The hundreds of soldiers over there were stunned when they saw three people rushing towards them.
"What do these three people do?"
"The devil knows."
"It looks like he jumped off the boat."
"I think you've been riding a horse for two days, and you've become hysterical."
"If you jump from such a high ship, you won't fall to death, but your legs will definitely be broken."
"My darling, how big is this ship and what country is it from?"
Hundreds of people looked at the warship and the three people who jumped off with great curiosity. The most important thing was that after these three people got off, the arrow rain stopped.
Because there were three people, hundreds of people didn't take it seriously at all and were still savoring the aftermath of the disaster.
When the three of them rushed over at top speed and were fifty meters away from the enemy, Yang Gan slapped the piano case.
He pulled out a huge dragon-slaying knife that was more than 1.4 meters, almost 1.5 meters, and dragged it on the ground.
Before everyone could react.
Yang Gan had already rushed into the crowd, and instantly, a large number of broken limbs flew up.
Qing Qing and Cao Wushuang flew towards the inside as fast as a giant dragon, and there was not a single move against the enemy wherever they passed.
After the soldiers reacted, they drew their swords and attacked instead of running away.
Because I don't know what happened.
However, when they entered the battle group, they didn't see where they were yet.
A flash of black light flashed.
When my shoulder hurts, the whole world tilts sideways.
The wails kept coming and going.
The people attacked by Cao Wushuang and Qing Qing basically died of internal injuries or minor wounds.
The people killed by Yang Gan basically suffered large-scale wounds, either with severed arms or legs, or with their waists cut off.
My head is flying everywhere as if I don’t need money.
The extended bronze sword was basically cut off by the horizontal and vertical slashes of the dragon-slaying knife.
Blood flowers bloomed in the air, dyeing the battlefield red. The sound of the enemy falling continued to sound, and cracks began to appear in their ranks.
After killing the team, the momentum of rushing forward suddenly changed, and his legs were almost bent to their maximum limit.
With a sudden kick, his body flew backwards in an anti-physical way.
There was another burst of killing. Just at the beginning, the soldiers of Liao State still had the idea of killing him together with their swords.
Arms falling from the sky and corpses bleeding at their feet. They faced Yang Ganjiao, the man with the dragon-slaying knife, and their hearts were filled with fear.
Yang Gan brandished the dragon-slaying knife, and the blood drops on the knife drew red arcs over the battlefield.
He kept wandering among the crowd, like a fierce tiger. He would almost die if he brushed against him, and he would be injured if he touched him. This kind of powerful lethality.
Those who have not fought hand-to-hand with Yang Gan simply cannot understand this almost violent power and magical weapon.
Such fighting power is almost impossible to solve.
Of the hundreds of enemies, only a few stood trembling in the end, not because they didn't want to run, but because their legs were so frightened that they felt like they were filled with lead and couldn't move at all.
Yang Gan opened his mouth, his teeth were terrifying, and he held a huge dragon-slaying knife on his shoulder. His domineering attitude of looking down on the world made the remaining people feel strong fear in their hearts.
Looking left and right, he walked towards a man who was slumped on the ground.
"Are you Wei Jun?"
The young man covered the wound and looked at Yang Qian with shocked eyes, his body trembling slightly.
Even for someone as calm as him, with such a deep city, seeing someone with such terrifying fighting ability, his instinctive fear caused his brain to shut down at this moment.
"Yes, yes!"
Yang Gan tilted his head and looked at the bottom of the carriage with a sarcastic look on his face.
"Mi Zi? When you come out, aren't you going to deal with this guy?"
Mi Zi, who was lying under the carriage, had a horrified look in her eyes. She was watching Yang Gan cut the man in half with a huge blade the size of a door panel.
"Bi, after all, a couple's favor lasts for one night!"
"snort!"
There would have been no problems with the plan made by Yang Qian and Tianshou Division, but this woman did not act according to the plan, which led to everyone being chased and several people from Tianshou Division died.
Sure enough, he is not a professional person, he cannot do professional things, and he will even deceive his teammates even more.
Turning to look at the young man, his tone was cold.
"The situation in Guzang is treacherous. A small family like the Wei family dares to get involved in the fight between the three clans and the Xiang family. It is only a matter of time before the clan is exterminated."
Wei Jun's face was pale, but his eyes were very bright, and he just looked at Yang Qian.
"Your Excellency?"
"I don't want to change my name, but I don't want to change my surname. Marquis of Wu'an, Yang Qian!"
Wei Jun's eyes widened instantly.
"What virtues and abilities do we, the Wei family, have to let a big shot like you take such notice?"
After thinking for a while, he turned away from Mi Zi who was crawling out from under the carriage and said with a strange look in his eyes.
"I heard that Marquis Wu An likes beauty. Although my wife is extremely beautiful, she is not good enough for Marquis Wu An to come all the way here."
Yang Gan waved his hand.
"I promised someone to save the lives of Mi Zi, Mi Nian and Mi Kun, and you will be in bad luck."
"Actually, with the strength of your Wei family, when there is a struggle in the court, you should intervene and join the army."
