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Chapter four hundred and twentieth eight gentle way

Old Pan is about to be vomited by Yankoff's narcissism. This guy has a thicker face than the walls of Daming City, and he does more wood than others. Bah!

Grove quickly sent a bunch of flatteries. Yankf urged his horse to rush out of the camp. The cavalry glanced at Grove and said coldly: "Come on!" and then drove away.

Grove tried his best to follow the war horse. Old Pan looked at the others and trotted.

Yankoff brought a hundred personal guards to three or four miles outside the city of Daming. Grove was already out of breath when he ran.

It was only after eating a few meals of horse meat that I had some strength, otherwise this struggle would have killed him.

Looking at Grove, who was gasping for breath with his hands on his knees, the guards burst into laughter. Yankoff didn't even look at Grove, took out a golden telescope and began to look at the city of Ming Dynasty.

After a long time, he looked back at Grove and his group, pointed his hand at Daming City and said, "Private Grove! Grove! Give you a great and glorious task. Take your people with you immediately attack the Eastern Fortress. No orders are allowed to retreat, and you will be executed immediately!"

What?

Grove repeated in disbelief: "I want some of us to attack the Eastern Fortress?"

But Yankoff was too lazy to look at them again. The captain of the guard raised the reins of the war horse and approached Grove and said condescendingly: "Private! You should feel honored to let the general give orders directly!

In addition, this is not a discussion with you, but a direct order. I don’t need to repeat the consequences of disobeying military orders!"

"Uh..." Sweat had already oozed out of Grove's forehead. This was not an honor, it was clearly to let them die.

At this moment, Grove hated the general in front of him, Ivan IV, and even the world!

No one has ever regarded them as living people, some want to eat him, some want to die, maybe...

"Enforce the order quickly, Private! Otherwise..." the captain of the guard shouted in a stern voice, his hand pressing on the saber at his waist.

Old Pan stepped forward a few steps, patted Grove on the shoulder, gave the other party a look of peace of mind, walked to the captain of the guard and said, "I have turned the gay card into the curb, and I'm bald..."

A thoughtless word made him stunned. He stared at Old Pan for a long time and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Old Pan had already walked to the captain of the guard and smiled and said, "I don't know what I'm talking about!"

The Chinese with a straight and melodious Chinese made the captain of the guard a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it. Just as he was stunned, Old Pan grabbed the other party's ankle and lifted it up hard, directly overturning the other party.

"You soldier, how dare you..." The captain of the guard fell underground and was still confused. He never thought that a lowest-level soldier would dare to attack him.

Old Pan did not stop when he knocked down the captain of the guard. He jumped high and pressed his hands on the war horse, then jumped up, and rushed towards Yankeff with the reins.

Liang Huacheng, Qiu Jian and others were not slow either. They moved towards the cavalry of the guards as Lao Pan stepped forward. The moment Lao Pan took action, he also moved and drew his sword and killed him.

The personal guards, who originally planned to watch the show, did not expect to be attacked. Many people were still confused and did not react until they died.

Yankoff reacted the fastest, pointed the whip forward in his hand and ordered: "Catch them!"

The few personal guards who were protecting each other pulled out their sabers to face Lao Pan. They held the sabers high and made a slash. As long as they met Lao Pan, the steel knife in their hands would ruthlessly cut off the other party's head.

Yankoff sneered at the corner of his mouth. His personal guards were all elites selected from thousands of soldiers. Not to mention encountering sneak attacks from more than a dozen ordinary soldiers, even several times of the enemy could easily defeat them.

"Bang! Bang!"

The crisp gunshot sounded, and the two guards who rushed in the front shook their bodies, and the two behind were also shocked.

Old Pan threw away the empty short spear and pulled out the steel knife to slash at the guard who was rushing up. Three steel knives intertwined in the air. Old Pan slashed the chest of the guard on the right with one knife, allowing the opponent's steel knife to slash him.

The guard's chest was cut by Lao Pan, and he fell off the horse without running far. His sabre also cut through Lao Pan's tattered military uniform, but was blocked by the plate armor inside.

Before Old Pan could be glad, the left guard slashed over with a knife. Old Pan just raised his left arm to block it, and the arm guard held the fatal slash, and the war horse intersected with the opponent.

Yankoff did not expect that the four personal guards were no matches. When he hurriedly turned his horse's head, it was too late. A sharp steel knife passed by, and Yankoff screamed and fell to the ground.

Old Pan quickly stopped the horse and turned around. When he passed by Yankf, he quickly leaned down and pulled Yankf up with the help of the inertia of the horse and pressed it on the horse's back.

All this happened too quickly. Before the other guards could be surrounded, Yankoff had already fallen into the hands of Lao Pan.

Facing the surrounding guards, Old Pan sneered, and the hilt of the knife in his hand hit Yankoff's head, causing this guy to scream "Wow!"

The guards immediately did not dare to step forward. When Old Pan returned to the team, except Grove and Paul, the rest of them grabbed a war horse.

"Liang Huacheng, Qiu Jian! Take them on the way, let's go!" Old Pan shouted softly and rushed towards Daming City.

Grove and Paul were full of despair. Without horses, they would not have a chance to escape. How should the Orientals bring themselves with them?

Is it going to be a result of them?

Yes, they are useless wastes, who would risk saving two useless wastes?

Just as the two of them closed their eyes and waited for death, the two ropes were tied to them, and the beam turned into a grin and said, "It may be a bit bumpy, it's better than losing his life!"

What?

Before the two of them could figure it out, they were dragged to the ground by the war horses and dragged all the way towards Daming City by the war horses. Seeing this, the guards hurriedly chased behind them, and they lost their master and they had no good ending.

Old Pan, who was running in front, reached into his arms, took out an arrow and pulled open the fuse with his teeth, aiming it at the sky.

"Swoosh! Slap!"

The gorgeous fireworks exploded in the air. Daming City, which was originally sleeping in the snow, came alive in an instant. Countless soldiers ran on the top of the city, and one cannon opened its coat, revealing the hideous muzzle inside.

With a cannon sound, the personal guards chasing behind involuntarily slowed down their horse speed. They chased until only one mile away from Daming City, and they all tied up the war horses.

Lao Pan and others also slowed down their horses when approaching Daming City. There were corpses everywhere here, and there was a possibility of being tripped at any time.

"Ouch! Ouch! Dear Master, Grove thanks very much for your life-saving grace!
Chapter completed!
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