Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1690

A group of people came from the Wan State government. The leader pointed at the white-browed old man on the stage and shouted, "Catch him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Wan man swung his sword at the onlookers.

But the next moment, an arrow shot out from the crowd.

No, it should be two.

One arrow came from Tang Xinghe, and the other from Ma Chuyang. Both were shot from the small crossbow hidden in the sleeve.

Tang Xinghe's arrow went straight into the leader's throat, and Ma Chuyang's arrow hit him right between the eyebrows.

Up and down, blood spurted out.

The people of Wan were frightened and dared not move rashly.

The vanguard troops led by Tang Xinghe and Ma Chuyang were hiding among the people. Seeing this, they protected the people and retreated.

The leader fell off his horse immediately. Seeing that the situation was not good, the others turned around and fled in panic, while others became even more crazy and rushed forward with swords in hand.

Tang Xinghe shouted, "Form a formation!"

The vanguard quickly assembled and stood in their respective positions, remaining calm in the face of danger. Although there were only eight people in the team, they were like a solid wall, firmly blocking the people.

At the same time, the formation formulas were frequently used and the formations changed unpredictably.

He has the momentum of one man guarding the pass and ten thousand men unable to break through.

Everyone has a small crossbow in hand and can shoot accurately.

The people of Wan fell to the ground wailing.

Tang Xinghe snatched the sword from the Wan man's hand like a ghost, swung it at him, and blood splattered everywhere.

Use your knife to kill your people.

Everyone followed the example of the pioneer soldiers.

Knife up and down.

The people were so stunned that they forgot to retreat.

It was the first time for Tang Xinghe and Ma Chuyang to kill someone at close range. The last time was in the capital, when they killed an enemy from a distance with arrows.

After returning that time, both of them were still shaking in their hands for at least half a month.

This time, the big knife chopped at the flesh, making a dull tearing sound in the ears, deafening.

The warm blood splattered all over their faces and bodies, and the fishy smell was so strong that they almost felt nauseous.

But they must swing the knife.

They wanted to let the people know that the Northern Wing Royal Army was coming.

The enemies of Wan State are not strong!

We must also let the people of Wan know: your doomsday has come!

The boy is no longer the boy of yesterday. He is no longer the kind of man who has to shout slogans before taking action.

The fighting spirit surged and burned in my chest.

Fight, fight, fight! Speak with your sword, not your mouth!

Every swing of the sword expresses hatred towards the State of Wan.

Occupy my land and abuse my people!

I will make you pay back a thousandfold! Tang Xinghe raised his hand and wiped the blood off his face with his sleeve, his eyes as cold as iron.

He picked up the blood-stained long knife, with blood still dripping from the tip of the knife.

He slowly pointed at the remaining Wan soldiers, his voice as cold as ice, "The Northern Wing Royal Army is here! Who else wants to give it a try?"

The Wan soldiers were frightened by his momentum and retreated one after another. No one dared to take another step forward.

The Wan people fled.

Tang Xinghe withdrew his troops and stopped chasing. There were only eight of them, but they had to protect hundreds and thousands of people.

The boy has finally matured, knows when to advance and when to retreat, and is no longer frivolous.