However, Yang He didn't care to look at it, at this time, there were bandits breaking in from the east and south of the car formation, and even a steady stream of bandits climbed in from the cart. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, the long soldiers were not easy to use, and Yang He ordered the spearmen to retreat, and they cooperated behind the executioners and sword and shield hands, and when the short soldiers were fighting, they held spears and stabbed the bandits in front of them.

Screams, roars, blade clashes, and the battle heats up.

Yang He held a long knife in his hand, he looked at the surrounding situation, Qian Sanniang was dancing with a mace, no thief dared to approach the section she guarded, Jiu Ye had already put away his bow and arrows, his long soldiers used white wax rods, and short soldiers were a machete.

He danced with a big sword, and killed many thieves one after another.

Chen Qiuao held a knife in one hand and a shield in the other, and he carried the sword and shield of the two bandits without falling behind, and the palladium he had encountered cooperated with him.

It can be seen that the bandits are fierce on the outside, but they are at the end of their crossbows, and as long as they retreat this wave, the bandits will be defeated.

With a sound of "wave", Chen Qiuao slashed down with a knife, and was blocked by the bandit's sword and shield hand, and was once stabbed by the palladium, and was also restrained by another bandit's sword and shield hand.

The two thieves are so cooperative, looking at their appearance, they may still be brothers.

Yang He rushed forward, he stole an empty space, stabbed out with a horse chopping knife in his hand, and stabbed through the empty door on the left rib of a bandit sword and shield hand.

With a "poof", the chill was pressing, and the extremely powerful blade pierced the thief's body, and a rain of blood sprayed out with the tip of the knife.

The thief's eyes widened suddenly, and his face was full of disbelief.

In fact, he didn't pay attention to Chen Qiuao, he once met Yang He behind the two, but although this person was narrowly dressed, holding a horse chopping knife and wearing a cloak, he was an elegant scholar and did not look very threatening.

So although he paid some attention, most of his attention was on Chen Qiuao and the others, and he didn't expect the scholar to suddenly become a murderer.

Yang He drew his long knife, and the blood rain fell like a fountain.

The thief looked at his wounds in a daze, and the blood mist was so desolate in the cold weather.

He staggered, and eventually collapsed with his eyes wide open, dead and dead.

"Brother......

A terrible roar rang out from the mouth of another bandit sword and shield hand, and he threw down Zeng Youyu, roared, roared, and rushed towards Yang River with his sword and shield.

A grim smile appeared on Yang He's face, let's go to hell together with the two brothers.

He rushed with a knife, a big spin, the waist force bloomed with the long knife, and the brilliant sword light flashed again.

Chen Qiuao and Zeng Youyu hurriedly retreated, they already had experience and knew that Yang Xianggong was going to make a big move.

They were armed with weapons, but they responded from afar.

The fierce silver light shrouded the past, and the bandit sword and shield hand was angry, and at this time he had to turn to attack and defend.

He is also a good hand, and the shield in his hand can block the silver light from the arc.

It's just that the sound of the shield blocking the "wave" of the knife did not appear, the inside was hardwood, and the leather shield covered with cowhide on the outside was "scorned" and cut, just like a hot knife cutting butter.

Then the brilliant arc light continued to slash, instantly passing through his arms, chest and waist, with a few traces of blood flashing from the back of his waist.

Yang He paused with his knife and maintained his posture.

The bandit stood still, his face was full of sluggishness, and suddenly his shield and arm fell, all half, and then blood flew like a fountain, and the whole person was shrouded in blood mist.

His upper body slowly cracked, sliding down with the help of blood.

The lower half of his body also staggered, and finally fell to the ground, mixed with a large pile of blood and internal organs.

The surroundings seemed to be quiet, and Yang He heard the voice of Wang Tian'er, the little girl in the carriage: "Wow, what a mighty man, there are people in the world who are more fierce than Sister Guse." ”

Yang He's heart moved: "Sister Guse, do you mean Qian Sanniang?" ”

Sanniang is just commonly known as the ranking, so at this time, the man calls Da Lang and Erlang, and the name of the strong woman seems to be Qian Guse.

"Yo Yo Lu Ming, eat the wild Qin. I have guests, drums and pianos. The drums and drums are harmonious and harmonious. I have a purpose to drink, with the heart of Yanle guests. ”

The name is supposed to come from the Book of Songs. Lesser. This sentence from "Deer Song".

