Not only the soldiers who besieged Lu Mansion were silent, but also the servants guarding the courtyard of Lu Mansion were silent.

This blow to 'break the Tianmen' is too cruel.

"Father, are you okay? Are the three mothers okay?" On the quiet long street, the voice of the knight with the golden crown rang.

"Sure enough, it is indeed my Qilin'er!" Lu Jinhe didn't know for a moment whether he was overly surprised or frightened, and his hands were shaking a little.

In fact, he used to think that Lu Wu was not living up to expectations and was tired of spending all day in a pile of makeup and powder without seeking to make progress.

Even if you are tired of wearing makeup, why not find some beauties? The Lu family is not without money.

It turned out that Xiao Wu was doing well. He was surrounded by a group of tall and strong female warriors, and one of them could do the work better than three of them. But when it came to beauty - who could stand this? He almost became a joke among his friends.

Therefore, Lu Wu wanted to live in a more spacious place where he could play horse racing and archery. Lu Jinhe gave him the Wutong Villa where the Lu family stayed during the spring and autumn outings and hunting without saying a word.

"Father?" The Golden Crown Knight raised his head and asked again.

"Well, everything is well! We are all fine." Lu Jinhe shouted quickly.

"Then the child is relieved. Father, please sit quietly for a while. After the child kills all these soldiers, he will come in and pay homage to his father."

"Wait a minute, God is kind to people. If they come down, don't kill them." Lu Jinhe quickly called Lu Wu.

Just kidding, let’s not talk about life and death just now. If Xiao Wu kills all these people now, the hatred will be too strong.

Since Gongzi Yuan is dead, it is a foregone conclusion that Gongzi Jiu will ascend to the throne.

What's more, the Shesheng Camp is a permanent force stationed in Songjing, and most of them are descendants of Songjing, so there are quite a few families involved.

Once the chaos is settled, the Lu family will be in a lot of trouble just because of these dead and injured people.

"Well - are you willing to surrender?" Lu Wu followed the good example - he had to give his father some face.

"We are willing to surrender!" The soldiers who were standing against the wall shouted quickly.

"General, spare your life!" Someone knelt on the ground.

"Hurry up and put down the bow and arrow in your hand. If you want to die, don't hurt everyone."

"Dang rang, ding rang." Some people just threw their swords, shields and weapons to the ground.

At the end of the long street, more than a hundred cavalrymen turned their horses and wanted to leave.

Lu Wu frowned and ordered: "You guys clean this place up, I'll be back as soon as I can."

As he spoke, the Black God under his crotch suddenly let out a long hiss, and his hind legs suddenly exerted force, crushing two bluestones under his hoofs, leaping six feet away, and rushed straight towards the cavalry team who wanted to leave.

More than a hundred cavalrymen were in confusion.

Some people want to ride their horses to hedge, some want to speed up and run away, and some are hesitant.

But when Hei Shen let go of his speed, he ran like a black lightning. Before these cavalrymen could reach a consensus, Lu Wu had already charged in.

With a careless swing of the halberd, he killed three cavalrymen who were adjusting their horses' heads and preparing to confront him. Then, with a swipe of the halberd to the left and a stab to the right, two more cavalrymen fell off their horses.

By the time Lu Wu rushed through the crowd of cavalry, more than ten people had already fallen off their horses - and they were all dead.

After rushing through the crowd, without Lu Wu's instructions, Heishen neighed, raised his front hooves, turned around with his hind legs, and then hit the ground with his front hooves, leaving two holes in the ground.

Lu Wu sat upright on his horse, placed his halberd across the horse's back, looked at the cavalry in front of him, and opened the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing his snow-white teeth.

"It seems you are not ready to surrender?" Lu Wu asked gently, with a hint of expectation in his words.

After being idle for fifteen years, Lu Wu once thought that this was the only way to enjoy life.

But after killing many people today, Lu Wu suddenly discovered that such killings could actually make him excited.

