The Young and Vigorous Eighth Prince

The leader looked coldly at Jiang Fan and others in front of him, with a hint of sarcasm and contempt on his lips.

In the blink of an eye, five hundred riders rushed over at an extremely fast speed. The distance between the two sides increased from one hundred feet to fifty feet. It seemed that they were about to kill Jiang Fan and others in one round of charging.

But at this moment, Jiang Fan's cold voice was heard.

"ignition……"

As soon as the voice rang out, one of the white-robed guards picked up a bow and arrow, lit a torch, and shot forward.

The rocket fell about forty feet ahead. The moment it landed, flames shot up into the sky. In the blink of an eye, a circle in front was ignited.

The moment the fire appeared, it was followed by a series of explosions, and the five hundred cavalrymen rushed into the explosion range.

The violent explosion caught the 500 cavalrymen who were charging around by surprise, and a large number of the 200 to 300 people rushing in the front were killed or injured.

The cavalry group suddenly fell into chaos. The leading cavalryman saw this scene, his face filled with horror and disbelief. He thought it would be easy for Jiang Fan to charge and kill.

But who would have thought that they would fall into a trap after just one round of fighting, with many casualties. This made him think that he had seen it wrong.

Just as they were astonished, suddenly, there was a burst of hurried horse hoof sounds coming from behind them. He turned his head and saw about five hundred white-robed cavalrymen appearing from behind.

Before they could react, Jiang Fan's three hundred cavalrymen also attacked.

At this time, the 500 enemy cavalrymen who were charging discovered that they were attacked from the front and back, with 300 cavalrymen in front and at least 500 cavalrymen in the back.

Seeing this scene, the remaining 300+ enemy riders showed vicious looks and immediately rushed towards Jiang Fan. They were indeed death warriors, and even though they were doomed to die, they still wanted to complete the mission.

However, when they were charging towards the three hundred white-robed cavalry, they had just reached a distance of about twenty feet when a series of bangs came from the opposite side.

Then, the more than 300 cavalrymen on their side fell off their horses from time to time. There were heavy casualties, and by the time they rushed to the front of the white-robed light cavalry, there were only about 200 people left.

At the same time, the five hundred white-robed cavalrymen who appeared behind him had already rushed to his back. They and the three hundred white-robed cavalrymen in front of them attacked from the front and back. With a powerful charge, the enemy cavalrymen were almost killed in one blow wherever the Mo Dao passed. The heads of the people were separated, and the swords could not withstand the slashing of the Mo Dao.

Nearly 200 enemy cavalrymen were killed in almost one round. The leading cavalryman looked at the 500 white-robed cavalrymen behind him in astonishment, his eyes full of shock and disbelief. He thought he had seen it wrong.

He remembered that he had clearly asked his men to confirm that the white-robed cavalry were indeed heading to Huaining Prefecture, but why would they appear here?

But he no longer had the chance to find out the reason, because the white-robed cavalry had surrounded him and Chu Chengrui's Mo Dao chopped off his head with one blow.

He would never have thought until his death that it was true that Jiang Fan asked the white-robed cavalry to leave, but some of the cavalry sneaked back.

Jiang Fan calculated that those people would not attack at night, so he had people bury gunpowder around them under the cover of darkness to form the first line of defense.

When the enemy rushed to the protective net, the explosives were ignited and exploded, causing extremely effective damage to the enemy.

The five hundred enemy cavalrymen probably never imagined that Jiang Fan had already set a trap, waiting for them to come and die.

The next step was to clean up the battlefield. Jiang Fan came to three prison vans and asked people to pull the cloths away.

The wooden board separating them was opened again. The light shone in, and the three people inside unconsciously covered their eyes with their hands. At this time, the three people looked extremely haggard.

"You heard the explosion just now, did you see the bodies over there?" Jiang Fan said indifferently to the three people who were slowly recovering.

The morning light was not strong, and the three of them had already adapted to the light at this time. Although they still felt a little uncomfortable, they could see clearly what was in front of them.

When he saw the bodies on the ground, his eyes were filled with astonishment and a hint of fear.

The three of them vaguely guessed that the assassins were coming for them, especially Zhao Jingzhong, who knew better how ruthless the Sixth Prince was.

"What do you want to say?" Zhao Jingzhong looked at Jiang Fan coldly. At this moment, he no longer had the fear and cowardice he had before, and he looked very calm.

Ye Shixuan and Hou Qinglin looked at Jiang Fan in horror, their eyes filled with fear, helplessness, and disbelief!

Although their mental defenses had collapsed under Jiang Fan's confinement in the dark room, they still held on to a glimmer of hope. They thought that if they could go to Beijing, their backers would do their best to rescue them.

But now it seems that their backers have already given up on them and are willing to send troops to kill them in order to prevent them from becoming witnesses.

If they want to survive, I'm afraid only Jiang Fan in front of them can help them.

"Zhao Jingzhong, Ye Shixuan, Hou Qinglin, if you want to stay alive, what should you do... I don't need to tell you... If you still have a fluke mentality, I can't guarantee that I can save your lives in the next assassination."

Jiang Fan looked at Zhao Jingzhong and the other two coldly, with a hint of sarcasm and indifference on his lips. He looked at the three of them deeply, waved his hand, and signaled his guards to seal the door.

Just when the guards were about to take action, Zhao Jingzhong suddenly said, "I can cooperate with you, but... you have to guarantee that I will survive, and my family, you have to protect their lives?"

Hearing this, Jiang Fan turned to look at Zhao Jingzhong and said, "Zhao Jingzhong, do you think you are still qualified to negotiate terms with me?"

There was a hint of amusement on his lips, and his eyes were cold. Zhao Jingzhong heard this, and looked at Jiang Fan with his pupils slightly shrunken. When he met Jiang Fan's indifferent gaze, he showed a bitter smile on his face.

"If you behave well, I can save your life, and even let your family live with you. You should know that if you are convicted, your family will be killed!"

Zhao Jingzhong's family was imprisoned, but not taken back to the capital. Instead, they were locked up in Hejian Prefecture. Once Zhao Jingzhong is convicted, his family will also be executed!

Upon hearing this, Zhao Jingzhong looked at Jiang Fan excitedly.

"This is true!"

"You can choose to believe me or not! You have no choice!" Jiang Fan looked at Zhao Jingzhong indifferently.

Zhao Jingzhong's expression slowly calmed down after hearing this. He nodded heavily to Jiang Fan and said, "Okay! I believe you..."

Jiang Fan nodded when he heard this. When the guards saw this, they were about to seal the wooden board, but Jiang Fan waved his hand and said, "No need..."

When Zhao Jingzhong heard this, a hope and a hint of gratitude welled up in his eyes.

Seeing this, Ye Shixuan and Hou Qinglin immediately knelt down and begged for mercy to Jiang Fan. Ye Shixuan was the first to speak: "Eighth Prince, I am also willing to testify. Please save me, Your Highness!"

Hou Qinglin also nodded quickly and looked at Jiang Fan eagerly, his eyes full of pleading.