The sound of horse hooves was urgent. More than twenty strong horses crossed the Imperial River and arrived at the foot of Mount Baishan. The solid yellow road had been penetrated by snow and water. Twisted ruts were left on the frozen soil by the carriages that had passed by, but the strong horses were still agile and swift.
The more than twenty people were all on horseback with swords. They wore leather robes with arrow sleeves and hats made of dog and roe deer skin. They whipped their horses and looked brave and vigorous. They looked like aristocrats who had gone out to hunt. But the Datong area had been plagued by wars and disasters all year round. The nearby people knew a thing or two about military affairs. If they saw the weapons of these riders, they would definitely be surprised.
The scabbard was half old and there was no red tassel on the handle. The brass blade was polished and the blade was more than a foot longer than an ordinary saber. They were all podaos of the same color. It looked like they carried their weapons with them every day.
There were short crossbows and arrow bags on the side of the saddle. Looking at their style, they were definitely not ordinary hunters. It had just snowed in the morning and was sunny in the afternoon. The remaining snow was still falling and the air was cool and refreshing.
Not far ahead was Mount Baideng. North of Mount Baideng was Mount Fang. In the past, Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty led an expedition of 320,000 troops against the Xiongnu. After a great victory, he underestimated the enemy and advanced rashly. He was besieged by 400,000 Xiongnu troops on Mount Baideng for seven days and seven nights. Later, he used a trick to escape. This small hill became famous throughout the world because of this.
It was the middle of winter, and few people would enter the mountains. Once they reached the entrance of the mountain, there was no one to be seen. The twenty or so riders rode their horses up the hill. Looking out, there was a lone hill on the undulating snowy plains. It looked to be no more than a thousand feet in height. The hill was flat and not too tall. When Yang Ling first heard that it was a mountain, he had wondered how steep it would be. Now that he saw the hill and the smooth path around it, he relaxed.
This hill was made of yellow soil and there was no way to defend it. Of course, if there were heavy troops on the top, they could defend against the attack of tens of thousands of troops for more than half a day. It was only about ten li from here to Datong. If there was any danger, they only needed to hold on for half a day before the Ming army arrived.
The mountain was surrounded by wilderness. If the Ming army had set up an ambush, the three Duoyan Guards would be able to detect it from afar and escape in time. This place was really suitable for negotiation.
Although the White Mountain was not very high, it was still quite spacious. It had a circumference of a few miles. Yang Ling led more than twenty of his personal guards up the mountain. Looking into the distance, he saw that the rolling hills in the north were Fang Mountains. About two miles away, there was a large village.
Yang Ling sat upright on his horse and turned his head around. He squinted his eyes and looked at the dazzling white road. He saw a few black shadows rapidly approaching from afar. Judging by their speed, they should be riding fast horses.
Yang Ling lifted the reins and laughed heartily, "Sure enough, it can't be hidden from the eyes of the observant."
Wu Hanchao pushed the brim of his hat with the reins and said nervously, "Daren, the ambush is at the Li Family Village. It is two miles away and I feel uneasy. Should we go there?"
Although Wu Hanchao was skilled and daring, he also knew that there were a few masters in the Maitreya Sect. Not to mention the martial arts of the Maitreya Sect Leader Li Fuda, his three sons and a few Heavenly Masters in the sect were not weaker than him. He was confident that he could escape even if he could not defeat them. Now that Yang Ling was here, he did not dare to take any more risks. If Yang Ling was taken away again, he would have no choice but to commit suicide as an apology.
But Yang Ling did not think much of it. It was not that he was careless. It was just that the twenty bodyguards today were not soldiers from the Inner Sanctum but the Imperial Bodyguards he borrowed from Zhengde. The only people who truly belonged to him were Wu Hanchao and the newly recruited bodyguard, Liu Da Bang Chui.
