Chapter 620: Prince, please lend it to your head

Chapter name: Prince, please lend it to your head

The night was getting thicker, blood spread, the fire was lit, tents were lit, smoke and dust rolled into the sky.

The lieutenants jumped off their horses and began to search for the body of the body, and a knife was added to each of the corpses of the golden man, and some went to collect the Jin army's horses.

The wailing sound gradually weakened, and a few *** sounds came from afar. Teams of lieutenants followed the *** sound, and then groaned, and everything became quiet.

"Take a few teams of people downstream to search to see if there are any gold men who have missed the net. Be careful when searching the riverside, maybe some may be washed away."

"Put on torches and search again, don't let one miss. Go to the Fourth Camp to take a look and ask them to search inch by inch."

The person who spoke was Zhou Kai, the official of the first battalion. The instructor was not there, and the coach of the first battalion took over the command. Therefore, when the night was dark and windy, he had the final say. Zhou Kai has always been steady in his work. Since the order is not kept, he must not be discounted. If one person is gone, his command will be incompetent.

After striking the horse in the fire for a few times, Zhou Kai did not seem relaxed, and said to a lieutenant behind him: "Go quickly, let someone report the casualties. Where is the doctor who came with the army? Why haven't you seen him yet?"

After giving a few instructions, I got off the horse and stopped in front of a big tent. This big tent was the only place that was not lit. From the beginning, there was even a lieutenant guarding here.

Zhou Kai stepped into the big tent with a knife. The space in the big tent was very wide, and the carpet made of wool still had some fragrance left. The two walls were a cabinet, which was filled with exquisite utensils, a furnace made of gold, a flawless jade bi, and the white tiger skin laid on the chair.

Just a little estimate, there are less than a hundred kinds of treasures inside, even the lamp stand is forged in gold and is of great value.

Zhou Kai frowned. Even the general of the Jin people was afraid that he could not afford to live in this tent. He was probably reserved for Wanyan Zongjie. However, Wanyan Zongjie lived in the city, and the place was still spotlessly cleaned and he could welcome its owner at any time.

Although the Jin Kingdom rose in a hurry, it swept across the entire Liaodong and the desert like a gust of wind. Even the Khitan capital was also reduced to the hands of the Jin people. In just a few years, countless treasures were plundered. These things fell into the hands of the Jin people who were ignorant of the goods, which was really a waste of resources.

Zhou Kai curled his lips, touched the white tiger skin on the chair, and said to the guard behind him: "Authentic white tiger skin, when I was in the border town, even the palace commander could not afford it. There is a market in Bianjing that is priceless. Clean up all the things here, and no one in the world can afford it except the emperor and the prince of Penglai." After that, he said: "Release three Kongming lanterns and report peace to the people in the city."

The Kongming lantern slowly rose into the air, and the dark night sky seemed particularly dazzling. Shen Ao, who was galloping on the street, looked up at the sky, suddenly stopped his horse, slowed down his horse, and said to Li Qing behind him: "Look, Zhou Kai has succeeded!"

Li Qing couldn't help but say, "So fast?"

Shen Ao smiled and said, "Do our business well."

After saying that, he urged the horse to go quickly, and the horse team behind him quickly followed.

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The Ministry of Rites State Guesthouse, since the princes of various countries moved out, it has become much deserted. Occasionally, there will be Jin samurai here. The fire in the oil depot awakened Wanyan Zongjie. He was also a person who once had a sword and immediately put on his clothes and called his confidants to ask: "What's wrong?"

Immediately someone said, "Your Highness, there is a fire in the city. Judging from the Xixia people's nervousness, it seems that the place where the fire is quite important."

Wanyan Zongjie nodded and said coldly: "Don't pay attention to them."

After saying that, he went to sleep again. The night was silent. At this time, the sound of horse hooves rumbling out, and the Jin people were not surprised. There were many Western Xia soldiers who rushed over from here just now. I guess this team was also going to put out the fire. It is said that some sluts in the city took the opportunity to cause trouble, or maybe they were going to suppress them.

The two Jin men guarding the door were already a little distressed. Although the nights in Xixia were not colder than in the desert, the cold wind blew like a knife and could not drink alcohol, which was really uncomfortable.

Hissing...

In the storm, this sound suddenly appeared, and the two Jin men immediately became alert. They had been through the battle formation for a long time and were naturally familiar with what the sound was. It was the sound of feather arrow breaking through the air. When they reacted, it was too late. One feather arrow fell directly into the back of one of the Jin men, and the force was extremely strong, and it penetrated from behind to the front chest. The other feather arrow fell directly into the throat of a Jin man. The slight sound of the throat clamp shattering became the last feeling of the Jin man.

There was no chance to groan, and the two of them were already calm.

They stood near the door, with lanterns hanging nearby, illuminating themselves, but also making them living targets in the darkness.

