Chapter 202 Military Dangerous Moves

The sky is getting hotter and hotter. April quietly slips through in the gradual heat wave. The witchcraft and evil spirits that were originally gathered began to become more and more rampant, and even sneaked into the state capitals to persuade the people to make trouble. The two cities of Jiannan and Zhangzhou sent urgent documents every day to Xinghua for encirclement and suppress them.

On the case, Yang Yanzhao threw the documents in his hand aside. There was a thick pile of piles there. He looked up at Zhou Liang and said, "General Zhou, I have mobilized all the bows and crossbows in Fuzhou City. Now, these cult wizards are constantly making trouble. It's time to lead you and me to go, and it's time to attack. It's done."

Nodding, Zhou Liang's eyebrows twisted into eight. He also knew that the time was ripe, but relying on the bow and crossbow, he thought that this attack would definitely cause heavy casualties.

"Lord Yang, wait a little longer. At that time, the subordinate will decide to wave his troops to beat the yellow dragon and kill these demons!"

Looking at the solemnity on Zhou Liang's face, Yang Yanzhao understands that the other party is waiting for backup. Otherwise, even if the iron armor guards are all equipped with crossbows, it is still far from enough to deal with many cults in two ways.

Well, wait a few more days. Maybe something unexpected will happen. He sighed and can only continue to send people to Nanjian Ercheng and continue to be on guard.

Things are getting worse and worse. Even in Jianzhou, there are also witch people in Quanzhou. Taking advantage of people's livelihood, some people even kill soldiers. For a while, people everywhere are panicked, and the people dare not leave the house.

Finally, when the evening peach blossom fell in the backyard, Zhou Liang strode into Yang Yanzhao's study, "Lord Yang, I'm ready for everything now, just waiting for your order!"

Hearing this, Yang Yanzhao suddenly stood up and threw down the emergency document in his hand and said in surprise, "In this case, when I no longer hesitate, I will immediately summon people."

In less than a moment, the chaotic footsteps came. Lin Yuan and others, who received the summons, hurried into the study and saw the people gathered in the room, and roughly guessed what was going on.

"The demons make trouble. In order to harm the people, I have the great imperial kindness. I want to protect the safety of one party. Today, I will send troops to kill these vicious and evil people who mess up my peaceful world!

Lin Patrol, you take 8,000 soldiers and horses in the city, and go to Nanjian City with Ma Duwei. You must catch all the nets, and there must be no future troubles!"

Lin Yuan and Ma Lei both said respectfully, "The last general is in command!"

"General Zhou, there are still more than 10,000 soldiers in Xinghua City. The general led 8,000 soldiers to Zhangzhou City, but the where of the eight worships still depends on the general's intention."

Although the witch religion is vicious, it also has powerful means. If you want to behead him, you still need a master. Otherwise, with the iron armor guard and the soldiers of Xinghua City alone, it will be just death.

"All eight worshipers can be together with Lin Patrol, and the subordinates are free to deal with the enemy."

Yang Yanzhao was still worried that after separating the eight offerings, he would not deal with the witch master in time. Zhou Liang said lightly. Since he said this, he immediately understood that the support he was waiting for came.

He smiled and nodded, "It's so good. You don't wait for me. It's all up to you whether you can save the people of Fujian from water and fire. Yang Jing thanked you again."

With that, Yang Yanzhao got up and bowed to the crowd. The group generals shouted that they didn't dare. Later, he respectfully hugged him and said, "Don't worry, I won't go back to the city without killing all the demons on this trip!"

The next day, in the morning, Xinghua City, the army gathered, and the horn sounded. The soldiers who were ready to be ready were neatly lined up on the campus in a few quarters.

Looking at the more than 10,000 armored soldiers in front of him, Yang Yanzhao sighed. The time was still too urgent. Even the armor was too late to prepare, so he could only hurriedly transfer some from Fuzhou.