Although these people's martial arts were not as good as Wu Hanchao's, they were not too far away. The pursuing troops were already close behind. It looked like there were only seven or eight people on horses. How could his twenty people not be able to take care of them? It seemed that receiving the news from Han Lin yesterday and secretly setting up four hundred soldiers at the Li Family Village was making a big fuss over a minor issue.
The twenty Imperial Bodyguards sat calmly on their horses and stared curiously at the approaching troops. These bodyguards were all young talents from various sects and had been serving in the palace since they were very young. Just based on their status as Imperial Bodyguards, who in Jianghu would dare to offend them? Therefore, they were all arrogant and did not pay any attention to the few demons from the Maitreya Sect.
Liu Da Bang Chui was the only one among these bodyguards who used an iron rod. This big bearded man had a body full of brute force. Although his rod techniques were limited to just two moves, they were very useful on the battlefield. Although he was not as good as Wu Hanchao in terms of martial arts skills, once he charged onto the battlefield, Wu Hanchao would not be able to match him in terms of momentum or number of kills.
He nervously licked his thick lips and loudly advised, "Marshal, according to your subordinate, let's go to the Li Family Village. Who cares if they are demons or Tartars? I, Da Bang Chui, am not afraid at all. But with Marshal here, if we really fight, your subordinate's hands and feet will be tied. I have to look after Marshal and fight the demons at the same time. It is very troublesome."
Although this fellow's words were crude, the concern in his words was very obvious. Yang Ling could not help but laugh when he heard this. He thought for a moment and said, "Okay, let's go to the Li Family Village and wait for them."
The Li Family Village was close to Datong. The post road led from the village entrance to the Northern Pass. It was accessible from all directions, so it was quite prosperous. Every year, the horse market for smuggled goods did not dare to stop their cattle, sheep, and horses in the city of Datong. Most of the peddlers would leave their animals here and when they were all purchased, they would all be transported away. Therefore, there was a large restaurant at the entrance of the village.
Although it was called a restaurant, it was just a few wooden shacks that provided tea and food. It was a place for the peddlers to rest and rest. It was surrounded by a fence and a wooden frame without a door panel. It looked very simple and crude. It was currently winter and business was sluggish. The restaurant was only open at the front, and there were no customers inside.
When Yang Ling and his group of more than twenty people arrived, the owner of the restaurant couldn't help but be overjoyed. He hurriedly came up to them and smiled apologetically. "Dear customers, what would you like to order?"
He glanced at them and could tell that these people did not look like ordinary merchants. However, he was just the owner of a small restaurant, the most humble of people. It was enough for him to earn a little money. No one would lower themselves to make things difficult for poor people like him.
Liu Bangchui tied the horse to a pole and quickly took the reins from Yang Ling and shouted, "Boss, what food do you have in your restaurant? Just bring it up. It's good that it's hot. Oh right, also get some wine."
The owner hurriedly said, "Okay, the restaurant has steamed buns, sesame seed cakes, and a big fat pig that was just slaughtered during the New Year. We also have a bowl of mutton soup for all of you. I guarantee that you will feel warm after drinking it."
Mutton soup was what the people of Shanxi called it. It was the whole offal of a pig or sheep, sliced, mixed with pepper, ginger, garlic, salt and other seasonings, and then stewed in a pot. This cold platter with the wine and the shining white mutton soup tasted really good.
The Imperial Bodyguards crowded around Yang Ling and led him into the shed. The shed was surrounded by a thick pile of reeds. The inside was airtight and it was quite warm. Another six Imperial Bodyguards did not need to be told; they just leisurely strolled around the entrance with their sabers in their hands. The warhorses were tied to the side with a slippery buckle that could be pulled open at any time, ready to mount and fight.
