Quick Travel: Accidentally captured that sickly villain
Chapter 171 I and That Crazy Critic Are Together (1)
Outside the city, at the foot of Yunji Mountain.
Suddenly, a large number of soldiers came and blocked Yang Hu's way.
The hooves of the horses roared, and they stepped on the flying dust, which was chilling and chilling.
The leader sat high on the horseback, with a cold expression on his face, and that indistinguishable face was no longer a playful smile.
He drew out his long sword, and there were countless cold lights behind him.
Yang Hu was shocked, tightened his horse rope, and asked loudly: "Zhao Minrang, what do you want to do?!"
Zhao Minrang raised his lips, and his voice was gloomy and cold: "Master Yang, it's a long way back to Beijing, so I came here to see you off."
Yang Hu glanced at the army behind him, but said nothing.
His back couldn't stop getting cold.
In the cage, Zhao Shang suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed.
The soldiers next to him found the right moment and immediately broke open his cage.
Yang Hu heard the reputation, his face turned pale in an instant, he couldn't believe that there were spies in the imperial army.
But none of these news made him feel scared.
The Zhao family father and son want to rebel.
Sure enough, in the next second, Zhao Shang threw away the shackles on his hands, and said: "Master Yang, I'm old, I'm afraid I won't be able to go back to Beijing with you to meet His Majesty!"
"You...you are going to rebel!" He shouted this sentence with all his strength, but it didn't change the other party's hesitation.
Zhao Min let out a sneer, with irony in Tao Hua's eyes: "Master Yang, you are a smart person, after returning to Beijing, will our Zhao family still have a way out?"
War is imminent.
The fierce horse neighed, drawing a bloody arc in the air.
Yang Hu watched helplessly, Zhao Minrang led a large number of soldiers and ran towards him, countless swords met, and a cold light seemed to hang over his head.
He staggered back, panicked, and only knew to shout to the guards behind him: "Kill them! Quick! Kill them!"
For a moment, the sound of armor colliding swept across the entire Yunji Mountain.
Blood spurted out, staining the yellow sand all over the sky red.
On the top of the mountain, Wan Qichen lowered his head and looked down at the situation below, his red lips slightly raised, revealing an almost ruthless indifference.
A man in black stood behind him respectfully.
The boy raised his hand, and a longbow was immediately placed in his palm.
He picked it up, hooked the bowstring with his fingertips, and pointed the arrow handle at the frantically fleeing figure below.
Everyone was fighting, only Yang Hu kept retreating, avoiding, and even using the guards around him as human shields.
Wan Tuchen's eyes showed mockery.
In the next second, the joints loosened, and the long arrow pierced the air at an incredible speed and whizzed downward, piercing Yang Hu's throat.
His pupils dilated infinitely, and he fell to the ground without even seeing why he died.
The scene was completely out of control.
The imperial army became a mess, and was soon captured by Zhao Shang and his son.
But the war is not over.
At the end of the mountain range, tens of thousands of soldiers and horses came on the wind, and from a distance, they were all dark figures, densely packed into patches.
The voice of the battle armor resounded through the sky.
Zhao Shang and his son's eyes widened, and they even felt the ground tremble slightly under their feet.
"Father, it's Shen Jianghe!"
Zhao Minrang's eyes were red with blood, his face and body were covered with blood, but he never worried about losing this battle.
But when he saw the endless black shadow in front of him, he actually felt a little desperate.
Should have thought of it earlier.
How could Shen Jianghe give up such a good opportunity to annex all the forces of the Zhao family.
But even if you think about it, so what?
The Zhao family can only fight, not retreat.
Seeing the moment when Shen Jianghe arrived with his troops, Wan Tuo's dusty black eyes fluctuated slightly.
He smiled and said, "Let's go, go back and wait for Lord Shen to return in triumph."
---
I suddenly had a headache at night. I don’t know if it was caused by eating cantaloupe overnight. It’s so uncomfortable...
Suddenly, a large number of soldiers came and blocked Yang Hu's way.
The hooves of the horses roared, and they stepped on the flying dust, which was chilling and chilling.
The leader sat high on the horseback, with a cold expression on his face, and that indistinguishable face was no longer a playful smile.
He drew out his long sword, and there were countless cold lights behind him.
Yang Hu was shocked, tightened his horse rope, and asked loudly: "Zhao Minrang, what do you want to do?!"
Zhao Minrang raised his lips, and his voice was gloomy and cold: "Master Yang, it's a long way back to Beijing, so I came here to see you off."
Yang Hu glanced at the army behind him, but said nothing.
His back couldn't stop getting cold.
In the cage, Zhao Shang suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed.
The soldiers next to him found the right moment and immediately broke open his cage.
Yang Hu heard the reputation, his face turned pale in an instant, he couldn't believe that there were spies in the imperial army.
But none of these news made him feel scared.
The Zhao family father and son want to rebel.
Sure enough, in the next second, Zhao Shang threw away the shackles on his hands, and said: "Master Yang, I'm old, I'm afraid I won't be able to go back to Beijing with you to meet His Majesty!"
"You...you are going to rebel!" He shouted this sentence with all his strength, but it didn't change the other party's hesitation.
Zhao Min let out a sneer, with irony in Tao Hua's eyes: "Master Yang, you are a smart person, after returning to Beijing, will our Zhao family still have a way out?"
War is imminent.
The fierce horse neighed, drawing a bloody arc in the air.
Yang Hu watched helplessly, Zhao Minrang led a large number of soldiers and ran towards him, countless swords met, and a cold light seemed to hang over his head.
He staggered back, panicked, and only knew to shout to the guards behind him: "Kill them! Quick! Kill them!"
For a moment, the sound of armor colliding swept across the entire Yunji Mountain.
Blood spurted out, staining the yellow sand all over the sky red.
On the top of the mountain, Wan Qichen lowered his head and looked down at the situation below, his red lips slightly raised, revealing an almost ruthless indifference.
A man in black stood behind him respectfully.
The boy raised his hand, and a longbow was immediately placed in his palm.
He picked it up, hooked the bowstring with his fingertips, and pointed the arrow handle at the frantically fleeing figure below.
Everyone was fighting, only Yang Hu kept retreating, avoiding, and even using the guards around him as human shields.
Wan Tuchen's eyes showed mockery.
In the next second, the joints loosened, and the long arrow pierced the air at an incredible speed and whizzed downward, piercing Yang Hu's throat.
His pupils dilated infinitely, and he fell to the ground without even seeing why he died.
The scene was completely out of control.
The imperial army became a mess, and was soon captured by Zhao Shang and his son.
But the war is not over.
At the end of the mountain range, tens of thousands of soldiers and horses came on the wind, and from a distance, they were all dark figures, densely packed into patches.
The voice of the battle armor resounded through the sky.
Zhao Shang and his son's eyes widened, and they even felt the ground tremble slightly under their feet.
"Father, it's Shen Jianghe!"
Zhao Minrang's eyes were red with blood, his face and body were covered with blood, but he never worried about losing this battle.
But when he saw the endless black shadow in front of him, he actually felt a little desperate.
Should have thought of it earlier.
How could Shen Jianghe give up such a good opportunity to annex all the forces of the Zhao family.
But even if you think about it, so what?
The Zhao family can only fight, not retreat.
Seeing the moment when Shen Jianghe arrived with his troops, Wan Tuo's dusty black eyes fluctuated slightly.
He smiled and said, "Let's go, go back and wait for Lord Shen to return in triumph."
---
I suddenly had a headache at night. I don’t know if it was caused by eating cantaloupe overnight. It’s so uncomfortable...
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