"When the three clans, the royal family and the Xiang family were damaged due to the struggle, you then intervened forcefully and relied on one force. Such a simple plan is unthinkable? Do you still need to kill the royal family women and get a certificate of surrender?"
Wei Jun was stunned for a moment, then a bitter smile appeared on his face.
Yes, why didn't they think of such a simple thing? Seeing that many small families had no choice.
In fact, just because they are a small family, several forces will not care about them at all.
"It turns out, it turns out, it's so simple!"
He stood up unsteadily and stumbled towards Mi Zi, his eyes full of tenderness.
"I'm sorry, yes, it's my fault! I regret it!"
Wei Jun burst into tears, holding Mi Zi's shoulders tightly with both arms, tears and nose running down together.
It seems extremely tragic.
And Mi Zi also had tears in her eyes. Even if it was a political marriage, they had been married for so many years. Even if there was no love between them, there was still family affection as a bond.
Mi Zi pursed her lips, but she couldn't say anything in her heart, because his parents and younger brother both died in her hands.
When she learned that her husband was going to attack her, her three siblings, and even her children, she might not be able to let him go.
She took the killing blow.
But seeing her husband in such a state, she couldn't help but want to express some words of comfort.
At this moment, Wei Jun suddenly raised his head and saw that he no longer looked as guilty as before.
Some have red eyes, as ferocious as evil spirits.
"Mi Zi, you bitch, I regret it. I regret not killing you earlier. Your royal family is so cowardly that you should not have been sitting in that position."
"Even if I die, I won't make it easy for you!!!"
While everyone was in shock, Wei Jun took out a dagger from his sleeve and stabbed Mi Zi in the chest.
Mi Zi was stunned, and everyone was stunned.
Both Gongzi Kun and Mi Nian were stunned.
He couldn't reflect it at all, and thought it was Wei Jun's conscience who discovered it.
The moment the tip of the knife penetrated Mi Zi, a small hand tightly grabbed the shining blade.
No matter how much strength Wei Jun exerted, he could not move even an inch, so much so that the veins on his forehead popped out under the exertion.
"Fuck you!"
Yang Gan raised his leg and kicked Wei Jun, as if he had been hit by a carriage, he flew backwards and rolled on the ground several times.
The two women ran over anxiously, and Qingqing asked anxiously.
"How's it going? Are you okay?"
Drops of blood dripped from the blade.
Yang Gan's face was as dark as water. He did not let go of the dagger. Instead, he held it lightly and the bronze-forged dagger was easily broken in an instant.
He walked up to Wei Jun with a livid face.
"You are very brave, you dare to show your knife in front of me!"
Yang Gan lowered his head and glanced at his hand. The scars on it were clearly visible, but not particularly deep. This showed that his modified Iron Palm was still very useful.
Wei Jun pretended to be crazy and kept shouting at Yang Qian.
"Ahhhhhh~~~~Why is it you again? Why are you everywhere? Why are you blocking the road? Our Wei family has never been your enemy!"
Seeing the whine like a dog with a broken spine, Yang Qian curled up his lips and patted his head lightly.
Just hear.
"Pfft"!
Wei Jun's head seemed to have become rounder, his eyes popped out, and blood lines spurted out from his nose, mouth, and ears.
Half of the head was shot directly into the chest.
At this time, hundreds of heavily armed soldiers rushed over quickly.
The leader was Zhu Hongfang.
Yang Qian looked at Zhu Hongfang's fussy Yang Qian, with a trace of helplessness flashing in his eyes.
At this time, Zhang Yumeng rushed over, took Yang Qian's bleeding hand, and said with a gloomy face.
"Give me a victory sign."
Yang Gan made a yese gesture.
"Get another one."
Yang Qian silently extended his middle finger!
Zhang Yumeng's face was covered with black lines.
"My nerves are intact! Brother, can you take good care of yourself?"
Yang Gan waved his hands with helplessness on his face.
"I said this was an instinctive reaction, do you believe it?"
Zhang Yumeng patted him and was speechless. However, this wound was considered minor to Yang Qian.
Taking the backpack from a female military doctor, Zhang Yumeng expertly took out the needle, thread and alcohol and began to disinfect it, and then asked Yang Qian to drink a bottle of allicin before stopping.
have to say.
It only takes a few minutes for a person's qi and blood to fill up. After such a long and deep scar is sutured, the bleeding has long been stopped.
Zhang Yumeng is already used to it.
The wounds on Yang Gan's body healed faster than most people, and to a certain extent, they could even be said to be self-healing.
Often some wounds will become scabbed at night after just applying medicine today.
In less than a week, only scars were visible, and the wound had already healed.
This time, because it was on the palm of his hand, Yang Qian specially applied it with a special liquid prepared by Ge Xiuming to remove as many scars as possible, except for other places.
It doesn't matter.
Scars are the mark of a man, he is so reckless.
The three families smuggled out hundreds of cartloads of goods, including Master Kun's belongings.
Yang Qian couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction. With so much wealth, there is a high probability that he will not ask Zhao Ji for money in the future.
After all, asking for money from Zhao Ji is not much different from asking for money from yourself. I really have no idea of raising a child for others, even a child like this that is hundreds of months old.
