"Please get up quickly."

After hearing Zhang Yong's words, Yang Yifei couldn't help but feel a little admiration for him. After all, not everyone has the courage and blood to fight for their lives to avenge their relatives.

In addition, he had risked his revenge on the Tartars before and reported to him, Yang Yifei could basically determine that this person was a reliable subordinate.

After he helped Zhang Yong up, he patted him heavily and said, "What a strong and loyal man. Since you have such ambition, then follow us!"

Zhang Yong was overjoyed and bowed to him, "Subordinate Zhang Yong, pay homage to the young master and madam. Please take back the gold. You only need to take care of the two meals and one night."

Yang Yifei laughed and said, "You can keep the gold! How can I take back the things I gave me? Now you can take us to the Tartar soldiers' garrison first and exterminate the Tartars here."

Seeing this, Zhang Yong stopped insisting, and put the gold back in his arms again and said, "Young Master, the local Tartars are also oppressing the Han people and committing many evil deeds. His mansion is just a hundred feet away, so we have to deal with it first?"

Yang Yifei nodded and said, "But, you come and drive."

Zhang Yong was excited and clasped his fists and said, "Yes, let's drag the Tartars away first."

"No need." Yang Yifei smiled slightly, waved his hand, and the corpses of the Tartars fell to the side of the road like broken sacks, as if they were swept away by some invisible force.

Zhang Yong was dumbfounded and looked at Yang Yifei as if he saw a god. His eyes were full of light, "Young Master's magical skills."

Yang Yifei smiled, patted his shoulder, and then entered the car with Li Mochou. Zhang Yong sat in the throne, shook the reins, and urged the horse to move forward.

Wherever the carriage passed, the bodies lying on the street flew away one after another, as if giving way to the carriage. Zhang Yong was both shocked and excited.

His own son has such unpredictable ability as a god or a ghost, so the two of them killed more than 200 Tartar soldiers in an instant. If they follow them, they will sooner or later be able to exterminate the Tartars.

Zhang Yong drove forward, and Yang Yifei stuck the curtain of the carriage on the side wall, chatted with Zhang Yong for a few words, and told him the names of himself and Li Mochou.

Yang Yifei, the magazine that Li Mochou had empty, had already filled her. Today is her first time using a pistol to fight in practice. She found that she was indeed much more labor-saving than using martial arts and the Ice Soul Silver Needle, and she loved guns very much. The original fairy of Chi Lian had a tendency to transform into a Pili Angel.

After walking sixty or seventy feet, he reached an intersection. Zhang Yong pulled the reins on his right and turned east. He walked about thirty feet and reached a large mansion.

At this time, the gate of the house was closed, Yang Yifei and Li Mochou jumped out of the carriage, Zhang Yong stood respectfully beside the carriage, Yang Yifei said to him: "Zhang Yong, I have countless magic weapons. As long as I master it, it is no problem to fight a hundred, and it is not impossible to fight a thousand."

"But many magic weapons are a little complicated to use and cannot be controlled easily in a short while. I will teach you the simplest, but powerful one first."

Zhang Yong clasped his fists excitedly and said, "Thank you, young master."

Yang Yifei spread his hands and a No. 12 shotgun bag appeared in his hand. Then he hung it diagonally on Zhang Yong's shoulder, spread his hands again, and a Remington M870 shotgun appeared in his hand.

Zhang Yong suddenly widened his eyes and took things out of thin air. Could it be that the young master he followed was actually a god?

"You've watched it, remember every move I've done."

"yes."

Zhang Yong concentrating his mind and focused on Yang Yifei's movements. When Li Mochou saw Yang Yifei take out another new magic weapon, he looked at him intently.

Yang Yifei held the shotgun in his right hand, flipped the gun over, revealing the upper bullet hole below, and then pulled out the shotgun from the ammunition bag on Zhang Yong's body and pushed it in from the upper bullet hole, seven in a row.

After the bullet was loaded, Yang Yifei stroked the reciprocating handle with a click and said to Zhang Yong: "This magic weapon is called 'Thunder Spear'. The thing hanging on your shoulder is called pilizi. The thunder Spear can be equipped with seven pilizi. No matter how many you use, you can fill it up at any time. Come with me!"

Li Mochou and Zhang Yong followed Yang Yifei to the door and stood half a foot outside the gate. Then Yang Yifei held his gun and pointed at the crack in the center of the gate.

"boom"

Yang Yifei pulled the trigger, and the muzzle immediately emitted flames and made a loud noise. Because the distance was close enough, the shotgun steel balls were concentrated, and a big hole was suddenly blasted out of the gate.

Zhang Yong and Li Mochou couldn't help but tremble all over their bodies as soon as the gunshots were heard. Zhang Yong was secretly shocked. It was worthy of being a thunder gun. This sound was indeed like the thunder in the sky.

"KaKa"

Seeing that the door was not opened by a shot, Yang Yifei pulled the handle again, threw out the empty shell, and the second shotgun was loaded.

"boom"

Another shot, and this time the two of them were mentally prepared, just blinked, but didn't tremble again.

There was another hole as big as a fist in the door. You could already see the door bolt that had been broken halfway. With just one more shot, the door would be blasted open.

Yang Yifei did not shoot again, but looked at Zhang Yong and said, "Do you understand how to use it?"

Zhang Yong nodded heavily and said, "I understand."

Yang Yifei handed the gun to Zhang Yong and said, "Okay, come and try it. Blast the door open for me. After entering, I will bombard the Tartars when I see them."

"But be careful, on weekdays, the gun must either be facing the ground or the sky, so as not to hurt others by mistake. You can only face the enemy when facing the enemy. Do you remember?"

"Yes, I remember." Zhang Yong took the gun with a trembling body. Yang Yifei frowned and shouted softly: "Calm down, be calm when using magic weapons. If you can't calm down, don't use magic weapons first."

Zhang Yong's expression trembled, as if a basin of cold water was poured on his head. His inexplicable state of excitement immediately calmed down, and his arms were firmly holding the gun and no longer trembled.

Zhang Yong is already tall and burly. Because he has been going up the mountain to chop wood all year round, his arms are thick and strong and his muscles are twisted. He really feels like Arnold when he holds a shotgun.

Yang Yifei said with satisfaction: "That's right. Remember to hold the gun tightly, but don't use too much force. Just use moderate force. Take action!"

"yes."

"KaKa"

Zhang Yong, as Yang Yifei was just now, thrust the handle and loaded it, then pointed the muzzle at the door latch and pulled the trigger.

"boom"

The door latch was finally broken, and the door opened, and just as the door opened, dozens of arrows flew out.

Yang Yifei had been guarding against this move. After Zhang Yong fired the gun, he used his mind power to condense a wall of mind power in front of the door.

The arrow shot on the wall of mind power and then frozen. Yang Yifei snorted coldly, and the arrow turned around and flew backwards.

“Ahhhh…”

A scream immediately sounded inside the door, and more than a dozen Tartar guards fell to the ground. Yang Yifei took out two shorts and rushed into the middle. Li Mochou held a pistol on the left, Zhang Yong held a shotgun on the right, and the three of them stepped into the gate of the Tartars side by side.
Chapter completed!