The streets on both sides were still dark, and a figure came over the horse, bent his bow and arrow. It was Li Qing. Li Qing beat the horse to the Jin man's corpse, monitored it for a while, then whistled, and another knight with bent his bow and arrow came over.

Then more and more knights emerged from the darkness, bustling with bustling, unlike the knights in the suburbs. The horses sitting down were covered with horses and cotton cloth wrapped in hooves, and they were just running. Although there were also horse hooves, just in front of them, the golden man judged from the sound of the horse hooves that it was coming from a distance.

Shen Ao came out and looked at the towering building surrounded by everyone, saying expressionlessly: "Click the torch, knock open the door, and leave a few more guarding the front door and back doors. We only have two incense sticks. Everyone in this house must die!"

After ordering, a ball of torches were opened, and then two lieutenants rushed towards the gate. The gate of the State Guesthouse was not a copper wall, but had a heavier decoration. Although it looked extremely majestic, it was actually just a wooden door wrapped in copper skin. When the horse was put on, it was so powerful that it opened with a loud bang.

Then countless people holding torches rushed in. After speeding in, they first threw the torches wildly, igniting the ignitions everywhere. Then they pulled out the Confucian sword at their waists and shouted: "Kill!"

"kill!"

Teams of horses searched along the roads, and the Khitans followed behind them, jumped off their horses, took their weapons, and began to search for buildings everywhere.

The Jin guards who reacted rushed over. They did not ride horses. The ones facing them were horses with murderous intent. The horses let the horses go without hesitation. The Jin guards' pupils contracted and they were stunned for a moment. They didn't know how many times they had experienced such a scene, but they were the ones standing here, and they were the ones riding on horses. In the past, jackals also became lambs.

Boom... With the roar of screams and ***, seven or eight guards all ran to the ground, and the war horse rushed over. Then the knight on the horse held the horse with his superb riding skills, turned around, the war horseman stood up, the horse hooves flew, and was eager to try.

The seven or eight guards broke at least a few ribs, rolling on the ground like a lamb. At this time, the sound of horse hooves sounded again, and the knight who turned his horse rushed towards him again.

Torture...

Those who are good at horses die under horses.

Although this sentence is not valid every time, it is confirmed tonight. After trampling back and forth several times, seven or eight guards finally stopped moving, and the pain during this period can be imagined. Just two days ago, they were angry and shouted Wu Tu, knocking off the captain of the Song Army who was falling team, and then trampling back and forth to die. The retribution came too quickly, so that when they were dying, there was an unbelievable horror in their pupils.

Fires had already started everywhere, and the lieutenant quickly controlled every corner. The Khitans carried out a series of people in the object, without asking for help or thinking. Everyone knelt in a row, raised their swords and fell, and the headless corpse burst out with blood and fell to the ground.

The long night became rippling, and deep in the State Guesthouse, in an attic, the battle had just ended. More than a dozen fierce Golden Guards had been removed, with more than a dozen sword wounds left on their bodies. Then they were trampled by someone with a spur. The wooden door of the attic had been kicked open, and there was still a golden general who was fighting stubbornly inside, shouting loudly at the *** inside, and rushing towards the rushing captain. The captains retreated, revealing the deep door hole.

Hissing... More than a dozen feather arrows shot into the air without any obstacles, and all of them were sank into the body of the golden general. The golden general's body stagnated for a moment, and blood was overflowing from his mouth. He roared to the sky and collapsed on the ground.

"Damn, no matter how high your skills are, I am afraid of bows and arrows. Who can play with you?!" Shen Ao cursed and walked over Jin Jiang's body under the guard of everyone.

There was no one on the first floor of the attic. Shen Aonu nodded and immediately went up to the second floor with more than a dozen lieutenants. After a while, they grabbed someone. Who wasn't Wanyan Zongjie?

At this time, Wanyan Zongjie did not have the courage of the Jin people? He was a prince and enjoyed endless wealth. This night seemed to be destroyed. His body, which was hollowed out by wine, probably no longer had the courage to stand up immediately. His body shook rustled. When he saw Shen Ao, he felt like he had hit a plague god. He said in Chinese with difficulty: "Let me have a way out, and I am willing to use the gold of a room to serve him."

Shen Ao kicked him over, holding Shangfang's sword in his hand, pointed the sword tip to his throat, and sneered: "I will pick up your gold sooner or later. I won't have to give it to you. I will lend it to you today and use it to you in the next life."

The sword was about to pierce into his throat, but suddenly stopped. Then he took it back. Shen Ao pulled out a roll of scarves and wiped it on the bright sword, and said in his mouth: "This is Shangfang sword. He killed the fifth-rank official and the ninth-rank official. Sometimes he can kill chickens and dogs. He occasionally uses it to add interest, cultivate sentiment, and do a lot of meaningful things. He is not worthy of enjoying such a good thing. Who can help him, give him some fun."

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