Zhu Mian obviously didn't expect that it was Zhao Hao, the son of the Great Song Dynasty, who came to kill him.

"Zhao Hao, as the son of the clan, you openly assassinate the officials of the imperial court, aren't you afraid of the royal law?" Zhu Mian only felt that his courage was stronger, and he pointed at Zhao Hao and scolded.

In the face of an outlaw like Fang Baihua, Zhu Mian may still be a little afraid, but in the face of Zhao Hao, he dares to be completely justified and sternly reprimanded.

Because Zhao Hao is not an outlaw, Zhao Hao is the son of the Great Song Dynasty clan and the only son of the Zhao Mansion in Jiangning, who has a fortune of tens of millions.

Zhao Hao smiled faintly, pointed to Fang Baihua beside him and said, "This person is Fang Baihua of Weizhen Jiangnan, and she is the one who wants to take your life." ”

Zhu Mian looked shocked, how could he not know the name of Fang Baihua.

Zhu Mian was shocked and angry: "You, you...... As a member of the Great Song Dynasty, you dare to collude with traitors, aren't you afraid of being beheaded all over the house? ”

The clan didn't even talk about the nine clans, but there was such a thing as rebellion, and it was impossible to run away from the whole family.

Zhao Hao smiled evilly: "That's why I want to kill people!" ”

Zhu Mian was so shocked that he hurriedly knelt down and begged for mercy: "Zhao ...... Childe, I have no enmity with you, even if the Hangzhou Poetry Club is offended, I will not be killed...... As for today's events, I just pretend that it didn't happen, and please release a way to live, and he will thank him again every day! ”

Speaking of which, Zhu Mian really didn't know why this clan son wanted to kill him. Although the Hangzhou Poetry Club was disrespectful, but in the end it was scolded by you to the blood, and even if you will repay it, you shouldn't kill people if you don't agree...... As for killing people and killing people, if you don't tell me to collude with the traitorous party, I don't know......

Zhao Hao retracted the smile on his face, flew up, kicked Zhu Mian's fat body and almost flew up, pointed at him and scolded angrily: "That's right, you have no selfish grudges with me, but you have a public enmity!" ”

"You borrowed the matter of Huashigang to troublesome Jiangnan, poisoned the people, a prosperous and rich land in the south of the Yangtze River, where the economic lifeline of the Great Song Dynasty is, you made the people miserable, and the lives were ruined, and it caused a rebellion, sweeping the entire land of Jiangnan, thousands of miles of white bones, ten rooms and nine empty, you deserve ten thousand deaths, although the broken corpse is not enough to leak my ......"

Burst~

Before Zhao Hao finished scolding, a knife light passed by him, and Zhu Mianshang was stunned when he heard it, and suddenly felt that his neck was empty, and his head was already in Fang Baihua's hand.

Zhu Mian, one of the six thieves who brought disaster to the country and the people, was killed, and from then on, there were only five thieves left among the six thieves in the country.

Zhao Hao changed color, pointed at Fang Baihua and said, "You...... Outrageous! ”

Fang Baihua carried Zhu Mian's bloody head and said coldly: "There is too much nonsense, it is easy to dream a lot at night!" ”

Encountering this kind of ruthless and murderous female devil, Zhao Hao had to stare dryly...... You're going to let me finish my words righteously.

Fang Baihua tore off the robe on Zhu Mian's body and wrapped the human head layer by layer, and put a burden behind him, and was about to leave, when he suddenly remembered something, turned around, and looked at Zhao Hao with a confused face.

"You helped the Song army break my righteous army, helped the child thief to surrender my brother, and killed the Zhu thief, and saved the lives of me and my brothers, you ...... What kind of person is it? ”

Zhao Hao took a few steps forward, approached her, lowered his voice, and said slowly, "I...... is a man who became the king of the Great Song Dynasty! ”

Fang Baihua was stunned, his bright eyes lit up, he reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Okay, don't forget today's words, Brother Qi and I will help each other!" ”

After saying that, she turned over Zhu Mian's eight-foot horse, and was about to ride the horse and whip, when suddenly the jade dragon horse rushed to her side, as if she was reluctant - the first thing she saw when this war horse was born was Fang Baihua. 、

Fang Baihua's heart moved, and she turned around and asked, "Can this horse last long?" ”

Zhao Hao rolled his eyes at him and said lazily: "Love or not!" ”

Fang Baihua sneered, smiling like a flower, arched his hand towards Zhao Hao and said, "I'll go", holding the reins of the jade dragon horse, waving the horsewhip, carrying Zhu Mian's head, rolling away.

