"

Lin Su, who was on the horse, suddenly said a word to Zhao Yingluo in his arms.

At the same time, as soon as he stepped on the stirrup, the whole person jumped in the air.

Like a dragon soaring into the sky.

When he fell again, he returned to the mountain like a tiger.

The light of the knife flickered, and more than ten people around were overturned to the ground.

didn't stop, Lin Su kept rushing left and right.

At this moment, Guan Suo, Qin Feng and Yang Zaixing are protecting Zhao Yingluo's body and body.

Zhao Yingluo, who had her eyes closed, hugged the saddle tightly, only feeling as if she had fallen into an endless hell.

All around is the wailing of ghosts.

In the sea of corpses and blood, she felt as if tens of thousands of years had passed.

The fishy smell in her snort made her gag again and again.

Just as the killing was in full swing here, a roar like thunder was heard in the distance.

"I'm here!"

The sound alone shook the ears of several soldiers who were close to each other.

Immediately after, a behemoth rushed into the formation from the outside without hindrance.

It's not that no one stopped him.

But the sledgehammer in his hand, which weighed 100 catties, carried the wind of annihilation.

Whoever is struck will suddenly turn into a pulp.

The appearance of Yuanba made the crying and wailing around him even better.

"Those who kneel on the ground will not die!"

Lin Su jumped back on his horse and roared.

Although it was both the enemy and us at this time, they were both Song people after all.

If he can not kill, he is still willing to let him live.

"Help......"

"I'm quitting......"

"I surrender...... Don't kill me......"

"Please...... Don't kill me."

Hearing this, a large number of soldiers began to kneel on the ground and beg for mercy.

The layers of corpses around him made the soldiers of the Guards Division no longer have the courage to fight.

These people are not human at all, they are a bunch of devils from hell.

How can a man fight the devil?

Finally, as the number of people resisting became fewer and fewer, most of them fell to their knees.

Holding their weapons aloft, they trembled uncontrollably.

They don't want to be promoted and get rich, they just want to live.

"Stand up! Useless brute! Stand up for me! ”

In front of the imperial tent, Song Huizong looked at the scene in front of him with a pale face.

Under the roaring bonfire, large swaths of soldiers knelt there.

Five thousand elites, half beheaded, half surrendered.

There were less than a hundred guards left around him.

From time to time, people rushed out, kneeling on the ground and pleading.

And with one by one dark shadows, came from the darkness.

The masks worn by the ghost group are terrifying.

From beginning to end, they did not say a word, and the knives in their hands were stained red with blood.

That look is like a terrible ghost crawling out of hell.

"Emperor Taishang, it seems that you are gone!"

Lin Su rode a horse, hugged Zhao Yingluo, and came to the imperial tent step by step.

The white robe dyed red by blood made him even more imposing.

Behind him, more than 50 people from the fierce general's regiment also followed.

Compared to them, the so-called elite guards kneeling on the ground were so ridiculous.

"What are you going to do...... Yingluo ...... Help me......"

Looking at Lin Su, Song Huizong sensed the approach of death.

At this moment, he remembered and asked Zhao Yingluo for help.

"Emperor Taishang, you won't die, but they ...... Can't live! ”

Lin Su glanced at Bai Ze.

The ghost group suddenly moved.

In the blink of an eye, the last dozens of soldiers who were still guarding Song Huizong were cut to the ground.

This is the price of not surrendering.

Lin Su...... We can work together...... You helped me restore...... I...... Make you king! ”

Where had Song Huizong ever seen such a terrible thing.

But the greed for imperial power made him not forget it and wooed Lin Su.

"Come, please Emperor Tai, return to Beijing!"

Lin Su was too lazy to talk nonsense with this kind of soft bones.

With a wave of his hand, Yang Zaixing walked up.

The dragon chariot parked on the side is still intact.

"Emperor Taishang, do you go by yourself, or will I help you?"

Yang Zaixing looked at Song Huizong with a smile.

"I am the ...... of the Ninety-Five"

Song Huizong still wanted to put on a score, but suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck.

"That's a lot of nonsense, let's go up!"

Yuan Ba stretched out his hand and threw him into the dragon chariot like a chicken.

Guan Suo, Qin Feng and the others also invited the queens, concubines, and maidservants who were huddled in the tent out.

Yang Zaixing jumped into the carriage, drove the six horses, and headed in the direction of Bianliang City.

The rest of the people gathered the remaining female dependents behind a few phoenixes, and also followed.

Zhao Yingluo took the initiative to ask to accompany her father in the dragon chariot.

In this regard, Lin Su naturally did not stop anything.

The fierce general regiment escorted the left and right, and the group returned overnight.

It's just that he knows that he and Song Huizong's Liangzi are getting deeper and deeper.

"Good job tonight, clean up the battlefield, and then go back to the manor to recuperate."

Lin Su turned his horse and came to Bai Ze.

After this battle, the combat effectiveness of the ghost regiment surpassed that of the fierce generals.

Especially their assassination in the shadows, which is perfect.

It seems that this future will focus on assassination training.

"Yes!"

Bai Ze agreed, and with the ghost group, he disappeared into the darkness again.

After dealing with the matter here, Lin Su chased after the large army.