Seeing a soldier in thin scale armor rushing over, the scribe was slightly surprised, there were many people on his side, there were fifty people, and this group of people, at most, was only twenty people, this person actually dared to rush over?

"Kill him!" The scribe ordered.

Yang Lian crouched on the war horse to reduce the resistance and run faster. The speed of the war horse was very fast, and the distance of seventy or eighty steps was only more than fifty steps in an instant, and the sound of the wind whistled in his ears, and his cheeks were faintly painful. As the distance got closer and closer, Yang Lian could already see the face of the scribe clearly. The scribe had a long beard and an elegant face, but his slender eyes were very attentive, and even, the sharp gaze was like a cold winter wind, which made people shiver.

After the scribe gave the order, several Wu Yue soldiers brandished their blades and killed them, and they surrounded them left and right, trying to strangle the man who suddenly killed. Yang Lian sneered, not afraid at all, the long knife in his hand was tightly held in his hand, the brave won when the two armies met, at this time, he could only fight.

Lian was looking for an opportunity, an opportunity to kill the scribe, but the scribe was protected by the group of soldiers, and at least seven or eight people surrounded him in the center. Chen Tie was behind Yang Lian, and the horse lance in his hand was already clenched.

"Bell!" The long knife in Yang Lian's hand collided violently with the blade of the Wu Yue army's soldiers, making a crisp sound, Yang Lian's arm was numb, although he didn't kill the man, the war horse had already rushed forward to kill.

"Die!" Chen Tie shouted loudly, and the horse lance in his hand stabbed at Wu Yuebing, who had escaped, only to hear a "click", the horse lance hit the man's arm, and the huge impact broke the man's arm, making a crisp sound. The man's face turned pale with pain, and beads of sweat as big as raindrops appeared on his forehead instantly. Before the man could shout, Chen Tie flew with the horse lance in his hand and stabbed the man under the horse.

Yang Lian did not fight, and continued to gallop, hiding his body under the belly of the horse, while observing the situation around him. Secretly took out the spear hanging from the horse's tail and firmly grasped the palm of his hand. Several Wu Yue soldiers stepped forward to intercept and kill, but were blocked by Chen Tie who caught up, and Lin Renzhao also rushed to help and slashed hard. The three were like a sharp dagger, piercing the heart of the enemy.

While running, Yang Lian suddenly straightened his arms, kept accumulating, and with the impact of the war horse, Yang Lian suddenly straightened up and threw the spear in his hand, and the spear drew a beautiful arc in mid-air, heading straight for the scribe.

The scribe was surrounded in the center by his own soldiers, and the situation in front of him was not clear, and several of the soldiers suddenly saw the spear, and hurriedly raised the shield in their hands, blocking the scribe in front of him, covering it tightly.

"Wave!" With a soft sound, the spear broke through the front shield, and under the huge impact, the front shield could not resist, and it came out of the man's hand, and the tiger's mouth was also shaken out of a crack, and blood flowed.

The spear continued to fly forward and hit the second shield, because the first shield unloaded most of its strength, the spear did not pierce the second shield, but the Wu Yue soldier who was holding the shield was still shocked to the point that his palm was numb, and the shield in his hand was almost out of his hand.

"Kill!" Yang Lian screamed, and clenched the long knife again, and the blade slashed down with a bloodthirsty light.

"Bell!" With a crisp sound, Yang Lian used the momentum of the war horse to cut the blade in the man's hand in two, and before the person could react, Yang Lian's blade was provoked and slashed down diagonally, the man was slashed, and the armor on his chest drew a deep trace, if it wasn't for the armor, it would have been split in two.

At this time, an enemy came from the side, and the spear went straight to Yang Lian. Chen Tie saw it clearly, and with a wave of the horse's lance, he swept the man's back and stabbed him under the horse.

Yang Lian swept over, nodded slightly, and continued to kill. The three of them fell into a scuffle, beside the scribe, more than a dozen soldiers rushed up, and there were a few people left to protect him, the scribe's slender eyes flashed a glimmer, this scout of the Southern Tang Army was very arrogant.

The remaining scouts of the Southern Tang Army came one after another and killed with the Wu Yue people, which greatly reduced the pressure on Yang Lian, Lin Renzhao, and Chen Tie, but they were still surrounded in the center and fought endlessly. The long knife in Yang Lian's hand was raised mechanically, and then fell down fiercely. The blade sliced through the muscles, or through the armor, and he didn't have time to discern it, so he fought hard, and struck in the direction of the scribe.

On this plain at the foot of Yu Mountain, blood is spilled, soldiers are constantly falling, and ownerless war horses are looking for their masters on the ground, but they don't know that their masters will never wake up.

Yang Lian didn't know how many people he had killed, at this time, without the mind to discern carefully, Wu Yueren kept falling, and Pao Ze also died five or six, and the rest were more or less injured. Yang Lian was also stabbed, but the excellent resistance of the fine scale armor saved him, but the blood on his face made him look particularly terrifying.

Yang Lian glanced at the scribe again in a hurry, and saw that he was staring at him, this scribe was calm, if it was an ordinary official, I am afraid that he would have already grabbed his tail and ran. To capture the thief, it is still necessary to capture the king first, after all, the soldiers of the Southern Tang Dynasty do not have an advantage.

"Come with me!" Yang Lian let out a muffled snort, and the long knife quickly slashed out, forcing the soldiers around him to retreat. With his legs between the horse's belly, he ran towards the scribe again.

Chen Tie and Lin Renzhao glanced at each other, and they all knew what Yang Lian's purpose was, shaking their heads, one left and one right, to escort Yang Lian.

