Zhao Yu still remembers the appearance of his hometown, that small village, Daxing Fort not far from the village and Daughter River at the entrance of the village. He can roughly recall the fact that during the New Year Festival, his father and mother took him to Songshan Fort to sell some mountain goods and buy New Year's goods. He would pass by Daxing Fort.

I especially remember the candied haws. Every time I go to Songshan Fort, my mother would buy him a string of two strings. My mother held him, and he held a string of candied haws in one hand, one bite on the left and one on the right, which was so sweet.

At that time, there was no Jinzhou City. Ten years ago, Jinzhou was just a small place, and Songshan Fort was the most prosperous city nearby. Jinzhou City was built recently.

Regarding Jinzhou City, Zhao Yu heard from his master. It seemed that in order to resist the attack of the Tartars, the court ordered such a city to be built between the Daling River and the Xiaoling River.

In a rough location, Jinzhou City is in the north, Songshan Fort is in the south, and Daxing Fort is in the east. It is not far from each other, just a few dozen miles away.

As long as you arrive near Jinzhou City, cross the Xiaoling River eastward, and cross the Daughter River, you will definitely find that "home"!

Zhao Yu felt clear and his feet were light. But as he walked, he gradually became heavier. Somehow, he was still hundreds of miles away, but the closer he got to that "home", the heavier he felt in his heart, and there was a murderous aura that was brewing, as if he was about to burst out at any time!

Everything that happened that evening, the bloody massacre, always lingered in front of his eyes.

"Tartars!"

Two words popped up between Zhao Yu's teeth!

Zhao Yu's footsteps were fast, and even the master said that Shenxing Taibao and Scud were not as good as him. He left behind him in less than an hour.

At this time, the sun in the sky rose three times.

It was noon.

Seeing that Jinzhou City was about to arrive, at most ten miles away. Suddenly, a sound of hooves came from a distance. It was rumbling. After listening carefully, I thought to myself that there were not a dozen or twenty horses galloping.

Although Zhao Yu had no experience in the martial arts world, he was not a stupid person. He had heard from his master that Jiannu is now fierce, and Jinzhou and Guangningwei have long become the horse ranch for the Tartars.

With the brute force of the Tartars, it could not be the horse team of the court, nor could it be the caravan. The court was beaten by the Tartars and lost its territory repeatedly. Where could the horse team of the court run on the road in broad daylight?

As for the caravan, it is even more impossible. This place is close to Jinzhou and the four battles. Which caravan dares to run here to play wildly?

And it is clear that the war horses are galloping, and the caravans cannot run so fiercely. The sound of the hooves is like thunder, even if they are only 10 or 20 horses, it will shake the earth, and it is definitely a war horse.

Zhao Yu's heart moved and looked around. There was a small forest not far away. He took a big step and reached the forest in a few steps. He whizzed, like a monkey, and then climbed up a slightly larger tree, stood on the tree, and looked up.

I saw that at the end of the loess road, some black dots spread out, separated from each other at a certain distance, forming a fan shape, and rushing towards this side.

Zhao Yu had extraordinary eyesight, and the black spots were cavalrymen who were riding armor on their bodies and knives hung around their waists. One of them was wearing white armor, while the others were all black armor.

As the sound of hooves approached, Zhao Yu also saw the faces of the cavalry clearly.

When the time comes, Zhao Yu's eyes turn red!

"Tartars!"

Zhao Yu exerted force in his hand, and with a click, the iron-dry palm pinched a branch as thick as an arm to pieces!

"Okay, that's great."

Zhao Yu laughed, with a cold light in his eyes, and he whispered to himself: "It's been ten years, it's time to collect some interest..."

So he looked carefully and passed by, and the gradually bigger black spots were exactly twenty cavalry. Zhao Yu's heart turned around. He didn't take it seriously at all. He had a certain plan in his mind, jumped down from a two-meter-high tree, landed silently, and then walked to the middle of the road, held his head up and his chest, expressionless face, and stood there quietly.

It's like a stone statue, which will not be shaken by the wind and rain.

The twenty cavalry of the Tartars were the scouts in the Tartars.

At present, Huang Taiji is leading his army to besiege Jinzhou.

Huang Taiji is not an ordinary person. He can develop a race with a population of only hundreds of thousands to this point. Whether it is military or political, it has its own unique features.

When Sun Chengzong was the commander of Ji Liao, he did a lot of real things. He worked step by step, strengthened the walls and cleared the fields, and used various military means to make Huang Taiji's head and bloody on the front battlefield.

Although Sun Chengzong has died, he has left many useful things on this land. Huang Taiji's attack on Jinzhou was not good, so he chose to siege him. He was afraid that the Ming reinforcements would harass and destroy the major plans, so he sprinkled many scouts around Jinzhou City.

These twenty riders are one of them.

The Tartars were violent, or in other words, the barbarians in the north have always been so violent. It was like locusts, wherever they passed, corpses were everywhere and blood flowed into a river.