The innkeeper took down a large pot and a large pot of braised pig offal and pig offal from the shelf. The weather was cold and there was a layer of white lard on top of the pot. The innkeeper hurriedly shouted to the back, "San 'er's mother, hurry up and heat up the dishes. I say, little bastard, hurry up and get up, the sun is shining! Hurry up and bring out some beans and wheat bran to feed the horses of our guests. "
Yang Ling rubbed his hands together and laughed, "Innkeeper, there is no need to call the horses. We are not far from here, just in Datong City. We still have to rush back in a while, so we can just get something to eat."
The large shed was facing the sun, so when the curtains were lifted, the sun shone directly in. It was warmer than if it was covered up. Yang Ling sat at a table near the door. The sun shone on him, but the shadow of the shed blocked his face, so he could clearly see outside.
There was a thin layer of white snow on the harvested land, and the crop stubble could be vaguely seen. In the distance, the six or seven horses stopped for a while on the path down the White Mountain, as if hesitating to catch up. Yang Ling saw this and could not help but secretly sneer. Yesterday, Han Lin had secretly sent someone to pass on the information he had gathered.
Because of the chaos in Datong City, there were not many merchants from outside. Han Lin had painstakingly built up an intelligence network in Datong City, so it was easy for him to grasp their whereabouts and pass on the information.
Han Lin knew that to assassinate the Emperor was not something that could be accomplished by two or three well-known Jianghu characters. Just to scout and gather information would require a lot of people, so he filtered the information that was presented to him. Those with less than three people, especially women and children, were all eliminated. In the end, only two groups of extremely suspicious people were left.
Yang Hu's group claimed to be fur traders, but they had hurried over with seven or eight stewards and servants on New Year's Eve. They had even provided food and lodging, but they were not in a hurry to stock up and leave. This was very suspicious, so more people were sent to secretly monitor them and quickly pass the information to Yang Ling.
Currently, Datong was like a military camp. Yang Ling also expected that even if there were assassins, there would not be too many of them. As soon as Zhang Yong heard the news, he immediately wanted to take some people to capture them. Whether they were criminals or not, he would first throw them into prison.
The Acting Prince, Hu Zan, Wang Yixiao and the others had already tacitly agreed to the Emperor's meeting with Hua Dang. Moreover, they had a tacit understanding not to pay their respects to the Emperor. They pretended not to know that the Emperor was in Datong. Yang Ling was worried that if he made a big show of arresting people in the city, once the news reached Hu Zan and the others' ears, they might change their minds and come crying to him. Therefore, he decided to use himself as bait to draw the snake out of its hole.
In the distance, the six or seven riders who were circling forward seemed to have come to a decision. Suddenly they galloped over. The Imperial Bodyguards sitting in the shed stood up with their hands on the hilts of their sabers.
"Sit down," Yang Ling calmly said, "Do you think they can just charge into the shed? Prepare the fireworks and rockets, as soon as something happens, summon people immediately. Soldiers catching thieves, there is no need to fight alone! "
Hearing this, the Imperial Bodyguards slowly sat down again, but their hands were still on the hilts of their sabers, watching the outside intently.
Those people came closer, a total of seven riders. Other than one and a half old man, the rest were men in their thirties, as sturdy as tigers. Their hair was tied in a bun and their ribs were equipped with Yanling sabers. Yang Ling's gaze lingered on the seven men's faces for a moment before stopping on a scar-faced man.
This man was Yang Hu. Although he had changed his attire and his facial features, his stature had not changed at all. That disdainful and arrogant temperament was like a crane among a flock of chickens, as if he was the leader of the group.
The two men's eyes met for a moment, and a hint of surprise flashed in Yang Ling's eyes. He had vaguely recognized Yang Hu. The person chasing was actually Yang Hu, not someone from the Maitreya Cult. This greatly exceeded his expectations. Why didn't the Maitreya Cult move, but Yang Hu had chased after them?
It didn't make sense to say that Red Lady was lying to him. After all, he knew the news. Whether it was true or false, he would inevitably be more vigilant. If what Red Lady said was true, how could Yang Hu be so stupid to be used by the Maitreya Cult? Could it be that he hadn't met Red Lady yet and didn't know about this?
