Before the words fell, among the villagers who were in a circle, Hulala withdrew one or twenty young and strong descendants, holding all kinds of farm tools, and five people including Future Xing'er also surrounded them. Taking advantage of the moment when they withdrew from the previous encirclement, Lai Xing'er saw at a glance that there were several corpses lying in the previous large encirclement. The sergeant who remained at the head of the village to watch the wind said that it was true, that there were indeed people killed in the village, and that it was very likely that the people were killed by his own sergeants.

As soon as he thought of this, Lai Xing'er couldn't help but be so anxious that his pupils were full of blood, he pushed the old man to the side, stepped forward, waved the long sword in his hand, and in an instant, he forced the young juniors who rushed over to death, and he couldn't move half a minute forward, and then shouted loudly at the crowd: "I am the imperial court's order to come to Xing'er, what grievances have you suffered, you can come to me to tell me, don't embarrass these brothers under me." ”

When the dozen or so sergeants who were surrounded in the crowd heard that their general was coming, their spirits were lifted, and someone shouted loudly at Lai Xing'er: "General, the villagers are going to rebel and have injured your little white dragon." ”

After all, the villagers are honest and duty-oriented, and when they heard that an official had arrived, they shouted nonsense: "It's good now, Lord Qingtian has arrived, let's hurry up and ask Lord Qingtian to administer justice for us." ”

Only a few young people pointed at Lai Xing'er and dissuaded: "Uncle, brother, you can listen carefully, this official is in the same group as these robbers and murderers. Don't listen to him, if you don't kill a few of them today to give Uncle Ding's family their lives, this matter will not be over. ”

When most of the villagers heard this, they stopped and stared at Lai Xing'er with raised eyebrows, wanting to see which side he was standing on.

Lai Xing'er walked into the encirclement in full view of everyone, holding a long sword in his hand, and then he saw clearly that it was Ding Laoshi's family of five who fell to the ground in a pool of blood. He raised his head with anger in his eyes, glared at the dozen or so soldiers who were surrounded by the villagers and were embarrassed, and asked in a deep voice, "Did you kill the people?" Whoever kills with his own hands, listen to my command and take three steps forward! ”

A sergeant held the reins of the little white dragon in his hand, and still complained to Lai Xing'er repeatedly: "General, the people are ours, this is true. But look at it, the little white dragon almost broke a leg by this group of thieves. He thought he was clever and wanted to use the injured little white dragon to distract Laixing'er, and at the same time, he didn't forget to plant a rebellious hat on the villagers.

Everyone saw a chilling flash of cold light in front of them, and then they saw a pillar of blood coming out of the neck of the sergeant who was rapping, and the head had broken away from the body and rolled down heavily next to Ding Laoshi's body.

Lai Xing'er swung his sword and cut off the head of a sergeant, and all the villagers felt that their eyes lit up, and someone shouted hello for Lai Xing'er. But then, the sergeants didn't do it.

Including the four sergeants who drove down the mountain with Lai Xing'er, more than a dozen jumping warriors in the army invariably drew their swords and glared at Lai Xing'er with blood-red eyes, everyone regarded him as the number one enemy.

Lai Xing'er returned to the idle stable from the East Palace two years ago to put the horses, idle and had nothing to do, often drank with Qian Dashun, Cui Jiu and others to drink and mingle, every time the wine was hot, I heard them talk a lot of tips on the battlefield to face the enemy, one of the most important is to have the courage of the generals, and the courage of the soldiers.

Qian Dashun had just returned to Chang'an with Zhang Liang's expedition, and was promoted to the rank of captain of the forbidden military academy by Zhang Liang.

According to his description, as the number one fierce general in the rebel army, Wei Dingguo's strength, horsemanship, and martial arts are all above Zhang Liang, and when the two fought for more than 20 rounds before the Battle of Longmen, Zhang Liang's whole body had been slashed by Wei Dingguo in no less than ten places, and his whole body was already blurred with flesh and blood, which was unbearable to see. At that time, Qian Dashun and more than a dozen of his own soldiers were even planning to rescue the general from the iron tiger head in the hands of the dangerous Dingguo, even if it was only the general's body that was snatched back.

Even under such circumstances, Zhang Liang refused to return to the horse and withdraw to the formation to admit defeat. Again and again, he turned danger into a disaster, dodged the fatal blow of the Dangerous Kingdom, and as long as he didn't turn over and fall under the horse, he dragged the Dangerous Kingdom to the death, so that he could not be distracted from the rest. Gradually, after barely surviving more than thirty rounds, Wei Dingguo finally became cowardly. Although he knew in his heart that if the two continued to fight like this, sooner or later Zhang Liang would become a ghost under his lance, but every time he turned his horse's head to fight again, looking at the bloody man opposite, the dangerous country could not restrain a sense of fear, and this fear spread wantonly in his heart all the time, until it enveloped his whole body.

Zhang Liang used his fearlessness and perseverance to the death, and finally won the victory: when the two fought to forty rounds, Wei Dingguo raised a lance and slapped it directly on the heart guard on Zhang Liang's back, Zhang Liang was beaten to the point that his nose and mouth were bleeding, and his body was swaying on the horse's back, and he was about to fall off the horse. At that time, Qian Dashun and the others who were standing in front of their own formation couldn't help but let out an exclamation when they saw this situation, and one or twenty pro-soldiers rushed out desperately, scrambling to snatch Zhang Liang's body back from the hands of Wei Dingguo. Wei Dingguo also thought that this time Zhang Liang was dead, he put the lance on his shoulder, and was about to pull out the sword and cut off Zhang Liang's head, but just as the sword in his hand was about to be unsheathed, before it was unsheathed, he saw Zhang Liang, who was crumbling on horseback, suddenly turned the horse's head, dragged the knife with one hand, and rushed straight towards himself. At that moment, Wei Dingguo was really stunned by Zhang Liang, with his skills, he could have dodged the last knife of the other party, but at that moment, Wei Dingguo, just like a child who was frightened stupid in the face of the sudden thunder anger of adults, couldn't move while sitting on horseback, and could only watch the long-handled Mo knife in Zhang Liang's hand from bottom to top, drawing an unforgettable arc in the air, and slashing him under the horse with a slanted shoulder.

At this time, in the face of the brutal death of Ding Laoshi's family, the dozen or so so-called jumping warriors under his command who behaved like beasts were still hoping to exchange the injury of the little white dragon for themselves to stand on their side, Lai Xing'er could tolerate their sneering at him, he could tolerate their intentions and misdeeds, and he could even tolerate their blatant disobedience to his orders, but he could never tolerate this kind of behavior in front of him that regarded other people's lives as a mustard and killed innocents indiscriminately.

He unexpectedly swung his sword with this slash, not only to give justice to the dead Ding Laoshi's family, but also to use this sword to shock the other soldiers, forcing them not to act rashly and kill the villagers. Because, he knows that even if he faces hundreds of villagers with more than a dozen people, once he really makes a move, it is very likely that the villagers will suffer. (To be continued.) )