The sound of hooves rolled, and Yang He and the other nine horsemen rushed like a whirlwind, and soon, they came to thirty steps in front of the brigade. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, the situation on the battlefield was chaotic, Zhang Fangyu and some horse bandits were fighting with Qian Likui and other dart masters in front, and his unwilling roar could be heard from afar.

Some chaotic foot bandits around the horse team fought fiercely with the executioners of the dart game and the soldiers of the Yang River team.

A large number of foot bandits gathered behind, and the whole team was shouted by some old thieves.

There are some bandits running around, and there are many people who are being threatened to run or hide, and some people have joined the team to fight against the bandits.

Looking at the situation, Zhang Fangyu was very unwilling, with some henchmen still resisting stubbornly, maybe this situation was something he couldn't have imagined earlier, with nearly a hundred horse thieves and thousands of thieves intending to snatch the beauty, but he didn't want to lose his troops and lose his generals, and suffered heavy losses.

Not to mention the foot thieves, now his ninety-six horse thieves were the first to be shot by Yang He, and then Yang He rode and shot them and lost twenty-one and two horses, twenty or thirty horses chased out, and the rest of the horse bandits also fled separately and did not return to the brigade.

Half of Zhang Fangyu's nearly 100 horse thieves have gone, and now he has more than 40 horsemen, facing about 20 horsemen led by Qian Likui, the people are panicked, and they don't have much will to fight, and many horse thieves are looking around, all want to get out of the battlefield and escape from this place.

Seeing that Zhang Fangyu was still roaring and unwilling, as long as his own people were forced forward, they would soon collapse.

The sound of hooves was chaotic, Yang He and the others rolled off their horses one by one, and at a distance of twenty steps from the team, they all took out their own step bows, and then with heavy arrows in their hands, they all bent their bows and arrows.

At this time, some foot bandits in the rear had already discovered Yang He and them, and they instantly screamed in horror.

Suddenly, the bowstring shook like a storm, and the whistling arrows shot at the bandits with a visible trajectory, and in a terrible scream, the bandits fell one after another.

Qualified archers can shoot twelve arrows in a row in a hurry, and Yang He, as an elite, although they are tired from fighting, still shoot thirteen or fourteen arrows in one go.

One by one, the bandits fell to the ground with a muffled grunt, first the foot bandits, then the horse thieves, one by one, screaming, and the thieves panicked.

Seeing that they were neighing and there was no threat, Yang He suddenly put away his bow and got on the horse, shouting: "Gentlemen, kill the thief with me!" ”

As soon as he drew his long knife from the saddle, he swung it and rushed into the bandits.

"Kill the thief!"

The ninth master drank heavily, there was a feeling of numbness in his scalp, as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest, remembering the years when he followed the eldest brother and them, it was too long.

He jumped on his horse, drew the wax rod from the victory hook, and with a swing, he also controlled the horse and rushed forward.

and Qian Sanniang, who also rushed with a mace.

There were also a number of dart masters, all with various weapons, who also followed.

"Kill!"

Yang He rode directly towards the panicked crowd, and didn't care how many people he stepped on.

He grasped the hilt of the knife with both hands, and the sharp blade slashed at the head of the person in front of him, and the feeling of the quick knife cutting through the flesh and bones made the two heads wrapped in red turbans fly high, and the remaining shaking corpses spurted blood and fell.

With horsepower, Yang He rushed all the way, and the long knife in his hand didn't need to be used hard at all, just cut it directly.

The bandits are not wearing armor, wearing cotton jackets or leather jackets, and the protection is very low.

Yang He didn't stop at all, his legs between the horse's belly, all the way forward, the long knife in his hand slashed when he saw someone, and the mist of blood accompanied his body.

And behind Yang He, the white wax rod in the hands of the ninth master seemed to have eyes, just to the throat of the surrounding bandits, the door, and the chest of a few places, picking, scratching, and shaking, as long as he took it, it would be lifeless.

There is also Qian Sanniang, who smashed the mace in her hand on the bandit's head, and was smashed by her, all of them were the result of brain splattering.

They rushed away, invincible, the earlier arrow rain, Yang He and others shot more than a hundred arrows, the bandits have suffered heavy casualties, and then look at Yang He and others rushing violently, or attacking from behind, how can they still have morale?

They screamed and fled in all directions, whether it was a foot thief or a horse thief, Zhang Fangyu's roaring threat had no effect.

And Qian Likui and other dart masters who were fighting hard in front of them were greatly boosted, chopping melons and vegetables against the panicked bandits in front of them, and for a while, the thieves were defeated like a mountain.

Suddenly, Yang He shouted, he danced with a long knife, the bright knife light shone, accompanied by the rain of blood, a horse thief passing by him was cut in half obliquely by him, the horse screamed miserably, and rushed away with a shaking lower body.

