"Third Master!"
"Third brother!"
The Black Mountain bandits exclaimed with disbelief on their faces.
As the third leader of Heishan and the number one general under Li Heihu, Sun Zhi naturally has great combat power.
But now, it only takes one round to decide whether he will live or die.
When they looked at Han Zhen again, the eyes of these Black Mountain bandits were full of fear.
boom!
Two groups of cavalry collided.
Nie Dong held a long spear, swung away the opponent's long knife, and stabbed a Montenegrin bandit into the chest at an extremely tricky angle.
As soon as the attack was successful, he immediately gave up his spear, pulled out the long knife from his waist, and used the inertia of the horse's impact to slash the scarfed army behind.
This is the case in the battle formation. The cavalry is clashing, and the horses and spears have only one chance to be used.
Because when the war horse is galloping at high speed, there will be no time for you to draw the spear or the horse.
Unless you are like Han Zhen, who uses Ma Shu as a bronze stick.
A few days ago, Nie Dong tried Han Zhen's horse.
With his physical strength, he could feel soreness in his arms after just swinging it a dozen times.
Looking at Han Zhen at this moment, he has waved his hand countless times as he rushes into the scarf-wearing army.
Every swing has tremendous power. Anyone who is hit will either die or be disabled!
A round of charge resulted in casualties on both sides.
However, the Western Army was experienced, and even if they were injured, they would not be fatal.
On the contrary, it was the Black Mountain bandits. Six of them died in an instant, and almost all of the remaining eleven were injured.
While Han Zhen and others rushed into the turban-wearing army, the two bandits tightened their reins, dismounted, and rushed out of the room.
"Third brother, third brother!"
The room was dark, and no matter how they called, no one answered.
One of the bandits took out a fire stick from his arms, blew it brightly, and then discovered Sun Zhi through the faint light of the fire.
At this moment, Sun Zhi was lying motionless on the ground, his chest was slightly sunken inward, and his mouth and nose were bleeding.
The long knife held in his hand has a curved blade.
Goulon!
One of the bandits couldn't help but swallowed, his heart was extremely horrified.
Another bandit stretched out two fingers and put them on Sun Zhi's neck. He felt a weak pulse and couldn't help but look happy.
"Third brother is still alive!"
Carrying Sun Zhi on his back, the two quickly left the house.
In a short period of time, Han Zhen had led his cavalry to kill through the formation of the Turban Army, and was now turning his horse's head for a second charge.
More than two hundred troops wearing scarves have collapsed. Some are running away, some are kneeling down to beg for mercy, and some are lying on the ground pretending to be dead.
"The wind is tight, pull!"
The Black Mountain bandit urged anxiously.
After just one encounter, they were frightened to death.
At present, Sun Zhi's life and death are unknown. Even if there are thousands of young men wearing scarves in the county, they can't think of a counterattack.
The key is that shouts of killing have been heard from all over the county, and the opponent is obviously more than just these nineteen riders.
Seeing the Black Mountain bandits slip away, Han Zhen ordered: "Nie Dong, lead ten cavalry to pursue them."
"Got the order!"
Nie Dong led ten Western troops and chased them on horseback.
Han Zhen led the remaining seven Western troops and rushed toward the county government office.
Eight cavalry rushes to three hundred!
In the past, these Western troops would not have dared to even think about it.
Even if the opponent is a group of rebels who were poor peasants yesterday.
The peasant rebel army was not as fragile as imagined, especially when they first started to rebel, they were like wild beasts.
Among the thousands of people, there are many rural soldiers, many of whom are courageous.
In addition, once your hands are stained with blood and you kill someone, there will be a psychological transformation.
This is similar to the fact that wild beasts that have hurt people are not afraid of people.
Although their combat power is not as good as that of the regular army, their momentum is not inferior.
During the southern expedition to Fangla two years ago, they also fought against peasant rebels. What was the result?
Although the suppression was successful, the 150,000 Western troops also suffered heavy casualties. In the end, less than 100,000 were able to participate in the Northern Expedition.
Those who could be brought by Sun Zhi to attack the county government were all elites selected from the rebel army.
At this moment, seeing only eight cavalry charging towards them, the three hundred turban-wearing soldiers were not afraid. Instead, they excitedly faced them with swords.
