Since there is both public and private convenience, Zhang Jinbei is righteous and awe-inspiring, of course, he has no fear.

Liu Tugou thinks about it now, that night's night banquet of the Three Flags, the two hundred horsemen of the First Banner and the Second Banner, plus Li Songqi, had already booked their share.

The captain pointed four fingers to the sky, I am afraid that he would hand over forty percent to Chang Zhaoqing, and two fingers to himself, which means that he will occupy two percent exclusively, and the remaining four percent will be divided into three flags.

It's no wonder that Yu Erkou complained later, after all, according to this rule, the first flag with the largest number of people will always suffer.

Ah Wei followed closely behind Zhang Jinbei's mount, and Liu Tugou on the back of the white horse smacked his mouth, still in the mood to think wildly, and indeed gradually tasted a little of it.

said that the first flag suffered a loss, but it was just a little less distributed to each person's head, and after calculation, only the people in this team really suffered.

It's just that I don't know where the more than 100 substitute ghosts in front of me are the unlucky ones who were kidnapped or coerced by Gongsun Long?

Dozens of black crows gradually approached the place where the Haidong Gang caravan was a stone's throw away, and Liu Tugou could already see the pattern on the other party's flag.

It was a big white bird with a very divine horse, its fierce eyes were vivid, its two claws gradually soared into the air, and it was about to fly, thinking that it was a sacred bird from Qingzhou and named Haidongqing.

Zhang Jinbei, who rushed to the front, pulled the reins suddenly, and the mount under him turned to the left with a tacit understanding, and the sixty-six horsemen behind him did not hesitate to wrap the fourth flag and the three people turned with it. The entire black cloud seemed to be swept away by a strong wind, and quickly deviated from its original course.

Almost at the same time, dozens of arrows shot from the Haidong Gang convoy were densely nailed to the right side of the Black Raven Horse team.

Zhang Jinbei roared, pulled the reins again, and the whole black cloud drifted in the direction of the caravan again.

Someone in the silent charging procession burst out laughing wildly, heroic and bloodthirsty.

The second master turned his head to look, it was Sang Yuan, this guy held a knife in his right hand and slapped the mount fiercely, and raised a bronze hunting crossbow in his left hand, his narrow eyes shone with cruel pleasure.

As a cold and glittering crossbow bolt came out of the string, the standard-bearer in front of him, who was almost on the verge of escaping back to his own formation, fell.

More laughter rang out, accompanied by the scalp-tingling sound of bowstrings.

The rest of the crow soldiers pulled the trigger almost in no particular order, and before the black clouds arrived, the rain of death descended first.

Ah Wei, who had been deliberately suppressed by Liu Tugou, could finally run wantonly, raised his head and hissed, and surpassed Zhang Jinbei in an instant.

Yang Xiong's halberd rode the snowhoof green mantis beast and followed closely behind, and the halberd flicked fiercely in his hand, blocking several vicious crossbow arrows.

The crossbowmen in the Haidong Gang convoy gritted their teeth and shot more than ten crossbow arrows before being covered by the rain of arrows, almost all of which were blocked by Liu Tugou and Yang Xiong's halberds who rushed to the front, but unfortunately there were still fish that slipped through the net, and the two black crows rolled off their horses, and instantly broke their bones and tendons.

The short distance was rushed, and the top shooters of the Haidong Gang discarded their bows and crossbows, drew their swords and jumped into the carriage.

Liu Tugou was the first to rush to the scene, and the white horse Ah Wei, who was perfect at climbing the mountain and hitting the door, jumped and easily flew over the top of the carriage in front of him.

Liu Tugou leaned down, stretched out his hand, and the slaughtering knife quickly slashed over a Haidong Gang guard on the roof of the carriage who had no time to react.

The knife was so sharp that the guard's legs were broken at the knees, but he remained standing. He looked down and saw the splattered blood and white bone stubble, and before he could open his mouth and scream, the whole person and the carriage under his feet were smashed into pieces by a pair of sharp iron horns, and the upper body hung on the horns of the snowhoof green mantis beast, and the intestines flowed out of the large hole in the abdomen quickly.

Yang Xiong's halberd waved the halberd, and the honor guard swept through thousands of troops with brute force, cutting the three knife-wielding guards who jumped up from the roof of the car near the left into two halves.