Yang He's body was splattered with blood, and the thrill of killing welled up in his heart.

He held the knife in his hand and looked around, but the bandits around him were all screaming, and they were all far away from him.

Zhang Fangyu looked at Yang He, a young man who was originally full of arrogance and viciousness.

He looked at the chaos around him, and his obedient men were fleeing, and his ears were full of terrible howls, one after another, that his subordinates were being slaughtered.

His face turned pale and he had to admit that he was defeated.

He stared at Yang He hatefully, he now knew that the reason why he was defeated was not because of the Ninth Master, but because of the refugee team of unknown origin.

The leader is the scholar not far away.

The man was younger than him, and like him, he wore a crimson cloak with a mink fur around his collar.

But compared to his lost soul, the young man was in high spirits.

"Hate!"

Zhang Fangyu's heart is a deep hatred in the bone marrow.

But he can't help it, the tide is gone, and he must escape.

Several henchmen and horse thieves beside him also shouted anxiously, pulled his horses, and fled to the south.

Yang He glanced around, and suddenly he saw something, and thrust the long knife into the ground, Kaiyuan Qiang Bow in his hand, and a heavy arrow was put on it.

He slowly pulled the bow away from his horse, and the 158-pound upper-force bow creaked as he pulled it, and he aimed at a man, the arrow of the heavy arrow moving slowly.

Yang He aimed.

Suddenly the tightening sound of the bowstring, a heavy arrow whizzed away.

Dozens of paces away, the figure in the crimson cloak and the purple scarf was shocked, and the body fell to the saddle.

A few horse thieves beside him barked and tugged at his reins, and they quickly rode away with each other.

Yang He looked at the back, he knew that the person was Zhang Fangyu, and he didn't know if he had killed him with an arrow.

But whether he lives or dies, if he is hit by his own arrow, he will definitely not feel good.

And with the arrow of Yang He, it also announced the victory of the battle.

……

"Won!"

There was jubilation in the field, there was a commotion in the carriage, and then Wang Qiong'e got off the car, she was still wearing a lying rabbit on her head, wearing a mink jacket, accompanied by the little girl Wang Tian'er, and a few old mothers, followed by Uncle Huang and Steward Yan.

The guards of the Yan Mansion were also scattered around, and when Yang He and the others went to counterattack earlier, they had stayed in the car formation and did not follow to kill the enemy.

Wang Qiong'e walked to a big car and looked down the official road in the cold wind.

Wang Tian'er beside him looked at it and said happily: "Victory, Yang Xianggong is so powerful!" ”

Wang Qiong'e's face was also full of emotion, she looked at the figure on the horse not far away, and sighed: "With only one hundred and thirty-five people fighting against more than a thousand thieves, there are nearly a hundred horse thieves among them, and they actually won." ”

Her melodious voice with a magnetic voice came out, and she was full of sighs: "I know how to strategize, battle formation, I can kill the enemy when I get on the horse, I can take charge of the soldiers when I get off the horse, and I still show off my talents, and the concubine originally thought that such a scholar would no longer be seen." ”

Steward Yan listened, he stiffened his neck and looked down, silent.

Uncle Huang beside him stroked his beard and smiled: "Miss is right, the young people in Fucheng only know how to chant the wind and the moon, and there are indeed too few people like Yang Xianggong who read the moon. Our trip to Xuzhou, on the way back, we can meet people like Yang Xianggong, which is also a worthwhile trip. ”

He said tentatively: "I heard that Yang Xianggong is going to settle in Pizhou, can you?" ”

Wang Qiong'e groaned slightly, but shrewdness appeared on her charming face: "It is very unwise to talk shallow and deep, it is still feasible to make a good fate, and we have to see what happens in the future." ”

Uncle Huang nodded, he still admired Miss's ability, and she basically took care of the heavy affairs of the two families.

In particular, she has a very accurate vision for people, and she is full of experience and training, and she is a well-mannered person, and few people doubt that she is the master.

……

"Won?"

Kang Youyin and the others on the embankment were dumbfounded, they paid close attention to the situation below in the willow forest, and saw the thieves rushing earlier, and the car array was in danger, and they planned to go down to help and respond, but in a blink of an eye, the thieves were defeated and retreated, and the people in the car formation chased them out, and then fought in a melee.

As they were nervous, the thieves scattered and were defeated, and even the thieves on horseback shouted and fled desperately.

This rabbit is up and down, enough for them to see dizzyingly.

"Is it Yang Xianggong who is in charge over there?"

The shallow old man hesitated to ask the two sons beside him, he was old and dazzled, and he couldn't see the situation there very clearly.

"Seems to be ......"

His eldest son, Kang Mingming, hesitated to reply.

He felt that the leader should be Yang Xianggong.

Kang Youyin groaned, and he suddenly said, "The pot of carp soup is still warm, right?" Hurry up and bring it to the end. (To be continued.) )