At this time, there were less than ten people around the scribe, and the rest were fighting. Seeing Yang Lian killing, several personal soldiers stopped him, Yang Lian raised the long knife that had been curled, slashed left and right, and took a desperate posture. The blood kept pouring out, which was terrifying.

During the fight, Yang Lian was stabbed, this knife slashed at his left shoulder, and the flesh was split, revealing Sensen's white bones, which looked very terrifying.

"Die!" Yang Lian gritted his teeth, turned around and swept it, hitting the person's neck, his head was suddenly cut off with a knife, and under the huge pressure, blood spurted out of the neck cavity, more than a zhang high, and the blood was sprinkled, and the people near him were covered with blood.

"Death to those who stand in my way!" Yang Lian screamed again, the wound was very painful, and he tried to vent it in this way.

Those Wu Yue soldiers were shocked by Yang Lian's ferocity, and in a panic, they were shouted by Yang Lian again, and they suddenly had fear in their hearts.

Chen Tie's horse lance stabbed a Wu Yue soldier in his hand, the sharp horse lance pierced his armor and pierced into the heart, Chen Tie clenched the horse lance, stirring fiercely, the man was in great pain, let out a miserable scream, and when Chen Tie pulled out the horse lance, he fell to the ground with a bang.

Several Wu Yue soldiers glanced at each other, and they all became afraid. Although the scribe's eyes were sharp, he couldn't bear it at this time, and hurriedly shouted: "Drive! "Flee on horseback.

It was really a mountain of defeat, and the scribes took the lead in retreating, which made the remaining Wu Yue soldiers timid, and Lin Renzhao was just right, killing one person, and the remaining Wu Yue soldiers of about twenty people suddenly panicked and fled one after another.

"Chase!" Yang Lian sneered, this scribe seems to have a good status, if he can catch him, it will be a great achievement.

Although Chen Tie was covered in blood, he was not too injured, and when he saw Yang Lian patting his horse away, he also followed closely. The remaining Nantang scouts, who were about ten people, also chased after them, three seriously wounded soldiers stayed, and one lightly injured soldier stayed behind to bandage and treat them.

The scribe looked back as he fled, and Yang Lian's murderous face appeared in his eyes from time to time, making him feel uneasy, where did this extremely vicious-looking person come from, and he would appear here? You must know that the distance from Suzhou to Changshu is about 80 miles. And the camp of the Southern Tang Army is even more than a hundred miles away from here, and this group of Southern Tang soldiers has crossed the line too much.

But at this time, the scribe didn't think much about it, and the huge pressure made him run wildly, and several Wu Yue soldiers behind him were already very frightened. Yang Lian, Chen Tie and others raised their bows and arrows and kept shooting, and from time to time Wu Yue's soldiers fell down with arrows and ran for seven or eight miles, and there were only five or six people left around the scribe.

After running for a long time, the horse's strength was extremely exhausted, and suddenly, the scribe's horse let out a mournful cry and fell to the ground. The scribe was caught off guard and was thrown and dizzy. Yang Lian saw it clearly, and the war horse stepped on the pit, and then it fell. This is an opportunity given to him by God, how can he give it up?

Immediately snorted coldly, and shot the remaining few arrow feathers indiscriminately, those Wu Yue soldiers wanted to save the scribe, but they were blocked by the arrow feathers, looked at each other, and made a decision in their hearts: escape! Nothing is more precious than life. Wu Yue rode his horse and galloped, Yang Lian saw that the scribe had fallen off his horse, and the biggest prey had been harvested, and he was not greedy to chase after others.

Several horses stopped beside the scribe, and the scribe looked up, his eyes still sharp, but there was a hint of panic.

"Who are you?" Yang Lian asked, in his heart, how much he hoped that this person was Qian Wenfeng, after all, there were so many guards by his side. But it's impossible to think about it, that Qian Wenfeng is good at riding and shooting, even if he comes out to inspect, at least he won't be dressed as a scribe.

Sure enough, the man slowly stood up and said, "I am the staff of the Zhongwu Jiedu envoy, Fan Mengling." ”

"It turned out to be just a staff member." Yang Lian was a little disappointed in his heart, but no matter what, he finally gained something.

"Tie it up and go back to camp." Yang Lian commanded.

Fan Mengling arched his hand, his face remained unchanged, and said, "Is this how this general treats prisoners?" ”

Chen Tie sneered, whipped it over, and sneered: "You also know that it is a captive!" Since you are a captive, you must have the consciousness of a captive. With that, he jumped off the war horse and took a rope to tie Fan Mengling up. He had a lot of strength, and after tying it up, he threw Fan Mengling on the horse's buttocks.

The group walked back, and when they arrived at the foot of Yushan Mountain, they cut off the heads of Wu Yueren, which was a military merit and must not be let go. When he was done, he put the robe that had died in battle on his horse and prepared to return.

"This time, we waited for twenty people, six were killed in the battle, and three were seriously wounded. I suggest that we wait to take out a part of this military exploit and hang it on the brothers who died in battle and were seriously wounded, and if the officials have a reward, I will take out half of it to compensate the brothers who died in the war. If you don't want to, you can. Before leaving, Yang Lian said. Without the death of these people, such results would not have been achieved.

Lin Renzhao, Chen Tie and Yang Lian have been in contact for a long time, but they only feel that this person is very righteous, and they have benefited from him, and they are almost not worried about the use of money, so they immediately nodded and said: "Yang Jiang Yu Hou is righteous, and I am also willing." ”

"I'm willing to wait." A few more said.

"Seriously injured brothers, you don't have to." Yang Lian said, it's not early to see that it's dark, I'm afraid there are Wu Yue soldiers nearby, if they rush to hear the news, with the situation of everyone, they can't fight at all, so it's better to retreat in time.