With his subordinates holding a horse, Miao Kui turned over and looked at the south bank of the Yangtze River and sighed: "If you kill the bandit leader, the people can be awarded titles and promoted to the third level. If you get this credit, I will overshadow Dai Yi and Zhang Yong. Oh! The Duke of the State is already a Duke of the State, and he is already the most powerful minister among the foreigners. Can he still be awarded the title of king? Why should I compete with me for me?

Liu Liu died at Hukou, but was shot to death by random arrows. The officers and soldiers died in great numbers. They couldn't be sure who was the credit. Now only Yang Hu is the lucky star, but I don't know which bastard this blessing has made this blessing cheaper!"

Miao Kui sighed for a while, raised his whip reluctantly, and led his personal soldiers to the city.

At this moment, Yang Dafuxing, who made Eunuch Miao salivate, was trapped in a thousand horses and troops, like a small boat in a huge wave, rising and falling with the huge waves, appearing and disappearing. On his side, the soldiers in the white-clothed army were waving swords and guns and fighting with the officers and soldiers.

More and more officers and soldiers were surrounding the surrounding areas. The white-clothed army, who was not proficient in combat formations, was trapped in the surrounding slopes, mud pits, and swamps, and was gradually divided into several pieces by the officers and soldiers, and they were annihilated.

There was not a melee yet, and the officers and soldiers had a long spear formation in front of them. The soldiers behind skillfully pulled their bows and fired arrows, fired muskets at once, and were filled with rain of locust arrows. The White-Clothed Army in the original battle had no power to fight back in this area. They could not attack nearby and could not run away. What was even more terrifying was that the arrows carried by the ground had been used up, and the White-Clothed Army finally tasted the taste of a crushing defeat.

Another rain of arrows. Hundreds of white-clothed soldiers screamed and fell off their horses, some of whom were early to see the opportunity. Seeing that the war horses were trapped in the mud and were trampled to pieces, they could no longer move freely, and refused to sit on the horse's back as a target. They jumped off their horses, stabbed them hard on the horse's trunk, and tried to escape by taking advantage of the opportunity of the horse's rushing out.

Yi Chenfeng waved the steel fork. Before he could even wrap his wounded back, he had already lost too much blood. His eyes were black. Looking around, there were crowds of people shouting for killing everywhere. Like a wave of tide, they were fighting and walking, getting closer and closer to Nanjing, but more and more officers and soldiers were gathering around. Now there is no doubt that the officers and soldiers did set up many ambush around Nanjing, just waiting for them to walk out of Jiangxi and fall into the trap.

But Yang Hu is still going to Nanjing. He is not trying to fight or not and whether he can conquer Nanjing, but to find the other two groups of soldiers and work together to fight out of the siege. Otherwise, he would be alone, now he is trapped in people and horses, exhausted from arrows and food, and he is unable to rush back to Jiangxi or attack Zhejiang, where the troops are more tightly deployed.

"Brother Tiger!" Yi Chenfeng roared, but the crowds of people were surging. He didn't know which direction Yang Hu had gone to. His eyes turned black and his body shook. His shoulders were slammed by a spear. Two personal soldiers who had been following him for many years rushed forward desperately. They swung three guns and stabbed one person to death. Then he screamed. The guard on the left was stabbed in the waist by a spear. The gun was pulled out and blood was gushing.

The one on the right was just a little distracted, and four or five two-meter-long bamboo spears pierced into his body from all directions. Yi Chenfeng roared and rushed forward, but the war horse suddenly cried out. The two officers and soldiers who took the opportunity to rush to the horse had already cut off the horse's legs. Yi Chenfeng's face was sweat and bloody. Just as he was about to stand up, he saw two bloody steel knives in front of him slashing towards him. Behind the sword Feng, there were two murderous and excited faces.

He led his army to break through and constantly issued orders. The officers and soldiers fighting fiercely around him already knew that his status in the white-clothed army was not low. His head almost represented the same weight of silver. Who wouldn't be excited?

The sound of shouts, fighting, and fighting weapons were heard. The air was filled with disgusting smell of blood. On the vast battlefield, people were like ants, both small and great. Insignificant, they could be destroyed by this fierce battle tide and become a dead body. Insignificant, they could decide the life and death of others at any time, even if they were a powerful general.

