"Brothers, there is no way back, kill it!" The one-eyed dragon slashed his back and shouted, "Fox's eyes! Fox's eyes! You ungrateful, Lao Tzu saved you in vain, get out of here. He looked at the fire behind him, more than ten years of hard work was ruined, and his heart was naturally dripping blood.

A burst of arrows came, and he pulled the dead man on one side, and used it as a shield, and only the sound of popping arrows could be heard, and the man who was already dead and could not die was hit by several more arrows. The one-eyed dragon threw it down the mountain and cursed secretly, fuck you!

The mountain was filled with the sound of fighting. The Tianxiong army slowly devoured upward, the sword light and sword shadow, the pioneer battalion that was originally on the mountain, also merged into the army of bandits, and it was still the vanguard, killing the mountain bandits who were scurrying all over the mountain.

The black robe hit the ground, followed by a muffled snort from the other side. Deyang Zhenren's robe was ragged, and it was scratched by the branches, and even the dust was brushed, and he didn't know where to go, and said: "You! You're hiding ......"

"It's useless to talk too much, the Daomen has a traitor like you, then erase it." With a wave of his black robe's big sleeves, he leaned towards the old way. Deyang Lao Dao's pupils shrank, and he exclaimed, "No, you can't!" He suddenly heard the Tianxiong army approaching not far from the bottom of the mountain, and shouted: "I am Deyang Zhenren!" Save ......"

The black robe grabbed Lao Dao's throat, making him babble hoarsely. The thin long face exposed under the black robe looked at the Taoist in his hand with some disgust, and muttered: "You are really hopeless, you have been reduced to someone from the court for help, so you should sleep here." The black-robed fingers slowly strained, but his eyes looked around, "Huh? What about people. The hand fell, and the Deyang Daoist fell to the ground like a puddle of mud.

The sound of killing faded away, followed by a high-pitched golden sound. This crackdown is over. The last bandit fell, and the officers and soldiers stopped and sat down on their stomachs in the mountains. There are still two hours left in the east. Since most of the bandits had been killed, the remaining remnants were scattered in the mountains until dawn. Then go up the mountain to clean up, which is more convenient.

The army retreated to the foot of the mountain, the torches were rekindled, and the casualties were counted. All who are still alive. They all turned their heads to look at the burning cottage, in a daze. Before dawn, the black curtain shrouded the somewhat bloody Erlong Mountain, and the haze in everyone's hearts became a little thicker.

The brethren in the pioneer camp gasped and gasped, trying to regain their strength. They underestimated the strength of the bandits. These hobs are red-eyed, and they are all like chicken blood, and they would rather hurt the enemy three hundred and lose seven hundred themselves, rather than retreat, and fight to the end, if it is not for the final Mingjin, the army will retreat, and there may be more deaths.

"Chi Bo......" A few brothers in the pioneer camp who were seriously injured and were carried back saw Chi Zhouxing, who was already waiting for them to return in the camp. looked at him with a wry smile on his face.

"It's good that you're not dead." He skillfully bandaged the seriously wounded sons to stop the bleeding, and when the wounded were properly placed, he asked, "How many brothers have been damaged this time?" ”

Hu Cheng, who had been standing on the side, pursed his lips and said, "There are no ten brothers, and there are more than a dozen who have just been seriously injured." ”

Chi Zhouxing wiped his bloodstained hands, nodded, and said, "The casualties are acceptable." Those seriously injured are fine, as long as they recover, they will be heroes for more than ten days. He stood up and wiped his sweat away. Suddenly, he frowned and said, "What about Dean Yang?" ”

"Yang ......"

"Yes, what about Dean Yang?"

At this time, the talents of the pioneer camp reacted. Yang Fan is gone. Just went all the way down the mountain, it was too chaotic, and the killing shouts in my ears shook the sky, and then I threw myself into the battlefield, and I forgot everything when my brain was hot, and I didn't even find out that Yang Fan was missing.

"Go and find the money to put the general and Han Zhongjun. Tell them about it, quick! Chi Zhouxing's eyes narrowed, his fingers clenched, looking at the embers on the top of Erlong Mountain, and seemed to pray in his heart that Yang Fan would never have an accident.

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The same missing people, in the capital, are very common. But the person who disappeared this time is a bit big, which makes the upcoming early dynasty even more weird.

The first assistant of the cabinet, Wen Tiren, has disappeared!

The first assistant of a country, the first assistant scholar above 10,000 people under one person, disappeared for no reason. This has made many people feel the arrival of a harsh winter. At the same time, the twists and turns of the tax reform were submitted again at the same time as Wen Ge Lao disappeared. The middle-aged and young officials who were originally suppressed and excluded seem to have regrouped and started a new round of turnaround.

Accompanied by the call of the young Zhuang faction for tax reform, it was the silence of the Donglin ministers. For a while, Yanjing City, which had not yet arrived at dawn, was exceptionally quiet. It's not about the streets, it's about the quietness on other levels. The market is still bustling and lively as the morning sun rises. The pattern of officialdom has changed again and again, which really gives the courtiers a headache.

Zhu Youjian is fifty years old, such a speed, I am afraid that from ancient times to the present, in just a dozen years, so frequent, it is rare, and it also shows the suspicion and anxiety in his heart.

The headache is the big people who hide behind the scenes. Originally, they were hiding behind the shadows, secretly doing some little-known things, thinking that they were safe. But as soon as the man who could control their life and death lifted a corner of the curtain, they began to panic. Because the light began to penetrate in, but the strong hand was not afraid of the light, because he was a part of the light, and when he did not want the darkness to exist, he only needed to use his hand to uncover the dark veil.

The old fritters who were in the officialdom seemed to feel a little strange and began to retract their tentacles. And those who have already chopped off a few tentacles are thinking about how to beg for their bones. Wen Tiren's disappearance was so strange that even the rest of the cabinet did not dare to ask.

Only those officials who have never wanted to die, who can just speak, and can't do anything, are still ready to make a statement on the court. However, just when the ministers were shivering and waiting for the order in front of the Fengtian Gate, a man in fresh clothes immediately surprised all the officials present.

It turned out to be ...... Zhou Yanru!

Everyone looked at the middle-aged man in the court uniform of a cabinet scholar with some surprise. There are big ups and downs, and this time again, then everything that was originally weird is as if a key has opened the clue. People who are not stupid understand at once, Wen Tiren's exclusion and suppression almost cleaned up the cabinet before Zhou Yanru. Then Zhou Yanru's resurgence means that Wen Tiren will naturally fall off the horse.

Since you are going to fall off the horse, wouldn't it be more convenient to go missing?

It was still dark in the east, and in winter, the hours had not changed, but the sunrise was a little late, and the morning dawn began...... (To be continued.) )