Chapter 118: A bold thief dares to kill Zhongliang!

At night, he had already entered the territory of Quzhou. Although he was only one day away from Lin'an, the people in Yue Mansion had been away from Lin'an for two and a half days. Seeing that the sky was getting darker and the terrain became dangerous, Yang Zaixing became more worried.

How could Gao Lin not know the risks of this trip? Yang Zaixing looked sad under the flames and could not resolve it. He had to repeatedly urge the horses. Both horses had accelerated to the limit. Those who had been controlling horses for many years would not know how to be polite to horsepower, but now is the time to cherish the horses!

"Do!Do!Do!"

When the torches were about to end, the fire was bright in the narrow valley ahead, and the sound of weapons fighting came. When the peak was turning, it was a small battlefield!

On the field, more than a hundred soldiers and generals of Xiongwu Camp neatly arranged their horses to block the official road. There was no road in the narrow valley to pass, but the powerful officers and soldiers of Xiongwu Camp did not participate in the battle. There were more than a dozen strong men in the valley confronting a group of masked cavalry. Yang Zaixing recognized the general of the military commander on the opposite Wuying at a glance, who was the one in front of Yue Mansion, and was very anxious.

Under the illumination of more than a hundred torches from three sides, the small figure appeared in the valley. Although there were more than 30 cavalrymen, they were limited to the width of the official road. They had to fight with the men. Both sides held long weapons, and they could not tell the advantages and disadvantages for a while. The dozens of strong men held long weapons and blocked the road in three rows, with a faint sense of formation. However, neither side did heavy equipment such as crossbows, shields, and evenly matched. Several corpses were placed on the ground, and both sides suffered damage, and two soldiers from Xiongwu Camp died. However, the Yue family was not seen on the ground, and Yang Zaixing felt a little relieved.

Hearing the sound of horse hooves behind him, the masked knights turned around, but only the last few turned around. The rest were not concerned, but only two riders were worthy of it.

Under the flames, several riders turned around and looked fierce: "Where are the prisoners coming from! Men do things, get out!"

However, these few people who were blind, the Xiongwu Camp commanders on the opposite side were not blind. They saw Yang Zaixing's appearance dozens of feet away. Although they were very different from the ones helmet and armor a few days ago, the Yang's iron spear was different after all. In addition, Yang Zaixing was a well-known figure in Lin'an City. He had seen such casual clothes on weekdays. After a little attention, he recognized them and was very calm. However, he did not come forward to greet him, but stared at the formation in the field.

"Where are the people in Yue Mansion?"

When Yang Zaixing saw the commander raise his gun and gesture, he knew that he had recognized it, he no longer politely and shouted loudly.

The commander bowed and replied: "The whole family of Yue Mansion is already ahead, and there are hundreds of other cavalry accompanying you, so you can be safe!"

During the question and answer, both sides knew it well, but they didn't call it. When Yang Zaixing heard this statement, he felt relieved, but he was calm and stared at the fierce gods in front of him. Seeing that Yang Zaixing ignored them, the masked men talked to the commander of the Xiongwu Camp, they were all frightened. A masked man handed the torch to his partner and rushed over with a long-handled golden gourd hammer. Yang Zaixing did not dare to be careless, but threw the torch in his hand, carried a gun and drove the horse straight up.

As the horse was about to go wrong, the iron spear suddenly shook, and the spear flowers filled the space within ten feet of 1 meter. The other party raised the hammer and wanted to smash it. His eyes were blurred. He knew that the situation was not good, so he was so shocked that he swept the hammer. At this time, the gun body suddenly retracted, and thousands of reunites were reeling, but they swung out from bottom to top and hit the hammer head. The masked knight was overjoyed and was about to knock the spear far away.

"when!"

