The cold wind is blowing, and the bloody battlefield.

Yang Hece was on the horse, and he carried the reins and slashed the horse's sabre horizontally. A gust of wind passed by, and his cloak flew from time to time.

The Jiuye and Qian Likui and the escorts around him were excitedly chasing the remnants of the bandits. Today's battle will probably be a good topic of conversation for their long time in the future.

Minister Yang led seven soldiers, including Han Daxia and his son, and some team soldiers, also chasing the Bandits.

The bandits were already in horror, and everyone was shouting to escape, and no one dared to stay and fight.

Before the war, they were arrogant and domineering, and now they are just some stray dogs.

Seeing Yang He thinking about something immediately, Jingjing didn't know what he was thinking. Qi Youxin, Yan Dezheng and others around him did not dare to come up and talk. They just whispered to the surrounding team soldiers to clean up the battlefield and rescue the wounded, as well as women such as Zhao Zhongju and Sun Zhaodi, and also ran up and down on stretchers.

Yang He glanced slightly and saw that the baggage team was on the battlefield of Luo. When the bandits rushed over, they carried countless packages of various sizes, as well as many packages of thieves, horse thieves, and many packages of packages, etc. After the battle of Luo, they would probably get another gain in the team.

He rode his horse and suddenly his expression moved. He got off the horse. A team of wounded soldiers was being carried on a stretcher by two strong women.

Seeing that he was vomiting blood from his mouth, the injury was probably not good.

Seeing Yang He, the wounded man had a hopeful look in his eyes. He reached out and said hoarsely: "Father...My husband..."

Yang He stepped forward and held his hand, and said in a deep voice: "You said."

The wounded struggled and said, "Please... Please be pitiful to my husband... My wife and children..."

Yang He said, "Don't worry, I will treat them well. Even if I do, I will take them all the way to the place where I live."

The wounded showed a reassured expression on his face, and he said, "Thank you... Thank you..."

Then he passed away with his eyes closed.

Zhao Zhongju and others beside him all looked red in their eyes.

Yang He slowly stood up and was a little lost for a moment.

Hearing a chaotic voice from afar, he turned around, but Minister Yang and others escorted some captured bandits, about a hundred, and many of them were also found, following them in groups of three or three, with their faces full of hope and anxiety.

Seeing them getting closer, Minister Yang and others kept punching and kicking the bandits, or whipping them with knife handles and guns. The bandits just laughed.

Seeing that they were all pulled out of their belts and tied their hands behind their backs, they walked with a squeamish and ugly way.

Many bandits looked dissatisfied with their faces, and they seemed to feel that it was not necessary to tie them up like this, and they did not intend to run away. Otherwise, at their speed, the hope of these refugees would be extremely slim to catch up with them.

Some people were looking around and constantly looking at Chen Yang and others beside them, obviously thinking about how to get along with these "new companions" after joining the gang.

They were taken to Yang He and then knelt all over the ground, begging for mercy and saying that they hoped to join the group.

At this time, not to mention Minister Yang, Qi Youxin and others sneered, even Hu found employment, Zeng Youyu smiled grimly. Yan Dezheng sighed and turned his head. Zhang Chugong also took his two younger brothers away, and Hu Kuyi secretly hid behind his brother.

Han Daxia, Han Guaner and his son looked at him coldly, and Chen Qiuao held a shield in one hand, expressionless.

Yang He looked at them coldly and burst into laughter. Then he stopped laughing and said to the bandits, "You are not human things, and you deserve to coexist with us? Still want to join the group?"

He shouted sternly: "Cut off all their heads and hang them on the official road tree to serve as a warning to others!"

The bandits were stunned. What's going on? They saw that this scholar defeated the Erzhang family. They were obviously a tough and sharp person. They might be able to create a new world with him. Otherwise, according to their ability, if they run to a team that is not a guest of honor, why bother to surrender?

Why are you going to cut your head?

Before they could react, Mr. Yang Qian dragged a bandit and slashed it with a knife. The thief's head rolled down, and the headless corpse knelt on the ground, and large streams of blood were spurted out, and then he fell to the ground weakly.

The bandits around were screaming in shock, and they were really cutting their heads.

Many of them jumped up and wanted to escape, and then a spear came. Before they knew it, the killer soldiers and baggage soldiers in the army had already surrounded them.

They stabbed under the spear, used all their strength, and showed no mercy, accompanied by the blood rain, bringing the flames of revenge.

Mr. Yang is right. Not everyone should be killed, and he should avenge the dead and injured brothers in the team.

The screams continued, and the bandits were tied with their hands behind their backs. Even if they jumped up, where would they run?

In the dripping blood, they were all stabbed to death by a spear, dying with their eyes open.

A thick bandit jumped up, and he was about to rush out as he roared. Chen Qiuao hit him with a shield, staggering and falling back. Once you eavesdropped on the pilogue in his hand with the sound of wind, three iron forks pierced his body, nailing him to the ground and howled shrillly.

Hu Juye's long knife kept slashing and stabbing a bandit, bringing blood flowers.

He laughed wildly: "Sunen is so refreshing, and following Mr. Yang is so refreshing."

The sound of horse hooves came, but it was Jiu Ye and the others who came back, chasing the horse thieves, looking for scattered horse supplies, etc. Looking at the situation in front of them, they were all stunned.

Master Jiu said in a trembling voice: "Grandpa Yang..."

He saw Yang He's team capture some bandits from afar, thinking that he might hand it over to the government office on the way, but he wouldn't have killed it like this.

This scholar is really cruel and ruthless, completely different from the scholars he has met.

The more I look at him, the more I feel that he is a mystery.

Listening to the shrill screams and begging after begging, Qian Likui and other corpses begging around him were a little uncomfortable.

His fourth son Qian Lijue's face turned pale. When he first saw Yang He, he was very proud, but after a war, all the experiences had long lost the flying expression.

But his daughter Qian Sanniang sat quietly. She carried a mace and glanced at Yang He from time to time under her red-taxed felt hat.

There was a scream from the carriage on the official road, and the people who were found were also watching tremblingly.

Many people were trembling all over, afraid that Mr. Yang would drag them to chop them up if he had an order.

Among these people, two people dressed in defeated soldiers were wearing broken cloaks and red hats and military caps, which were already very worn. The two of them were still holding bird guns in their hands, and they looked like crutches, and they were obviously very weak.

They carried large packages, and although they were covered in dirt, they were still young. One of them looked at them and said tremblingly: "Brother Huyan, will it..."

There was a big bamboo and wood tool behind the package behind "Brother Huyan". He said tremblingly: "Don't care if you brother... don't be afraid, this husband will definitely only kill bad people..."

Soon, more than a hundred bandits were executed, and they all cut off their heads along with the killed bandits on the battlefield.

The soldiers broke up their buns, held them in their hands with blood, and then went to the official road, tied their heads to the branches one by one in the horrific gaze of the carriage.
Chapter completed!