The sky was bright, and the coach Zhao Taifu came out of the camp.

Yancheng has just gone through a war, full of messes, rivers of stumps and blood, wailing and screaming, wounded soldiers leaning against the corner, seriously wounded doctors stitching up wounds, lightly injured by themselves, or by companions to help bandage wounds, able-bodied soldiers clean the battlefield and carry corpses.

Zhao Taifu has been marching for several years, and he has long been accustomed to seeing the scenes of life and death, the sea of blood and corpses, but every time he sees it, he still can't help but sigh.

The coach came and was greeted by drums.

The soldiers stood up one after another, their backs straight, their spears in their hands, and their eyes shining: "The commander is here!" ”

Boss!

The people of the city went out of the city one after another, followed behind the soldiers, and wept to welcome the army into the city.

When Mrs. Zhao saw the people crying with regret, his heart was inevitably moved, but his face was not obvious, he rode a high-headed horse, surrounded by personal guards, and went towards the original government of Yancheng.

"What about Zhao Ping?" All the way to the door of the mansion, there was no figure of Zhao Ping, and Mrs. Zhao couldn't help but ask about his identity and cronies.

The cronies paused, "I didn't see it, the dozens of people who were with General Zhao were nowhere to be seen, and there was no news." ”

Mrs. Zhao's hand gripping the reins tightened.

The cronies said: "The marshal doesn't have to worry, the general Jiren has his own natural appearance." ”

Mrs. Zhao nodded reluctantly, but she was a little absent-minded. That kid is good, but the sword has no eyes on the battlefield......

The more Taifu Zhao thought about it, the more worried he became, he pursed his lips and turned his head to instruct his cronies, "Go, send someone to find that bastard boy, if you don't come back to resume your life after the task is completed, will you wait for the boss to find him?" ”

The cronies glanced at Mrs. Zhao, hugged their fists and said "yes", turned around and drove the horse away.

The sound of horses' hooves was mixed along the way, and soldiers and generals galloped back and forth.

Mrs. Zhao dismounted and was about to go to the mansion, when he caught a glimpse of a cold light, he immediately turned sideways to avoid it, and his hand fell to his waist and pulled down his saber.

There were three people attacking with swords, dressed ordinarily, and they were still caught in the crowd and welcomed Mrs. Zhao with a happy face.

Zhao Taifu's personal guards immediately rushed over to protect him, and the two sides immediately fought together.

The people who followed Zhao Taifu all the way couldn't help screaming and scattering, and five more people rushed out of the crowd, and the soft sword attacked Zhao Taifu's face.

Mrs. Zhao raised his knife to fight back, advancing and retreating in a measured manner.

The guards were in a hurry, and they divided a few people to fight with the three people, and the rest of them hurriedly moved to Mrs. Zhao's side.

Suddenly, a sharp arrow broke through the air.

The faces of the guards changed.

And archers!

The sound of breaking through the air shows the strength of the archers.

The guards and soldiers all gathered on Zhao Taifu's side, anyone can die, but the commander can't die!

However, before they could take two steps, the feather arrow had already pierced the wrist of the assassin closest to Zhao Taifu and stabbed into the chest of another assassin.

At one point, the two Assassins were incapacitated.

Own?

The soldiers and guards all looked in the direction where the arrows were fired, and even Mrs. Zhao took a beating and looked over there.

A man in a black suit stood on the eaves, holding a dark longbow, holding a bow in one hand and drawing an arrow in the other.

The morning sun is rising, the morning light is fainting behind him a little bit, scattered on the eaves, he seems to be stepping on the morning sun, his eyebrows and eyes are shining, more gorgeous than the morning sun.

Seeing Zhao Ping, Mrs. Zhao's heart was relieved.

Because of Mrs. Zhao's mistake, the assassin behind him seized the opportunity and hurriedly stabbed with his sword!

