With Ye Qing's soft "kill", the crossbows in the hands of the thirty banned soldiers immediately flickered like short lightning flashes, and the firelight flashed away from a distance. Then the untidy golden men who ran into the woods began to scream and fell to the ground.

The Jin man, who was following behind, watched the companions in front of him cry and fell down one by one, so he immediately turned around and ran back. Ye Qing and the thirty banned soldiers behind him were still guarding the edge of the woods, watching the Jin man run back.

Dong Chao looked at the one-sided posture in disbelief. He had to admire the cleverness and care of the Imperial City Department. He had always thought that they were just lurking, but he didn't know that even after lurking, there were so many tricks.

The tents with more than fifty heads were sorted out by them in an orderly manner. Now the situation in the camp is completely under the control of the imperial city ban soldiers. There is no need to worry about the golden people coming out of the tent behind him. As long as you concentrate on dealing with the golden people in front of you, and then Ye Qing, who is only a hundred feet away, will form a pincer attack on all the golden people in the Jin camp with the power of a hundred people.

Ye Qing on this side had already won the championship and pressed against the Jin people step by step. On the other side, Lao Liutou and Sang Kun also found the banned soldiers who were ordered by Pi Li San to follow him at the door of a large mansion in Zhongmiao Town.

After a few people talked in a low voice, they flipped through the low-high courtyard wall of the backyard of the big mansion. As no one walked quietly, Pu Luhun and Luo Shichuan were both present in a room with lights. Beside them, they were still sitting there, obviously the owner of the mansion.

Some yellowed and worn window papers were slightly poked into a silent hole. When they saw the three people inside, they looked relaxed, and there was a beautiful woman next to them.

Old Liu looked at the sneer at the corner of Sang Kun's mouth, and then secretly pulled the sleeves of the jailed guard who had been monitoring him. His eyes were facing each other. Just as Sang Kun was about to break into the door and capture Pu Luhun and Luo Shichuan, Old Liu suddenly frowned and a painful expression appeared on his face.

"You..." Sang Kun was stunned, looking at Old Liu's head with an extremely painful expression on his face, then looked at the banned man who was also covering his stomach, and sneered and lowered his voice, "Go and solve it, it's all right to pick it up at the back door."

"Isn't it suitable? The deputy commander sent me..."

"How can you catch people with your virtue? Or are you not beaten up enough by our people that night?" Sang Kun pointed at Old Liu's eyes, which were still bruised, and mocked.

"I... I'll be in trouble." Old Liu and the banished soldiers covered their stomachs, and after they finished speaking, they ran out impatiently.

Sang Kun did not doubt whether the sudden stomachache between Lao Liu and the monarch was true or false. In his opinion, Lao Liu, who was brave in the Sizhou brothel that night, could not have been timid at the time of the battle. It was obvious that he had really eaten his stomach, which was so.

Otherwise, with their courage, they naturally want to perform well and hope to win Ye Qing's favor.

So Sang Kun, who had no doubt about his, just disappeared from the door and kicked the wooden door after Lao Liu and the Imperial City Session soldier disappeared.

With a thud, while the wooden door was kicked out of a hole by Sangkun, the entire door slowly fell to the ground. The six people in the room heard the reputation and saw three fierce Tatars with cruel smiles breaking in.

"It's you..." When Pu Luhun and Luo Shichuan saw that the person in charge was Sang Kun, they were so scared that they stood up from the chair.

The situation of being beaten by Sang Kun in Sizhou City that day suddenly came to my mind. The bruise gradually disappeared on my face seemed to be punched hard again, and it hurt like a needle.

"This is the road of enemies!" Sang Kun snorted coldly, then walked towards Puluhun with big strides.

The two subordinates behind him followed closely behind, looking at the people blocked in the room by the three of them. After Sang Kun gave the order, he punched the owner of the house with one punch. Then, another three women in front of him screamed without waiting for him, punching and kicking without any mercy, instantly knocking the three women unconscious.

In the quiet room, there are only three fierce gods, the grim Tatars, and Puluhun and Luo Shichuan who are looking at each other.

"You...what do you want to do? I haven't held you responsible yet, you dare to follow me!" After Pu Luhun was beaten by Sang Kun once, his heart was already covered with shadows. When it comes to force, he was not the boy in front of him with a strong physique like a bear.

So when he saw Sang Kun sneering and slowly approaching him, he remembered the situation when he had just gotten off the boat in Sizhou and was beaten by Sang Kun with one hand and had no power to fight back. At this moment, Pu Lu was in a panic and could not feel any rebellious in his heart.

After all, it was only the time at Sizhou Wharf. Sangkun was completely afraid of Pu Luhun. Looking at Pu Luhun pointing at him who was retreating, Sangkun stretched out his fist and smiled grimly: "I see where else can you retreat!"