The surprise that flashed on Yang Ling's face was thought to be fear in Yang Hu's eyes. A trace of contempt flashed on his face, and he turned his head as if nothing had happened. He said to the boss, "Shopkeeper, cut ten catties of braised beef and a jar of wine. Quickly bring them up." As he spoke, he boldly entered the shed and sat down at a table. He took the saber from his waist and placed it on the table, glaring fiercely at Yang Ling.
The shopkeeper hurriedly brewed a pot of tea and brought it to the table. He took the opportunity to glance at the people around him. Everyone had a gloomy face. A cold and gloomy atmosphere couldn't help but make his heart tighten, and he quickly retreated behind the counter.
Yang Hu didn't even look at him. His eyes were fixed on Yang Ling. He really hated Yang Ling to the bone. Two hundred of his trusted subordinates had died in Yang Ling's hands, and he wanted to take revenge on Yang Ling. Now that his beloved wife had left in a fit of anger because of a disagreement, he also wanted to take revenge on Yang Ling. He wanted to get rid of Yang Ling as soon as possible.
The Maitreya Sect had connections with the upper echelons and knew that the Emperor's incognito was no small matter. If an important official by his side was assassinated, it would be as difficult as ascending to the heavens to touch him. But according to the logic of the Horse Gang, Yang Hu believed that it would be easier to attack the Emperor by cutting off his wings.
He was like a blind man riding a horse blindly in Datong City with a few men. He had no way out. The only way was to send people to take turns keeping an eye on Yang Ling, guarding his home and secretly accompanying him when he traveled between the prince's residence and the courier hostel. That morning, Yang Hu had received news that Yang Ling had disguised himself and left the city. He was overjoyed and immediately led his men to chase after him.
A murderous aura filled the room. Everyone tensed their muscles and stared coldly at each other. A great battle was about to begin. Yang Ling gently raised a teacup and carefully took a sip. He then gently put it down, afraid that if he made any loud noises, it would immediately start a great battle.
The innkeeper, who was good at reading people's words and body language, could see that the situation was not good. He couldn't help but groan inwardly. He quietly pushed away the abacus and began to move backward with light steps. He hid his hand behind his back and quietly touched the curtain.
Yang Hu silently observed for a moment. He realized that there were only about twenty people inside and outside the room. He made a rough estimate of the martial strength of the Inner Guards when they attacked the Yang House outside Gaolao Village that night. He couldn't help but feel relieved.
Now, other than him, there was also the Eagle Claw expert Uncle Huo Wu Shu. If he wanted to kill Yang Ling under the protection of these twenty or so guards, he had at least a seventy percent chance of success. He looked at Uncle Huo Wu Shu, who was sitting across from him. His eyes slightly drooped. He had already decided to act.
The innkeeper had just lifted the curtain when Yang Hu suddenly stood up. All the impatient Inner Guards around him also stood up. There was a horrifying clanging sound of swords being drawn, and for a moment, the room was filled with the glint of swords.
Yang Hu's underlings also suddenly jumped up and overturned a long stool on the ground. Only Uncle Huo remained seated on the stool, as steady as a mountain. However, his hand, which was pressed against the scalding teapot, did not move. The veins on the back of his hand were bulging.
Opposite him, Yang Ling and Wu Hanchao also did not move. Wu Hanchao had one hand on his sword, and the other hand quietly reached for the pouch hanging from his belt. He had already taken out five sharp-edged gold coin darts. On the right, Liu Bangchao had already jumped up, a dark iron rod in his hand.
Yang Hu looked around, then suddenly threw his head back and laughed. His laughter did not stop. Yang Ling suddenly smiled and said, "You must be Brother Yang Hu, right? How have you been since we parted in the capital? "
Yang Hu sneered and said, "Thank you for your concern. I survived a disaster and have always wanted to repay Mr Yang's kindness. It's a pity that the Yang Family's threshold is too high, and Yang can't step in. But now, Sir has actually left the capital. His wishes have come true, and the heavens have eyes."