In ancient times, the name was quite exquisite, there were female poetry, male Chu Ci, Wen Lunyu, Wu Zhou Yizhi said, I don't know if this name was taken by her father Jiuye, or asked another husband to take it.

But at this time, Yang He didn't think much about it, and saw a bandit jumping down from the cart next to him with a short axe, and he stabbed it with a long knife.

"Poof", before the bandit could see the situation in the car formation, his throat was pierced, his eyes were wide open, his eyes were dilated, and after the long knife was drawn, the short axe fell, covering the bloody wound and rolling to the ground.

Yang He still didn't stay, and went to the car formation with a knife, Chen Qiuao, and the two of them were busy following behind.

There are all kinds of things, and the ninth master Qian Zhongyong also caught a glimpse, he opened his mouth in surprise, and he also followed.

A knife-wielding bandit roared and rushed towards Yang He, Yang He's long knife stabbed suddenly, "poof" sound, the sharp long knife pierced his body, the bandit's mouth blood gushed out in large quantities, and the knife in his hand also fell to the ground.

Then Yang He slashed the horse and swept with a long knife.

Blood rained down, and the heads of two bandits who pounced on them with their waist knives flying into the sky.

Along with them, there were two right arms holding large knives.

Yang He was silent, and walked towards the car formation, not far away Qian Sanniang's mace was smashing a bandit's head, her cold face was covered by the red tasseled felt hat and couldn't see clearly, only the tall figure and the crimson cloak were constantly raised.

"When."

A bandit with a big stick struck hard, Yang He's long knife was standing, and the big stick was hitting the handle of the long knife and copper stick, and the sound of buzzing gold and iron clashing.

As soon as Yang He's arms shook, the bandit with the big stick staggered backwards and fell out, hitting the back of the cart hard.

Then he yelled and pounced, followed by two bandits who jumped out of the cart.

Yang He shouted, the long knife rotated and danced again, his waist strength was carried, and the silver sword light flashed brightly.

The silver arc whirlwind flashed, and the three bandits suddenly froze, their faces were full of sluggish expressions, and then, just like their "predecessors", the waist part continued to spray blood mist, and finally split horizontally, blood and all kinds of messy things poured all over the ground.

The surrounding area was quiet, and both sides were terrified, and many people looked at the corpses on the ground.

Yang He's face was covered with blood, and his expression was very fierce.

His cloak was even more bloodstained, mixed with the crimson color, which was still so eye-catching, which was also a symbol of his strength and achievements.

He put away his knife, and once again remained silent, and went back to the chariot.

That Qian Sanniang also caught a glimpse of this scene, her face was full of surprise, she looked at Yang He again and again, and followed with a mace full of bloodstained and minced meat.

and his eldest brother Qian Likui, who was also full of admiration, followed with a knife.

Her fourth brother, Qian Lijue, opened his mouth and unconsciously followed.

There are also Minister Yang, Hu Employment, and various dart masters, etc., more and more people are following behind Yang He.

Looking at the bandits' side again, their faces were full of horror, and they looked at Yang He as if they were looking at the king of Hades.

Yang He approached, and they retreated unconsciously, and many of them rolled their Adam's apple rapidly, with frightened expressions on their faces.

Suddenly, a thief with an axe shouted, threw down the axe in his hand, turned around and fled out of the cart, but unexpectedly tripped and fell to the ground when he crossed the handlebar.

Yang He took a step forward and stabbed him, and with a "poof", the extremely sharp blade pierced his body.

The thief screamed bitterly, but was resisted by Yang He, only struggling on all fours, twitching desperately on the ground.

Like an order, all the thieves screamed loudly, crawled one by one, threw away their weapons, and fled out of the chariot.

They were so frightened, they all screamed bitterly, and they only hated their father and mother for missing two legs.

Jiu Ye and the others chased after him and slashed and slashed, but at this time, none of the bandits had the courage to turn back and resist, their morale had completely collapsed, and they only hoped to crawl away.

Yang He's long knife stood suddenly, and he was a little out of breath when he killed many thieves, and his face was full of excitement when he saw Jiu Ye hacking a bandit to his side.

There are also everyone in the car formation, from the dart master to their own soldiers, all of them are excited, and the thieves have finally collapsed.