With a loud noise, the masked people were unexpectedly away. Not only did the gun body not open, but the heavy golden gourd hammer bounced high in the vibration. The remaining force of the gun was not gone, but he swept the opponent's back at the wrong horse. The masked rider fell directly from the back of the horse, and threw the long-handled golden gourd hammer in his hand to the front of Gao Lin's horse. Gao Lin didn't care, so he picked up the long spear in his hand and threw it far behind him.

The masked man fell to a dizzy vegetarian. Just as he was about to get up, his throat cooled down. A sharp spear head was pressing against the neck. If it moved slightly, the spear head would be tightly attached. The sharp part had crushed the oily skin and bloodshot, so he would not dare to move it. The red cherry hanging down on the spear head, revealing the caltrops the size of a human head behind. The masked man understood why the spear could knock the golden gourd hammer away.

Yang Zaixing was on the back of a horse, holding a gun in one hand, and without even looking at the defeated general on the ground. He suppressed the opponent tightly based on his feelings, but his eyes were staring at the opponent's people. The more than thirty cavalry were all shaken. It seemed that they were quite dependent on the man on the ground, and they did not expect that they would be defeated so quickly and so miserable.

"Who is it?" Yang Zaixing shouted in a deep voice. The other party might not understand it. The person on the ground knew clearly. His throat sounded randomly, but he couldn't make a sound. He just had goose bumps on his neck, his eyes were straight, and he stared at the gunhead in front of him.

Yang Zaixing had no time to ask again, pressed his hand down, and the spear head flashed in and out of the masked man's neck, and only made a crisp "cough!" sound, probably because of the cervical spine that had been cut off. The man was dying on the ground, blood gushing like a spring in the hole of the spear, and bubbles with blood came out, and he could not live anymore.

"Yang Zaixing!"

Among the masked people opposite, someone finally screamed out. Although this shot was just a killer, the cruelty of his decision made the group of masked riders feel cold on their necks. When the iron spear hit the throat, everyone felt the same and their morale was very depressed.

Yang Zaixing leaned forward with a spear and shouted: "It's Mr. Yang! Who dares to fight!"

When the first few riders were riding, they couldn't help but control their horses and retreat, and squeezed with the riders behind them, with more than twenty feet in the middle, and no one dared to go forward.

"Go up!" A masked knight poked out his sword and greeted him. The two knights next to him had no choice but to accompany him. The three riders rushed up side by side.

It's okay for others, but when Yang Zaixing and Gao Lin heard this accent, they were both shocked: their accent was not like that of southerners, but seven or eight out of eight, like Jurchen people. They had been in battle for a long time, and the Jurchen cavalry learned the strange accent of Chinese dialect, and both of them were very familiar with each other.

Yang Zaixing had no armor on his body, so he dared not to hit the three of them. He pulled the horse and snatched the roadside on the right side. The spear started and rushed towards the knight on the right. The three of them had limited space to sprint. After snatching Yang Zaixing, the knight on the middle and right was a little squeezed. Before he could react, the iron spear had transformed into a black dragon and sucked the throat of the knight on the right!

The man's eyes suddenly felt fear, and the big knife in his hand slashed horizontally, bringing a sword light, but the iron spear seemed to have spirituality. Just as the big knife was cut, it shrank, but it broke into the gap and pierced into the throat of the masked knight. There was no effort to spend too much. Yang Zaixing was also very satisfied with the gun. However, the rider in the middle was blocked from his sight, and he didn't know what happened in front of him. When he saw the body on the back of the horse in front of him fell, the iron spear had already reached its body. He was so scared that he raised the big knife in his hand, but the iron spear was wrapped around the hilt of the knife, and the tip of the gun was inserted into the chest. As soon as he entered, his chest suddenly became cold. The last consciousness was to see Yang Zaixing's horse abdomen.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the last knight flew away and hurried back to the team, not daring to show his head. Yang Zaixing didn't care. He poked out his iron spear and picked up the masked veil of the enemy he had just killed. Sure enough, he shaved his hair and hung his rings, and turned out to be a golden thief!
Chapter completed!