It's better to wait until the war is over. In front of the expedition, the momentum of soldiers is extremely important, and Yang Yanzhao naturally understands it.

The tiger's eyes swept over, and the morning wind swept up the wind and sand, blowing the robe slightly. Yang Yanzhao suddenly put the steel gun in his hand behind him. "What if someone is plotting to kill you and other brothers and sisters, what should you do?

What if someone destroys your home?

What if there is chaos and other minds, and loss of loyalty, filial piety and shame, what should we do?

Li shouted and asked, and the words burst out, like hammers and drums and thunder, resounding through the school yard, mixed in the wind and dust, and spread to everyone's ears.

After saying that, Yang Yanzhao repeated it with the Fujian words specially learned from Lin Yuan last night. After that, he stared at the soldiers whose faces had sunken, drew a few gun flowers with a steel gun in his hand, pointed straight to the sky, and said harshly again, "I'm going to get up and kill it!"

"Kill it!"

Standing in the front, the iron armored guards raised the long guns in their hands and roared. The heavy armor on his body made a cling sound, and the murderous spirit also burst out. With the slightly cool morning wind sweeping the bones of the soldiers of Xinghua City behind him, there was an inexplicable chill.

After trembling, the heart and blood suddenly picked up. After the roar in twos and threes, more than 10,000 people shouted out, as if they wanted to completely hide the momentum of the previous iron armor guard.

On the stage, listening to this thunderous shout, Yang Yanzhao pressed down the tip of the gun and roared, "Okay, let's go!"

The war horse roared, and the sand and soil flew. The army and soldiers went quickly towards Nanjian and Zhangzhou in two directions. Above the head of the city, looking at the back that was getting farther and farther away, Yang Yanzhao looked thoughtful.

"Lord Yang, let's go back to the house first. Now that the army has gone, the demons will eventually be broken with one blow. There is no need to be afraid."

Beside him is the worship of two white robes, who stay and protect him. After all, if the cult comes out after many days, there must be a conspiracy or use it as bait.

And Yang Yanzhao sent troops to go there, which was also a temptation for himself. Naturally, the worship that had already been seen through was to leave some people in case of accident.

This is a game, but what you bet on is your own life.

In Xinghua City, the King of Fuming, hidden in the small courtyard, hurriedly released several small birds in his hand after hearing that the army in the city had come out.

"Call the congregation and prepare to conquer the governor's capital. All the people they meet will be killed."

On the street, people are rare, and the army comes out of the city, while ordinary people hide in their own courtyard in fear to seek a small peace and comprehensiveness.

"Stepping..."

This is the sound of footsteps. I don't know when countless black robes swarmed out, holding a white single knife in his hand and went straight to the prefecture.

"Brother, they are coming!"

Xiao Muchun strode into the backyard and whispered with Yang Yanzhao, who was accompanying the two people to drink tea. Hearing this, the latter immediately got up. "The two are dedicated to the venerable, the family members of the younger generation are temporarily invited to worship the adults. The evil people outside are so rebellious. I think they are prepared. In a critical moment, I still hope to worship the adults to take action. Help each other."

The two nodded, "Lord Yang, don't worry, I won't stand by."

"Rokuro, I want to go with you!"

On the side, Chai Qingyun held the sword in his hand and wanted to go forward. The Luo girl, Ba Mei and Pai Feng also carried their own weapons and wanted to follow him to kill the enemy.

Shaking his head, Yang Yanzhao shook his sleeves with a smile, "Everything is under my control. There is no need to worry, although I just rest here."

After saying that, he strode away with a steel gun, walked for a while, and hurriedly stopped. "Brother Xiao, is Hou Tao here? He still has 5,000 armor in his hand."

"The demon came too suddenly. It will take some time for Captain Hou to transfer troops."

When the shout of killing came, Yang Yanzhao couldn't think much about it. He clenched his long gun and went straight to the front yard. At this time, the waiter in the house had been killed by the witch, and countless people in black robes turned into the yard from the wall.