In his previous life, Lu Wu was born as a demon from outside the territory, and with the help of Zhang Lie and Zhang Zhanjue's undying fighting spirit, he condensed it into a fighting spirit, so he was qualified to become the weapon spirit of the Dutian Wangui Banner.

But whether it is an extraterrestrial demon or a fighting spirit, they are both monsters that rely on battle and killing as nutrients for their growth.

"I surrender!" A veteran with a somewhat vicissitudes of life on his face was the first to throw away his saber, dismounted neatly and knelt on the ground.

Wang Xuan has been in the army for more than ten years, from being a civilian to being a member of the Shesheng Battalion Cavalry. It is an exaggeration to say that he has experienced hundreds of battles, but he has a very keen sense of danger.

Needless to say, the knight with the golden crown on the opposite side is very powerful, but his cruelty is probably very human - there is something in his eyes and tone that is like a cat teasing a mouse. If someone on his side jumps out and says a word "no", I'm afraid

This pervert will happily go on a killing spree.

"Old Wang, I am willing to surrender." Behind Wang Xuan, another cavalryman was about to speak when Lu Wu glanced over and the man immediately changed his words.

Now that someone had taken the initiative, all the cavalrymen dismounted and surrendered.

Only the four cavalrymen felt that they were standing far away, so they each rode their horses to escape for their lives.

"Teng, Teng, Teng, Teng -" four string sounds sounded, and four iron arrows came out from the string one after another and penetrated into the backs of the three people.

The distance between the two sides was only more than thirty steps, and yet someone dared to turn his back to Lu Wu to escape. This was completely unreasonable.

Among them was a cavalryman who was very skilled in equestrian skills. Hearing the sound of a bowstring behind him, he used a move to hide in the stirrups and hide his body under the horse's belly.

But the iron arrow penetrated the horse's belly and nailed him to the horse alive.

The war horse fell, and the man was pinned under the horse and could not die for a while. He had to scream loudly and beg his comrades to help him free himself.

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Lu Wu surrendered the cavalry over there, while Lu Jinhe ordered his Ding family generals to go out and control the infantry who had lowered their weapons, while he was upstairs overlooking the overall situation.

"Commander Jiao, Song Chongfeng, you are well-informed. Who is my fifth son?" Seeing that the overall situation outside had been decided, Lu Jinhe turned around and asked.

Commander Jiao is Jiao Heng, the leader of the family generals, and the worshiper of Song is named Song Changhe, who is known as the "Changhe Sword" in the world. He is one of the three worshippers responsible for the daily security of Lu Mansion.

Song Changhe had been guarding near the main entrance just now, guarding against soldiers climbing up the wall to attack. Now that the overall situation was decided, he came to protect Lu Jinhe.

Jiao Heng wanted to use the command flag to command the overall situation, so he also stood on a high building.

"In my opinion, the fifth young master can already be called a fighting general, and even among the fighting generals, the fifth young master is probably the strongest. Master, if I remember correctly, the fifth young master is only fifteen years old, right? This is really

It’s so horrifying that no one would believe it.” Jiao Heng was so amazed that it was hard to describe.

The fighting general he was talking about was not a title conferred by the imperial court, but an honorific title given to those who had mastered martial arts in accordance with ancient rituals.

The original "general" did not refer to an official position, but to a highly accomplished military strategist.

Among military strategists, these masters are divided into two types.

One type is 'general', which refers to those who are highly knowledgeable as military strategists. They are proficient in astronomy and geography, arrange troops and formations, and grasp the hearts and minds of politicians. They can then command large armies to attack cities and destroy countries.

The other type is "Fighting General", which refers to those who are masters of military skills and martial arts.

Fighting General is a simple word. It is just a strong word. If you are so strong that you can use one person's power to roam the battlefield with invincibility and decide the outcome of the battle, then you are called Fighting General.

In today's world, there are many great generals.

After all, anyone who holds a high position and can command an army can be called a general.

However, there are very few recognized fighters.
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