Yang Xuan led his men to disperse the enemy army, and dozens of horsemen rushed up from the right. He glanced sideways.

I almost wanted to throw the horizontal knife in my hand.

What the hell!

King Wei was beside him, with a pair of vicious and indifferent eyes staring at him at the moment.

He wants to avenge his brother-in-law!

Yang Xuan wanted to ride his horse to avoid it.

But he is the commander-in-chief of an army, and the key is the damn Wang Laoer on the left.

It's too close.

Wang Laoer protected Lang Jun loyally, but found that Lang Jun's cheeks were trembling slightly.

He also saw King Wei raising his giant sword.

What the hell!

A huge knife like a door panel.

At least the size of five horizontal knives.

What the hell!

Swinging the giant sword!

My God!

Yang Xuan lowered his head subconsciously.

I'm about to return to my position.

A broken soldier in front turned around and was about to steal the chicken when he saw the giant knife.

The knife went in from his shoulder and came out from the left side of his waist.

Half of his body was carried up by inertia and hit Yang Xuan's body. Blood and internal organs were all over his head and mouth.

puff!

Yang Xuan spat out a mouthful of blood, tried his best to wipe away the blood in front of his eyes, and opened his eyes to look.

Then they saw the King of Wei wielding a giant sword and creating a bloody storm among the defeated soldiers. Several of the defeated soldiers shouted and mounted their horses to attack, and the King of Wei struck with a sword.

Another knife!

Another knife...

The broken limbs and broken bodies were scattered all over the floor. King Wei raised his eyes, his face covered with blood, and glanced at Yang Xuan.

The eldest nephew's eyes were full of indifference.

This piece of shit!

Yang Xuan was a little flustered, thinking what if his eldest nephew launched a sneak attack?

When he was in Yuanzhou, he felt that he was not afraid of death.

The same was true in Chang'an.

It was not until he arrived in northern Xinjiang that he began to be afraid of death.

At first he thought it was because he had never experienced a battle, but he found out later.

In Wonju, he was a blank slate, living a simple life without fear of anything.

While in Chang'an, this white paper was gradually painted with various colors.

He has experienced more, has more, and has more things he is reluctant to part with.

Aning, Zhao Sanfu, Yi Niang, the old thief...

He is no longer alone, but is followed by a group of people, and this group of people is getting bigger and bigger.

Damn it!

He dare not die!

This group of people will be unlucky if they die.

King Wei shook his head, blood splattered everywhere.

This reminded Yang Xuan of the Golden Retriever Lion King.

"Yang Ming Mansion."

"What's the matter?"

King Wei looked at him.

Yang Xuan looked at him.

"good."

"Excellent."

Wang Laoer was killed and there was no trace left. Only the old thief was beside him, smiling calmly.

"My king is going to kill the enemy!" King Wei swung his giant sword, and blood was thrown on Huang Ping behind him.

"good."

Yang Xuan wouldn't say anything at this moment... How could the proud son of King Wei go to danger?

Get out of here!

Just now, the long knife as big as the door panel was swung, and Yang Xuan's hair was blown by the strong wind. Just thinking about the feeling of being chopped with a knife, the pressure made his scalp numb.

Fortunately, there was no chill down his spine, otherwise Yang Xuan would have run as far as he could.

Yang Xuan looked at the old thief easily and saw that his expression was indifferent, "Aren't you afraid of the old thief?"

The old thief said calmly: "What are you afraid of? The worst is possible. There are so many of us, why are we afraid of him?"

A gust of wind blew by.

The old thief couldn't help but shudder.

Nan He was shouting from the front, and Yang Xuan rushed over.

The old thief pinched the clothes at his back with his backhand.

Take your hand back.

It's all sweat.

Cold sweat!

Wang Laoer came back happily carrying the head of an enemy general.

"Old thief, I will kill the enemy general."

"Got it!"

Wang Laoer was surprised, "What's wrong with you, old thief?"

"I'm fine."

"Why are your legs shaking?"

"Nonsense, where are you shaking?"

"Still shaking!"

The battle was a hearty one, and more than an hour later, the chasing troops came back.

Diao She shouted cheerfully and bowed when he saw Yang Xuan, "The Ming Mansion really has a clever plan."

King Wei also returned. He was on the other side with dozens of guards under his command. He did not communicate with the Taiping Army and looked aloof.

"More than 800 enemies were killed and more than 300 were captured." Nan He read aloud the results of the battle, and then asked for instructions, "What should we do with the prisoners?"

Huang Ping, who was beside King Wei, whispered: "It's time to ask the king for instructions."

King Wei was noncommittal, his eyes dark.

Cao Ying, who came over, whispered: "It should be sent to Lin'an, and then Lin'an will be sent to Taoxian."

This is the procedure.

"Where to send Taoxian?"

"Taoxian will make them do hard labor."

"How about applying to Taoxian County to keep these prisoners?"

But there is no shortage of coolies in Taiping City. Those criminals have nothing to do all day long, and Yang Xuan is thinking about how to deal with these two-person workers.

The prisoners looked up at Yang Xuan, hoping that they could go to Taoxian County. Even if they had to work as coolies, it would be better than Taiping, a place where birds don't shit.

Huang Ping said lightly: "It's so lonely and boring!"
To be continued...