Zhao Ping's delicate and thin lips pursed lightly, and he pulled the string with the arrow, the string was fuller than before, and the speed of the arrow was faster.

I only heard a "whoosh" sound, and an afterimage quickly swept by.

When he looked at it again, the arrow had already pierced the chest of the assassin behind Zhao Taifu, and the huge force carried the man back dozens of meters and hit the wall, the man fell to the ground with a bang, and the wall also left a hideous crack.

Everyone swallowed and spitted: "......"

Can't afford to mess with.

Marshal Zhao is a bit fierce this time.

Zhao Ping drew an arrow and solved the remaining one, and the rest had been dealt with by Zhao Taifu and his personal guards.

Mrs. Zhao inserted the saber into the sheath and looked up at his son.

Zhao Ping put away his bow and arrows, stepped on the eaves and flew down, his posture was like a meteor.

This bunny!

What a prodigal in the commotion, what it looks like!

Mrs. Zhao glared at Zhao Ping, "Where did you go?" ”

Zhao Ping glanced at him, turned around and whistled, a black horse galloped over, followed by dozens of people, all young people, dressed in black suits, and the smug between their eyebrows could not be concealed.

Obviously, he is the pioneer with Zhao Ping.

Because of the assassin incident just now, the street was empty at the moment, and the group followed the black horse and galloped towards this side without the slightest pause.

When they approached, there was blood on their faces, and they were ...... Because of the black clothes he was wearing, he couldn't tell if he was hurt for a while.

Mrs. Zhao paused, looked at the young man in front of him, his face was quite clean, he splashed a drop or two of blood on his side face, and the black clothes on his body looked darker, and he felt wet, and he didn't know whether it was blood or sweat.

"Are you hurt?" Mrs. Zhao asked with a stiff face.

Zhao Ping almost didn't react, "You're asking me?" ”

Mrs. Zhao blew her beard angrily and glared, this rabbit cub! Are there any other people around?!

Zhao Ping hooked his lower lip, "Are you concerned about me?" ”

Mrs. Zhao's face was a little unnatural, and he simply pulled down his face: "Ben Shuai asks you and you can reply, what are you talking about!" ”

Zhao Ping smiled proudly: "It's just a poor man, can you still hurt me?" ”

Mrs. Zhao: "......"

Between the words, the group had already galloped to Mrs. Zhao's side, holding the reins and slowing down.

The black horse led by Dada walked in front of Zhao Ping and stopped, lowered his head, and sent it to Zhao Ping, looking like he was begging to be touched.

Zhao Ping hooked his lips and smiled, raised his hand and touched the mane on the black horse's head.

Zhao Taifu's eyes fell on the package on the black horse's body, which seemed to be the Yan Army's battle robe, soaked in blood.

Dark red blood ticked and spilled all over the ground.

Needless to say, you know what's inside.

The young men dismounted one after another, clasped their fists and saluted the commander, their eyebrows and eyes proud.

Mrs. Zhao waved his hand and motioned for them to be excused.

At a glance, fifty people are still fifty people, one is not less.

Mrs. Zhao smiled: "You are all great Jiang warriors, Yancheng has settled down, and this commander will be rewarded for meritorious deeds." ”

The young men suddenly shook their horsewhips and howled.

A soldier came to lead the horse, Zhao Ping raised his lips and pointed to the parcel immediately, "The merits of this general, remember to count them clearly, don't mix with them." ”

The young people laughed, "The general is still afraid that we will take your credit?" Rest assured, we know who we are killing! ”

The group talked and laughed and entered the Yancheng Mansion.

The assassin had already been dragged by the guards for interrogation.

Ning Tuo Zhou Mingguang took advantage of this opportunity to lead the army to attack the Yan army camp.

Mrs. Zhao sat in Yancheng and began to check the population, looking for fish that slipped through the net.

After having a meal in a hurry, Zhao Ping took people out again to support Ning Tuo and Zhou Mingguang.