Qian Buli turned over and returned to the horse, with a kind smile on his face: "It seems that this is a misunderstanding?" ”

The middle-aged man replied with a worried face: "Yes... My lord, this is a misunderstanding. ”

"I hope you don't go too far, though." Qian Buli sighed: "Although this servant girl deserves her guilt, but the person is dead, you better bury her well." ”

When the middle-aged man saw Qian Buli say this, he let out a long breath and nodded again and again: "The adult makes sense, and the adult makes sense." ”

Seeing that the situation had eased somewhat, the young man's entourage also relaxed, and returned the long sword that had already been drawn in his hand to its scabbard. The young man was still a little angry, but most people in the world knew the truth of bullying the weak and fearing the hard, and no matter how bold he was, he didn't dare to provoke these soldiers of unknown origin in front of him.

"That's your son-in-law, right? What is his last name? Qian Buli glanced at the young man.

"My lord, my son-in-law's surname is Chen." The middle-aged man came up with a smile: "You... He never had a chance to say the next words, and a sharp dagger had already flown out of Qian Buli's hand, stabbing him right in the throat. The middle-aged man covered his throat with his hands, his dead fish-like eyes bulged so high, and he looked at Qian Buli in disbelief, and then his body shook twice and fell to the ground.

Before his body could hit the ground, Du Bing's horse had already rushed in front of him, and a gun stabbed him in the chest, the tip of the spear penetrated through the front chest and pierced through the back, and the blood flew far behind his back.

Du Bing's horse did not stop, his arms picked up the middle-aged man with force, and then threw it out, and the middle-aged man's body smashed right in the middle of the young man's entourage. The middle-aged man was tall and tall, and his weight was not much different, plus he was wearing a full set of armor, and he knocked down two people at once.

The retinue was stunned and drew their freshly sheathed swords, but before they could prepare for the engagement, the cavalry squad rushed in front of them, and a row of bayonet spears stabbed into their bodies like a forest.

The gap between the long sword and the bayonet spear is very large, since ancient times, there is a saying that one inch is long and one inch is strong, unless it is a personal martial arts skill that has reached a considerable level, otherwise this huge gap can allow two people to decide the victory or defeat in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, the young man's entourage was poked down by seven or eight people, and the meaning of the word 'experience' was also vividly reflected at this moment, brandishing the long sword and trying to resist were those in the straitjacket, and those in the armor were desperately fleeing backwards, and even the life-saving sword was thrown to the ground. Anyone who has been on the battlefield or trained knows that without the support of archers and heavy shields, fighting cavalry with bayonet spears on flat ground is simply looking for death!

Only one man in the straitjacket was particularly agile, and the long sword in his hand happened to slash the bayonet that stabbed at the speed, and when there was a loud bang, his long sword broke from it, and the cavalryman's spear was also skewed, and the side of the body of the man in the straitjacket sprang up like a swimming fish, and he drew a dagger from his waist with his backhand and stabbed it into the throat of the cavalryman.

Then the man pushed the corpse of the cavalryman off his horse, but just as he sat down on the saddle, a strong wind shot from his ears, and he instinctively waved his dagger to block, and turned his head, but only saw a huge ball of spears, and then his eyes went black, and the intense pain made him involuntarily scream, and the screaming stopped, because several vengeful spears had scrambled into his body, robbing him of all his life.

Du Bing sneered, drew his spear, rushed forward, and then bent down suddenly, grabbed the young man's collar, and picked the young man up and put it in front of him like a kitten and a puppy. Du Bing, who was born as a commoner, still didn't dare to poison the nobles easily, even if the other party was just a knight, it had nothing to do with personal courage and courage, and people would be affected by whatever society they were in.

The guards outflanked them from both sides, chasing down those who tried to escape, and the resistance that had once been in the face of the sharp bayonet spears, like the most windless wall of sand in the world, collapsed in an instant, blood splashed one after another, and the slaughter ended as quickly as it began.

Du Bing rode his horse back to Qian Buli's side, and threw the young man from his war horse to the ground, the young man lay on the ground 'ouch' 'ouch' shouted loudly and shrank back, and a soldier stabbed the young man's buttocks with a bayonet gun with malicious intentions, and as a result, he began to crawl forward dizzily again, and finally climbed under the belly of Qian Buli's war horse.

Sun Zhongde got off the war horse, flew up, and kicked the young man out unceremoniously, how could a pampered boy be tortured like this? The young man was so painful that he rolled on the ground with his stomach clutched, and now he couldn't stand up even if he wanted to.

"You guys ... You can't do that! I am a sir... I'm Jazz! The young man cried out through gritted teeth.

He was answered by a contemptuous laugh.

"Your Excellency, please let me go! My father will give you a large ransom, my lord, please spare me... The young man barely managed to get up half of his body, and pleaded with the money.

"Not so long ago, someone else begged you like that." Qian Buli turned his head to look at the woman on the grinding plate: "Since you don't give others a chance, why should I give you a chance?!" ”

"My lord, I'm Sir . That was probably the only reason he could find.

At this moment, a sharp whistle suddenly sounded from the dense forest next to the village, and with the fluttering sound between the leaves, several figures jumped down from the trees, and one of them strode towards Qian Bu with blood on his chest, while the others stayed where they were, holding a very rough short bow in their hands, nervously looking at the cavalry who were cleaning the battlefield. The so-called cleaning of the battlefield is to make up a few shots on the people who are not dead or those who have died, which is an order that money does not leave.

Qian Buli waved his hand, signaling the soldiers not to embarrass the strong man, who he could see should be from this village, and the wound on his chest was obviously left by resisting the atrocities.