The white-clothed snow and the horses were like dragons, and they had disappeared from Zhao Hao's sight in a blink of an eye.

Zhao Hao rubbed his shoulder, which was patted painfully, and muttered to himself: "This girl, your hand strength is too big......"

……

Outside the city of Gusu, ten miles away.

Thousands of troops gathered and besieged two hundred white horse rebels in the middle.

The messenger who came to deliver the decree was looking at the scene in front of him in fear, unable to believe his eyes.

There were corpses and blood everywhere, and more than 300 Zhufu Jinyi slaves were all wiped out, none of them were alive, and occasionally a few who wanted to escape were also shot with strong bows.

Hundreds of ownerless war horses roamed around, letting out bursts of wails from time to time.

I have to say that Zhu Mian is really wealthy, in the south of the Yangtze River, where there are few horses, he actually has hundreds of war horses, and the money and grain spent on buying horses and storing horses is not a minority, and the name of the king of the southeast is well deserved.

The smell of blood was thick in the air, even from the strong river breeze blowing from the canal.

In the middle of the encirclement, two hundred white horses stood solemnly, unmoved by the surrounding van troops.

Gongsun Zhan, who was in front of him, looked coldly at the van army around him, and the long lance in his hand was still dripping with blood.

Most of the local Xiang troops of the Great Song Dynasty were rabble, lacking training, armor and equipment were average, and there was no morale and blood.

There are three or four thousand troops around, if they really rush over, and they encounter this kind of Baima Yicong, even if they have dozens of times the strength, they can only be a kneeling word, and there is absolutely no miracle.

Therefore, although he saw that the other party was reckless, no one dared to step forward, and he was worried that he would be held accountable for dereliction of duty, so he could only use superior forces to trap the other party.

It's just that what they don't know is that although there are piles of bones in the field, Zhu Mian is not among them.

And Gongsun Zan and Bai Ma Yicong, who completed the task, did not receive Zhao Haoxin's instructions, so they could only line up in a blank queue and wait for orders.

Without Zhao Hao's order, they would not attack anyone unless they were attacked.

The two sides were consumed like this, no one took the initiative to attack, and time passed minute by minute.

The messenger outside the field stood on the wheel of the carriage, looked at the white horse Yicong in the field with a puzzled face, and secretly said to himself in his heart: "What kind of soldiers and horses are these?" With all the bright armor, strict arrays, and so many white horses, could it be that the remnants of the traitors still have such strength? Could it be that Xuan Shuai falsely reported his achievements? ”

However, he quickly denied what he had in mind.

Those war horses are all selected seven-foot-and-five-height white horses, not to mention the remnants of traitors, even in the heyday of traitors, it is difficult to find two hundred seven-foot-high war horses, let alone seven-foot-five high-height war horses, they are all white horses.

Just as he was thinking wildly, a roar rang through the sky, and he fell from the carriage.

I saw the eight-foot-tall white horse general in front of the battle, holding a long lance in his hand, piercing the sky, and the cry behind him was thunderous.

"Where righteousness goes, life and death go hand in hand; The sky can be learned, and the white horse is the proof! ”

With the roaring shouts of the sea, the surrounding Xiang troops were in chaos for a moment, and they all raised their weapons and prepared to fight, and a shocking scene occurred.

Under the scorching sun, the figure of the team of soldiers and horses, which were like clouds and snow, gradually faded, became more and more faint, like a shadow, and finally disappeared.

Between the encirclements, only the bones of the Zhufu slaves and the dried blood on the ground were left, as well as the smell of blood wafting in the air.

The imposing soldier and horse disappeared in front of everyone's eyes, as if it had never come.

In an instant, there was silence between heaven and earth, the air seemed to have condensed, and thousands of onlookers suddenly felt like a dream, with incredible looks on their faces, as if they had seen a ghost.

"This is the white horse righteous servant thousands of years ago, and the heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals will descend to earth!" An older commander of the military camp suddenly came to his senses, shouted loudly, knelt down respectfully, and bowed reverently to the air.

Everyone woke up like a dream, hula lala knelt on the ground, and kept kowtowing.

The messenger also reacted, hurriedly boarded the wheel, and knelt down on the spot.

"The thousand-year-old god of divine soldiers will appear, kill Zhu Mian and return, Zhu Mian has been punished by God in recent years!" Nachincha looked at the bright sky and muttered to himself in distraction.

Zhao Hao, Zhao Ling and Wu Song, who were a few miles away, returned to the city on horseback, packed up their belongings, no longer stayed, and rushed to Jiangning non-stop.

As for the legend of the heavenly soldiers and generals who went down to kill Zhu Mian left in Gusu City, it seems to have nothing to do with him.