"Lord, Ji County is ahead." In the evening, before the sun had completely set in the mountainous area, Ye Zhao and others had already appeared outside Ji County. Ding Li ran to Ye Zhao in panting. He marched a day with high intensity, wearing heavy copper armor, carrying dozens of kilograms of knife, and carrying luggage. Even though they had received Ye Zhao's crazy training, they could not bear it. The special knife in their hands was almost unsteady. The copper armor on their bodies and the luggage on their backs were pressing against them like a mountain at this moment, making people feel breathless.

Ye Zhao had also done marching training before, but the distance was not that far. He was only wearing bronze armor at that time, and he could carry it on his back with a knife. Today, he marching for more than a hundred miles apart, which was definitely an extreme challenge for Ding Li and others.

"When you enter the city, find an inn first." Ye Zhao was also very tired, but compared to these men who received this kind of training for the first time, he was much better in spirit. He had experienced even the harsh environment. If it were not for the fact that his body was too weak before, marching with heavy loads for him would be a pediatric department.

A low cheer came from the crowd. Ye Zhao looked back and saw a group of guards shrinking their necks and no sound. Ye Zhao is not just their financial supporter. After so long training, they have developed a sense of awe for Ye Zhao from the bottom of their bones.

A group of people entered Ji County. There were not many pedestrians in the huge city. Occasionally, after seeing everyone, a few turned around and left, as if they were some demons.

"Lord, something is wrong. Why don't there be even a soldier guarding the city in such a big city?" Ding Li leaned over to Ye Zhao and whispered.

"Don't worry too much, find an inn to stay in first." Ye Zhao shook his head. What happened to Jixian County has nothing to do with him. Anyway, he will leave early tomorrow morning, and he is not the official of his parents here, so he doesn't want to cause trouble.

But he didn't want to cause trouble, which didn't mean that the matter would not be found. Before the group could find the inn, he heard a burst of dense footsteps coming towards him.

"Get out of the city!" Ye Zhao frowned. It seemed that the situation was more serious than he had imagined. He immediately turned around and was about to leave.

But before they could turn around, they saw that the city gate behind had been blocked by a group of people. Deep in the street, a group of people rushed towards this side under the leadership of a man.

"Prepare for the battle!" Ding Li's expression changed drastically. He put the knife in front of his chest and shouted loudly. The twenty-five guards quickly formed three people in groups to protect Ye Zhao.

Ye Zhao was protecting the crowd and looked at the man who was riding a slow horse slowly approaching. The situation was unknown. He did not rush to reveal his identity, but frowned and said, "I wonder why this... hero besieged us?"

"Take it!" The strong man didn't say much, holding a cooked copper stick in his hand, glanced at the group of guards in front of Ye Zhao, his eyes turned cold and he shouted sternly.

"Kill!" A group of people around raised all kinds of weapons in their hands and rushed towards everyone.

"Lord, this..." Looking at these pale and thin faces, it was obvious that they were just an army composed of some poor people, Ding Li looked at Ye Zhao with some helplessness.

"Kill!" Ye Zhao pulled out his sword and slowly spit out a word. He naturally could see that these were just ordinary people, but so what? Since the other party had already shown malice, there was no reason to put him in danger because of the unbearable feeling in his heart.

The sword tip easily pierced a middle-aged man's chest, and looked at the other person's face with fear. Ye Zhao had no sympathy. Since he had taken action, don't blame the enemy for being cruel.

Compared to Ye Zhao's ruthlessness and coldness, Ding Li and others who were really facing the killing for the first time obviously could not be as terrifying as Ye Zhao. Ding Li cut off a young man's hoe with one knife. Looking at the fear and begging in the other person's eyes, hesitated. The knife that was originally slashing at the other person also hesitated.

But after hesitating for a while, another strong man saw this, the wooden stick in his hand had already hit Ding Li's head hard.

Bang ~

Ding Li was stunned and staggered back two steps, but the young man had already stabbed the wooden stick that had been cut by Ding Li's throat.

"Puff~"

The boy's head was split open by Ye Zhao's sword. Ye Zhao pulled Ding Li behind him, and with a backhand, he killed the strong man who wanted to take the opportunity to come forward, turned his head and looked at Ding Li and scolded, "Do you want to die? Since you have attacked us, that's the enemy. What should I do to the enemy? Do you want me to teach you again!"

"Kill~" Ding Li's shame gradually turned into ferociousness, and he roared with a tiger, and the sword in his hand danced wildly. Four or five militias surrounding him were killed by Ding Li.

These refugee militias were holding the most simple weapons and did not have armor. Although Ye Zhao and his group were wearing bronze armor, if they were real swords and guns, the defense of the copper armor was insufficient and very heavy, and they were very disadvantageous when they really went to the battlefield. However, when facing these hoes and wooden sticks, as long as they were careful to defend their heads, it would be basically difficult to break the defense. On the contrary, Ye Zhao specially customized swords were large in chopping and had a lot of lethality. After these guards adapted to the killing, their power gradually became available. In just a moment, dozens of militias who had come over were killed.

