Yang Sheng led more than 300 Green Gang killers toward the heavy armored cavalry that had risen forward in numbers, and his momentum was not lost at all with his hand.

"Kill the horse!" Yang Sheng stopped and shouted loudly.

More than 300 people immediately stopped, stood in a row, and passed on their voices to each other, "Kill the horse!"

The war horses rushed over and stood up with hundreds of soldiers standing on the land. They showed contemptuous smiles on the faces of the cavalry, and saw the other party's unmoved expression, and they couldn't help but feel confused.

The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer. When the opponent's hooves were about to step in front of him, Yang Sheng bowed and slashed off the horse's legs with one knife. The blood splashed out dyed the armor red, and turned around and slashed wildly in the war horses.

These killers of the Green Gang were like silent butchers. Facing the expressions on the heavy armored cavalry, they calmed down to the freezing point, and followed Yang Sheng to slash and slash among the horses.

This is a very strange killing, and the killer has a very agile reaction, and these heavily armored cavalry appear very bulky after losing their war horses.

Yang Sheng's knife was very fast. After so many death battles, some movements had been instinctively engraved in the flesh and blood. His body could always react in front of his brain, avoiding the rushing horse, and turning around and stabbing it into the horse's belly.

The opponent fell to the ground with the war horse, and Yang Sheng didn't even look at it, and ran and killed the next one.

There were war horses falling to the ground. Chu Suiliang watched the scene for a long time and could not speak. Yang Sheng and hundreds of people blocked thousands of heavily armored cavalry. "Gu Qing, it's a pity that this character is not as good as the army."

Yang Shengsha was covered in blood, and there was the last one left in front of him. He looked up at the man on the war horse and whispered, "Dropping off the horse!"

The other party was hesitating before he could speak, but he heard a whistling sound of a horizontal knife slashing through the air. A burst of blood came over, and he lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground. His huge horse head fell to the ground. Yang Sheng looked at the surroundings of heavy cavalry. Without the support of war horses, these cavalry were just a burden and were not even walking smoothly, which was worse than ordinary infantrymen.

"Let's go!" Yang Sheng waved the blood from the knife and left calmly.

The battle on the other side was approaching the end, and the soldiers of the clans continued to flee.

Su Dingfang walked through one corpses after another and walked towards the limping eldest son of the Zhao family. "The ancestors used flesh and blood to defend this land. They used flesh and blood to exchange for peace in the world. You are not qualified to cause trouble on the land of your ancestors, and you have no face to meet your ancestors who have been commendable for generations!"

"You devils! If you want to destroy the Guanlong clan, you are not good things." The eldest son of the Zhao family shouted hysterically.

"You just want to keep your peaceful life and continue to live a life of enjoying your success." Su Dingfang spoke coldly and walked closer step by step. "The so-called family is not a group of things that only know how to eat the flesh and blood of the people. You don't think about the peace of the country, and you don't want peace in the world. It's you who are determined to do whatever you want to be in trouble for the sake of your interests."

"Don't come here!" The eldest son of the Zhao family sat down on the ground in panic. Looking at Su Dingfang covered in blood, he could not control his fear. How powerful the Tang army was.

When Su Dingfang lifted the horizontal knife in his hand, the eldest son of the Zhao family fell to the ground, "I surrender, don't kill me."

On the Mang Mountain, Mr. Zhao, the second young master, watched the fleeing of the clans, "Ten thousand people were defeated by ten thousand people, and it has to be said that the Tang Dynasty's military strength has grown too fast in recent years. Su Dingfang, a brave general, has been chasing Li Jing all the way."

"Not comparable." The old man said, "I have seen Li Jing, who was still young back then. No matter how many new generals appeared in the court, no one can surpass Li Jing's achievements."

"I understand that for Li Shimin, without Li Jing, there would be no Tang Dynasty today, and there would be no Su Dingfang now." Mr. Zhao understood this truth very well, "Old man, do you still remember that guy on that rainy night? I sent someone to follow him, but none of my subordinates came back. That person is not simple, he was not here to collect herbs."

"You still don't want to let it go after all." The old man shook his head bitterly, "I'm tired."

"I will help you back." Mr. Zhao, the second young master, supported the old man, with an excited smile on his face. Everything was in his own plan. The Guanlong clan was indeed defeated by Gu Qing, and the next one would be a major purge of the Guanlong clan.

As I was walking, I heard a lot of footsteps. I looked sideways and saw a group of people running around in the mountains.

"Don't look, don't ask." The old man said.

"Yes!" Mr. Zhao nodded.

Back in the simple thatched house, the old man sat down tiredly, "It's been so many years, so many people have come to die."

Mr. Zhao didn't want to ask anymore. The old man had already said what he wanted to say. Even if you kill him, he wouldn't say why so many people came to Mangshan at this time. After thinking for a long time, he still asked, "Is their coming here related to you?"

"Yes." The old man said helplessly, "It's all because I knew too many secrets when I was young. Some secrets have to be protected for the rest of my life. I will bear them for the rest of my life."

"Let me take it on my shoulders." Mr. Zhao said respectfully.

"You are not worthy and you are not qualified." The old man's tone was very cold.

"I'll make rice soup for you." Mr. Zhao, the second young master, stood up with a suffocation, and had known this answer for a long time.

The autumn wind blew the fallen leaves all over the mountain, and Hongfu Nu searched for clues all the way, but as soon as she entered the Mang Mountain, she saw the forests. She looked at the thatched houses over there from a distance, "There is no people in this ten-mile forest at first glance, but there is such an old man and a boy living here."

"General, are we going to do it?"

"No, we're just staring at them here." Hong Funnian said calmly, "Spread her eyes and see who else is in Mangshan."

"Yes!" The Detachment of Women under Hong Fu Nu immediately dispersed to do things.

There was a tranquility above Mang Mountain. The blood at the foot of Long Mountain not far away stained the land red. The clans and horses fled into the Guanlong territory. Su Dingfang was taking his troops to clean up the battlefield.

Li Xiaogong looked at the corpse on the ground and felt sad and angry. The family went to his own way and walked back to his tent to pour strong wine into his mouth, drinking sip after sip.

No useful person was caught, but he just caught a second son of the Zhao family. Li Tai looked at the other party disliked, "The Guanlong family, which was striking the Central Plains, raised this kind of thing?"

"Who are you?" Mr. Zhao looked at the fat man who was talking.

"He is His Highness the King of Wei!" Xu Jingzong stepped forward and slapped Mr. Zhao on the back of the head, "I'm not a polite!"

"You are Li Shimin's son." Mr. Zhao raised his head and said.

"Detain this person, send it to Chang'an and hand it over to Dali Temple, and let him confess his crimes." Chu Suiliang ordered.

"Who are you? Why should you imprison me!" Mr. Zhao was still stubborn.
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