Yang Ling gently shook his head and sighed. "Originally … we could have been good brothers. You chased me all the way to Datong. Are you determined to rebel? Will you listen to my advice? Put down your sword now, and I can spare your life! "
Yang Hu chuckled and was about to retort when the sound of horse hooves suddenly became urgent. Everyone in the shed suddenly looked out and saw a fast horse galloping towards them from afar. The rider on the horse was half-bent, in line with the horse's body. His appearance could not be clearly seen from afar, but it could be seen that he was dressed in men's clothing in a gray robe. At his waist was an unsheathed sword that occasionally flashed in the sunlight, emitting a dazzling flash.
In a short while, the horse arrived in front of the door. The rider lifted the reins, and the healthy horse neighed and stood up, kicking the snow in front of it into the air. Before his front foot even touched the ground, the rider had already landed lightly on the ground and strode in.
The two sides were at daggers drawn, and it was unclear whether the newcomer was friend or foe. They both stared at him without saying a word. This person had a jade-like face, sword-like eyebrows, a jade-like nose, and a thin mouth. She looked very heroic. Although she was dressed like a handsome young man, Yang Ling and Yang Hu could see through her extremely simple disguise. Yang Hu said happily, "Wife, you've come at the right time. Join forces with your husband and kill Yang Ling to avenge our brothers!"
Huo Wuye's five fingers tightened around the pot of boiling water. He had originally planned to throw it at Yang Ling, but this time he also stood up in pleasant surprise and said, "Ying 'er? My dear niece, you've made Fifth Uncle worried to death. Quickly come over, Yang Ling only brought twenty imperial bodyguards. If we, uncle and niece, join forces, we can easily kill him! "
Cui Ying 'er's pretty face was fierce as she said, "Fifth Uncle, our main target is the Maitreya Cult. If we want to take revenge, it's like a dog using a thorn to stab a stinger, there's nowhere to start. If we want to rule the country for the common people, we don't have that ability. If we really harm the Emperor and Yang Ling, it will be exactly what the Maitreya Cult wants. If the Tartars outside the Great Wall take advantage of the situation to break into the Great Wall, won't we have to bear the infamy of several lifetimes? "
Her limpid eyes glanced at Yang Ling. She cupped her fists toward the crowd and said, "Brothers, you have my Cui family's old stockade's men and horses, you have my husband's brothers from the Flying Tiger Stream. Cui Ying 'er and all the brothers will advance and retreat together, will we ever be afraid? Even that Imperial Envoy Daren … "
She cast a sidelong glance at Yang Ling, and proudly said, "I also caught him with my own hands, and let him escape safely from the encirclement of a hundred-thousand-strong army. Ying 'er is not a person who is afraid of trouble, but we Jianghu people pay particular attention to injustice, debt to debtor. Yang House is a fat sheep, we are the kidnappers, whether we can succeed or not depends on our own ability. I have never heard that the kidnappers failed, treating the fat sheep as their enemy, that is because our skill is not good enough.
But if we were fooled into kidnapping people, we fell into other people's trick to drive the tiger to control the tiger, do you think this enmity should not be avenged? Right now it's obvious that the Maitreya Cult wants to deal with Yang Ling. Our stronghold has just been uprooted by the officers and soldiers, yet we are running to other people's horse pawns, doing stupid things that other people lead the donkey and we pull it out, is that justifiable? "
She glared at Yang Hu discontentedly and said, "You guys left the city one after the other, and I followed you out. I don't mean anything else, I don't agree to kill Yang Ling, just because of the big flag of our stronghold that says' justice for the heavens'! I've already said what needs to be said, brothers who agree with me, please come forward! "
The people of the Cui family's stronghold looked at each other in dismay. They were all expert bandits of the younger generation, and in their eyes, Miss Cui's appeal was far beyond that of Uncle Huo, who was already past his prime. After hearing Cui Ying 'er's cold words, they couldn't help but slowly put down the sabers in their hands, and hesitantly walked towards Cui Ying' er.
