Dongchang Fanzi, although his reputation is not good, is indeed well-trained.

After they found temporary accommodation in Pingyang City, they had already set up three shifts in three batches, and even when the moon was in the middle of the sky, a third of the people were awake.

And among those who were already asleep, half of them slept with the horses.

During the day they found two adjoining courtyards, and tore down the ruined courtyard walls, so that the two courtyards and the street in between them were connected into a large flat area for the horses to rest, and at night they gave the horses their ears.

This is a new precautionary measure they added after receiving the news from Gaohe County a few days ago.

In fact, if it is during the day, a large number of horses charge together, and after running, they will feel like a group, even in the face of the sound of guns and artillery, they will not be afraid.

And really good horses, which themselves are trained to be loud and noisy, are not so easily frightened.

On that night outside Gaohe County, the reason why the horses fled because of a small amount of gunpowder was mainly because the rider had left the horse in the middle of the night and could not be comforted and guided in time.

And the composition of those horses is too complicated.

There are not only those domesticated by Dongchang Fanzi, but also those used by Jinyi Guards, as well as those who need to be transferred on the road and requisitioned from other counties, as well as the horses of the cavalry near Gaohe County at that time.

It was only after someone attacked the camp and destroyed the stables that some people directly grabbed the horses and led in different directions, which finally caused such a big chaos.

At present, they have brought them to Pingyang City, and these forty good horses in their early teens are all matured in Dongchang, and the good horse trainers sleep with them, and there will be no chaos.

Rao is like this, Mao Zongxian is not at ease.

He did not sleep in the house, but rested in the corner of the western courtyard with a heavy knife in his arms and a cloak draped over his body.

is deeper and heavier, and the cold invades his body, making him sleep very shallowly, and he will basically wake up once in more than an hour.

Of course, such days are very hard, but when Mao Zongxian was a Jiangyang thief, it was not uncommon to experience more difficult days.

At that time, every time he killed people and grabbed a big sum, he had to go to the best green house nearby, spend all day drinking, and enjoy it for a while.

After being recruited to the command of Dongchang, there are naturally more things to enjoy, not only women, wine and meat, fine clothes, a large number of servants, but more importantly, power.

Those who govern the land, the grass people, the people who govern the people, and the hundred officials.

Those who are officials are already masters, but Dongchang can deter hundreds of officials, what a happy thing!

Looking at those officials whose every move can affect the people, nodding their heads in front of them, sending money to laugh, it is more comfortable than sleeping ten women with national beauty and fragrance.

Whenever Mao Zongxian ran errands outside and encountered hardships, he would think of these things, and when he recalled the days in the capital, his heart became hot again.

In the past seven or eight years, because of Yu Qian and those people in the court, the internal appearance is uncomfortable, the overseer is unhappy, and other people in Dongchang also feel that they can't show it.

When all Yu Qian's old departments are bulldozed this time, it will be a really smooth road, and he can show his strength again.

Enclosing land, buying slaves, collecting money, and even finding someone to write a book and pass on his own prestige, adding a great reputation.

That was a good thing that I couldn't even think of when I was a Jiangyang thief in the past.

Mao Zongxian thought about these things in his heart, touched the handle of his knife, and felt that he couldn't sleep, so he was ready to get up and walk around.

The courtyard wall was broken, only less than four feet high, Mao Zongxian stood up, most of his body was above the wall, and suddenly his heart sank, and he blocked the handle of the knife in his face.

Bite!!

A seven-inch-long crossbow bolt was nailed to the hilt of the sword, piercing the string that was wound around the hilt.

At the same time, the four Dongchang Fanzi, who were on duty outside the courtyard on the west side, were hit by arrows almost at the same time and fell to the ground.

"Get up, there's a thief coming!!"

Mao Zongxian shouted, all the fans in the courtyard woke up, and there was movement in the houses in front of the two courtyards.

He pulled out the crossbow bolt from the hilt of his sword, and immediately recognized that it was made by Dongchang.

'Oh no, the fourth brought eight boxes of bows and crossbows and swords, which were supposed to be used for us after meeting us, but they fell into the hands of these people!!!" ’

Mao Zongxian's heart sank, but his movements were not slow, he held the scabbard in his left hand and waved it a few times, blocking three crossbow arrows in a row, and his eyes swept away, and he had already found those figures hidden on the roof in the northwest.

At this time, just after a round of crossbow arrows was fired, Zhu Hui and the others lost their crossbows, turned over the ridge of the roof, flew down from the roof, swept through the alleys full of weeds, stepped on the low wall, and jumped into the courtyard to fight.

While!!

Zhu Ji's condescending knife and Mao Zongxian's heavy knife were put together, and sparks splashed everywhere.

With long hands and long feet, a weight of two hundred catties, and a swoop down from a height, the strength of Zhu Ji's knife is more than a thousand catties, to say the least.

However, Mao Zongxian took the knife hard, only took half a step back under his feet, and the thick-backed big knife shook the air, but pushed Zhu Ji upside down and fell outside the courtyard wall.

Mao Zongxian's knife is more than four feet long, the knife is as wide as a palm, and the back of the knife is extremely thick, even if it is slapped horizontally, it can smash people's bones.

If the blade is slashed, it can often split a person's body in half.

After Zhu Ji fought him once or twice at the beginning, he knew that his fierce road would be counterpressed by the opponent, and it was easy to lose in a short period of time, which was very dangerous.

So on the way to Ping'an City, the next few battles were between Zhu Hui and Mao Zongxian, and Zhu Ji went to stop Cao Tian.

This time, Zhu Ji actually came to himself again, and something went wrong, and Mao Zongxian was a little more vigilant in his heart.

After repelling Zhu Ji, not only did he not pursue, but retreated sharply, preparing to rendezvous with Jia Ting.

But as soon as he took a step back, he felt that the moonlight in the air dimmed, and a figure flew directly from behind the opposite ridge to the courtyard and poked it down with a cane.

The strong wind on the cane was simply pressing down on the bridge of Mao Zongxian's nose, and the end of the cane was nailed into the ground for more than five inches.

If he had retreated a little too late, the rod would have been driven into his skull.

Su Hanshan's calculated blow didn't hit, and he was slightly surprised in his heart, but the crutch in his right hand broke through the wind and caught up with Mao Zongxian's face.

Mao Zongxian stepped back at his feet, raised his big knife to block, and prepared to jump to the door of the house with his strength.

He could already hear Jarting open the door and shout.

As long as the two meet, even if they face this crutch monster and Zhu Ji at the same time, they will have some chance of winning, and they will not be so passive as if he faced it alone.

While!!!

When the crutch poked the knife, Mao Zongxian had already jumped up and lifted his feet off the ground.

At this time, the original few fans in the courtyard were almost killed, but more fans rushed out of the house.

And the horses, which had long since fallen asleep, also woke up, and were standing up from their side positions, shaking their heads and tails, and stomping on all fours.

The courtyard was immediately crowded and chaotic, and the shouts of people and the neighing of horses seemed to turn this place into a condensed battlefield.

Everyone only has the enemy and themselves in their eyes, as well as the horses around them, and no one cares about their third gear.

Only Zhu Ji outside the wall, as well as Mao Zongxian himself, clearly saw the unbelievable scene.

When the crutch touched the blade, it didn't move forward, but pulled backwards.

Wooden crutches and steel knives seem to have suddenly been forged into a single piece.

Even the little contact surface at the tip of the crutch is strong and inseparable.

Mao Zongxian, who was jumping backwards, was more than eight feet tall and a burly man like a bear......

The whole person was ripped back!!