Lord Fan pressed the other hand tightly with one hand to prevent himself from trembling. He turned around and looked into the crowd.

Even though I know that this will not be done, I hope you can succeed!

"As long as you kill someone with the surname Wei, the good opportunity for us to make achievements will come." A fanatical fanaticism rose in Lord Fan's heart. He thought of embroidering his robe and golden armor, and was sitting under the big flag of the Western Army Beiting Hou, waving Fangqiu, enjoying the eternal reputation of "sweeping rebellion".

"That's the real man." He thought.

The sound of horse hooves came like thunder, it was the front army.

The front army had three thousand and six hundred cavalry running to the front, and saw three cavalry, one fighting, one backup, and one carrying supplies. Although it was a hot day, none of the front army took off their armor. The leader only showed a pair of shining black eyes on the armor, and turned coldly on the three-colored officials' faces, and said, "Our army was triumphant."

Some of the people in Beiting cheered loudly, and a green-robed official scolded sternly: "What are you calling?"

As soon as he said this, Lord Fan shouted angrily: "Do you want to rebel?"

Immediately afterwards, a heavy whip whipped the Guan'er's back, and he was about to slowly lift up his face armor and said coldly: "We brave men who are fighting all over the world, and we dare not scold the people according to the military orders. Who dares to speak harshly? At least thirty military sticks are you? "

Lord Fan said angrily: "No rules can lead to a square line!"

"Where are you from the bird officer?" the side-cock raised the horse whip and said, "You have great rules, or are the steel knives of our Western Army?"

Lord Fan was speechless and furious.

"Zhang Xiaocheng, don't be rash, this is sent by the prince." Old man Han shouted.

Zhang Xiaocheng smiled bitterly, this old father-in-law is good at everything, but he only values ​​literati too much.

Don’t you know that the lord’s mind is like a waste, and he looks down on these people the most.

He licked the horse and said with a smile: "Not the prince sent it, how can it be that Mount Tai harms his son-in-law in the world? I see that these people were not sent by the prince, but I am afraid that they were deceived by the prince's banner. It would be better to kill them!"

Lord Fan was shocked. He was here to implement the plan, not to save his life!

"Zhang Xiaocheng, lead the front army back to rest, and there is no need to pay attention to it here." A man came to the back and saw that Mo Rigen, who is now the top general who will be the pioneer of Wei Yang. He will be the leader of the three guards and one battalion under his command. He is a famous and powerful faction.

Zhang Xiaocheng despised: "What are you talking about with these wastes?"

"Since it was sent by the prince, I'll just take it to ask, why bother with them?" Mo Rigen said, "Go into the city and rest for a few days. We'll still go south."

This sentence scared a group of bureaucrats to cramp their calves. Lord Fan took the lead and grabbed Mo Rigen's reins and asked, "Where are you going to hit?"

"This is a major military matter, how can I tell you and let go!" Mo Rigen whipped down with a whip. If it weren't for the guy's hunching his hand in time, I would have been afraid that another whip mark would be.

Lord Fan was very angry that the Western Army did not listen to the imperial court's orders at all.

He felt aggrieved in his heart, immediately walked out of the crowd to stop the large army, and whispered: "Is the Western Army the army of the Ming Dynasty?"

Just after the shouting, the horse's hooves caught up.

Wei Yang sat at the horse and looked at these people, and said strangely: "Where did a group of lonely ghosts come from?"

Lord Fan looked back and saw that the whole city was full of soldiers and civilians, so he reached out to grab the reins of the big red horse and asked loudly: "Does the Marquis of Beiting want to turn against him?"

Wei Yang was impatient: "The madman who ran out of nowhere, dragged him down and beat him instead of a military stick, and asked him to have a long memory and beat him!"

The entourage team came up without saying a word and held down Lord Fan, dragged him to the side of the road. The two of them pressed him, and the two raised their guns, and one of them shouted: "Removing the armor, unloading the armor."

He immediately stripped off Lord Fan's official robe and exposed his butt egg. He heard two crackling sounds and tried the strength first, and then beat him.

Old Man Han advised: "This is sent by the prince..."

"You are still too honest. If the old man sends someone, how can you not tell us first with the Military Information Department?" Wei Yang criticized bluntly, "You are still the nature of the peasant uprising army since ancient times. After conquering the world, you are eager to find scholars to take charge. Don't you know that these people are famous for being corrupt and dare not rebel. The world must be obtained under the banner of the saint Yun Master. My Beiting was taken back by thousands of heroes from the hands of the enemy. They were captured by the strong Han and the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Do you give such a good place to this group of people? Since we can conquer the world, we can also learn to sit in the world."

Speaking of this, he turned around and looked at Lord Fan, sat high on his horse's back and said, "You can take this back, and you can say this to anyone. With a few sentences found from the pile of old papers, he wanted to steal the territory we had captured. How many lives will your mother give you? How many heads will you do?"

Lord Fan struggled endlessly, but he was held down by two masters in iron armor, and a handful of soil was stuffed into his mouth, which could not be said in a word. Moreover, the severe pain from his butt made him realize that the person in front of him could not be taken down in just a few words.

What should I do?

Assassination, only assassination.

Just in time, Wei Yang ordered: "Children from all families, after returning to the military camp, they will be allowed to go back to reunite with their families. You can go back to the camp first, but when you hear the horn, you will click Mao."

In his tears, Lord Fan saw that there were only three or five hundred soldiers left beside him, and most of them were happily meeting their family and preparing to go back. He endured the pain and made a quick gesture.

Be him!

Wei Yangtuan bowed to the military and civilians to see the greetings, and then exchanged greetings. He said to the boy: "You must study hard when you go back. Don't go too far. Those who teach you to sing will also cost you your life. Do you remember? When you go back to the medicine bath, your adults said yes. If you have any worries, go to the government to ask. Do you remember?"

Tonger smiled and said, "I can't remember where I said it all the way!"

Wei Yang followed the hilt of the sword and walked with Old Man Han. After entering the city, half of the entourage team dispersed.

At this moment, a voice shouted on the street: "My surname is Wei, cut off my wealth. We will never stop until we die, let's see how to fight!"

With a bang, thirty or fifty people jumped from both sides of the street in the city, all of whom were clothed and clothed, but they covered their faces with hats. Some came with swords and guns, and some shot from high places. For a moment, the street screamed loudly, but they heard the call: "The thief who killed the heavens, dare to commit murder in Beiting City? Fight these thieves to death!"

None of the fierce Beiting people were panicked.

There was a man who was pushing a cart to sell noodles on the side of the road. When he saw an assassin, he was stunned for a moment, then overturned the cutting board, picked up the kitchen knife and smashed it towards him without saying a word, "You grandma, are you assassinating an adult in Beiting? How many legs do your grandma have?"

Wei Yang had already drawn out his long sword. Seeing this, even the old man in his seventies and eighties overturned the stall on the roadside. Some people picked up the urinals, some hugged the silk, and some people simply took off their shoes in their hands. They all surrounded the enemy like wolves and tigers, fearlessly dying.

He was a little shocked.

Is this the people of my Beiting?

This is clearly the king who went down the mountain and the King Kong who took the exam!

They are too brave, right?
Chapter completed!