Chapter 119: The Principality of Zhenjiang Privy Council?!

In front is the broken road of Xiongwu Camp, in the middle is more than ten dead soldiers who do not give way, and behind is the Great Song Divine Spear, which is unstoppable. There are countless figures on the slopes on both sides of the left and right, including bows and arrows in hand, which are aiming. The group of masked knights look around and panic, and the arrogance he had just faced towards Yang Zaixing was gone.

Gao Lin is happy to behave in his colors.

The dozens of people who came down from the mountain looked like a farmer. They looked at the dead soldiers in the canyon who were not inclined to give in. They placed their left hand on their chest, their thumb and little fingers intersected, and their three fingers were stretched out, which roughly showed the word "three". The dead soldiers in the middle of the canyon, who were headed with a spear in the right hand and their left hand on their chest in the same position, nodding each other, staring at the group of masked knights.

Gao Lin urged him to go forward, but put his right hand on his chest. In this posture, the people who came down from the mountain were shocked.

Yang Zaixing knew a little about this. This should be the etiquette of meeting the brothers of the Chivalrous Society. But I don’t know why the people on the mountain reacted so much when they saw Gao Lin. After all, Gao Lin should have never been to the Quzhou area. People here would not recognize him, right?

Even if the masked knight in the middle was dull, he knew that he was in a desperate situation. He looked around and could no longer calm down. After a moment, several cavalry rushed out rashly, intending to squeeze through between Yang Zaixing and Gao Lin. If he did not seek to kill and escape with all his might, this would be a feasible strategy. However, the consequence of not having any armor was that he had not yet rushed over ten feet away. The strong arrows on the mountain shot the riders like mowed grass. The horse screamed "stop" and dragged the corpse toward Yang Zaixing and went out of the valley.

How dare the people behind act rashly!

When Yang Zaixing heard the string, he felt a little more: This is not a strong bow that ordinary hunters can use. Even in the army, infantry archers must use such a strong bow. Where did these people come from? How can there be such elite equipment?

Gao Lin lifted the two corpses and masked cloths in front of him, but they were Han people, not Jurchen thieves.

What is the method of this team of masked men? Why are the Jin people and Han people mixed?

"Don't let me off!"

Gao Lin was standing in front of Yang Zaixing at this moment, with a majestic appearance. The masked men had only about twenty people, and their strength seemed much weaker. In addition, there were enemies on all sides. After hearing Gao Lin's roar, the internal riots began to start. After a little murmur, they actually started fighting inside. Yang Zaixing, Gao Lin and others were puzzled. After a moment, the two cavalry were killed by the rest of the people, and the survivors were dismounted one after another. At this time, the standard surrender posture on the battlefield seemed to be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, no matter which faction he was from.

"Tear off the cloth on your face!" Gao Lin shouted.

Sure enough, everyone pulled off their masks, but they were all Han people, and there was not a single Jurchen person with unique appearances.

"Where are you soldiers? What are you here?" The commander of Xiongwu Camp finally spoke, but he knew that these people were definitely not a mob. Although the common people around him looked strange, they blocked the attack of the masked people for their side, so they were naturally on the front line. No matter what, these masked people were very strange. Judging from their behavior, they were not like those in the same military camp, and their behavior was very different.

The soldiers of Xiongwu Camp beside him are quite skilled in tying people. Facing the enemies who are throwing troops and sitting on the ground, they are quick to tie them up. The common warriors avoid them far away, but do not retreat, but concentrate on one side of the slope and watch the people in Xiongwu Camp take action.

"Is this commander of Xiongwu Camp? I have something to say!" Among the men sitting on the ground, one taller responded loudly.

The commander went forward, but the man whispered a few words. Everyone around him was frustrated. The commander of the Xiongwu Camp was shocked and took two steps back and shouted, "Don't ties!"

But this was a little late. All the men sitting on the ground had already tied up, but when they heard this silence, they were happy. The warriors in the civil-clad clothes were uneasy, and Gao Lin and Yang Zaixing were also confused: Where are these guys? The people in the Xiongwu Camp dare not underestimate them?! The Xiongwu Camp, which is responsible for the defense of the internal and external periphery, often changes defense with the Yulin Guard on weekdays. It can be said that they are extremely noble warriors at foot of the emperor. They are completely different from the reserve force of the Song Dynasty, which is used to go north to defend the river. On weekdays, they don’t really look down on people in the military of the Palace Front Office, but they are strange now.

Who are these people?

The commander of the Xiongwu Camp did not dare to act rashly, and the soldiers under his command were even more afraid, but should they be loosened or what to do now? No one dared to say anything. Yang Zaixing saw that the boss was depressed and drove forward with his gun. The commander of the Xiongwu Camp saw that the situation was not good, and in a dilemma, he had to retreat suddenly. Yang Zaixing asked the tall masked man: "Where are you waiting for? How dare you intercept the Zhongliang of Yuefu?"

The man was obviously the leader of the masked man. His face had appeared at this moment. Everyone was following his horse's head, but he was afraid of Yang Zaixing to death. He didn't dare to be careless when he heard Yang Zaixing's questioning. The leader was not very panicked. He looked at Yang Zaixing and smiled slightly, not caring about it. Yang Zaixing did not attack, but picked up the black cloth on the faces of the two masked men who fell to death on the ground. They were two Jurchen cavalry!

"Bastard! You dare to join the thieves and come and kill my Song Zhongliang! Wouldn't you die?" Where Yang Zaixing's spear started, the man looked at the spearhead in disbelief and flashed out again. When the blood surged, he had already fallen beside the Jin man's corpse, but his hands were tied up, and it seemed to be kneeling down at the Jin man.

The masked cavalry around him were shocked: The reason for killing was of course sufficient. There was no movement just now. He thought that he had escaped from heaven and had a disagreement with this evil god. This would lead to the end of the blood-stained gun head!

The iron spear tip was originally snow-white and shiny, but it was bright red at the moment. Yang Zaixing shot and shot back quickly. The red cherry blossoms were not stained with blood. The blood of the spear tip slowly dripped down. The sound was indescribable, but it was like a death-induced demon sound, which shocked everyone. In the narrow valley, it was so quiet that the sound of torches burning could be heard.

"Mr. Yang! This" the commander of the Xiongwu Camp was stuttering when he saw that the situation was not good, as if he wanted to persuade Yang Zaixing not to take action.

"The soldiers there! Say it quickly!" The iron spear was already pointing at the next man sitting on the ground.

The man's eyes were only inch from his gun's head, and he smelled blood in his nose. He knew that as long as he had a wrong word, the gun's head would sink into his throat. How could he dare to talk nonsense?

But my throat kept rolling, and a pimple was generated for no reason. My saliva continued to swallow, and my words were naturally intermittent.

"Old thief Zhang Jun! How dare you do this?! Where did these thieves come from?!" Yang Zaixing shouted violently

The soldiers and generals of Xiongwu Camp were all in a commotion!
Chapter completed!