"Kill!" The rumbling sound of killing like a tide rushed into Yang Hu's ears. He had already done his best. The soldiers were divided into small pieces, and the eyes were covered with blood-red eyes. The sound of interlaced weapons and the sound of interlacing. There were less than 200 people left by his side, and they were fighting each other, not caring about each other at all.

Yang Hu swung his iron rod and smashed the officers and soldiers in front of him. I don’t know which weapon he had snatched. The officers and soldiers shouted and fought with the white-clothed soldiers. This was a complete army assassination. There were no defensive moves, chopping, assassination, chopping, and assassination, which was simple and effective.

"The situation is over. Go and find Liu Qi and Zhao Crazy, or you will disguise yourself as a scattered person and sneak back to Taihang Mountain. One day I will make a comeback." Yang Hu quickly thought about it, and started rushing out alone with a bunch of horse heads.

As the waves were surging, it seemed like a crack was cut by a blade. Yang Hu was so tired that he was sweating and exhausted. However, the physical strength of the officers and soldiers was also declining sharply, and he still could not resist his unstoppable rush. Several personal soldiers around him wanted to follow him, but countless spears and arrows blocked his way.

Yang Hu relied on his powerful martial arts and fought to the edge alone. He held up a slightly twisted subway stick and killed two officers and soldiers. He grabbed a single knife and just got used to it. He turned his head and saw seven or eight officers and soldiers rushing on the edge, and the target was him.

Yang Hu was shocked and hid in a stirrup. The war horse was caught in an arrow and neighed. Then he ran wildly in no direction. The war horse ran out for a while. A bush in front blocked the road. Yang Hu had just dropped his horse and saw someone chasing him and opening his bow. Yang Hu hurriedly thrust his waist, jumping into the bush like lightning. He just stood there and had more than ten eagle feather arrows nailed to the ground, and the tail of the arrow was still shaking.

Yang Hu didn't dare to stay for a moment. He panted and rushed through the gaps of the shrubs, and ran to a stream. He lay on the stone, pierced his head into the water, and his head was covered in blood and sweat. Then, he immediately took the water and drank wildly without waiting for the water to clear.

The hot lungs were moistened. Yang Hu didn't even have time to breathe, so he immediately continued to escape...

At the end of Nanjing city, Zhou De was wearing armor and stood on the city tower and watched the people entering and leaving the city.

Since receiving Yang Ling's general order, Nanjing City has been martial law. All heavy troops are stationed at the city gate. As the largest port in Jiangnan, it is impossible to completely close unless the enemy has fought close to the front and is forced to fight behind closed doors.

The firewood, rice, oil, salt, vegetables and meat need to enter the city to supply a huge urban population, and many things in the city also need to be transported out of the city. Just now, the officers and soldiers pinched their noses and sent them out of the city, which was a convoy that concentrated the toilets in the city in accordance with Zhou De'an's order. If the city was closed early, these toilets alone could make the entire Nanjing city smell bad.

He walked slowly with his hands behind his back and said, "Now the opening time of the city is concentrated within three hours every day. There are indeed many inconveniences, but the war is imminent, so we can't open all the people and wait until they attack the city, then close the city gates? The guards are the royal relatives, civil and military officials, and the gentry and tribes in Nanjing. You are so happy to talk about it, and I am also thinking about their safety."

Zhou De'an was about 40 years old, with a national character face, heavy eyebrows, red face, and two majestic beards, which looked majestic. His strong body and heavy shoulders seemed to contain huge power when he moved slightly.

Guan Shoujie smiled and said, "Don't worry, sir, these pampered men are like this. When they feel inconvenient, they will blame you for making a big deal, and when they feel unsafe, they will scold you for not being careful enough.

Hi, being an official in Nanjing is very good, and many things are getting angry. In fact, the world is the same. If you are in the capital, it will be the same? I heard that the city patrol envoys of the five cities of the capital are mostly suffering from stroke when they get old. They are all because they are too angry and frustrated."

He lowered his voice and smiled: "Unless he gets into a high position like Duke Weiguo and walks around the city of Beijing, then as an official, he has to endure it. Let them go, and we don't take it to heart."

Zhou Dean said aloud and shook his head and said, "There are many encirclements outside Nanjing. I see that the three white-clad bandits can't reach Nanjing City all the way. They are also a group of dogs when they come. Humph, be careful. Although it is not convenient to set up beacons in the south of the Yangtze River, the beacons that I temporarily set up around Nanjing are still both effective and quick to convey messages. However, when the beacons fires start, I will immediately close the city to prepare for war and tell my official."