Whenever the Central Plains dynasty weakens, these barbarians can jump up without suppression. As long as the number of times of burning, killing, looting, the fierce aura becomes deeper.

Of course, the same is true for these twenty cavalry and cavalry scouts.

The scouts are originally elite soldiers in the army. Since they are elite soldiers, there must be more people killed, which is even more violent.

These twenty scouts from a distance saw a man standing in the middle of the road. When he reached hundreds of steps away, he clearly saw that it was a man.

The Han people called barbarians. When the Han people declined, these barbarians suppressed one side, so they naturally did not admit that they were barbarians, so they added the word barbarian to the Han people.

This has always been the case. For example, in history, the Jin and Liao countries often called the Song Dynasty the Southern Barbarians.

This is to gain psychological advantages and spiritual victory.

But in fact, it is clear who is the word "man".

Whether it is rude or not depends on the depth of civilization, not verbal talk.

Even if the Central Plains dynasty declines again, it will be the most profound civilization in the world today.

These twenty cavalry scouts saw Zhao Yu blocking the middle of the road. Although they thought the Han barbarian was tall, so what? The Ming Dynasty was also a giant compared to the Qing Dynasty established by the descendants of wild boar skin. But wasn’t it still beaten and couldn’t afford to fight?

Didn't care.

Some of the scouts who were similar were laughing and not taking it seriously. The white armored horse in the middle of the mainland was racing, and when they were about to reach a hundred steps, they pulled out the long sword at their waists.

The long sword was cold and sharp, and it was revealed in the sun.

When he was planning to slash the Han barbarian in the middle of the road by the cavalry, he was already familiar with the village where the Han barbarian was blocking the road.

Carelessly, he raised his long sword.

The horse's hooves trampled on the ground, lifting up a row of dust and spreading up one foot high. Zhao Yu slowly raised his head, and a ray of sunlight became cold under the reflection of the blade, which was thrown into his eyes, making his eyes narrow slightly.

A sneer could be heard, and the long sword was slashing down on his head. The war horse was about to rush past Zhao Yu. The knight on the horse's back grinned, revealing a yellow teeth, as if he was smiling.

Then, Zhao Yu took action.

The passing of the sky is not enough to describe it, and the flash of lightning is a little bit worse.

It was as if the pause button was pressed, from extreme movement to extreme quietness. Xilulu neighed and saw a thick palm pressing on the chest of the war horse, sinking straight inch!

All the bones on the horse's chest collapsed.

The other hand, like a pliers, pinched the blade of the battle knife tightly, and the blade had been twisted.

Under Zhao Yu's feet, a spider-web-like crack appeared on the hard loess road.

The huge impact force of the war horse was unloaded into the ground by Zhao Yu, and such cracks were made to hit the ground!

And he himself, the cloth shoes on his feet, turned into pieces of rags, and were all shattered.

With a loud bang, the war horse fell to the ground.

Zhao Yu's palm shook slightly, and the long sword fell out of the white-armored Tartar's hand that had collapsed and had blood flowing. Then, with a big hand, he grabbed the Tartar's neck, which was numbed half of his body, and lifted him up like lightning.

The Tartar cavalry looked confused. He never thought that such a thing would happen. In addition, half of his body holding the knife was numb, and he had no feeling and was in a daze.

Zhao Yu pinched his neck and lifted him up. One foot moved like a phantom, and only two cracks were heard, followed by a howl like a pig.

The Tartars are also humans, flesh and blood, not machines, not ghosts and gods.

His legs were pounded twice by Zhao Yu's toes, and his knees were shattered. Who could resist the pain?

At the same time, the other nineteen cavalry scouts rushed past on both sides. They were laughing and looking back one by one, they wanted to see the wonderful scene of Zhao Yu being cut into two pieces, and saw the scene of his war horse falling to the ground and being lifted up with his neck pinched.

Suddenly, the laughter came to an abrupt end.

Then, amid the neighing sounds of horses, the sound of horse hooves also came to an abrupt end.

I have to say that these elite scouts are superb riding skills and are galloping wildly, and stopping as soon as they say they stop.

Then came the howling of the white-armored cavalry.

Confused.

The nineteen cavalry scouts were stunned for a moment.

Then he reacted instantly, howling, either pulling out a long sword or placing an arrow, and aiming it at Zhao Yu with a very tacit understanding.

The sound of horse hooves sounded again, this time towards Zhao Yu.

Nine cavalry scouts drew their long swords and surrounded them, while the other ten cavalry opened their bows and arrows, and shot out ten feather arrows.

Seeing that these scouts had not escaped, Zhao Yu felt relieved and crushed the white-armored scout's neck. Only a piece of skin was left on the neck and the bones below were shattered.

He died instantly.

Zhao Yu was shocked and exerted force to shake the sword that had been bent by him. He stretched his palm and held it. He turned his wrist and flashed out a knife flower. He swept all the ten feather arrows shot first without falling, and then threw the sword out.
Chapter completed!