"Kill me!"

Yang Yanzhao roared, and the steel gun in his hand rushed up. When he rushed away, he suddenly felt several powerful breaths coming from the air and did not move at all.

"Bold, I, the important minister of the Song Dynasty, is offended by you!"

The sound of thunder sounded, and the two worshippers in the backyard flashed out, and the powerful momentum swept around. Suddenly, the black-robed people who rushed in screamed and flew out.

"It's not noisy. Look at me to clean up you crazy old people who don't know the depth of heaven and earth!"

With that, a flying shadow rushed over, but it was a jagged flywheel around it. Its teeth showed a purple halo. Obviously, it was a highly poisonous thing.

The serrated flywheel wrapped around one of the offerings. Following the flywheel, there were three white-haired and cold-dressed old men who rushed to the offering to avoid the flywheel.

On the other side, three or four cult masters rushed to the remaining one. Although the two cults in the court were amazing, they were pestered by three or four cult masters. For a while, they could not come out to protect Yang Yanzhao's thoroughness.

Several cult masters sacrificed the two to trapped them. Those disciples were immediately encouraged and continued to scream and rushed to the house.

"Wow...!"

The crossbow had finished shooting. Looking at the men in black robes, Xiao Muchun put the crossbow in his arms, grabbed the single knife in a low voice, followed Yang Yanzhao, and killed those believers who seemed to have gone crazy cults.

Outside the courtyard, the sound of fighting also sounded. It seemed that Hou Tao brought people, but there were many bandits outside the house, and their combat effectiveness was amazing. Even the soldiers who came to the rescue were difficult to protect themselves at this moment.

He touched the blood on his face and picked several people at the tip of the gun. Yang Yanzhao looked back and saw that the two worshippers had been entangled by the cult masters, and most of the casualties of the guards around him, even the poisonous scorpions, were struggling to support them.

And in front of him, there are endless evil men, who seem to have the determination to die and vow to kill him.

"Brother Xiao, take your brothers to withdraw first, go to the backyard, and protect the princess to leave first!"

With a low shout, Xiao Muchun, who was behind him, cut the man he was fighting with. He looked at Yang Yanzhao, who was half stained with blood, and couldn't help gritting his teeth and leaving.

"Brother Six, the fish is coming!"

Xiao Muchun was about to kill in the backyard, but he saw Bamei rushing out with a cloud gun. Behind her, the wind danced the green whip. Chai Qingyun, under the protection of the green beads, stabbed the Youshui sword. Even Luo's girl, used the protective pear flower gun.

Seeing that they were all killed, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help but feel anxious. He was about to scold several women and leave quickly, but suddenly felt a strong breath suddenly coming out.

It seems to have been lurking for a long time, aiming to find the opportunity to kill him in one fell swoop.

Yang Yanzhao only felt a coldness on his back. He looked up and saw a man in gray-robed man killing him, but he was the unmovable king of the Ming Dynasty.

"Bum!"

With just one slap, he flew him to the ground. Eight sisters and others exclaimed and rushed to kill him and protected Yang Yanzhao.

"Rokuro!"

"The sixth brother!"

"Father!"

Several women exclaimed, while Yang Yanzhao spit blood in his mouth and stood up with pain in his chest. On one side, when the two worshipers saw the strong enemy again, they could not avoid being impatient, but they were hit several times by the besieged cult master, and their figures suddenly retreated sharply.

In the backyard, Guo Huai could not see his face, but his sleeves were tightly grasped by Xu Shaoyang, and the blue veins burst on the back of his hand.

For a long time, Xu Shaoyang let go of Guo Huai and stretched out his sweaty palm. "Brother Hede, take out the Yirong elixir!"

Hearing this, Guo Huai would not hesitate, but just as he took out the small blue and white porcelain bottle, he counted the powerful breath from far to near. Suddenly, Xu Shaoyang pressed his hand and straightened his face, "Brother Hede, wait a moment."