One of Lord Xinyi's subordinates was directly pierced by a javelin, including his man and his horse.

He was immediately overwhelmed by the ghosts of the dead. He didn't care, even his confidants were thrown aside. As long as he could run back to the capital, when the city gate was closed, he wouldn't be afraid even if thousands of cavalry came.

"Whoosh~~~!"

There were two more javelins. Mr. Xinyi's riding skills were quite good. After he could barely avoid one javelin, another one was stuck in the horse's butt and was directly buried halfway. Suddenly, the horse could not run and was limping. Blood flowed all over the floor.

Seeing another horse riding away, Yang Gan took out his bow and arrow and shot him down with one arrow. He was really lucky.

I know better than anyone how bad my archery skills are. This time I was lucky. In fact, this arrow was intended to shoot a horse.

As the saying goes, if you shoot a man, shoot the horse first. If you have cavalry, you can chase after the horse without any problem.

Qu Hou said in horror, "This is at least a hundred steps away. The general is very accurate."

Yang Gan raised a proud smile at the corner of his mouth and said nonchalantly, "It's just average. Unfortunately, my archery skills are still not comparable to those of a sharp archer."

Seeing the man who was shot by an arrow and fell off his horse, Qu Hou twitched his lips. He really didn't know the word Versailles, otherwise he would have greeted Yang Gan in person and shot the man to death, but he actually said that his archery skills were poor.

Things went more smoothly than expected. One of the three people who escaped was captured, and the bodies of the two others were dragged back. The dead horses were no exception. The blood stains on the ground were quickly covered up under Yang Gan's command. .

As for the hundreds of diners, don't think about it. Facing two hundred cavalry, if they didn't collapse on the ground, they were in a good mood.

The lead escapee, who was badly thrown, was dragged back like a dead dog. The drag for hundreds of meters caused his silk clothes to be pulled out of shape, and blood began to ooze from some places on his body.

Yang Gan drove the rhinoceros over and used his horse's sword to pick up his face, but he did not dare to resist at all. The sword's blade, which was over 60 centimeters long, was gleaming with cold light. If he didn't pay attention, his head would surely fall to the ground.

When he saw the person clearly, Yang Qian put on a confused expression, never expecting that the person coming was actually him.

"Xin, Lord Xinyi? If you don't enjoy peace and happiness in the country, why did you come to the ancient road?"

As soon as Mr. Xinyi heard Yang Gan's voice, he looked at the huge creature wearing strange horse armor under his crotch, and gritted his teeth.

"Yang Gan, it must be Yang Gan, but I can't say it. If I say it, I will definitely die..."

"I'm just here for an outing~~~!"

"Outing? There are barren mountains all around, and there is an ancient road that has been abandoned for decades. You tell me about an outing? Damn it, you think I'm an idiot."

"Hahahahaha~~~~~!"

Yang Gan's words made the surrounding black armor cavalry laugh like pigs.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Xinyi, is now like a dead dog, about to die in a place where birds don't poop. How do you feel about it?"

Mr. Xinyi gradually clenched his fists, and his joints began to turn white. Suddenly he cursed angrily, "Little Yang Gan, I know it's you. Do you think that two hundred cavalry can run wild near the Tang Kingdom? There are at least five thousand soldiers in the capital. , you won’t be able to survive even if I die.”

Yang Gan narrowed his eyes, and through the ferocious mask, Lord Xinyi felt a little frightened. He, he seemed to be looking at a dead person.

"Palm mouth~~~!"

A soldier got off his horse, grabbed Mr. Xinyi by the collar, and slapped him hard with his big hand.

"Pah pah pah pah~~~~!"

There are five or six big mouths going back and forth. You know, the person who can be selected as a black armor cavalry must be at least

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Eight feet, imagine what it would be like for a big man over 185 and weighing 180 to 200 pounds to give you five mouths.

Mr. Xinyi only felt that after the first pain, he lost consciousness for the next few times. Little stars kept floating in front of his eyes, and his cheeks suddenly became swollen like a pig's head.

"Tie everyone up and take them to the camp."

Yang Qian waved his horse and ran straight towards the camp. Naturally, his subordinates would do the rest.

When they arrived at the camp, a dozen diners slumped down on the ground and looked at the large crowd of people. Each of these people was eight feet tall, as if they were in a country of giants.

Everyone wears uniform armor and uniform weapons. Judging from the appearance of these people, it is clear that they are an elite team that has fought many battles.

The dozen or so people who collapsed knew that they were probably in danger.

After these people were separated by Yang Gan, they were interrogated repeatedly.

Not long after, a detailed interrogation document was presented. Yang Qian opened it and breathed a long sigh of relief.

I was scared to death. I thought that Lord Xinyi had great powers and knew his plan, so he would have to do it all over again. Who knows if the Tongguo Congress would lose their minds.

But I didn't expect that Mr. Xinyi was looking for me alone to make him look good. Who would care about such a personal grudge?

"Yang Gan, what are you going to do with these people?" Mu Qing asked.

Zhang Yumeng also said, "I think these people are quite dangerous. Look, they are looking for trouble. They clearly don't give you face."

In fact, deep down in his heart, Yang Qian wanted to recruit these people. Although there were only a dozen or so capable people, the others were just go-getters. They were just thugs at best, but Yuntong was short of people.

But what is the situation now? The situation does not allow it.

