The bandits here are not professional cavalrymen, and the more than 100 soldiers of the Ming army on the opposite side have never even ridden horses.

The leader of this group of Ming troops is a young hereditary Qianhu who has not grown all his hair, named Ma Yan, and he is also the new master of Jia Wenhe.

This time, it was at the instigation of Jia Wenhe that there were nearly 200 fine war horses on the mountain, so he moved the idea of making a windfall. You must know that the south is not as good as the north, not to mention the guards, even the border army does not have a few cavalry, and a horse has been fried to hundreds of taels of silver, which has to get to the south of the Yangtze River, and it is not a problem to get ten thousand taels of silver.

Although he only got a hundred horses in the end, Ma Yan still felt that the trip was worthwhile, and on the way back, he was wondering if he would do more of this kind of businessless business in the future? But he accidentally ran into the gang of escaped bandits. Isn't this a clear gift of horses for yourself, isn't it, a gift of silver?

But what Ma Yan didn't expect was that these guys didn't give themselves a chance to speak at all, and they started to fight when they came up, and they all looked fierce and vicious.

"Da Da Da ......"

Although the sixty or so war horses did not have the oppressive feeling of galloping horses, the rolling murderous aura knocked on the hearts of this group of guards.

The military households in the guard are all Sade, and they don't need to think about it to know when they have seen this formation. The person who didn't ride a horse didn't care about Ma Yan's angry scolding at all, turned around and ran clean, without any professionalism.

Fortunately, the soldiers on horseback were still a little backbone, and they also drew their swords and looked at the hideous-looking bandits opposite, but their legs and stomachs still trembled involuntarily.

"You eggs, you're rushing quickly!" Jia Wenhe was also riding on a horse, and when he saw that he was still stunned, he was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and he didn't care about anything else, and scolded the soldiers next to him.

Obviously, his words were directly ignored by these soldiers, and no one listened to him at all.

Jia Wenhe was so angry in his heart! Why are you blind and follow such a master? Fortunately, he knew that now was not the time to complain, so he tilted his head and said to Ma Yan: "My lord, quickly order the charge!" ”

Ma Yan glanced at Jia Wenhe, and said confidently: "You know what to do, there are a lot of us, just wait for work, I'm afraid of a fart, hurt the horse, and you can't afford to lose it if you sell it." ”

Jia Wenhe is really repentant now, why did he take refuge in such an idiot, is there more war than people? Thinking of this, he blushed and stopped speaking, quietly taking a few steps back, just waiting for the opportunity to escape from the battlefield.

A distance of a few hundred meters is just a matter of moments.

Fan Jinyan's bandits here were like tigers descending from the mountain, and they plunged into the formation of the official army.

Suddenly, the two groups of people and horses collided together, and the neighing of the war horses, the impact of the intersecting weapons, the shouts of killing, and the wails were intertwined.

Fan Jinyan rode on his horse, raised his knife and slashed downward, cutting off the arm of the soldier holding the knife on the opposite side, and blood splashed all over his face like a sword.

The tip of his tongue licked the red blood at the corner of his mouth, he seemed to have found the feeling of fighting, and regardless of the painful wail of the person opposite, he slashed the man's neck with a backhand, and the knight's body leaned back, fell, and was soon trampled into flesh by the war horse.

The bandits live a life of licking blood on the tip of the knife all the year round, and they are never soft, on the contrary, these soldiers born in military households, except for the leaders who walk around the formation when they inspect and wave their flags and shout behind when they fight, they are usually no different from ordinary crop men.

Ma Yan was afraid, really scared, when the infantry fled, he was still full of confidence, because he still had more than a hundred people, and it was no longer a problem to kill more than 20 bandits. But he would never have thought that his own soldiers were so bad, except for a few pro-soldiers who still had a little combat power, the others stood there stupidly and were cut down, and some even ran away quietly, and the first one to run was his new staff, Jia Wenhe.

Ma Yan is not a backbone person, and when he saw that the situation was not good, he also turned the horse's head and ran away.

The main generals all ran away, and they still farted, and the rest of the people who could move also fled, as long as a few unlucky ones didn't make it, they were hacked to death by the bandits who caught up.

"Stop the pursuit." After Fan Jinyan saw that the official army had run away, he raised his hand to call the bandits who were still chasing back.

Boss Liang was killing hard, and he was immediately unhappy, and said with a dark face: "I haven't killed it yet, why don't you chase it." ”

Fan Jinyan pointed to the tired bandits around him, and said with a wry smile: "Father-in-law, look at the brothers, are they still energetic?" It's so close to the ceremony, let's not capsize in the gutter. ”

Hearing what his son-in-law said, Boss Liang noticed that many of the brothers who were panting for breath were still injured, and the number was much smaller, only a dozen left, "What should we do now?" Go back to the cottage or ......"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Fan Jinyan, only to see him shake his head, and said resolutely: "No, we still have to enter Yizhen County, and we must kill Jia Wenhe to avenge the brothers." ”

"Yes, what the husband said is right, if it weren't for the surname Jia, we wouldn't have fallen to this point. Brethren, do you say no? There is no doubt that Liang Xiangru is supporting her husband and inciting the enthusiasm of her brothers.

Obviously, the bandits who had just experienced the fight and were holding their breath were instantly driven by Liang Xiangru's words, and they all shouted to enter the city to kill Jia Wenhe.

Boss Liang looked at the determined brothers, and suddenly felt that he was really old, and he also invisibly felt that his son-in-law was the real leader of the team.

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He drove away his horses, threw them in leather armor and sabers, washed the blood from his body in the river, and each of them changed into his original coarse cloth shirt, and tied a short knife to his leg and stomach.

On the surface, Fan Jinyan said that they are now the same as the hard-working workers on the docks.

After meeting at the dock, the remaining nineteen people dispersed and entered the city for various reasons, and Fan Jinyan and Liang Xiangru undoubtedly played the role of a rural couple who entered the city.

The reason why he had to be so careful was that he was afraid that the officers and soldiers who fled back would cause the city defense army to strengthen its defenses.

When he saw the city gates open and the soldiers lazily appeared, he realized that his worries were unnecessary.

The two of them only paid the entrance tax and entered the city smoothly, without even a simple interrogation.

Could it be that the rout fled to Yangzhou? Fan Jinyan couldn't help but get anxious, Yangzhou is not as true as Yizhen, it has just been taken by the Ming Dynasty, the city defense must be very strict, and it is not so simple to kill Jia Wenhe.

Forget it, let's talk about it after we meet up with our brothers! Thinking of this, he pulled Liang Xiangru and quickened the pace to the dock.

As everyone knows, there is a pair of eyes full of hatred, staring at him in the crowd, if the eyes can kill people, he is estimated to be dead and can no longer die.