The black crows smelled the fish, and frantically pounced on the gap opened by Liu Tugou and Yang Xiong's halberd, and more carriages were knocked open or even shattered, taking the lives of three black crows and more than a dozen military horses.

The sound of bones shattering was mixed with a short, muffled scream, and the tortoise shell enclosed by the carriage was reduced to nothing, revealing its soft belly to the crows.

The cavalry shocked the infantry array, and the role of the first fierce general can be described as very important, once the opportunity is to successfully tear a hole, the next step is to expand the wound with continuous biting, until a massacre without suspense is formed.

The dozens of Haidong Gang guards who stood in front of them were soon killed and wounded, and the remaining 100 or so people were all caravan men and grooms, and seeing that the general situation was gone, they either knelt on the ground and begged for their lives, or they were frightened and fled in all directions.

The entire convoy was like a blood-colored flower blooming, spreading a deep sense of fear and death in all directions.

In the center of the convoy, where the stamen resembled a flower, a white-haired old man dressed as a guard had a sad and angry face, carrying a human head in his left hand, and a corpse dressed as a merchant fell on the ground on his right. There was a knife stuck in the abdomen of the corpse, and blood was flowing down from the blood groove of the blade.

The old man looked up at the front, and cloudy old tears overflowed his eyes, blurring his vision. The white horse, the first to break the formation, was coming leisurely with small steps, and it was vaguely recognizable that on the back of the horse was a young man in Mai with a special temperament.

The old man opened his mouth and smiled, and suddenly slashed his neck with a horizontal knife, and then fell to the ground, dying silently.

Liu Tugou was silent, turned around and looked around, and found Zhang Jinbei, who was standing not far away and watching the battle silently, the latter nodded lightly to him, and ordered in a loud voice: "One Shi and three Shi will chase and kill the fish that escaped through the net, and the rest of the brothers will count the battlefield." ”

Yang Xiong's halberd had already stopped killing, and he swung his halberd to smash the roof of a van and slashed downward, cutting through the wooden boxes that had been stacked in it. He reached in and touched it, and grabbed two short knives with excellent leather sheaths, the blades were dark, and they were clearly mixed with Qingzhou's unique East China Sea heavy iron, although it was not as good as the second master's hand for Liu Quai's pure heavy iron, it was still an excellent weapon. This guy snorted coldly, "It's really a rebel thief", and then honestly and unceremoniously put the two short knives into his arms.

Farther away, Sang Yuan was swinging his knife and slashing along the rows of kneeling captives, his hand falling with his knife, and the head rolled to the ground.

He was slashing up, suddenly his body stiffened, and he slowly turned back like a great enemy, just in time to meet the second master's sight, and after a slight hesitation, he finally put away the knife and stood up a little unwillingly.

Zhang Jinbei frowned and said: "Brother Liu must not have the kindness of a woman, although he is not afraid of leaking the news, but after all, it is better to have more than one thing." ”

Liu Tugou looked at Yang Xiongji and asked with a smile, "What did Yang Xiucai say?"

Yang Xiongji's face was cloudy, and the man who had always been sharp did not speak for a long time.

Liu Tugou ignored him, walked to the captives who had been gathered into a pile, pointed to the body of the old man who committed suicide and asked, "Who is that? Who was he beheaded?"

Someone in the remaining guards raised their heads, and although the young man tried his best to hide it, he still couldn't suppress the bitter hatred mixed with fear in his eyes: "That's the head of my Flying Fish Dart Bureau, and the one who was killed was a steward of the Haidong Gang in charge of this convoy." ”

"Why do you hold the Haidong Green Flag of the Haidong Gang, but you don't use your own dart flag?" asked Liu Tugou curiously.

Zhang Jinbei, who came over, stood aside and said lightly: "Ask what this is about, but it is another sad story that has no choice but to die, and it is always inseparable from the four words of death for money, this is the end of luck." ”

Liu Tugou grinned: "I forgot the background of Third Brother Zhang, he is really an expert!"

Zhang Jinbei was too lazy to deal with Liu Tugou's sarcastic ridicule, and said to the group of captives: "Listen, there are two ways in front of you, one is to be sold into slavery, and the other is to die immediately!"

Before the words fell, the young guard who had just answered suddenly burst out, and a sharp short dagger slipped out of his cuff, stabbing Zhang Jinbei's heart fiercely.

"I'll pick the third one!"