Jizhou City, the north gate is full of corpses.

Helan Changchun stood outside the city gate with his eyes closed, covered in blood, surrounded by iron horses, like a reef standing majestically in the waves.

Di Cai, who could not see the head and tail, surged forward, silently and awe-inspiringly split into two behind Helan Changchun, and then merged into one in front of him, trampling the dead bodies that had fallen on the road into disgusting bloody mud as he entered the city.

Red-black blood sludge adhered to countless horses' hooves, and splashed on horses and riders, as well as on gates and walls.

A young man with bright armor but a slave hair galloped out of the city, obviously going against the current, but he also chopped the waves in the ride, and no one dared to stand in his way.

The young man reined in his horse in front of the lord of Nanyuan, bowed down on the horse and said: "Wang! there are not many defenders in the city, and the prisoners of the Jizhou County Army confessed that the chief soldier Sun Daolin happened to be not in the city. ”

"Leave him alone, the lives of the warriors cannot be consumed in senseless fighting. Breaking through Jizhou City, even if it only occupies it for a moment, is a feat, but as long as the warriors and the people of Nanyuan are still hungry, no matter how great the feat, it is not worth mentioning!

Helan Changchun didn't open his eyes: "Ku Jochi, I'll only give you one day." ”

Kujochi showed a bright smile, and Huima rushed into Jizhou City again.

The streets and dwellings near the city gate have been turned into purgatory for the Zhou people and a carnival place for the Di people.

Amid a series of sinister laughter and howls, Kujuchi rushed down the long street into the quieter but equally chaotic depths of the city.

He sped through the flames and smoke, oblivious to the killing and humiliation that was everywhere.

"Drive, kill, take everything you can, if you can't, let your new slaves take it for you! Remember, you and your slaves only have one day!"

Jochi's demagogic roar echoed through the long streets, echoed with earth-shattering cheers and even more terrible screams.

He restrained his smile, no expression was visible on his dark face, and his roar was even deeper and more powerful: "Where are the king's minions?"

"In!"

An elite horseman answered, following closely behind Kujuchi, who had not previously participated in the massacre and looting, but had silently blocked an alleyway, not allowing anyone to rush up the long street.

Compared with ordinary Di Qi, his armor is obviously more sophisticated, and the valuable iron armor and iron helmet cover the whole body, spears, scimitars, daggers, bows and arrows, and the whole body is a sharp weapon for killing.

Soon two more cavalrymen joined in, and the equally well-armed soldiers were almost identical, except that they were not armed with scimitars, but one with a long-handled axe and the other with a short-handled mace.

After the new lord of Nanyuan ascended to the blood-stained throne, this army of guards led by a slave also came into the sight of all Nanyuan Di people.

They were few in number, only a few hundred horsemen, but they were loyal and brave enough and well armed.

Their leader had the purest smile and the purest brutality, and under his leadership, the new king's "Minions" of the guards brought Nanyuan an eternal nightmare in a series of stormy purges.

The nobles who are really important in the grassland know that the reason why the black Di Khan's court can survive in name only, and remove the factor that the elders did not finally nod their heads, depends on the blue-eyed marshal Tasuga and the iron cavalry under his command who is still loyal to the young khan, the hinterland.

Whether it is the heart or the minions, if you associate the two names slightly, you can see how high hopes Helan Changchun has for his minions and warriors.

Kujuchibian rushed forward and shouted loudly, and more and more and more dense horses' hooves responded to him.

Hundreds of equally fierce "minions" gradually converged behind him, silent and orderly, forming an indestructible iron stream.

Yu Yingmei's words evoked some memories of the second master.

The Lord of the Flying Immortal Temple destroyed the mountain with a sword, the West Lake Tsing Yi sword supported the pillar of heaven, and the ghost guards of the prison held the big moon and bullied people with their strength......

The Central Plains rivers and lakes are stacked with peaks and peaks, and a mountain is higher than a mountain. Huanghuang Friday fourteen states, how many wind ~ flow characters should there be?

Liu Tugou couldn't help but yearn for it.

It's a pity that along the way, he basically swallowed dates and watched flowers, and most of the places he passed through were remote border states, and he had already been harvested and trampled by the border army and Rong Di Tieqi over and over again.

This kind of sinister realm is simply a wasteland where no grass grows for the people in the rivers and lakes, except for the horse gangs and swordsmen who can breed some unfashionable horses and swordsmen in Tianshui County, where will there be a gate faction willing to take root?

Different from the loose gangs that gather for profit and rise and fall for a hundred years, in the eyes of the rivers and lakes that have a deep heritage and a long heritage, the survival of the Taoist system and the struggle for luck are the top priorities.

This kind of situation is especially obvious in the four northern states where the soldiers gather, the second master has seen all the way, all the gangs that survive like vines clinging to the big tree of the imperial court, Gongsun Long's Haidong Gang is undoubtedly the best among them, although the Daqimen was originally built by the veterans of a hundred battles, although it is more special, there is not much difference in the roots.

The heroes bred in this kind of soil are either strong and bloody, or have a calm and introverted breath, and most of them don't pay much attention to the artistic conception of moves, and advocate simple and unpretentious efficient killing, compared with Pei Dongting, Murong Chunxiao, Xu Xun and even Gao Ziyu, who has been in prison for many years, but they are a little less splendid.

Liu Tugou compared the two in his heart, and he didn't feel that it was higher or lower, but if he wanted to be eclectic and walk out of a knife path that led to the sky, he would have to go south to meet the heroes of the Central Plains if he had the opportunity in the future.

These thoughts did not stay in the second master's heart for long, because as the Xuetang Camp turned onto the official road again and got closer and closer to Jizhou City, in addition to the thousands of hectares of farmland that are difficult to see in Shuofang, there were countless refugees with their families and caravans, chariots and horses who stopped to watch.

The crows of the Blood Tang Camp soon learned a shocking news - Jizhou City...... It's broken!

With this news, the names Helan Changchun and Kujuchi were repeatedly mentioned.

A few days ago, 10,000 life Di Tieqi suddenly appeared in the north of Jizhou City, in a chaos, there was a person near the city gate suddenly attacked, transformed into a black greedy wolf with a high city gate, and forced to open the city gate that was too late to close all, and then resisted the desperate counterattack of the city gate guards alone, and actually insisted on a stick of incense, until the brigade Di cavalry drove into the city.

The north gate of Jizhou was lost in an instant.

After that, the captain named Kujochi dyed most of Jizhou City in blood......