However, these people had just rushed up and hadn't gotten close yet.
Then he saw a black horse spear whistling towards him.
boom!
Anyone who is hit by the horse will either die or be maimed.
For a moment, the scarf-wearing army blocking Han Zhen's front seemed to have been hit by a chariot and flew out one after another.
When the cavalrymen in the rear saw it, their blood boiled with excitement.
Holding the long knife tightly in his hand, he used the impact and inertia of the galloping horse to continuously harvest human lives.
After two charges back and forth, the scarf-wearing army formed by young men finally collapsed.
They had never seen such a brave man, and his liver and gallbladder were broken when he was killed.
Han Zhen shouted: "Kneel down and accept your surrender, surrender your weapons and not kill!"
"Kneel down and accept surrender. Disarm and do not kill!"
The seven Western troops also shouted in unison.
Bang, bang, bang~
Hundreds of simple knives were thrown on the bluestone slab, making a series of crisp impact sounds.
Outside the county government office, people were kneeling on the ground.
"Disarm without killing!"
At the same time, calls for surrender came from all directions in the county.
The situation is decided!
"You wait here to guard the prisoners."
After giving instructions, Han Zhen mounted his horse and walked towards the gate of the county government office.
In the county government compound, Liu Yong was sitting under a tree, his abdomen dripping with blood.
When he saw Han Zhen, tears filled his eyes and he said, "Brother, you finally came to save my brother."
More than half of the more than two hundred archers and government officials died, and everyone else was injured.
Han Zhen ignored Liu Yong, glanced around, raised his horse, and said in a cold tone: "Everyone, surrender your weapons and kneel down, otherwise you will be killed without mercy!"
"Clam?"
Liu Yong was stunned.
He never expected that Han Zhen's first words after entering the county government would be like this.
The chill in his tone made him shiver.
Bang!
Liu Yong was the first to throw away the sword in his hand, and said with a complicated smile: "My brother was stabbed in the stomach. I really can't kneel down. Please forgive me."
He had already realized that something was wrong. Han Zhen felt strange to him tonight.
A government official shouted loudly: "Han Er, do you want to rebel?"
Poof!
The black spear pierced the yamen servant's heart and killed him on the spot.
Han Zhen held the gun in one hand, raised the corpse of the government servant high, and said in a cold voice: "I will count to three, one..."
Wow!
As soon as they counted, there were people kneeling in the yard.
He raised his right hand and threw the corpse far away from the horse. Han Zhen turned over and dismounted, and walked into the county government hall with a strong smell of blood and evil aura.
The sound of heavy footsteps, like a war hammer, struck Changzhi County's heart.
"Changzhi County, you are well."
After swallowing, Chang Zhixian pretended to be calm and said, "Han Er, how are you doing?"
He knew in his heart that if Han Zhen rushed to help tonight, he was afraid that the person who came was evil.
Just now, seeing the rebels breaking through the county government gate, Changzhi County was ready to die calmly.
But who knew that things would take a turn for the worse, and suddenly reinforcements came to kill him, and his heart suddenly filled with joy and fear for the rest of his life.
After such a torment, he no longer had the energy to die calmly just now.
Han Zhen didn't waste any time and went straight to the point: "I want Linzi County. You will still be the magistrate of the county. Do business as usual and do whatever you want from now on. A year and a half later, you will take the money and get promoted, and we have nothing to do with it!"
It still takes time to accumulate strength, and Changzhi County is the best parasol.
As long as he was around, the court's eyes would not fall on Han Zhen.
Of course, this is a best-case scenario.
If Changzhi County does not agree, then they can only kill him and directly occupy Linzi County.
It's fun to do this, but the counterinsurgency army will arrive soon.
Hearing this, Chang Zhixian's eyes flashed.
Uncle Fu looked nervous and wanted to persuade, but was afraid of having the opposite effect.
At this time, Han Zhen suddenly smiled and said in a kind tone: "Changzhi County, don't you come out here just to get money? Make money, it's not shabby. In one year, I guarantee you will have a net worth of one million, even if you don't become an official , enough to be a rich man in Tokyo and live a carefree life."
Seeing Han Zhen walking down the steps, Uncle Fu immediately echoed: "Alang, Erlang of the Han family is right, harmony brings wealth."
Chang Zhixian frowned and said, "What exactly do you want?"