"Yes, sir, walk slowly, send it to the adults." Guan Guard bowed with a smile.

At this time, two military post explorers ran up to the top of the city from under the city. When they saw Zhou De'an, Guan Guard and immediately saluted: "Report General Zhou, General Guan, a great victory on the front line!"

Zhou De'an said in a state of emotion: "What's going on? Tell me quickly!"

A probe horse said: "Reported to the general, Liu Qi went down the river. Suddenly, the strong wind was encountered in Taiping. The ship collided and overturned, and countless people drowned in the river. His defeated general fled to the shore and was defeated in Caishiji. According to the captured prisoners, two bandit leaders, Qi Yanming and Liu Qi, were shot and killed. Liu Hui only took more than 2,000 people and fled along the river. All the troops were surrounding them."

Zhou Dean laughed loudly when he heard this, then his eyes lit up and he shouted, "Where is Yang Hu?"

"Yang Hu was attacked one after another, and we kept getting rid of our army and trying to advance north. However, he was surrounded by our army in the clay pot and fled all the way to the toad shop. The white-clothed bandits had been divided into several pieces. Among them, about 7,000 bandits left the brigade and fled south from the clay pot. It was estimated that they would just meet the imperial army that was advancing north from Huguang and Jiangxi. Yang Hu partly collapsed and fled in all directions. There was no whereabouts of Yang Hu yet."

Zhou Dean was excited when he heard this and asked again: "Will there be news about Zhao Qianzi?"

"There is no news yet. They are too far away and are blocked by the army of Duke Weiguo along the way. They are still wandering around Taihu Lake, too far away. The news of the victory or defeat between the two sides has not yet been heard."

"Okay. Go ahead and report any news at any time."

Zhou Dean's heart flew: "Yang Hu was also defeated, but Yang Hu, the thief chief, has not died yet, that's a great contribution."

He is a greedy man, but he has been in the northern army for too long, and does not know how to curry favor with others, and is not suitable for his humble performance. However, although he was transferred to Nanjing for his military achievements and became the highest military officer guarding Nanjing, there are many senior officials in Nanjing. He has to smile when he just holds his arms out and speaks something. With his arrogant personality, it is really difficult to adapt.

However, now the opportunity has come. If Yang Hu can be killed, his fame will spread throughout the world. Maybe the emperor will receive him and be promoted to three levels in a row. Now he is the deputy commander. Even if he does not advance to the Ministry of War, he can become a rank-level official who defends his own territory.

With a bright future, high-ranking officials and high-ranking salaries are right in front of you... As long as you take Yang Hu's head, all this is at your fingertips! Thinking of this, Zhou De'an became warm and jealous. He licked his dry lips: "Yang Hu was scattered in the Toad Shop area. It's only a few dozen miles away. Liu Qi died, Liu Hui ran back, Zhao Crazy Zi is far away in Taihu Lake, and Nanjing City is no danger. After this battle, I have never left my achievements. If I go to hunt Yang Hu..."

He coughed and calmed down and said, "Guan Guard".

"The last one will be in".

"Yang Hu's army was defeated. But Yang Hu was not dead yet. This is a major concern in the court, so I am worried. He was scattered in the Toad Shop area, and it is not yet far away. I have to bring a scepter to help catch the thieves. You strictly guard the city gates and you must not make any mistakes when you arrive at the city ban."

"This..., sir, our responsibility is to defend the city. The outer bandit suppression has long deployed officers and soldiers, so we..."

"Hmph, what is the outer periphery? It's still called the outer periphery when you are close? The change of power is the responsibility of the commander of the army. If Yang Hu doesn't die, there will be endless troubles. You don't have to say too much, just guard the city well. This official only leads 3,000 cavalry to search for Yang Hu. No matter whether there is any news, you will return today."

"Yes!" Guan Guard bowed, and looked at Zhou Dean hurried down the city tower, and spat quietly, cursing in a low voice: "No matter how fierce Yang Hu is, he is just one after all. Will he not send me to arrest someone? Is it necessary for your general to take action? Isn't it just a three-level upgrade? Is it a fall to death for you?"

