The Jiaoshan bandits worked hard to open the village gate and destroy the suspension bridge. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, the gate of the village was opened, and the drawbridge was lowered by itself, but what rushed out was a group of death.

Yang He rushed to the front with a horse chopping knife in hand, and the cold wind puffed up his mink cloak, which was scarlet.

His heavy footsteps stepped on the suspension bridge, and the horse chopping knife in his hand was shining coldly and sharp.

When he crossed the drawbridge, he saw that some horses were still neighing in circles, but the rope hook was still hooked on the drawbridge, and one end was attached to the saddle, and even if the drawbridge was lowered, these creatures who had lost their owners did not know what to do.

Just accepted it, and added another war horse to the village.

Then there were dead and wounded corpses of men and horses, blood and all kinds of internal organs flowing all over the ground, which was very tragic.

After all, it's a firecracker, not like a knife or an arrow.

Blood mixed with remnant snow stepped on his feet, Yang He glanced at it, there should be no life, but at this time, Yang He suddenly saw a figure in the pile of corpses in front of him move, after he got up, he quickly went to untie the rope buckle of the saddle next to him, and then turned over and got on the horse.

But it was a remnant of a horse thief, and his left arm was a little inflexible, and he may have been hit in the arm and fell off his horse.

But now they have to run away.

Yang He was about to catch up, when suddenly there was a bang on the wall, and the figure on the horse shook and fell off the horse again.

I don't know which of the three marksmen hit him.

Yang He stepped forward to look, the horse thief opened his mouth wide, blood kept gushing out, this time he was really dead.

Seeing that his face is somewhat similar to one of the Zhang brothers, I don't know which one it is.

Yang He looked ahead, and the tide of routs was all over the field, shouting and shouting, and running away one by one.

The area near the suspension bridge is still full of bandit corpses, struggling and screaming bandits wounded, looking at them, most of them are old thieves.

The Jiaoshan bandits are in front of the old thieves, although they are full of attack and oppression, but once they are killed or wounded, they are all the backbone essence.

According to rough estimates, the number of casualties and losses of the 300 old battalions they came to after being attacked by various attacks, especially the 10,000 enemy platoons in this formation, is afraid to be more than 200 people.

It was devastating.

So as soon as the backbone of the old battalion was destroyed, the remaining ordinary bandits quickly collapsed.

When the time came for pursuit, Yang He ordered the commandos to catch up with him, and then the killer team followed, keeping the queue.

He took his knife and pursued a group of fleeing bandits in front of him, who seemed to be old battalions, all of them were strong and strong when they fled, and there were several archers and sword and shield bearers, especially one who might have been hit by the fragments of ten thousand enemies, and walked with a limp.

Such a person must not be let go, Yang He chased up, he strode on the weeds and residual snow, and the armor leaves on his body rattled.

The bandits turned around, all of them scattered, and when they saw something, a group of ironclad soldiers was striding after them.

The leader is holding a long, chilling horse chopping knife.

They regretted it even more, they had known that this group of homeless people had such equipment, and they would not say anything to beat the idea of this group.

At this time, everyone also understood that the "officers and soldiers" incident that had caused a lot of noise in the village a few days ago was actually the group of people who had newly entered the village.

Especially the injured old thief, who screamed even more bitterly, asking the brother who fled in front of him to wait for him.

It's just that those bandits are all running for their lives, where can they take care of him?

Yang He grabbed a few steps, stabbed with a horse chopping knife in his hand, and heard a "poof", the creepy sound of the blade penetrating the body, Yang He's horse chopping knife had been exposed from the front chest of the injured bandit, and the blood splashed with the sharp blade.

The bandit's body shook, and then Yang He's horse chopping knife was drawn, and blood was sprinkled like a fountain.

The thief stood, shook for a moment, and then threw himself to the ground.

Rolling blood flowed out, and the cold air was filled with the smell of blood when neutral.

Yang He took a deep breath, holding the long knife, ignoring the red blood dripping from the tip of the knife.

It's the smell of killing.

And that's just the beginning.

He wants to make his enemies understand that the price of daring to offend him will be unbearable.

He was heavily armored, and he still chased after him with a loud bang, and then the long knife slashed down sharply, and a fleeing bandit in front of him screamed, and his neck was directly cut off in half, and the wound was diagonally slanted to his right arm.

Blood and bones are exposed.

Flesh and blood mist flying.

A bandit sword and shield hand let out a terrible howl, turned around, raised his knife and slashed at Yang He viciously.

With a loud bang, Han Daxia stepped forward, the shield in his hand blocked the split, and the long knife in Yang He's hand stabbed and stabbed while the bandit's door was wide open.

With a "poof", the long knife fiercely pierced through his left eye and pierced directly through the back of his head, blood mixed with white brain pulp.

Another bandit howled with a short axe, and Chen Qiuao stepped forward, and the long knife in his hand slashed at his left neck.

