An hour passed.

The poisonous fog dissipates!

When everyone in the farm family was about to rush into Shennong Hall,

Juzi of the Mo family rushed over with his disciples of the Mo family.

Mo Jiazi said with a deep expression: "After getting along with each other for this period of time, it seems that the Zhu family of Shennong Hall is not the murderer."

"Um?!"

Tian Hu couldn't help but be startled when he heard this. He didn't expect that the Mo family would actually plead for the Zhu family.

"This is an internal matter within our farm family. If you don't help, forget it."

"But if you dare to protect me, don't blame the farmers for taking action against you!"

"But……"

Mo Jiazi was still about to speak, but Tian Hu and others had already gone deep into Shennong Hall.

The next day.

It's bright!

The army set off and broke out of camp.

Ying Ziye led the army and continued to patrol the east.

But as they moved forward, the scouts ahead reported that there were many corpses of civilians on both sides of the road.

"oh?!"

Ying Ziye looked startled.

As the army advanced, he looked towards both sides of the road and saw corpses lying on both sides of the road.

His clothes were torn and there were scars from swords all over his body.

Ying Ziye frowned, looked to Meng Tian and asked, "Why do so many people die tragically here?"

"I don't know either."

Meng Tian looked suspicious.

Because Bai Ye was assassinated and died earlier, he was worried that someone would do harm to the Eighth Young Master, so he immediately said respectfully: "I will send a scout immediately to investigate the matter!"

"Um!"

Ying Ziye nodded slightly.

The army rested on the spot, and some soldiers collected the corpses on both sides of the road and burned them.

Near noon, a group of scouts turned back, bowed to Ying Ziye and said, "I would like to inform you, Eighth Young Master, that there are many bandits here. I am afraid these people will die at the hands of bandits!"

Ying Ziye frowned slightly, his heart filled with murderous intent, and he said coldly: "Get rid of these bandits!"

"Here!"

Meng Tian bowed in response, immediately turned around and left, personally leading the team to take action.

It lasts about a stick of incense!

I saw a mountain stronghold standing on the mountainside, rising from the ground and quite tall.

It seems to be quite powerful.

But now I have met the great general of the Qin Empire, an elite soldier!

Thousands of iron cavalry came with great momentum.

The dust is swirling and the earth is roaring.

There are patrols at the entrance of the cottage and bandits are guarding the gate tower. Where have you ever seen such a scene?!

He instantly turned pale with fright.

"This, this is the army!"

The patrolling bandit screamed, turned around and ran away.

The bandit guarding the gate was so frightened that he fell to the ground and shouted: "Close the door, close the door!"

"Heaven, how come the imperial army is coming to kill?!"

"Run!"

"The imperial army is coming, run away!"

"Everyone, run away quickly, the Imperial Cavalry is coming!"

The shouts rang out, and all the bandits who heard it couldn't help but change their expressions.

Cottage lobby.

The leader of the village was drinking wine, holding a woman in his arms, and looked happy.

"Master of the village, it's not good!"

The guard bandit ran all the way to the lobby.

The leader of the village frowned slightly and said in displeasure: "What happened?"

"You are yelling, what happened? Why are you so uncalm?!"

The guarding bandit was about to answer.

But all I heard was the sound of roaring and collapse!

When I turned around and looked around, I saw that the wall of the mountain village had collapsed.

boom!

Outside the stronghold, Meng Tian led his army towards the stronghold. Each knight held a hemp rope in his hand and tied it on the wooden city wall gate.

He turned around, mounted his horse and pulled down the city wall and gate.

As for the bandits on patrol and on the gate, when they saw the army coming to kill them, they didn't dare to stop them and ran back to the stronghold.

The leader of the village looked pale, and the beauty in the lobby was forgotten, and he turned around and ran away!

He knew deeply how terrifying the imperial cavalry was.

Don't look at the fact that he is the leader of a stronghold and has hundreds of people in the stronghold.

But facing the imperial cavalry, they can only wait for death.

What's more, a rough look at the number of people on the other side shows that there are definitely thousands of people!

Seeing the village leader running away, the bandits guarding the village and the guards at the gate also followed him.

"Captain of the village, take us with you!"

Meng Tian led the army to easily set foot on the mountain stronghold, and mercilessly shot out his spear at the bandits, piercing them and killing them.

The bandits fled in all directions, but how could they compare to the war horses?!

One of the generals looked at the lobby of the village, and when he saw someone there, he immediately rushed forward with his men and cavalry.

Before the leader of the village had even taken a few dozen steps, he was chasing after him and slashed his head with a sword.

In an instant, the village was razed to the ground.

All the bandits rushed to kill them and beheaded them.

"Search to see if there are any people who have been kidnapped by bandits and rescue them!"

Meng Tian ordered.

"Here!"

The cavalry dispersed in all directions.

Sure enough, they found many young men, women and children who had been kidnapped and imprisoned.

"Thank you, general, thank you, general!"

Everyone bowed respectfully to the Qin cavalry.

"No need to be so polite!"

Meng Tian looked solemn and said: "This general will take you down the mountain first."

In the military camp at the foot of the mountain, a group of young women and children kowtowed and knelt before Ying Ziye again.

An invisible force dragged everyone up.

Ying Ziye said with a warm expression, "Let's all go home!"

After hearing this, everyone showed gratitude and left the military camp while thanking him.

Only a child of seven or eight years old did not leave without an adult to claim him.

The child had a timid face and cried: "Eighth Young Master, my parents have been killed by bandits."
To be continued...