The shouts of killing were loud outside the inn, and a famous mountain bandit, holding a scimitar and an iron sword, desperately greeted the convoy soldiers.
Even though the escort team had used the outer wall of the inn as a cover, many people were still injured in a short period of time.
It can be said that compared with the orderly morale of the bandits, the morale of the soldiers was extremely low.
After all, who had just experienced a wave of betrayal by his comrades, and nearly half of them were lost in just one stick of incense. The generals directly under him have been cowardly cowards in the inn, and they may not be able to cheer up.
"Old Zhao, are these the elite soldiers and imperial guards from the camp on the outskirts of Beijing? I think it's okay for me to go!"
Behind the bandit army, a man with a scar face smiled wantonly and looked at the soldiers inside the wall with contempt.
He was tall and strong, and his strength was astonishing. He was even more powerful with his sword, and he killed five or six soldiers in just one encounter.
It was so easy to kill them that he didn't even rush forward with his younger brothers.
"Hey, Scar, now you know the benefits of taking refuge in me, right?"
Next to Scar, a man wearing a red coat smiled, his mediocre face full of self-satisfaction.
As one of the brokers traveling outside the Mighty General's Mansion, Zhao Rong is responsible for communicating with various mountain bandits in the North, and even establishing bandit nests in some mountains that are easy to defend and difficult to attack.
These "mountain bandits" appear to be bandits, but in fact they are taught by brokers. Not to mention completely defeating the local garrison in Jozhao, their combat effectiveness is astonishing.
Of course, how can his simple training compare with the Royal Forest Army and the Beijing Suburban Camp? The people in front of them were retreating steadily, but it was just Beijing that had already made arrangements.
Among the so-called elites, how many percent are elites?
However, Zhao Rong will not tell Scar these secrets. In his opinion, this is a good opportunity for him to win over people's hearts.
"Okay, okay, brother, you are really capable!"
Scar, who was so satisfied with the killing, laughed out loud, and then his eyes paused, and then he looked somewhere with his eyes shining.
Zhao Rong also quickly noticed something strange about him, and when he looked over, he realized that the other person was actually looking at a girl in Chinese clothes who was standing in front of the window and looking at the battle.
Her black hair is like a waterfall, and her skin is as white as snow. Even if it is just a vague outline, people can detect her nobility and arrogance.
beauty.
That's an absolute beauty.
And looking at the other party's attire, it was definitely not like a maid. As far as they knew, the accompanying officials did not bring their families, so the person standing by the window could only be that person...
"Old Zhao, if I help you capture the inn and capture the princess, can you give her to me for fun? One night, just one night, you are going to kill her anyway. Wouldn't it be the same if you kill her after I've had enough fun? ? What do you call this? What’s the best of both worlds?"
Scar stared at the figure by the window and laughed as if he was possessed.
He came from a rough background, and he relied on his own strength to get through the world.
But as long as you are a hero, it is impossible not to love beauty, especially beauties who are born noble and behave proudly.
However, he was born ugly, and acquired a scar the day after tomorrow, coupled with his lowly background, let alone a noble girl, even those bitches from ordinary families would not give him a second glance.
But what if they don't like him?
After being snatched back by him, wouldn’t you still have to be obedient and wait on him while lying on the bed?
If you are obedient, he will give you some food and drink, and if you are disobedient, you will be killed directly. After all, they are just bitches who have no eyesight and cannot recognize heroes!
However, even though he had robbed many women, most of them were the daughters of small families or merchants.
The only time he committed a crime was to kidnap the daughter of the newly elected magistrate of Liangzhou. She was just a concubine, but the Liangzhou garrison chased him and his brothers all over the mountains.
In the end, Zhao Rong showed up to help him, and the prefect was quickly transferred away, and the matter was settled.
Looking at the girl standing quietly behind the window, Scar felt that the blood all over his body was boiling, and he was shouting, what is the daughter of the prefect? His scar wants the princess of that day!
Zhao Rong knew that Scar was lecherous, but he didn't expect that he would dare to set his sights on Princess Zhaoming.
This is no ordinary princess, she is a legitimate princess.
However, as Scar said, he was going to be killed anyway, so it was not impossible to let him have some fun.
"Okay, as long as you can lead people to attack, then you can do whatever you want, princess."
"That's what you said!"
Scar smiled ferociously and clenched the big knife in his hand, retreated lazily, and rushed towards the wall of the inn not far away in one stride.
It's just that he was too absorbed in chatting with Zhao Rong, or he felt that today's battle was a foregone conclusion, so he didn't even care about anyone coming out of the inn.
Of course, there were only a dozen people, so even if they saw it, they wouldn't care.
"Master, you..."
Behind the escort, a young man in black clothes suddenly raised his eyes. His light-colored peach blossom eyes were like sharp dark rays, looking coldly at the rear of the bandit army.
After a while, before the men behind him could react, he disappeared from the place like a bow and arrow.
Almost at the same time, Scar also raised the big knife in his hand and rushed to the outer wall of the inn with a group of young men, the gate that was most difficult to guard.
The gatekeepers had seen his strength just now, and now they saw him rushing in so arrogantly, with so many bandits following behind him, and their hearts suddenly started beating.
"Kill! Fight in for me! Tonight I want the princess of that family to be my bride!"
Seeing the fear on the defender's face, Scar laughed loudly, raised his knife, and loudly announced his good news.
However, at this moment, a black shadow suddenly flashed out of the crowd, and the long sword in his hand was as cold as snow, coming straight towards Scar's fragile throat.
The speed was so fast that even though he had been walking around the world all year round and had scars from countless lives on his body, he didn't react quickly and could only raise the knife to block the vital points.
The long sword connected with the broadsword, and sparks flew in the night. Scar felt his arm numb and could hardly hold the broadsword in his hand.
The person who was fighting with him no longer went straight for the throat, but kicked him hard in the lower abdomen, sending him flying backwards.
But flying upside down is not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing is the almost breaking pain coming from underneath the body...
The pain was so severe that when a group of boys caught him and tried to help him stand up, he turned pale and couldn't stand with sweat on his forehead.
"Boss, boss, are you okay?"
"You idiot, you dare to attack our leader! Brothers, go up and fuck him!"
"Kill! Kill him!"
Several bandits charged forward with knives in hand, trying to bite off a piece of meat from the young man standing quietly in front of the gate with a long sword in his hand.
However, what was waiting for them was not the boy at all, but the seventeen guards who rushed out immediately after.
There were only seventeen of them, but they blocked all the bandits like an iron wall, leaving a broad road for their master to go to Scar.
"Tell me, who do you want to be your bride?"
