When the cavalry marched in front of the rich men, the sound of horse hooves was already deafening. Only then did the rich men wake up and slowly gave way to the road on both sides.

The speed of hundreds of riders was slightly slower, and they slowly passed through the middle of the road that everyone had given way to.

Qian Zimo looked at this group of people with a hint of surprise. Since they were holding the military flag of Zhou Dynasty and were unprepared, Qian Zimo naturally knew that these people were his own.

However, the armors of each one were bright and flashy at first glance, coupled with the frivolous appearance of these rich men, which made Qian Zimo curl his lips in disdain, but this expression was not seen by them.

A soldier from the famous Shanzi camp slowly glanced at the group of rich men, his eyes were cold, and the murderous aura emanating from his body seemed to be absent.

The rich people who had been laughing suddenly felt their mouths were dry and speechless, and the nearly a hundred guards beside them also looked a little unnatural.

The man named Hui Shao swallowed his saliva and showed no arrogance. Qian Zimo, who was the leader just now, stared at him. He instantly felt as if there was a sense of death hanging over his heart.

Just when the cavalry of hundreds of people was about to pass through the crowd, a rich man finally couldn't bear it anymore and cursed in a low voice: "Damn, they are a bunch of bumpkins, pretentious!" Unexpectedly, even this curse was said.

The sound was actually heard by the soldiers of Shanzi Camp.

"boom!"

Hundreds of riders suddenly stopped riding at the same time. A large group of Shanziying soldiers turned their heads to look in the direction where the curses came from. Qian Zimo rode up to a group of young men with a gloomy face and asked with a little anger.

road:

"Who scolded you?"

The group of young men were silent, no one dared to speak, and the scolding one was even more frightened. He buried his head in the crowd, sweating all over his body, and kept praying in his heart that Qian Zimo would not find him.

"I ask again, who scolded you!"

Qian Zimo's voice suddenly rose, and he pulled out the sword from his waist with a "squeak" sound. The soldiers of Shanziying behind him also drew their swords in an instant. A crisp sound of swords being unsheathed was heard continuously, and everyone's eyes showed a fierce look.

The group of young men were so coaxed that they immediately moved to both sides, leaving only the cursed young man standing alone in front of Qian Zimo.

Qian Zimo slightly drove the horse under him, approached the young man, slowly put the knife on the man's neck, and asked softly: "Why are you swearing?"

Young Master's body was trembling uncontrollably. The moment the knife was placed on his neck, he was trembling all over. He wanted to scold Qian Zimo for a few words to embolden him, but he found that his mouth no longer obeyed his orders, and his upper teeth

The person who touched his mouth kept trembling.

Frightened and helpless, he had no choice but to look at Mr. Hui standing aside for help, hoping that Mr. Hui could help him.

Hui Shao, who had behaved like a child of aristocratic family before, riding his horse and whipping his whip, was now sweating profusely. Seeing the man's gaze, he forcibly cheered himself up and wanted to stand up for him, and said tremblingly: "Everyone."

As soon as he said these two words, Qian Zimo and hundreds of soldiers from the Shanzi camp all turned their stern gazes on him, and a murderous aura rushed towards him.

Hui Shao was stunned for a moment. He opened his mouth but did not dare to say the rest of the words. He shrank his head and stayed quietly aside.

Qian Zimo turned his head to look at the scolding young man, gently patted his cheek with the side of his knife and said, "Come on, scold him again."

The faint words reached the young master's ears, but they seemed to be as sonorous and powerful as thunder, instantly breaking down his psychological defense. The young master burst into tears with a "wow" and stammered, unable to speak.

"stop!"

Just when the situation was tense, a loud shout came from a distance. Everyone looked up and saw Tang Xing'an coming on horseback, with Chu Yucheng in a white robe beside him.

It turned out that Tang Xing'an and Chen Yue left the city after chatting, and Chen Yue was helpless against the fighting power of the two armies. Chu Yucheng dropped by out of courtesy, but Tang Xing'an never expected to be outside the city gate.

Seeing this scene, Chu Yucheng saw something was wrong and shouted stop.

Master Hui breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Tang Xing'an, thinking that this guy's life should be saved.

"What's going on?" When the two of them walked in front of Qian Zimo, Chu Yucheng asked with a frown. A group of Shanziying soldiers beside him were murderous. These guys must have done something to anger the Liangzhou soldiers, otherwise they wouldn't

As for pulling out the knife.

Tang Xing'an also had a worried look on his face, fearing that these young masters would offend these murderous gods by turning their backs. He knew how powerful the soldiers of Shanziying were on the battlefield.

When Qian Zimo saw Chu Yucheng coming, he had no choice but to put down the cold knife in his hand and briefly recounted what happened before.

Chu Yucheng's face gradually turned cold. He had always disliked the arrogant and domineering young master, but he didn't expect these guys to speak rudely and insult Liangzhou soldiers.

Tang Xing'an was shocked when he heard this. He glared at the young man fiercely, scolding his eighteenth generation ancestors in his heart.

But he had to step forward to protect this man, so he had no choice but to turn to Chu Yucheng and Qian Zimo and said with an apologetic smile: "I'm sorry, everyone, I, Mr. Tang, led the troops in a bad way. I apologize to all the soldiers on his behalf."

, I hope you can stop arguing, after all, we are all colleagues."

As the commander-in-chief of the East Route Army, his posture has been lowered to such a low level. In addition, Tang Xing'an has always had a good relationship with several generals in Liangzhou. Chu Yucheng did not want to embarrass them any more and looked at the scolding man with an expressionless face.

The young master said: "Apologise!"

Tang Xingan breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and shouted angrily: "Did you hear that? Apologize!"

The young man was in tears at the moment. When he heard that his life had been saved, he didn't care about his embarrassment. He kept bending down and bowing, and kept saying: "I was wrong. I'm sorry, all heroes.

I was wrong."

The people around him, Mr. Hui, all turned their heads to the side when they saw the young master's unsightly appearance. It was really embarrassing.

But everyone is still hiding aside, not daring to stand up for him. Looking at the menacing posture of the Liangzhou Army, whoever speaks again will probably die here today.

"Let's go!" Chu Yucheng glanced at the group of young men lightly, then turned his horse and ran towards Luzhou City.

Qian Zimo also sheathed his sword, glared at the man, and then followed Chu Yucheng's figure away. Hundreds of soldiers from the Qishanzi camp roared away.

"Huh~"

Seeing the group of black-armored soldiers finally leaving, everyone heaved a sigh of relief. The young man who had walked around the gate of hell couldn't help but slap himself hard. Who allowed himself to talk too much?

"Hmph! How many times have I told you not to conflict with the Liangzhou Army? Does it work?" Tang Xing'an also snorted coldly, then whipped his horse whip and walked away into the distance.

Although the forces behind these young men are complicated, and some of them have extremely deep backgrounds. But after all, he is also the commander-in-chief of the Gyeonggi garrison and a person promoted by the Yuwen family. Giving face to their family does not mean that he has to swallow his humiliation in front of these young young men.
Chapter completed!