Fangjia Village, a small village with beautiful mountains and rivers, and a small house beside the water. Half of it is poked out. Under the back window is a small river flowing slowly. In the gurgling river water, the water plants sway and the swimming fish are leaping around.

The river is not deep, and opposite the river is the dense forest. A autumn pear tree by the river is already full of fruits. It bent the branches. The branches cross the river and hang from the window and reach it.

A head stuck out of the window, carefully observed the surroundings, then took it back and gently covered the window. Yang Hu pulled the robe on the bed one by one, wrapping several wounds on his body.

A fair and delicate young woman in front of the bed was only sixteen or seventeen years old, holding a baby under the age of one year in her arms. She looked at herself with heartache as she made a green robe for her husband's dictator. She was torn into pieces by this thick man. Her eyebrows were slightly frowned, but she sighed helplessly.

A thin scholar next to him, with a pointed chin and shallow eyebrows, seemed to be only eighteen or nineteen years old, with tender hair on his lips. He leaned against his wife in fear and gently wrapped her waist.

"Hehe, don't be afraid, I just can't make it. Join the White Army to make a living. Hi, who knows that the White Army is not reliable, and is going to go back to my hometown secretly. I'll take a break here and leave, and I won't hurt you."

"You, go and cook some rice for me," Yang Hu ordered the young woman: "Come on your back. Otherwise, if you leave it to your man, if you dare to make a noise, I will strangle you one by one."

The young woman was so scared that she quickly carried the child on her back and walked to the outer room to clean the stove and cook. The door was inserted by Yang Hu and was tightened with ropes. The unloaded door panels would have to go through a lot of trouble if they wanted to open them. Yang Hu was lying on the head of the bed and could see the door, so she was not afraid of them escaping.

"You are sitting in the corner of the wall, don't be damn moving. I'll leave after I've had enough rest, don't cause trouble for myself, do you understand?" Yang Hu ordered fiercely.

"Yes, yes, yes, uncle. I... I don't dare, I'll sit down." The young man was so scared that his teeth were ringing.

Yang Hu glanced at him contemptuously, and with two fingers stretched out, he could kill him. He had become a guy who was so scared that he was...

He closed his eyes and pretended to sleep: "This young couple cannot stay. Although they don't know themselves, my one-eyed characteristic is too obvious. If the officers and soldiers enter the village to investigate and ask clearly, they will definitely search me. Now they will keep their lives temporarily. I have to take a breath. If there is a Baojia native who is asking, they can still deal with it. When I have enough rest and have enough food, I will send them on the way."

This weak boy was actually a scholar. His surname was Fang, and Fang Qingchou. Although the small village was secluded, he still often went to the county school palace. He remembered the vicious man in front of him clearly, exactly the same as Yang Hu, the thief on the list.

When he first saw him, Fang Xiucai was so scared that he was scattered. There were too many legends about the thief Yang Hu in the folk, and most of them described him as killing people without blinking, even eating human flesh, drinking human blood, eyes like Tongling, and a Vajra look two feet tall. Fang Xiucai is a scholar. Although he doesn't believe it deeply, the fear still came into his heart unknowingly.

But now seeing Yang Hu's embarrassing appearance, covered in bruises, exhausted, ragged clothes, mud and earthy, worse than a beggar, Fang Xiucai's heart gradually calmed down.

Turning his head and looking at his wife who was cooking outside, Fang Qingchou thought to himself: "This person must be the thief Yang Hu, he...will he really let us go?"

He licked his lips, and suddenly the emperor's list text flashed through his mind: Reward ten thousand golds, Earl of Minjin, and promoted to the third level.

As soon as his eyes touched Yang Hu's mighty body lying on the bed, his mind disappeared immediately, and then, before he knew it, it lingered in his mind again: "Reward ten thousand golds, the Count of Minjin, and the official promotion was three levels."

"Where should I escape? When I rest, I will hide in the mountains first with some dry food and money. If Zhao Crazy, Liu Qi and the others succeed, I will go to Nanjing to vote for them. If they are defeated, alas... Then I will find a way to leave Jiangnan and return to the north and go back to Taihang Mountain again... Huh... Huh..."

The faint snoring sound came, and gradually turned into a deafening snoring. Fang Xiucai was so scared that he felt a little guilty. He looked at it and then relaxed his shoulders again.

