When several yamen runners saw Zhang Lun coming out, their soapy clothes kept trembling and showing a smile that was ugly than crying...

Zhang Lun smiled comfortably at the yamen runners: "Don't panic, these are all old soldiers in my family. It's okay..."

You are fine, but we are in trouble! Several yamen runners are trembling and dare not speak, for fear that they will say a few more words to them, such vicious and murderous veterans, who are full of murderous aura, will chop them up and drink on the spot...

This is more scary than the Japanese pirates...

"It's so good for the young master to know that the prefect has asked Suzhou Wei Tang Qianhu to take people to drive away..." The leader of the yamen runner gritted his teeth and stood up, although he was still shaking his body, he gritted his teeth and said, "Prince, please come to the city for a while..."

Zhang Lun gently smiled at the leader of the yamen runner: "It is impossible to go into the city to avoid it. If I avoid it at this time, how can I be worthy of my great-grandfather, King Dingxing, who was fighting to the death in Tumu Fort?!"

"You leave one person to lead the way, and the others will reply."

The yamen runner was stunned when he heard this and was about to speak. But the butler of the little Zhou spoke faster than him: "Young master, the son of a daughter, can't sit in the hall! Let's first..."

"Don't say more, prepare for the horse!" Looking at Zhang Lun's expression, butler Xiao Zhou had to stand with his hands down.

The old soldiers looked at their young master respectfully. Two old soldiers shook their armor and went out directly.

After a while, bursts of shouting came, followed by the roar of more than a hundred war horses tapping together.

Several yamen runners looked frightened and their legs were trembling, and even their teeth were "gripping...".

"Sister Miao'an, please follow Uncle Zhang Long to the city for a while..." Zhang Lun walked out and was about to walk out, but Miao'an behind him lowered his head and followed him firmly, "No! Wherever the young master goes, the maid goes!"

Zhang Lun took a step but stopped, turned around and smiled bitterly, "Sister Miao'an, this is not going to play..."

"My maid knows, so maid has to follow the young master!" Miaoan raised his head and looked at Zhang Lun firmly: "Unless the maid dies here, you will never leave the young master!"

At this time, Chen Zhoutong also stood up and whispered: "Don't bother me, young master, Miaoan just lacks some experience in the battle and will definitely not drag us down."

At this time, Chen Zhoutong was also wearing a strong suit, holding a white wax spear in his hand and carrying a two-stone strong bow behind his back.

These days he has truly practiced riding and shooting skills. After all, he did not have the convenience of war horses and powerful bows before. Not to mention the guidance of the old soldiers of the Zhang family who had served in the Jiubian.

Of course, this effect is mutual.

The old soldiers taught Chen Zhoutong the key points of riding and shooting, while Chen Zhoutong chose some internal boxing guns, sticks, swords and techniques to feed back to these old soldiers.

"Sister Miao'an, follow me closely, don't be too far away." Zhang Lu raised his legs and walked away: "Let Bohu and Heng's father enter the city to avoid it for a while. I will take people over here to see if these Japanese pirates are three heads and six arms!"

Several yamen runners were trembling with sad faces and dared not say a word. The prefect Cao asked them to take the young master back to the city to avoid it temporarily!

As a result, this young master actually wanted to go to the battlefield, which is not good news.

If this young master injured a hair on the Japanese pirates, these yamen runners could guess what they would end up with...

"Teacher!" However, when Zhang Lun walked to the door, he was shocked to see Tang Bohu and Xu Jing wearing all over his body. These two people actually stood at the door of his yard with their war horses.

Zhang Lun sighed: "Bohu has some experience at least, so father Heng should not go! You protect Bohu's family and enter the city first to avoid it!"

Xu Jing wanted to say something, but Tang Bohu grabbed him and bowed deeply: "Father Heng! My young brother, please give me!"

"Brother!..." Xu Jing finally sighed and gritted his teeth and said, "Brother, don't worry, I'll go protect them into the city!"

Zhang Lun nodded, then stepped out of the yard.

There were more than a hundred old soldiers who were as fat as bears and wrinkles outside the door, covered with armor, geese feathers and chain hammers hanging on their waists. The victory hook on the battle horse was hung with a large gun made of Huizhou cow tendon wood.

A good big gun is not easy to make. You have to choose "those without big branches and scars" to cut it down, clean it up, polish it smoothly.

The yin dryness will be dried for a year, and then the tung tung oil will be dried for the next three times. During this period, fine tendons will be wrapped. The gun rod and knife cannot be cut into it, and there will be no worries about insects and ants bites.

At the same time, it can move to the south without rotting, and to withstand the wind blowing in the north without cracking. It is a good weapon for battle formations.

The big guns and rods of these veterans are almost the same, except for the tip of the gun, which is divided into rings, single hooks, double hooks, cone guns, etc. Under the tip of the cold water-blade steel head, there is a red spear tassel blood avoiding.

What's more special is that the tail of their guns is also thick and solid, which is not only to balance the weight, but also to smash it horizontally when it is approached and can break the armor.

This kind of big gun is not easy to obtain, and it will take a huge amount of money in three to five years alone, so it is difficult for ordinary martial artists to equip it.

Only these old soldiers from the Duke of England had enough money to smash everyone and hung them on the war horse.

In the slightly raised cold wind, more than 100 old soldiers covered in cold eyes were silently oppressed on the war horses as if they were slowly oppressing the mountains! They actually pushed Tang Yin, Xu Jing and the yamen runners widened their eyes, making them even breathing a little harder.

The vicious aura spread in front of the yard. The insects in the peach forest seemed to dare not roar again because of this vicious aura...

Zhang Lun exhaled deeply and roared in a low voice: "Go to kill someone, I don't believe that those Japanese pirates can carry the swords and guns of my British Duke's Mansion with three heads and six arms!"

"Here~!!"

Compared to Zhang Lun, Tang Ze, who is now hereditary of Wei Qianhu, Suzhou, is full of sadness.

The old soldiers around him were all left by his father, but the quality of those old soldiers around him was completely incomparable to Zhang Lun's. Even several of them ran away.

Just now, the Japanese pirates shouting and shouting from the woods just now, and hundreds of soldiers from the Thousand Houses and Houses under him turned around and began to flee...

"They are only twenty or thirty people! Twenty or thirty people!! You are not allowed to leave! You are not allowed to leave~!"

Tang Ze pulled out his waist with red eyes, pointed at a few hundred households who were looking for fleeing back with their personal soldiers and roared: "Kill here! Kill here!"
Chapter completed!