At first, he thought that Han Zhen was trying to recruit people, but now it seemed that this was no way to recruit people.
Han Zhen smiled and asked instead, "What does Changzhi County think of the Jin people in the north?"
"Barbarians are not worth mentioning."
Chang Zhixian replied, with contempt beyond his words.
Look!
This is how the Northern Song Dynasty literati, and even the emperor's courtiers, viewed the Jin people in the north.
In their eyes, the Jin people are no different from the Liao people, and they can be coaxed by just giving them some coins.
The Liao people were like this, the Xixia people were like this, and probably the Jin people were like this too.
Han Zhen asked again: "What if these barbarians insist on going south?"
"this……"
Chang Zhixian was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said: "Impossible."
"Why is it impossible?"
Han Zhen laughed and said: "In the two Northern Expeditions, the Song army was seen by the Jin people. If I were a Jin man, I saw that the Song Dynasty in the south had lax military equipment and was so rich. Why wouldn't I come?"
Changzhi County was silent.
After a moment, he said harshly: "We don't need to worry about this matter. The officials and the Gonggun princes will make their own decisions."
"They have made their decision, and I have my plan."
After Han Zhen finished speaking, he raised his horse slightly and reminded: "Changzhi County, my patience is limited."
Glancing at the blood still dripping from Zhang Feng, a hint of fear flashed in Chang Zhixian's eyes and he asked, "What should I do with Ding's money?"
Han Zhen said with a half-smile but not a smile: "Isn't there still two months left? The boat will naturally straighten when it reaches the bridge."
Changzhi County understood immediately.
He wanted the county seat, but he couldn't get any money out of it.
"That's all, it's up to you."
Chang Zhixian sighed, stood up and walked towards the backyard, the background was bleak.
Things are really unpredictable.
Who would have thought that not long after he took power, he would become a clay Buddha again.
However, it would be good if he could save his life, not to mention Han Zhen's promise to do the business.
Uncle Fu bowed his hands towards Han Zhen with a grateful face, and then quickly caught up with his Alang.
Done!
A hint of joy flashed in Han Zhen's eyes, and he turned around and left the lobby.
In the yard, the government officials looked at him with different expressions.
Han Zhen asked: "Did you hear everything just now?"
Liu Yong heard the deep meaning in his words and answered first: "Brother, I lost too much blood and my head is dizzy. I'm afraid I may die."
Hearing this, the government archers immediately reacted and spoke one after another.
"I was dizzy too and didn't hear anything."
"Me too."
Seeing this, Han Zhen's lips curved into a smile.
There are some things that you know well but cannot say.
Stepping up to Liu Yong and taking a closer look at the wound on his stomach, Han Zhen said seriously: "Well, he is indeed about to die. Don't worry, brothers, I will help take care of my sister-in-law and two concubines."
Seeing Han Zhen taking the initiative to joke with him, Liu Yong's heart suddenly dropped, and he joked: "I don't need to worry about it, brother, I think I can find Doctor Wang to take a look, maybe there is still hope."
Da da da!
Outside the county government office, there was a rapid sound of horse hooves.
Immediately afterwards, Nie Dong stepped into the gate of the county government, bowed and clasped his fists and said: "The general chased all the way outside the city and beheaded seven people, but still allowed three people to escape. Because the view was blocked, I don't know if the opponent had an ambush outside the city. So I dare not pursue him further, and I hope the village chief will forgive me."
"It's out of the way."
Han Zhen waved his hand and then asked: "How is the situation in the city?"
Nie Dong replied: "Part of the scarf-wearing army took advantage of the chaos and escaped from the county. The rest have been captured. Now Zhang He and others are counting."
"Um."
Han Zhen nodded and ordered the archer who was kneeling in the courtyard: "Get up, go and comfort the residents of the county if you are lightly injured, and help put out the fire."
"yes!"
Everyone stood up and responded.
Although they didn't say it explicitly, they knew very well that Linzi County had changed.
After waiting for a while, Zhang He came.
"Village chief, there are a total of 2,800 prisoners of war, 1,200 young and strong, and the rest are old, weak, women and children."
"What are our casualties?"
"Eight people were seriously injured and 21 were slightly injured."
Han Zhen ordered: "Go and find all the officials in the city."
(End of chapter)
