The Holy General of Southern Wu, the most feared opponent of Zhennan Cavalry, no, it should be said that he is the most feared figure in the entire Northern Tang Dynasty, even if he has been missing for more than ten years, when he has not been informed of his death, the Northern Tang Dynasty has always been wary of this one, cautious, and does not dare to relax in the slightest.

Until today, he appeared, and he also wiped out the entire army of 500 Zhennan Cavalry, and his power has not diminished.

If there had not been a bloody scene of five hundred towns riding on the corpses in the south before, then the soldiers here, especially those high-spirited young people, would have been very excited, excited that the Southern Wu Holy General had not died, and the moment of their own meritorious service would soon come - killing the Southern Wu Holy General, they would have gained the greatest glory and be worshiped by the girls of the Northern Tang Dynasty.

But the bloody lessons of the past are still in their memories, so their courage is worn out, and the excitement of seizing the head of the Southern Wu Holy General is replaced by the other party's fierce name.

However, just like the 500 Zhennan Cavalry, they can't retreat, and everyone knows what it means to retreat.

"Ready!"

Captain Orichong raised his knife high.

In all directions, it echoed everywhere, and all the four fields were filled with long-lasting shouts.

"Kill!"

The tip of the sword pointed forward, pointing at the old man who was standing by the Huai River faintly thin.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

……

The sound of people, horses, armor, and weapons came and went, but there was still a chilling sneer in the night, like a ghost seeing its prey.

Jin Youzuo smiled and slowly pulled out the pure gold.

In the cold moonlight, it shone coldly.

The shaking of the earth became more and more violent.

Guan Kuo retreated with Wu Ji and Li Qianrong.

Jin Sorrow pointed the tip of the knife in front of the gold.

In the dark night, a dazzling golden light suddenly erupted, opening up a bright world.

Jin Youzuo's clothes fluttered even more violently, and the momentum of the whole person rose rapidly.

The charging black pressed a large number of government soldiers as if they were a little frightened, and most of them couldn't help but shield the dazzling golden light with their arms.

At this time, Jin Wei moved.

He took a step forward, and his body rose into the air.

He pulled the gold back.

"Brush—"

A golden light several feet long crossed the night sky, making the nearby sky as bright as day for a moment.

Accompanied by this dazzling light, there was a bloody storm that followed.

The darkness of the night increased the power of the Pure Gold, and the flickering and darkness made it impossible for the soldiers who did not often participate in the war to discern the direction of the enemy, and a sense of fear permeated the army.

Screams and wails made morale even lower.

However, under the command of Lieutenant Zhichong, the army still surrounded it in a semicircle.

The enemy surrounded me ten times, and the feeling of depression was still solid, Li Qianrong on horseback watched the enemy getting closer and closer, his little face turned pale, and his body began to tremble slightly.

But Guan Kuo looked at the depths of the Huai River, his face calm.

Maybe he was too blindly confident in the hunchback old gold in the house.

But now, he is paying attention to what Jin Youzuo paid attention to before, because he has determined that just now, Jin Youzuo said "coming", not referring to the soldiers of the Northern Tang Dynasty who came over.

In the dark night, under the moonlight, in the depths of the Huai River, a little light gradually appeared.

The light was very faint, but under the desperate suppression of the enemy of the world, it was so hot, although it was far away, it seemed to be close at hand.

Guan Kuo didn't know what those lights were, but he suddenly felt a little happy, and he could be sure that it was the existence that Jin Youzuo had been watching from afar and saying "here" before.

At this moment, the dazzling golden light and the mighty sound of thousands of troops and horses flickering behind him again and again seemed to no longer exist, and all that was left was the faint and shining light.

Li Qianrong looked at the glimmer steadily, and his trembling body slowly calmed down, and his little face also looked stable.

That light is getting closer.

Guan Kuo vaguely saw those outlines clearly, especially the golden light behind him that burst out one after another, increasing the vision of the Huai River.

It was a small boat, a little small in the vast Huai River.

On the boat was one person, only one person.

Guan Kuo couldn't see the person's face clearly for the time being, but he still couldn't help but take out the portrait that Qin Yuanyang had painted for himself, ready to compare it.

What he feared the most was that the person who came was a native of the Northern Tang Dynasty, not a person from the Southern Wu Secret Mansion.

Behind him, although Jin Worried's pure gold stirred a terrifying wave, the government soldiers still completed the encirclement, and gradually approached with squinted eyes and gritted teeth.

They can't kill the legendary Southern Wu Holy General, but they will try to kill Guan Kuo and Li Qianrong, and presumably killing Guan Kuo and Li Qianrong, who are powerless, will not cost much hands and feet.

Guan Kuo sensed the danger, he pulled out Qin Kill, but he didn't have any intention of making a move, the internal organs in his body were still seriously injured, his breath was better than nothing, and his strength had not recovered, even if he still remembered the martial arts, it was useless.

What he has to do now is to wait, waiting for the people from the Southern Wu Secret Mansion to come to greet him and Jin Youzuo, waiting for the boat to be able to pick them up before he and Li Qianrong are killed, and waiting for the legendary Southern Wu Holy General to stop the pace of the palace soldiers for a longer time.

The figures of the people in the dark night, despite the bright moonlight, were still blurred.

However, Lieutenant Zhichong still clearly recognized Guan Kuo and Li Qianrong, who were the people they had to kill.

If they can kill Jin Youzuo, then it will be a supreme glory, but if they can't kill Guan Kuo and Li Qianrong, then it will be a humiliation.

They have to do it, with all their might.

The golden light came for a while, and one corpse after another fell, and the pace of the soldiers was getting closer and closer.

Jin Youzuo's golden light swayed, and wherever he passed, the government soldiers who surrounded and killed him were cut to the ground, but more government soldiers rushed to Guan Kuo and Li Qianrong densely.

Guan Kuo finally frowned, turned around with a solemn expression, and held Qin Shu tightly—although he knew very well that it wasn't particularly useful.

In the air, the sword light crossed the sky, Jin Youzuo narrowed his old eyes, he didn't have a particularly big sense of responsibility to protect the lives of Guan Kuo and Li Qianrong, but what he cared about most was the humiliation of being pulled out of someone's mouth as a holy general of Southern Wu.

If it was a native of Southern Wu, he might still laugh it off, thinking that it was a newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers, but now that he was from the Northern Tang Dynasty, then he would regard it as a provocation to his majesty.

His figure flashed, and he swept in the direction where Guan Kuo and Li Qianrong were.

(End of chapter)