"Don't fight in love, exit the city gate!" Ye Zhao looked at the enemy who was terrified by them and fled away, but had no idea of ​​chasing them. He led the crowd to fight and retreat, and killed in the direction he came.

"The person who killed me still wants to leave!" On the horse's back, the strong man with the head-shaped appearance flashed with this, and a trace of ferociousness flashed across his face. He urged the horse under his crotch and ran towards Ding Li, who was the most killed, with a cooked copper stick.

"Die!" The mature copper stick swung the horse's back and smashed it at Ding Li.

Ding Li instinctively raised his knife to block it. With a clanging sound, Ding Li was staggering and was shocked. Seeing that the other party swung the cooked copper stick again, his arms were sore and numb, and he could not gather strength. He screamed in his heart, but his shoulders sank. Ye Zhao took the opportunity to step on his shoulders and pounced towards the man, forcing the man to change his moves temporarily, and blocked the sword towards Ye Zhao.

"Clang~"

With a muffled sound, Ye Zhao's sword left a deep mark on the cooked copper stick, but his legs were pinched around the horse's neck and slid down.

The strong man had just blocked Ye Zhao's sword, and the middle gate was wide open. Seeing Ye Zhao suddenly rushing to his horse's back, he didn't know how to deal with it for a moment. However, he was lost in his mind at this moment. Ye Zhao had already grabbed his neck with his fingers and used force. The strong man felt his spine numb. In an instant, his whole body was weak, and the cooked copper stick in his hand also landed on the ground with a clang.

Ye Zhao turned over and dismounted the horse, followed the trend and dragged the strong man off the horse. Without waiting for his reaction, he put his sword across his neck and looked around.

"Master Qu!" Many militia around him were shocked when they saw the leader being captured so easily. Suddenly, there were screams from the crowd. Some wanted to come forward to rescue the commander Qu, while others saw the leader being captured. In addition, these people were extremely fierce, which was very different from the officers and soldiers they had seen in the past. They wanted to escape, but for a moment, they were in chaos.

"Master Qu?" Ye Zhao's heart moved, turned his head and looked at the man who was captured by him, and said in a deep voice: "Are you Taipingists?"

"Not bad!" The strong man who was held in Ye Zhao's hand sneered when he heard this: "Since you know it's us, you won't let me go and kneel down to surrender. It depends on how capable you are. I can plead for you to the great wise and good teacher."

"Nonsense!" He slapped the other party's forehead, and Ye Zhao joined Ding Li and others, and said in a deep voice: "How are the casualties?"

"Lord, three brothers were injured." Ding Li stepped forward and protected Ye Zhao with his sword, with a ferocious murderous intent on his face.

"Let your people get out of the city." Ye Zhao snorted coldly, holding the coach Qu slowly retreated outside the city gate.

"Don't think about it!" the strong man snorted coldly and said angrily.

"You can't help!" Ye Zhao sneered, grabbed his hair, and dragged people out of the city amid the other party's screams. The militia around him unconsciously made way for a path. They were not regular soldiers and had not received training. Facing Ye Zhao and his group, they were weak. If they hadn't relied on the number of people, they would probably not even have the courage to come up. At this moment, the leader was captured, and there was no mood to fight again. In the angry eyes of the coach Qu, Ye Zhao and others actually left the city in abrupt manner surrounded by countless Taiping scholars.

"Is that zhangjiao in this city?" Ye Zhao turned his head and looked at Qu Shuai and asked sternly.

"Hmph!" The other party groaned but did not answer.

"It seems to be true." Although there was no answer, the flash of panic in the other party's eyes was equivalent to telling Ye Zhao that these ancient people were really simple, but has the Taiping Cult developed to this level? In such a large Ji County, they are all believers of the Taiping Cult.

"Master Qu?" Ye Zhao looked at the strong man with a surprised look and asked in a deep voice: "Do you dare to be a common name?"

"Why don't you dare?" the other party snorted coldly: "If a certain family does not change their name or their surnames, Guan Hai is under the command of the great wise and good teacher!"

"Why attack us?" Ye Zhao frowned and looked at Guan Hai. He vaguely remembered this name, but he had no impression of the specific incidents. However, the characters who can appear in history are still remembered by himself. His ability should not be too bad.

"Hmph!" Guan Hai did not answer, but just turned his head around and did not look at Ye Zhao.

"It seems that Zhang Jiao's plan is very small this time!" Ye Zhao frowned slightly, and the Yellow Turban burst out. He was not going to get involved, but unexpectedly he was hit by himself.

"Thief, don't let go of my coach! "At that time, a fast horse broke into a crowd at the city gate, ran out, caught up with everyone, pointed at Ye Zhao and shouted loudly.

"I want me to let him go? Yes, let Zhang Jiao come to Hedong to lead the people. How can he let you and others provoke him?" Ye Zhao felt a move in his heart and sneered: "Let's go back to Hedong! You and others occupy the city without authorization. I should report this to the court. A great wise and good teacher? Wait for the conquest of the court."
Chapter completed!