However, Yang He didn't have to look at it too much. At this time, bandits continued to break through and in the east and south of the carriage, and even a steady stream of bandits climbed in from the carriage.

At this time, long-term soldiers were not easy to use. Yang He ordered the spearmen to retreat. They cooperated behind the wade hands and sword shield hands. When fighting in a short battle, they held the spear and stabbed the bandits in front of them.

Screams, roars, and wars entered a white-hot state.

Yang He held a long sword in his hand. He looked at the surrounding situation. Qian Sanniang was dancing maces. The part she protected was without a thief, and the Jiu Ye had already put away his bow and arrow. His long soldiers used white wax poles, while the short soldiers were a machete.

His big sword danced so hard that he could kill many bandits in succession.

Chen Qiuao held a knife in one hand and held a shield in the other hand, and carried two bandits with swords and shields without losing their disadvantages. He also had the same experience as the strengths and weaknesses of his opponents.

It can be seen that the bandits appear to be aggressive, but they are at the end of their power. As long as they retreat, the bandits will be defeated.

With a "wave", Chen Qiuao slashed hard with a knife and was blocked by the bandit's sword and shield hand. He was stabbed by the stinger, but was also held back by another bandit's sword and shield hand.

The two thieves cooperated so hard that they could not get in. Judging from their appearance, they might still be brothers.

Yang He rushed forward suddenly, and he stole a slash, stabbed out hard, and stabbed through a bandit's sword, shield, and shield, left rib, hollow gate.

With a "puff", the chill was so cold that the extremely sharp blade pierced the thief's body, and a rain of blood was sprayed out along with the tip of the knife.

The thief suddenly opened his eyes wide, his face full of incredible expressions.

In fact, it was not that he had not paid attention to Chen Qiuao. He had met Yang He behind the two of them. However, although this man was wearing a narrow dress, holding a saber and wearing a cloak, he looked like a gentle scholar and was not very threatening.

So although he paid attention, he mostly focused on Chen Qiuao and the others. Unexpectedly, the scholar suddenly turned into the murderer.

Yang He drew out his long knife, and blood rain fell like a fountain.

The thief stared at his wounds in a daze, and the blood mist floated in the cold weather, so desolate.

He swayed, and finally fell down with his eyes wide open, dying with his eyes open.

"elder brother……"

A shrill roar sounded from the mouth of another bandit, Dao Shin. He threw down Zeng Youhui, roared, roared, and rushed towards Yang He while dancing Dao Shin.

A cold smile appeared on Yang He's face. Let's go to hell together.

He rushed forward with the knife, and a big rotation, his waist force bloomed with a long sword, and the dazzling sword light flashed again.

Chen Qiuao and Zeng Youyu both quickly retreated. They already had experience and knew that Xianggong Yang was going to use his ultimate move.

They held weapons, but only helped them from afar.

The fierce silver light enveloped the bandit's sword and shield hand was angry, and at this time he had to turn off attack to defend.

He is also a good player, and the shield in his hand barely blocks the silver light from the arc.

But unexpectedly, the sound of the shield blocking the tool's "wave" did not appear. The inside was hardwood, and the outer skin shield covered with cowhide was cut open, just like a hot knife cutting butter.

Then the dazzling arc continued to flash, instantly passing through his arms, chest and waist, and flashed from the back of his waist with a few traces of blood.

Yang He stopped holding his knife and maintained his posture.

The bandit stopped moving, his face was full of dullness. Suddenly his shield and arms fell, half of them, and then blood like a fountain sprinkled, and his whole body was covered with blood mist.

His upper body slowly cracked and slid down under the help of blood.

The lower body was also shaking, and finally fell to the ground, mixing into a large pile of blood and internal organs.

The surrounding area seemed to be quiet, and Yang He heard the cry of the little girl Wang Dian'er in the carriage: "Wow, what a mighty man, there are people in the world who are even more powerful than Sister Guser."

Yang He felt a little moved: "Sister Gu Se, is it Qian Sanniang?"

Sanniang is just a commonly known name as Ranking, so at this time, the man called Dalang and Erlang, the boudoir name of the strong woman, seemed to be Qian Guse.

"Yoyou deer sings, eats the scutellaria of the wild. I have guests, playing the zither and zither. I have a harmonious and joyful heart. I have the intention to drink wine and enjoy the hearts of the guests with the swallows."

This name should come from this sentence in "The Book of Songs, Xiaoya, Lu Ming".

In ancient times, names were quite particular, including the Book of Songs, the Book of Songs, the Analects of Confucius, and the Zhouyi of Wu. I don’t know if the name was chosen by her father, Jiuye, or if it was asked to choose another teacher.

However, Yang He didn't have to think too much at this time. Seeing a bandit dancing with a short axe and jumping off the big cart beside him, he stabbed him quickly with a sword.

With a "puff", the bandit's throat was pierced before he could see clearly the situation in the car array. He opened his eyes wide and his eyes were dissipated. After the long knife was pulled out, the short axe fell, covering the bloody wound and rolled to the ground.

Yang He still didn't stop, and then walked towards the car formation with a knife. Chen Qiuao once met two of them hurriedly following him.

Just now, the Ninth Master Qian Zhongyong also caught a glimpse of it. He opened his mouth in surprise and followed.

A bandit with a knife roared at Yang He. Yang He's long sword suddenly stabbed him with a "puff" sound, and the sharp sword pierced his body. A large amount of blood flowed out of the bandit's mouth, and the knife in his hand also fell to the ground.

Then Yang He cut off the horse and swept it across.

Blood rained, and the heads of two bandits who were rushing to the sky with their waists raised high and rushed into the sky.

Then, there were two right arms holding the big knife.