Yang He said: "Ninth Master, you must pursue immediately, and you can't give the thieves a chance to form a team." ”

Ninth Master Qian Zhongyong nodded vigorously, he was already convinced by Yang He, today I saw what is a scholar who has both civil and military skills, both civil and military, and is still so young, and he is even more talented at a young age.

He knew that Yang Xianggong was right, although the thieves were defeated, the backbone of their horse team was still there, and they couldn't give them the opportunity to regroup and even attack the horse team.

Take advantage of this time to chase them out, drive them away, break up their horses, and your own cavalry can also flank them.

The two of them quickly discussed, let the executioners chase them out first, and the soldiers of Yang He's team also rushed to kill in formation, and his eldest son Qian Likui led dozens of darts and horses to drive the rout frontally, and then they attacked on the flank.

Yang He proposed that he also join the team of mounted archery, and the ninth master nodded, he was already a little numb to Yang Xianggong's ability.

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The soldiers pulled the cart one after another to facilitate the passage, and the knights pulled the horses to the back of the official road, and when they passed by the carriage, Yang He saw Wang Qiong'e in the carriage constantly looking at him.

Uncle Huang stood beside the carriage, he held a waist knife, and nodded with a friendly smile at Yang He.

There are also the long-term followers of the Yan Mansion, who have cast admiration and even awe-inspiring glances.

Only Steward Yan looked at him, his expression still a little dumbfounded.

After Yang He arrived at the official road, he saw that his younger brothers and sisters were safe and sound, and his heart was slightly relieved, there was a big pot on the side, but it was boiling water, ready to rescue the wounded, and Li Jiale, an apprentice in the medical hall, pouted his ass and was busy.

Yang He didn't care about looking at it, and after giving orders to make arrangements, he got on the horse under the service of Minister Yang, stuck the horse cutting knife horizontally on the saddle, and rode his own horse.

He drew the five-force bow from the bow pot on the right side of the saddle and looked at it, the horse bow was still good, and the pot was full of light arrows.

Look at the left and right, Jiu Ye, his daughter Qian Sanniang, and his fourth son Qian Lijue are all riding on horses, and there are seven dart masters who are good at riding and shooting, all of them are equipped with their own horse bow weapons, they are the same as Yang He, they generally use five-force bows, only Qian Lijue uses four-force bows.

Their weapons are different, the ninth master uses a white wax rod, and his daughter Qian Sanniang still uses a mace.

Her heavy weapon is also horizontal in the saddle, and her mace is horizontally in the saddle and does not fall off, possibly by her own design.

She stood on the ground obviously higher than the surrounding dart masters, and after riding the horse, she glanced at Yang He, especially on his horse chopping knife, her eyes under the red tasseled felt hat were as bright as stars, and the cold wind blew her cloak from time to time, and the sound of hunting.

Seeing that their numbers are not small, it is clear that these people did not suffer any casualties during the battle.

Only the dart masters led by Qian Likui had fewer familiar figures, and in the fierce fighting, they didn't know who was killed or injured.

The military situation was urgent, and everyone didn't care about saying much, Qian Likui shouted, pulled out the white wax pole, and led the horse team that he was pursuing head-on and rushed to the official road.

and Yang He, on the side of the Ninth Master, also controlled the horse with his legs and rushed to the right side of the official road.

The cart here has been moved, and everyone is riding their horses and standing beside the official road, below is the tide of thieves and thieves, and behind is Zhang Fangyu's panicked horse team.

Seeing the rout rushing forward, there was a chariot formation chasing team behind them, and even a horse team, some of them shouted in panic, and some of them bent their bows and arrows.

"Kill the thief!"

The ninth master took the lead, and rushed down with the horse, followed by his daughter Qian Sanniang and son Qian Lijue.

Yang He and the rest of the dart masters also rushed down, the horses' hooves rumbling, with unimaginable momentum.

Yang He rode his horse and galloped, all the way over, it was always so difficult, and the thieves who couldn't finish killing were charming.

"Where is the paradise in the world?"

Probably not.

Maybe......

Only in my heart.

I remember that in Du Wei's dilapidated house, he said that the fire burned all the darkness.

The darkness is so thick and survival is so difficult, so use your own hands to fight all the way to the bloody road.

The horses galloped, and the cold wind roared in the ears.

"Whoosh!"

An arrow roared, growing larger and larger in Yang He's pupils.

The rivers and mountains are magnificent, and the Yellow River is rolling eastward.

End of Volume 1

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