Li Gaoming! The prince of the Tang Dynasty! The yellow sect envoy and Han Duwei who were standing beside Li Chengqian were trembling all over.

Some time ago, the massacre of 50,000 Goguryeo slaves in Shandong was still yesterday, and the order to kill these slaves was given by the young man in front of him. No matter what the purpose or the cause of the matter, just being able to order to kill so many people is enough to prove the cold blood and ruthlessness of the person who ordered it.

Thinking of this, Huang and Han looked at each other silently, and the hairs on their backs stood up one by one. When they looked at the harmless boy in front of them, they vaguely felt countless life-seeking souls wrapped around him, and waves of disgust continued to radiate around him, and bloody breath filled every space around him.

If I had known this, I wouldn't have come here this time! This is the common voice of Huang and Han.

"Swish...bang" The light yellow smoke rose not far away, as if indicating the arrival of the Peng family's doomsday.

"'fangs', smash the door open, everyone arrested, the rebels broke their limbs, and acted!" Li Chengqian looked at the smoke slowly drifting in the air. Li Duli was beside him, and he was wiping sweat.

"Here!" A neat voice sounded, and the two "fangs" teams quickly dispersed.

One of the team pulled out the steel crossbow from behind, hung the strings and looked for hidden locations to monitor the movements on the wall.

The other team was divided into two, taking the gorgeous gate of the Peng family as the benchmark, one left and one right, and after the personnel were in place, more than 20 people each pulled out some steel or wooden parts from behind and started assembling them in front of the gate.

After a moment, a simple crossbow was assembled, but compared with normal crossbows, it seemed much smaller.

The Huang Tsang Envoy and Han Duwei were already confused at this time, and they felt that they began to curse.

This is not a siege, so why not take out all the crossbows? Is it necessary to open the door or demolish it?

And... this is a bed crossbow! When can the bed crossbow be carried like this? Shouldn't this thing be placed on the top of the city or carried by seven or eight people?

Moreover, this crossbow looks much smaller than the ones on the city. I don’t know how strong it is, and whether it can penetrate the wooden door.

Huang and Han were struggling outside, and the Peng family compound was also very lively.

As a big family, the gate of the yard is not open normally, and it is only a small corner door to open. Therefore, when Li Chengqian and others arrived, they were already discovered by the servants at the door. When they arranged the staff, the servants had already run back to the yard and notified the head of the Peng family to close the small door.

As for the news that the three hundred officers and soldiers surrounded the yard, Peng Xitong, the head of the Peng family, did not care much at first. In his opinion, this should be the act of the Huangshu Envoy of Dizhou Prefecture or Han Duwei coming to his Peng family to fight Qiufeng.

After all, the Peng family has been in Dizhou for a day or two, and he has seen many storms and waves. He has experienced several times every year during the late Sui Dynasty and the Wude period.

"Old, master, no, no, no, no, no, outside, outside, the officers and soldiers outside pulled the bed and crossbows over." The servant who was sent to investigate the situation turned pale and rushed back to the front hall, stammering in return for the situation he had just seen through the crack in the door.

"What!" Peng Xitong's face, full of confidence, changed extremely ugly. He couldn't understand why this time the matter was so big. Moreover, is it necessary to use a big killing weapon like a bed crossbow!

"Dad, what happened? Why is the family in such a mess?" Just as Peng Xitong was thinking about how to deal with it, a young man wearing a light pink boy suit, a young man crown, and a red rose in his temples walked into the front hall, shaking the folding fan in his hand, looking indescribable.

"What happened?" Peng Xitong's eyes lit up when he saw his son. He rushed to him in two steps and asked in a deep voice: "Tang'er, have you caused some trouble outside during this period and caused someone you shouldn't be messed with? Tell me quickly!"

"No, no!" The young man named Tang'er leaned back and avoided the old man's spit: "The child has been at home these days. Except for more than a month ago, he has never left the house."

"Isn't really causing trouble?" Peng Xitong asked.

"It's really not." The young man shook his head aggrievedly, his face full of innocence.

"Okay, as long as there is no." Peng Xitong stomped his feet hard, and his son answered affirmatively, gave him strong confidence, rushed out of the front hall and shouted angrily: "Come here, block the door for me. Anyone who dares to come in will be killed without mercy! Today, I, Mr. Peng, said to see if there is any other kingly law in the Tang Dynasty, and see if they dare to break into private houses!"

The angry voice was surprisingly loud, and even the people standing outside the wall could hear it clearly.

Han Diankui raised his hand blankly, and stuck his face with a "slap" and cursed inwardly: Being dying!

"Let it go!" With a command, with a "bang", the special door-breaking cone was fired out by a portable crossbow, hitting the vermilion gate of the Peng family, making a "clang" sound, and the sharp triangle-shaped cone crashed into the gate.

Immediately afterwards, the internal mechanism began to operate due to violent vibrations. A huge clip popped up from the triangular cone heads inside the door, and stuck the cracking cone on the door.

"Pull..." The rope had been tied to the tail of the breaking cone. After the cone head was stuck, the horse tied to the other end of the rope was driven away.

"Cruff..." A series of sour sounds sounded. As the war horses neighed, the vermilion door was dragged outward, and finally fell to the ground with the worried eyes of the heavy people in the courtyard.

While the gate fell, the "fangs" also pulled down the iron-covered faces on their faces. Under the cold mask, there were only pairs of eyes that were shining with cold light. The bloody smell accumulated during the grassland war penetrated out.

This is the empire's "fangs"! This is the most elite army in the Tang Dynasty!

This is not the first time Han Diankui has seen "fangs", but it is the first time he has seen how "fangs" fight.

Unless there is no sound of speaking, all movements rely on sign language. No matter what you are facing, all the powerful crossbows will open the way.

Ruthlessness and ruthlessness are their true portrayal. The screams in the yard cannot cause any emotional fluctuations. As long as no new order is issued, they will execute the previous order to the end.

Cold sweat was pouring down, and the governor Huang and Han Diankui did not even dare to approach the Peng family gate. The shrill screams turned the Peng family courtyard into a hell on earth, and all this seemed to have just begun.
Chapter completed!