"Yan Zhang, get out of here!"

Chang Jing'an's murderous shout echoed in the school grounds and reached everyone's eardrums.

After being quiet for a while, a sturdy figure finally walked out from behind Zhou Weiran and the others, and stopped in front of Chang Jingan.

"Brother Chang, long time no see."

Yan Zhang's eyes were surprisingly cold, but only he knew how much he was feeling in his heart.

"Huh~"

Chang Jingan tilted the scimitar in his hand, which was full of gaps, and asked through gritted teeth:

"Why?"

Chang Jingan didn't understand why Yan Zhang would betray him. The Yan family was already one person inferior to ten thousand people in the entire Pinghan Road, so why would they betray him again.

Over the years, he and his father had tried their best to satisfy what the Yan family wanted, including the military power of the infantry, which was all handed over to Yan Zhang.

Chang Huaiyi even almost married Yan Zhang's daughter and became close relatives.

Why?

Yan Zhang seemed to have known for a long time that Chang Jing'an would ask this question, and said coldly:

"Yes, the Chang family has given me a lot, but it is not enough. I, the Yan family, and I, Yan Zhang, want more, the entire Pinghan Road, and even the entire Central Plains!

There is something I, Yan, have wanted to say for a long time.

Why does the Yan family have to work cautiously under the Chang family?

How can a real man live in a state of depression for a long time?"

At this moment, Yan Zhang's face was filled with ambition.

After working under the Chang family for so many years, this man seemed to have accumulated endless grievances and complaints, and all his grievances burst out at this moment.

Chang Jingan stared blankly at the familiar yet unfamiliar man in front of him. At this moment, he seemed to no longer recognize Yan Zhang.

In fact, Chang Jingan and Yan Zhang grew up playing together. The two almost entered the military training together and fought side by side on the battlefield for many years. They are brothers who have died. Together with the two family friends, it can be said that Yan Zhang is Chang Jingan.

One of the most trusted people.

But now Yan Zhang's eyes are too cold and unfamiliar.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Chang Jingan coughed up a pool of blood, wiped his mouth with difficulty, and said with a ferocious face:

"Is it just for your own selfish desires? For your personal rights, Yan Zhang!

Have you seen how many people died in the entire Hanzhou City, and how many people will die in the entire Pinghan Road in the future!

You Yan Zhang, the border land that the Yan family has guarded for generations has become like this, how can you have the face to meet the ancestors of your Yan family!"

When he saw Chang Jingan spitting out a mouthful of blood, Yan Zhang's eyes clearly flashed with a hint of unbearability, but it quickly disappeared.

Facing Chang Jingan's roar, he only answered one sentence:

"Successful kings and defeated bandits have been like this since ancient times."

"Bastard, I'll kill you!" Chang Jingan shouted angrily, staggering and raising his machete.

Chang Jingan's eyes were full of anger and despair.

The man opposite me was once my brother.

"Whizzing!"

The moment he raised the knife, two rapid sounds of piercing the air suddenly sounded, and two sharp arrows penetrated the night and went straight to Chang Jingan's chest.

"don't want!"

Yan Zhang almost instinctively turned around and shouted angrily, raising his arm suddenly:

"stop!"

"Chichi!"

How is it possible to take back the arrow that left the string?

Two sharp arrows shot through Chang Jingan's body steadily, leaving two more wounds on Chang Jingan's body.

Chang Jingan, who was gradually losing his blood, looked at Yan Zhang blankly, watching this brother who had shared life and death fall to the ground.

In fact, he knew that just now, Chang Jingan could no longer lift the scimitar in his hand. He only raised the scimitar to seek death.

"Plop~"

Yan Zhang still kept raising his hand to stop the crossbowman. His eyes suddenly became a little complicated. He couldn't tell whether it was sadness or discomfort. He only knew that he was no longer as cold-blooded as before.

"Pfft, pfft!"

Chang Jing'an fell to the ground and twitched non-stop, with blood spurting out of his mouth. He looked extremely miserable.

It won't be long before this Pinghan Dao Jiedushi, the head of the Chang family, will die completely.

At this moment, Nalan Tingye, who was standing behind, suddenly made a move.

He slowly pulled out the scimitar hanging from Ulan Balsi's waist with his slightly white palm, walked to Yan Zhang step by step, and handed the scimitar to him.

Yan Zhang looked at the extremely sharp scimitar and frowned: "What do you mean, Prime Minister?"

Nalan Tingye smiled slightly:

"His head must be hung on the top of the city.

I’m sorry to bother General Yan.”

Yan Zhang's eyes instantly turned cold, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Everyone is dead, why be so humiliated!"

Everyone could see that Yan Zhang was not willing to cut off Chang Jingan's head with his own hands.

The smile on Nalan Tingye's face disappeared little by little:

"General Yan is unwilling? Don't forget, you are enemies now, not comrades!"

The scene fell into silence, Nalan Tingye raised the knife, and Yan Zhang just stared at him.

Even though Nalan Tingye is a scholar, his expressionless face also carries an unquestionable aura.

Ulan Bals behind him suddenly woke up and grinned:

"How about helping General Yan in the future?"

"Click!"

The dozens of soldiers standing behind Ulan Bals drew their swords in an instant. Almost at the same time, all the dead soldiers of the Yan family who followed Yan Zhang also drew their scimitars.

"Click rub rub!"

The sound of countless bowstrings was heard in the darkness.

The situation suddenly became tense, and there was a tendency to start a fight if there was a disagreement.

Zhou Weiran and Wanyan Bi frowned at the same time. This Nalan Tingye obviously wanted to cut off all Yan Zhang's escape routes and make him serve the Yan people wholeheartedly.

But as the King of Dongting, he must not watch his own internal strife. Zhou Weiran still took a step forward, walked forward, and gently patted Yan Zhang on the shoulder:

"Brother Yan."

Yan Zhang glanced at Nalan Tingye, who was calm and calm, and then at the school field where the scimitar was stern, and finally reached out and took the scimitar with a struggling expression.

The smile on Nalan Tingye's face appeared again, and he waved his hand casually: "Put your knives away, General Yan is one of our own, one by one, what are you doing!"

Yan Zhang was so angry that his face was livid, and he looked at Chang Jingan who was twitching on the ground with a knife.

Chang Jingan, who had only a glimmer of consciousness, seemed to have noticed something, and turned his head with difficulty to look at Yan Zhang.

"Huh~"

Yan Zhang let out a sigh of relief and slowly raised his scimitar. After killing people like this, he felt for the first time that the knife in his hand weighed a thousand kilograms.

The blade just stayed in mid-air, and Yan Zhang almost didn't dare to look at Chang Jingan's dark eyes.

"Brother Chang, have a good trip."

Yan Zhang recited something silently in his heart, and without any hesitation, he suddenly swung his sword:

"laugh!"

The bloody head rolled aside.

…

Dalong calendar, autumn of the second year of Taichu

Hanzhou fell, Ping Handao Jiedushi was defeated, and Chang Jing'an, the head of the Chang family, died in battle in Hanzhou City.

Hanzhou's 30,000-strong garrison was almost completely wiped out, and no less than 100,000 people in the city were killed.
Chapter completed!