The people of Youzhou are all hooligans and bastards. They have bullied us in Jizhou so much. I didn’t say anything, so teach this old bastard a lesson!

In an instant, three or four stunned young people stood up.

"Old guy, your mouth is dirty, do you need a beating?"

Old Man Zhao is an old, weak, sick and disabled member of the Yongzhou Army, but he has experienced hundreds of battles and is a general's bodyguard who has climbed out of the dead.

Kick your left leg and rush towards the opponent like a cannonball.

"Crack!"

After a while, the three young men lay down.

Youzhou guy takes action!

The white-faced boy stopped hesitating and struck Old Man Zhao's knee with the stick.

Hearing the sound of wind caused by the long stick, Old Man Zhao took a step forward, turned around, and kicked the long stick away accurately.

Hey, is this old guy so skilled?

The young man turned his wrist, turned the stick into a gun, shook out three gun flowers, and stabbed Old Man Zhao in the abdomen.
Chapter completed!