Blood splattered, and the thief immediately rolled out, blood spurting wildly from his neck, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

A few more bandits screamed and pounced, apparently seeing that they could not escape, they turned back and fought for their lives.

After all, he is an old thief, and he also has a fierce and decisive side.

Chen Qiuao was on the right side of the Yang River, his shield blocked a long knife that was slashed fiercely, and the long knife in his hand stabbed with lightning and listened to the sound of penetrating people's flesh, and the body of this bandit was immediately pierced by the long knife, and the thief's eyes opened to the maximum.

He was as cold as if he had been immersed in an ice cellar, but it was extremely painful, and the instant feeling seemed to be immersed in ice water.

Then dizziness and weakness came over him, and he couldn't stand.

As soon as Chen Qiu'ao drew his long knife, blood spurted out wildly, sprinkled on his shield, and on his face, the bandit immediately staggered and shrank to the ground.

However, at this time, a bandit rushed fiercely with a heavy axe, and raised his axe high in front of Chen Qiuao.

Zhang Songtao, who was suddenly in the square, stepped forward, and the heavy big stick in his hand struck down, and the front end wrapped in cast iron hit his head hard.

With a loud bang, blood splattered with brains, and the bandit's head shattered, and the red tasseled felt hat on his head was deeply struck into it.

The thief's body trembled, his head was covered with blood, his eyes were protruding, and his burly body fell to the ground with a thud.

"Dang!"

Han Daxia's lower left side of Zeng Youyu flung the palladium in his hand, and a big knife chopped by a bandit was caught and thrown away by him, and then Minister Yang in the rear came up, and the big stick in his hand struck down, and the front end of the clad iron hit his head hard, and a stream of blood mist fragments was brought out.

The thief's head was relatively hard, and it was hit hard by a big stick, but it didn't break.

However, at this time, Han Daxia had already killed a bandit, and the long knife stabbed obliquely, and it passed between the thief's chest and abdomen.

……

Yang He is more satisfied, after all, he is a veteran, and the rescue of this mutual cooperation is timely, and Zhang Songtao, who is newly joined, has a relatively outstanding tacit understanding.

Soon, they dealt with the thieves who dared to turn back and fight desperately in this group, and made the rest of the people howl even more bitterly, and run away.

Several archers ran at the front of the group, and in order to survive, they turned back from time to time to shoot some arrows in an attempt to block them.

Not to mention that many people in the Yanghe Commando have shields, but occasionally arrows are shot on their bodies, and each person's thick armor leaf clangs, and the arrows fall off when they are shot on it.

Yang He also suffered four arrows before and after, but he was completely fine, and his iron armor provided him with good protection, and they chased and killed him, which can be described as invulnerable.

Of course, this "gun" refers to a gun with a cold weapon, and if he encounters a gun with a hot weapon, he will definitely run away.

However, seeing that a few bandit archers always turned around to shoot arrows and harass, Yang He was a little impatient, and he shouted: "Fire gun! ”

Zhang Chuzun responded, came out of the crowd, he held the winged tiger gun given by his younger brother Zhang Chuxun when he was about to leave the village, raised the gun and aimed at it, and there was a loud bang, and a bandit archer who turned around and shot arrows in front of him flew out.

Then he twisted his left hand, turned a gun, and aimed at a bandit archer, and with another buckle of the plate, the dragon's head fire rope fell, and there was a loud bang, and in the smoke of gunpowder, the bandit archer was beaten out again.

Then the remaining bandits did not dare to stay any longer, and ran as fast as they could, screaming one by one.

Yang He and the others continued to chase and kill, one by one the bandits were chased and killed by them, seeing that they couldn't escape, a bandit archer knelt down violently and wailed: "I am an archer, I can join the gang......"

Minister Yang stepped forward violently, slapped him on the head with a heavy stick, and scolded angrily: "You are a provocation, you offend me Xin'anzhuang, and you still want to join the gang?" ”

He hit it with a heavy blow, and the blood and brains of the bandit flew out, and he screamed miserably, and crawled on the ground, Minister Yang was merciless, and hit him with a stick and a stick, causing him to roll and scream all over the ground, and his face was bloody.

Eventually, his head was smashed into a mass of unrecognizable, fleshy flesh and blood.

The blood on the ground was everywhere, mixed with the remnants of the snow, and it was extremely bloody.

Zeng Youyu and Hu Cheng watched laughing wildly, Zhang Songtao smashed a bandit to the ground, he looked back, and had some heart palpitations.

I thought that Zhuang Zhong was full of ruthless guys, and even Yang Xianggong's scholars were so spicy.

However, as long as you are good to your own people, you must not show mercy to these bandits who harm the people, and you must kill them all.

……

Yang He and the others killed all these old bandits, and chased and eliminated a few gangs of bandits who seemed to be old camps, and then in their sight, they were all ordinary bandits running around.

They are everywhere, in the fields, and they are full of them.