Yang He didn't say anything silently, and went to the car formation again. Not far away, Qian Sanniang was hitting a bandit's head with a mace. Her cold face was covered by a red-taxed felt hat and couldn't see clearly. Only her tall figure and crimson cloak were constantly raised.

"when."

A bandit holding a big stick hit hard, Yang He held it with a long knife, and the big stick was hitting the handle of the long sword's copper stick, and the buzzing sound of gold and iron fighting.

Yang He shook his arms, and the bandit holding the big stick staggered back and fell out, hitting his back hard behind the cart.

Then he roared and rushed over, and followed by two bandits who jumped out of the cart.

Yang He shouted loudly, and the long sword rotated and danced again, with his waist force, and the silver sword light flashed brightly.

A silver arc whirlwind flashed, and the three bandits suddenly stopped. Their faces were full of dull expressions. Then, like their "senior", the waists were constantly sprayed with blood mist, and finally they split across, and blood and all kinds of messy things surged all over the ground.

The surrounding area was quiet, and both sides of the enemy and us were shocked. Many people looked at the pieces of corpses on the ground with their faces as if they were earthy.

Yang He's face was covered with blood and his expression was very sharp.

His cloak was covered with bloodstains, mixed in the dark red color, and it was still so eye-catching, which was also a symbol of his force and military achievements.

He put away his knife, silent again, and headed to the car formation again.

Qian Sanniang also caught a glimpse of this scene. She looked at Yang He again and again, and followed with the mace covered with blood and minced meat.

And his elder brother Qian Likui, who was also full of admiration, followed with a knife.

Her fourth brother Qian Lijue opened his mouth and followed unknowingly.

There are also Minister Yang, Hu Employed, various corpses, etc., and more and more people followed Yang He.

Looking at the bandits again, they all looked terrified, and their eyes looked at Yang He like the King of Hell.

Yang He rushed over, and they retreated unknowingly. Many people rolled rapidly with their Adam's apples on their faces.

Suddenly, a bandit holding an axe screamed, threw down the axe in his hand, turned around and fled to the cart, but unexpectedly, he tripped when passing the handlebars and threw himself to the ground.

Yang He took a step forward and stabbed him with a knife. With a "puff", the extremely sharp blade pierced his body.

The thief screamed shrillly, but Yang He pushed him, and he just struggled with his limbs and twitched desperately on the ground.

As soon as an order, the thieves screamed loudly, rolled and crawled, threw away the weapons in their hands, and fled to the chariot formation.

They were so frightened that they all screamed shrillly, only to regret that their parents had fewer legs.

Jiuye and others chased behind him and chopped and chopped, but at this time no bandit had the courage to turn back and resist. Their morale had completely collapsed, and they used both hands and feet, hoping to crawl away.

Yang He stood up with a sword, killing many thieves, and he was a little panting. Seeing Jiu Ye killing a bandit to his side, his face was full of excitement.

There were also everyone in the chariot formation, from the escort to the soldiers on their own, and all of them were excited, and the bandits finally collapsed.

Yang He said: "Jiu Master, you must pursue it immediately and you cannot give the bandits a chance to complete the team."

Jiuye Qian Zhongyong nodded vigorously. He was convinced by Yang He. Today, he saw a scholar who is both civil and military, and who is both civil and military. He is still so young and even a scholar at a young age.

He knew that Yang Xianggong was right. Although the bandits were defeated, the backbone of their horse team was still there, so they could not give them the chance to reorganize the bandits or even attack the horse team.

Take advantage of this time to chase them out, drive away their defeated troops, and disperse their cavalry, and your own cavalry can also attack sideways.

The two of them quickly discussed and asked the soldiers to chase them out first, and the soldiers of Yang He's team also lined up to kill. His eldest son Qian Likui led dozens of stagnant divisions to drive away the defeated soldiers head-on, and then they attacked ten cavalry sideways and backwards.

Yang He suggested that he would join the riding and shooting team, and Jiu Ye nodded, and he was already a little numb to Yang Xianggong's ability.

...

The soldiers pulled the carts away to facilitate access. The knights pulled their horses to the back of the official road. When passing by the cart, Yang He saw Wang Qiong'e in the cart constantly looking at him.

Uncle Huang stood beside the carriage, holding his waist knife and nodding at Yang He's friendly smile.

There were also the chief followers of Yan's mansion who all cast admiration and even awe.

Only Manager Yan looked at him with a dazed expression.

After Yang He arrived at the official road, he felt a little relieved when he saw that his younger brother and sister were safe and sound. He was holding a big pot here, but it was burning water to help rescue the wounded. The clinic apprentice Li Jiale sticks out his butt and is busy.

Yang He didn't care about looking at it anymore, and after giving orders, he got on the horse under the service of Yang Dachen, inserted the long sword to his saddle and rode his own horse.

He pulled out the five-power bow from the bow pot on the right side of the saddle and looked at it. The horse bow was still good, and the light arrows were also full of.

Look at the left and right, Jiu Ye, his daughter Qian Sanniang, and his fourth son Qian Lijue all rode on horseback, and there were seven studs who were good at riding and shooting. They were all tidying up their own horse bows and weapons. Like Yang He, they basically used the five-power bow, and only Qian Lijue used the four-power bow.

Their weapons were different. Jiu Ye used a white wax pole, while his daughter Qian Sanniang still used a mace.

Her heavy weapon was also horizontally on the saddle. Maybe she designed it herself, and her mace would not fall off.

She stood on the ground and was obviously higher than the surrounding bodyguard. After riding a horse, she glanced at Yang He and turned around on his sabre. Her eyes under the red-taxed felt hat were as bright as stars. The cold wind blew her cloak from time to time, and the sound of hunting sounds were heard.
To be continued...