Just when Yang Qian was hesitant, Mu Qing suggested, "Should we lock him up first?"

Yang Qian raised his eyebrows and thought it was no problem. Only a few hundred people fighting against the five scum would not disrupt the plan.

But Zhang Yumeng muttered, "Many villains in TV dramas do this. As a result, after the people were rescued, the villains were killed by these people not long after."

As the saying goes, the speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention. Yang Qian's nerves suddenly jumped and his face changed.

He came to Mr. Xinyi and asked, "Many people value face. Do you think it is face or human life that is more important?"

Mr. Xinyi, whose head was as swollen as a pig's head, still gritted his teeth and said, "I, I tell you, we, our Tang country will not let you go."

Mu Qing closed her eyes, she could already vaguely feel his fate.

Yang Gan laughed, grabbed Mr. Xinyi's hair, pulled out the iron knife, and slowly slashed his neck.

The red blood continued to overflow, and with a little force, the whole head was cut off directly, and it was kept swaying in the hand.

That unwilling and spiteful look gradually dissipates as time goes by. No matter how powerful and brave you are, it means nothing as long as you become a loser.

Therefore, one should not be too arrogant as a person. The strongest goal is not to become a prisoner, otherwise one will be in a dilemma of life and death.

As soon as he saw Yang Qian take action, the black armor cavalry behind him rushed into the crowd of hundreds of people like wolves and tigers, slashing and killing them, and heads were rolling in an instant.

A soldier gasped, holding six or seven heads with one hand and asked, "General, can these be considered military merits?"

Yang Qian threw Lord Xinyi's head to him and said with a smile, "Of course it counts. Those who have made meritorious service to the country will count. This head belongs to you."

The soldier took the head and didn't care at all. He weighed it twice and looked happy.

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"Thank you, General," he said seductively.

This is the head of a feudal lord, and it is very valuable.

In a short time, hundreds of heads had been chopped off. Unfortunately, they didn't bring any lime, so they could only let the heads stink.

As for the corpse, all the clothes were stripped off, the valuable ones were collected, and the clothes were buried on the spot. As for the corpse.

Just find some woods at random and place them randomly. After bleeding, it will probably be eaten up by some nearby wild beasts in only 5 to 7 days.

This place has been abandoned for decades, and no ghosts have come. There shouldn't be any mistakes in 5 to 7 days. The most important thing is, even if someone discovers it, so what? There is no identity or brain.

If you have the guts, do a DNA test. If you can find out, you can live stream the shit yourself.

At this time, Mu Qing's face turned pale and he covered his nose with a handkerchief to dispel the strong smell of blood.

Zhang Yumeng spread his hands and said, "Mu Qing, you see, this guy is a pervert."

"The Xia people are tigers and wolves, and they are good at cutting off people's heads in exchange for military merit." Mu Qing did not say whether he was happy or unhappy.

Yang Qian has not experienced this kind of scene for a long time. It is really comfortable. Since the war between the three clans ended, there seems to be no large-scale battle. I hope that Shang Guo and Liao Guo will not let themselves down this time.

As soon as he stretched out his hands, Xiao Yu immediately took out a kettle and poured it on Yang Gan's hands, washed his hands, and took out a bath bean for him to rub continuously.

After a while, Yang Gan's hands were white again, but he was still washing his hands, as if he wouldn't stop until he rubbed off a layer of skin.

After pouring out one skin bag, Yu Yu kept fussing and picked up another skin bag and poured it out. Zhang Yumeng shook his head. After Yang Gan's war, he rarely stayed by his side, but he also knew some of his quirks.

I don’t know if it’s the sequelae of killing too many people.

After the three skin bags were poured out, Xiao Yu whispered, "Sir, if you wash them again, the skins will be gone."

Yang Gan suddenly woke up and curled his lips, "I just like the feeling of water flowing through my fingers. It's quite refreshing."

"I think you just have a mysophobia, weirdo~~~! What do you want to do when you wash so cleanly?" Zhang Yumeng asked in surprise.

"You don't want to use your fingers, you are too perverted."

Yang Gan's face was full of black lines, and he couldn't help but reply: "Lich King, who is the pervert?"

He really had no choice. In his previous life, in everyone's eyes, Zhang Yumeng was a goddess, a fairy, elegant and dignified, with long legs, and a bust.

But once you get used to it, you will find that it is really the Lich King, silly and sweet, and the champion of arrogance, and sometimes you can be angry to death.

Mu Qing wiped Yang Qian's hands with a handkerchief, and after a while he smiled and said, "Wipe it clean."

"Where can I wipe it clean? I feel like I can't wipe it clean."

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At night, Yang Gan lay in a nest piled with licorice. Many cavalrymen simply lay on their horses or found a stone to lean against. This was one of the training items for the black armored cavalry.

In Yang Gan's eyes, they were not only cavalry, but also elite special soldiers, who needed to be trained both physically and mentally like steel.

Fortunately, it's spring, everything is recovering, but it's just recovery, and there aren't many bugs and the like.

There was nothing to say all night, and the next day.

Everyone did not bury the pot to make rice and gnawed on the dry food in their hands. Yang Gan, unlike ordinary soldiers, took out the dried meat and ate it.

Xuanjia Cavalry also brought kumiss, which didn't taste very good, but it was rich in nutrients.
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