Of course, Yang He will not let them go, it's not that ordinary bandits are good things, they just don't kill as many people as old thieves, and their combat skills are not as high as them.

Their hands are full of blood, just as when they slaughtered the villagers of "Li Zhuang", they must have been full of interest, cruelty and ruthlessness, and if they kill one more wicked person, the good people will be persecuted by ten.

It's just that these people don't fight very well, but when they escape, they are desperate, and they can't chase and kill far while they are wearing heavy armor.

The rest of the team had no horses, etc., and their feet were not necessarily able to catch up with a few people, and due to physical problems, each of them was at most two or three miles.

These bandits also know a lot about this area, and no one can find them wherever they go.

The old nest of the Jiaoshan bandits is not far from here, twenty or thirty miles, just hide, and you can run back to the village on the same day.

But how can you give up like this?

Seeing that the bandits were indeed in a rout, and there was no power to return to heaven, Yang He ordered a team of soldiers to go back and bring the war horses of him and Minister Yang, and then the Zhuangzhong firearms team and the old and weak came out to clean up the battlefield.

The commandos and killers continued to chase and kill, and in the end, he and Minister Yang rode on war horses, and if they could kill one more bandit, they would kill one more.

……

"Whoosh!"

The horse's bow crackled and the arrows whistled.

Twenty paces away, a thief who ran out of breath was an arrow in his heart.

Sharp arrows peeked through his chest, and the thief fell to a pool of blood without screaming.

Yang He had been chasing and killing several miles southwest of Xin'anzhuang, and he was on his horse, and there were many bandits who died under his arrows and swords.

Suddenly, his eyes froze, and a staggering figure in front of him on the right side, looking at his figure and demeanor, it seemed to be an old thief.

As soon as he touched the quiver, it was empty, a pot of light arrows, a pot of heavy arrows, and they were all empty.

And his arrows are not missing, you can imagine how many bandits will die under his bow and arrows.

Yang He looked at the figure coldly, it didn't matter if he didn't have arrows, he still had a knife.

He hurried to go immediately, unhurriedly.

"Stepping on ......"

The soft sound of horses' hooves, stepping on patches of residual snow, stirred up some snow flakes.

The bandit had no intention of turning back, and he was so frightened that he shouted and fled for his life.

Yang He still chased calmly, the fiery red war horse, the bloody battle armor, the red cloak outside, and only the long horse chopping knife in his hand was shiny.

Suddenly, his horse stopped, and in the cypress bushes on the side of the mountain in front of him, a man and horse turned around, and everyone seemed to be quite tired.

From a distance, the knight was wearing a red tasseled felt hat, a cyan suit, a red cloak tied around the outside, and a double stick and a saber around his waist, covered in ice and snow, and a large package behind the saddle.

At this time, the knight was carrying a hook and sickle, and was saying something to the horses under his crotch: "...... Big Flowers...... Do you know, we have to find our father and mother and the master......"

The horse just snorted dissatisfiedly.

Suddenly, the knight raised his head, but it was a rather young face, delicate and heroic, but his face was full of wind and frost at this time.

He first saw the old thief who had escaped, and then he saw the Yang River in the rear.

He glanced at Yang He a few times, his eyes fell on the old thief, and then he became cold, and said lightly: "Bandits? ”

"Get out of the way!"

The thief had no heart to talk to the knight, so he raised his spirit, raised the long knife in his hand, and shouted and rushed away.

The knight still came slowly, but with a flick of the hook and sickle in his hand, he stabbed out with a sudden shot.

After all, the bandit is an old bandit, and his skills are not trivial, although this shot is sharp, but on the side of his head, the tip of the gun can graze his neck.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the spear spun sharply and drew back, the barb of the blade hooking past his neck.

A large piece of flesh was hooked and severed by a blood vessel, and blood immediately flew like a fountain.

The thief's eyes were wide open, and his face was full of disbelief, and he touched his neck, and fell to the ground in a decadent manner.

Then the body rolled on the ground and struggled and convulsed, blood gushing out.

"Whew-"

The knight's horse suddenly neighed, and its front hooves were raised high.

The knight still carried the reins with one hand, showing great horsemanship.

Yang He slowly rode his horse over, and said in a deep voice: "Yang He, the owner of Xin'an Zhuang, has chased and killed the bandits and thieves of Zhuang so far, who is the strong man?" ”

The knight saluted with a gun: "It turned out to be the owner of Yang Zhuang, who was in Ling Zhanyun, looking for his parents and mentor......

……

Minister Yang smashed the head of an escaped bandit with a big stick in his hand, he rushed up with his horse, and looked back at the figure of Ling Zhanyun in the distance.

He also saw the situation from afar, he ran to Yang He's side and shouted, "Young master, what is the origin of that kid?" ”

Yang Daodao: "A passerby. ”

He also looked back and praised: "This person is as jealous as hatred, the road is uneven, and he draws his sword to help, which is quite the style of ancient heroes." (To be continued.) )