"Captain Yan! Mr. has an order, get on the horse quickly! ”

"Sir? Mr. is not dead yet? Yan Liang was shocked when he heard this, and then he was overjoyed. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yan Liang had a desire for life and death before, but because Mr. Feng was assassinated, he didn't think about it for a while. Now that Mr. Feng is not dead, with Yan Liang's martial arts, it is naturally not too difficult to fight a bloody way.

"Boys, retreat! Hurry up and get on the horse, and follow someone to fight your way out! ”

"No!" Although the Yuan Clan's hundred horsemen are elite, they have long been disgusted with such senseless fights. After receiving Yan Liang's general order, he quickly retreated and fought with the war horses that came to him.

Yan Liang was originally a cavalry general, but after stepping on the war horse, the White Tiger God Killing Sword was in his hand, and his combat power was obviously improved by more than one grade. Protecting Mr. Feng, leading forty or fifty horsemen, chopping melons and vegetables, he killed the battle formation of hundreds of Montenegrin soldiers who came to the rescue, and fled all the way to the south.

He Xian witnessed Yan Liang's terrifying combat power on the horse, and couldn't help but secretly rejoice that the last time he competed in Zhongshan, he chose to fight on foot. If it is a competition in cavalry combat, even if he and Zhao Yun are combined, I am afraid it will be difficult to defeat Yan Liang alone.

The main force of the Montenegrin soldiers guarding the mouth of the Luoyan Valley was summoned to the hillside to rescue, and the special operations squad members who infiltrated the Montenegrin Army took advantage of the unpreparedness of the thieves guarding the gate and opened the gate. Zhao Yun took the lead in breaking into the village, a bright silver spear turned up and down, and there were no thieves under his hands. Zhen Dao and the Zhongshan soldiers under his command took advantage of the situation to cover up and kill. The Black Mountain bandits were already unstable, and they were suddenly demoralized by this impact. There are many people who are howling in the wind, but few people who stay and hold on. The Zhongshan soldiers did not pay too much price to capture the Dazhai at the foot of the mountain.

The Black Mountain soldiers who rushed to the rescue on the hillside were first killed by the cavalry team led by Yan Liang, with many casualties, and then heard that Zuo Zhangba was dead. And the village under the mountain has been breached, and the Zhongshan army has already killed along the mountain road, where do these people still have the military heart to fight! Xiao Shuai, who was the leader, led a group of cronies and opened an escape road along the path of the ridge. The thieves under his command did the same, using all kinds of life-saving means to escape and hide.

The Black Mountain thieves fled for their lives, and the young herald who was held hostage by He Xian just now and sounded the horn for help was still standing next to He Xian with his chest straight, and He Xian asked with some curiosity: "Why haven't you escaped yet?" The officers and troops are coming soon? Aren't you afraid of being caught and beheaded? ”

As soon as he heard that he was going to be beheaded, the herald was obviously trembling, "I know that the general is a member of the official army!" I am now the general's herald, and the officers and soldiers will naturally not kill me! ”

He Xian looked at him with some amusement and did not speak.

"Alright! General, can you do well and take me in? I was originally an orphan in Zhending County, Changshan, and I was coerced by Zuo Zhangba, and I had no choice but to be a thief. If the general doesn't take ......" The herald gritted his teeth and insisted: "Then hand me over to the officers and soldiers, cut off my head and feed it to the dogs." Anyway, I don't want to be a bandit anymore. ”

When He Xian heard it, this little guy was a character who didn't hesitate. If he has a good heart and stays by his side, it is not bad.

"What's your name? How old is this year? ”

"General! You promised to take me in? The herald said happily, "My name is Feng Wuji, and I am 14 years old this year. ”

"Wind Wuji?" When He Xian heard this, he couldn't help but look at him a few more times, what a domineering name.

"Wuji, how many years have you been in the cottage of Zuo Zhangbachi?" He Xian asked.

"Back to the general, it's been two years."

"Have you ever killed someone?" He Xian asked again.

"No~No!" Feng Wuji waved his hand again and again and explained, "My little father once taught me the ability to play the trumpet before his death. After I entered the cottage, I was taken by a veteran who gave orders, and I was in charge of serving before and after the saddle. But soon after, the veteran died in the battle of Zuo Zhangba's raid on Quyang County. So, I took his place as the herald of the left bearded shohachi. I have never killed or harmed anyone since I was a thief! ”

"Excellent! Look at these people around you, are there any innocent people who don't have innocent lives on their hands? He Xian pointed to the remnants of the Black Mountain Thieves who were godless and didn't know where to run and asked.

"Look, General! In fact, those bandits with their lives in their hands are the first to flee and do not know where, they are the most fierce, but also the most cowardly. Because they know that if they fall into the hands of the officials and soldiers, they will definitely be beheaded. And the people you see now, in fact, are the same as me, we don't want to be thieves, but for various reasons, we have become thieves. ”

He Xian was surprised when he heard this, he didn't expect this little guy named Feng Wuji to have such an insight.

"Good! If you can convince these people to surrender, I will spare them from death!" You can even give them a clean slate! ”

"Is this true?" Feng Wuji was ecstatic.

"Seriously!"

"Okay!" After Feng Wuji finished speaking, he jumped on a high platform and blew the horns in his hand.

Some of the fleeing Black Mountain thieves stopped one after another, not knowing what Feng Wuji was doing when he blew the horn of the assembly at this time.

When Zhao Yun, who was covered in blood, rushed to the hillside, he saw He Xian besieged in the middle by more than a hundred Black Mountain bandits.

Zhao Yun is in a hurry! Holding up the shining silver spear, he rode his horse to launch a strong attack. But He Xian stood up and laughed and stopped.

The more than 100 Black Mountain thieves sitting around He Xian all trusted Feng Wuji and volunteered to stay and follow He Xian. Most of them are orphans because of the Yellow Turban War, and they have no way to live, and they are coerced into the bandits. Most of them are thirteen or fourteen years old, and the oldest is only sixteen or seventeen years old. They are at the bottom of the Black Mountain Thief's Left Mustache Eight Divisions, and they do not agree with the fate of being bandits for the rest of their lives. They believe in hope and crave change.

Now, here's your chance.

Although their faces were full of apprehension, they were afraid that He Xian would betray them and ask the government for credit.

After listening to He Xian's explanation, Zhao Yun's tense face finally relaxed, barely squeezed out a smile, stretched out his right hand and patted Feng Wuji's shoulder twice.

Feng Wuji nodded flatteredly.

Compared to He Xian, he seemed to be more afraid of this small boy.

"Have you found anything?" He Xian asked Zhao Yundao.

"Big brother, don't worry, He Qian has already joined up with Zhen Gongzi and is rushing to the mountain."

"That's great!" When He Xian heard this, he finally felt at ease and lay on the ground, and soon after he began to snore.

This night's fierce battle was full of dangers. He Xian spent too much mental and physical energy. In the case of the overall situation, sleep is urgently needed to replenish physical strength. Opening up the road to Changshan is only the first step. Youzhou is the place where He Xian's mind is bound. The days that followed were not easy.

Zhao Yun found a black cloak out of nowhere, put it on He Xian's body, and whispered to Feng Wuji to protect He Xian, so he led the Zhongshan soldiers to continue to clean up the battlefield.

After receiving Zhao Yun's order, Feng Wuji's spirit was greatly lifted, and he immediately went to work, beckoning the Black Mountain thieves to pick up their weapons again, and set up three layers inside and out, as He Xian's loyal guard. Of course, what Feng Wuji didn't know was that the people around He Xian in the innermost layer were actually from the He family's special operations team......