Sang Kun, who was pressed step by step, Pu Luhun, who was forced to retreat, leaned against the wall and subconsciously turned back to the window behind his head. When Yu Guang swept a huge fist in his ear with the sound of wind.

Luo Shichuan heard a bang, and Pu Luhun seemed to trip up by something under his feet, and he actually flew out of the window.

With a clamor, the window flew away. Sangkun stepped over the window with a grim smile, grabbed his head and buzzed. Venus appeared in front of him. Puluhun, who could not tell the difference between the east, west, south and north, was like a little chicken, stuck under his ribs. Standing outside the window and looking back at the room, the two subordinates standing in front of Luo Shichuan said, "Call out and take it away."

Luo Shichuan looked at Sang Kun, who was like a wild beast, and said with a grin at himself. He immediately reached out to surrender and begged for mercy, "Don't, I'll be with you..."

But before he could finish his words, he felt like Pu Luhun just now, and he felt as if he had been knocked away by someone. He fell to the ground in an instant, and his head was dizzy, feeling like he was being carried out.

On the other side, in the woods where Dong Chao was standing, a faint smell of blood had already made him and his men clearly hear it. The fighting sound of the Golden Man Camp not far ahead had gradually subsided after less than a stick of incense.

Sometimes screams came from my ears, but it was obvious that this was just a fish that was missing the net, and was now surrounded by the Imperial City Division's ban on the camp.

Dong Chao and his subordinates looked at each other. He thought it would be a strife or an ambush that would have been evenly matched or that they would have helped. In front of them, they were easily completed by the banned soldiers of the Imperial City Division.

Especially with the dim light, when I watched the banished soldiers of the Imperial City Division killing without any delay, I felt an inexplicable shock when I felt happy.

Such a fierce killing momentum is obviously not easily comparable to them. And although those people are all ages and are about the same age as them, they are definitely not comparable to those of them.

Looking at the situation not far away, they couldn't help but start to compare. If they were to them, would they be able to hold on for a little longer than the Jin people? Or if they were to ambush the Jin people in front of them, would they be able to solve the battle faster than the banned soldiers of the Imperial City Division?

The answer is obviously impossible, and there is even no way to compare. These people who seem to be kind and call each other brothers on the mountain these days are obviously much better than them!

At this time, they really understood why Ye Qing was so relaxed and calm from beginning to end, why he refused their help, and why he said arrogantly that he did not come to win over them, but that he was just doing it.

Obviously, Lord Ye was not arrogant, but was really capable of saying those words, but was really helping him because of the friendship between Mr. Yi'an, and not intentionally trying to win over them.

After all, who would take the risk to win over someone who is far inferior to his own?

Even if Ye Qing didn't look at the expressions of Dong Chao and others, he could imagine the shock in his heart at this moment. Similarly, he was also shocked by the candidates selected by Poo Li San, Lao Liutou and Zhao Qier this time.

At the same time, I also admire the Beiwei Army formed by Yue Fei. If it still exists now, it will be a powerful force!

Surrounded by Poli San and several ban soldiers, the only two tents that were abandoned by the Imperial City Department were still dark and silent. They were like people inside, as the night wind and the smell of blood spread, it seemed to be trembling.

Ye Qing held the Mo Dao, which was not very bloody in his hand, looked at the banned soldiers around who had begun to count the number of people, and then slapped the door of the tent with the Mo Dao in his hand, and said lightly: "In ten breaths, come out of the tent immediately."

After saying that, he looked back at Po Li San and continued: "The scope is expanded, and then see how Old Liu is doing. I can do it myself."

Poo Li San was a little worried. After looking at the tent that Ye Qing had slapped with a mo knife, he hesitated and said, "But... there are at least twenty people in the two tents..."

"No, there are three women and four men in two tents, and they are all older, don't worry, there will be no problem." Ye Qing said to Popo Li San with a smile.

"Then..." Poli San hesitated for a while, not knowing what Ye Qing was thinking, but he obeyed: "Then be careful, I will keep a few nearby. If you have any questions, just go and pick up Lao Liu and the others, and see if there are any fish that have missed the net."

Ye Qing nodded, then looked up at the night sky. For some reason, the bloody smell at the tip of his nose made him intoxicated. He sniffed a few times without feeling the odor at all, and then waved his hand to signal Pili San and others to leave.

As Po Li San and others just left, the curtain of the tent that he had photographed quietly raised a corner, and a cautious, nervous head slowly exposed from the inside.

(ps: I came back from work overtime last night, so I didn’t write. I’m sorry, so I’ll try to get the chance to add more. By the way, please recommend and collect it. It would be better if I had a monthly ticket!)
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