"Wanjin, promotion, promotion, robber, behead" all kinds of thoughts came one after another. Fang Qinghou's heart was beating faster and faster, and he was almost breathless. His legs were trembling. His eyes suddenly glanced at a piece of wooden stick exposed from the objects next to the bench where he was sitting. His eyes could no longer move.

It was a harpoon, a small harpoon, two sharp harpoons lined up side by side, not half as wide as a slap. This harpoon could only shoot the little fish in the stream behind the window. Since he passed the scholarship and married his wife, he was determined to pass the imperial examination as soon as possible and became a high-ranking official, and he hadn't touched it for a long time.

However, my wife often uses it, occasionally clearing the window and too much water and grass to draw water. A faint fragrance of rice came from the pot, and Fang Qingqing cried out with fear: "Heroic man, hero!"

After screaming twice, he realized that the sound was only circling in his throat, so he plucked up the courage to cough and raised his voice a little: "Heroine, the rice is ready..."

The snoring sound over his slight call from the mosquitoes and flies. Fang Xiucai stood up little by little with his legs shaking, and his hands trembled at the harpoon, pulling it up inch by inch.

When his wife noticed his actions, she covered her mouth in horror, widened her eyes and shook her head at him. The steel fork was already completely in her hand. It took courage to pull it out, and then he would insert it back. It also required great courage. She could no longer turn around. Fang Xiucai's face was thin and red. He glared at his wife fiercely. His wife immediately did not dare to make any sound, but just stared at him with wide eyes.

Fang Xiucai picked up the harpoon and trembled at Yang Hu's chest, who was tired from the quilt, and sometimes moved to his throat. After a while, he suddenly let out a woman's sob, "Ah~ah~!"

As his screams, his wife also screamed in fear. Yang Hu was so shocked that he opened his tiger's eyes, but when he opened his eyes, the rust harpoon had already penetrated his throat. Fang Xiucai did not use the fork with the force of his arms, but held the fork tightly. He used all his strength to pounce on him, and pushed the fork forward desperately with the weight and momentum of his body.

The fork had already pierced into his throat, and he was still screaming. He pushed the iron fork forward desperately, which made Yang Hu's throat gush out of blood, and his throat had already sunk deep into it. With the airflow of his breathing, it made a strange "gurgling" sound.

Yang Hu's eyes wide open, his hands wide open, and his appearance seemed to be about to rush up. Fang Xiucai was almost scared to death. He saw his eyes wide open, and his bones were even crispy. His hands were so soft that he couldn't even hold the handle of the harpoon. He could only press the handle of the fork with his chest and yelled, "Go to die! Go to die! Ah! Ah!"

Yang Hu was already angry and was pushed and pushed by his subway fork again and again. His two hands were already open and moved, as if they were about to pounce on him. Fang Xiucai finally had the last trace of courage and was scared by this dead man. He turned around and ran away, and he choked his lips on the door ridge. He didn't feel any pain.

Fang Xiucai got up, pulled his wife up and ran away, shouting: "Go quickly and go quickly!"

He rushed to the door and saved the door from being twisted. He hurriedly turned around and grabbed the kitchen knife on the pot and chopped it. He cut open the rope and removed the first door panel. The warm sunlight shone into the door, and Fang Xiucai felt like he was returning to his soul.

He was stunned for a moment, and slowly turned his head and looked into the inner room. The harpoon was deeply thorning in Yang Hu's throat sitting on the bed. Because the wooden handle was slightly heavy, it was now trembling and bent downwards. The thick blood flowed halfway along the wooden handle, pulled into a sticky silk thread and then hung on his thighs.

The warm sunlight dispelled the chill from his heart. He asked his wife in surprise: "Xiu'er, is he... dead?"

The young woman named Xiu'er nodded quickly, thought about it and shook her head, thinking that the answer was really unlucky, so she nodded again. At this time, the child on her back cried "wow".

As we cried, a majestic voice came from the narrow and long alley road: "The people who asked Liu Qianhu to continue searching forward. I, Zhou De'an, are responsible for this village and the mountains behind. You search one by one alley and one by one. Don't let go of a suspicion, you must catch Yang Hu's rebels."

Fang Xiucai let out a long sigh, hugged his wife, and cried with joy: "Xiu'er, we are saved."

"Yeah!" Xiu'er just nodded in joy.
Chapter completed!