Han Qing rode his horse and held a gun, charging left and right in Zhaoyuan Village.
There were constant rebels who had just been awakened from their sleep, rushing out from different rooms, blocking in front of his horse, and then being knocked over by him with a shot.
After completely merging with the soul of the former owner of his body, not only did his martial arts improve by leaps and bounds, but he was no longer as resistant to killing as before. Whenever he saw a rebel appearing within five feet of him, he would shoot him decisively, regardless of whether the opponent was alive or not.
innocent.
In fact, no one among the rebels in the village dared to say that he was innocent.
It has been more than a year or two since Yang Xingyan plundered the children of ordinary people and sold them to Liao and Goryeo. His direct subordinates, more or less, all got a share of the pie.
At this moment, the temporary Chinese army campers who can live in Zhaoyuan Stronghold and close to Yang Xingyan are all direct descendants of the direct lineage. From Yang Xingyan's hands, they have received more "soup".
Among these direct descendants, few people feel guilty for Yang Xingyan's crimes. And few people think there is anything wrong with taking away people's children and selling them like goods.
The Yan family has three sons, and the Yang family is also a family of scholar-bureaucrats. The imperial court values scholar-bureaucrats and despises the common people. It is not wrong for them to help the scholar-bureaucrats harm the people.
Today, they finally paid the price for their past crimes.
The first wave of Suppression Army veterans who rushed into the stockade did not hesitate to stuff grenades with fuses into all the windows they saw along the way.
Many rebel soldiers were just awakened by the explosions coming from outside the village wall, and were sent to the west by grenades before they could even put on their clothes. Many rebel soldiers were trapped in burning houses and burned alive.
When more rebel soldiers heard the explosion getting closer and closer to them, they jumped on the bed and smashed the door, and rushed out of the house in a noisy manner.
Before they could judge clearly what had happened in the camp, Han Qing and Zhang Fan had already brought fifty other veterans of the Zhenrong Army. They attacked them with spears, bayonets, and horses, and sent them back one by one.
hometown.
Because he entered Zhaoyuan Village after opening the passage for the "Decapitation Echelon" commanded by Wu You. Many of the thatched roofs in the village had been lit by torches by the "Decapitation Echelon". Han Qing's field of vision was far beyond the martial arts competition.
It is also clear. There are more enemy troops that can be seen.
Therefore, he did not choose to lead the brothers around him to help the "decapitation echelon". Instead, he calmly selected targets, tried his best to find those rebels who tried to gather and bite back, and killed or dispersed them.
This made his attack seem to have no sense of direction. He suddenly turned east, then turned around and headed west. Now he was moving forward, and a moment later he turned back.
Wherever there seemed to be a lot of enemies, he would lead his troops to rush there. In the first moment, he would disperse the gathered enemy troops.
This tactic consumes a lot of physical strength. Zhang Fan and the rest of the brothers not only have to keep in line with Han Qing at all times, but also have to be wary of enemy troops launching sneak attacks on Han Qing from the flanks or from behind a house.
In order to prevent Han Qing from being accidentally injured, the brothers no longer dared to use grenades in large numbers, but instead used steel knives and spears to deal with the enemy as much as possible. The lethality and deterrence of the enemy were greatly reduced.
Soon, someone's breathing became rough and heavy.
The iron helmet on his head began to become heavier, and the armor on his body gradually showed its weight. However, the number of surrounding enemy troops did not decrease at all. After killing one group, another group appeared not far away.
.
Although the rebels have not been able to organize any effective resistance so far. Although in most cases, as long as the brothers follow Han Tixing and rush over on horseback, the rebels who have just gathered into a group will be swarmed like flies.
And disperse.
However, many veterans of the Suppressing Army and their mounts gradually felt overwhelmed by repeatedly riding horses to kill. The movements of their hands unknowingly slowed down, and the speed of their mounts also slowed down unknowingly.
slow.
Compared with the servants and recruits who live in tents outside the village wall, the rebel soldiers living inside the village wall are undoubtedly much better trained.
Although rebel soldiers continued to be killed by Han Qing and Zhang Fan with their cavalry, and although most of the rebel soldiers chose to flee in panic, there were still a handful of elite rebels who succeeded outside Han Qing's sight.
Gathered together.
Their number is not large, only about a hundred or so, but they are still twice as many as the veterans of the Suppression Army around Han Qing.
They did not have the guts to launch a direct counterattack against the veterans of the Suppression Army led by Han Qing. Instead, they fired cold arrows across several burning houses and shouted loudly, "Don't panic, don't panic, come this way.
Come this way. There are not many enemy troops!"
Some of the rebels, who were running around like headless flies, immediately found the backbone, circled around, and moved closer to those people.
Some rebel soldiers who had fled to the east and west walls of the village and were about to climb out of the wall also stopped hesitantly and turned to look back.
In Zhaoyuan Village, the burned houses were illuminated as brightly as day. Therefore, the figures of Han Qing and others were clearly seen by the defeated rebels in an instant.
There are about fifty cavalry in total, plus those who rushed to the official hall earlier, there are more than a hundred cavalry!
In an instant, many rebels collapsed and stopped escaping. They looked around hesitantly, looking for familiar generals nearby, or waiting for further changes in the battle situation.
"Follow me and kill them!" Han Qing also quickly discovered the small group of elite rebels who were shouting loudly in the distance, decisively turned his mount and launched an attack on them.
This time, he encountered unprecedented fierce resistance.
When the rebels noticed that he was coming to kill him, they immediately stopped shouting and hurriedly set fire to the wooden objects they could find, then threw them in front of their house.
A wall of fire quickly appeared between two rows of burning houses. The war horse was afraid of fire and immediately stopped and screamed to remind its owner.
The entire cavalry team was immediately unable to move forward. The rebels hiding behind the wall of fire shot arrows indiscriminately. Although most of the arrows were inaccurate, they were disturbing and disturbing.
"Who still has a grenade? Light it up and blow up the road!" Han Qing frowned, raised his left hand and waved it forward.
"Please stand back for a moment and hand it over to the general!" Zhang Fan immediately agreed loudly, and at the same time put away his weapon and put a grenade tied with a leather cord in his right hand.
Seven or eight brothers rode up to follow, risking being shot by random arrows, lighting grenades and throwing them against the wall of fire with leather ropes.
Loud "rumbling" sounds came one after another, the wall of fire shattered, and the rebels behind the wall scattered again. However, further away, there was another small group of rebels, organized by a commander, and gathered into a group again.
!
"I'm going to blow them up!" Worried that Han Qing would take the lead again, Zhang Fan decisively asked for help. Then he rode his horse towards the enemy troops that had just gathered in the distance.
"Boom -" a loud noise came at the moment when his horse's hoof was raised, and the world in front of him became as bright as day.
Cries followed closely, each one becoming more panicked than the last.
"The official hall, the official hall was bombed!"
"Marquis Yang Duyu is in the official hall!"
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"Yang Xingyan is dead, why don't you surrender and be buried for him?" Zhang Fan quickly reined in his mount, shouted loudly at the top of his voice.
The group of rebels who had just gathered in the distance froze in place as if they had been struck by lightning, and then fled in all directions.