Yang Hu was so angry that his lungs were about to explode. He glared at her and shouted, "Cui Ying 'er, are you crazy? Are you my wife or Yang Ling's wife? How dare you help an outsider? Not only did you not help me, but you also pulled your brothers away. Is this the duty of a wife? Fine, fine, fine! "
He was so angry that he laughed and said, "I've been tolerating you and giving way to you, not because I'm afraid of you, but because you really think you're Yang Chuhu. When we get back to the stronghold, I'm going to invite all the leaders of the various mountains and ridges, and I'm going to interrogate my father-in-law face to face about the good daughter he taught!"
Uncle Huo also felt a little embarrassed. Although he loved Cui Ying 'er, a married girl was like water that had been poured out. How could a wife go against her husband? Wasn't that disgraceful? Besides, when he came here, the old master had instructed him to suppress Cui Ying 'er and not allow her to interfere in Yang Hu's affairs.
Uncle Huo said sternly, "You bastards, what did the old master say when he sent you out? You'll listen to the young master's arrangements, and now you're messing around with Ying 'er? Yang Ling has a lot of guards coming in and out of the stronghold. Other than today, where else would there be such a good opportunity? Listen to me, get your weapons together and get rid of his surname Yang. Otherwise, you all know the mountain rules of Boss Cui. "
The few experts of the Cui family stronghold looked at each other and were in a dilemma. For a moment, they didn't know who to listen to. Cui Ying 'er's pretty face turned pale and said, "Uncle Huo, Yang Hu is blinded by greed. Why are you still supporting him?"
Uncle Huo snorted heavily and said, "Ying 'er, don't blame Uncle Huo for scolding you. You're making a big scene now. If outsiders hear it, they'll laugh. We, the people of the stronghold, are actually helping the soldiers. How are you going to let your father and your man have a foothold in the Green Forest in the future?"
Seeing this scene, Liu Bangchao couldn't help but be amused. He beamed and said, "Good, this is called understanding the principle of righteousness. That … that Hong Fu Ran in the Night, hmm, hmm, she doesn't look like a woman. Otherwise, if he, a leader of the Horse Gang, doesn't want such a sensible woman, he can just leave her. If she follows our Marshal, she'll have a good life!"
Cui Ying 'er listened to his nonsense and was so angry that her pretty face turned red. With a flick of her wrist, an iron caltrop suddenly flew towards Liu Bangchao's big mouth. Wu Hanchao was already prepared and met it with a copper coin. With a "ding" sound, the two iron weapons were knocked to the side.
Liu Bangchao jumped in fright and cursed, "Damn it, bandits will always be bandits. They change their attitude faster than flipping a book!"
Wu Hanchao sneered and said, "He's a boorish man. Why should Madame Yang bother with him? Does Master Yang want to take advantage of us having fewer people? I'm sorry, but to tell you the truth, with just the few of us, you won't necessarily be able to win. Not to mention, this Fifth Uncle is right. Our Daren's bodyguards are as numerous as the clouds. How can we only have this few people? "
Yang Hu, Huo Wu Shu, Red Madame and the others were startled at first, but then they came back to their senses. Their faces couldn't help but change greatly. A palace expert at the door smiled faintly. Seeing Wu Hanchao giving him a meaningful look, he immediately flipped his wrist and a dart flew straight up. The sound of the whistle spread far away. In a short moment, hundreds of bandits armed with swords and arrows swarmed out from the small alleys on both sides of the village, surrounding the hut.
Several bandits took out long black iron ropes from their waists and threw them onto the roof of the hut. 'Boom!' the entire hut was torn apart. Fortunately, there was no dust on the roof, only snow. The people inside the hut brandished their weapons and struck the roof, smashing the thin wooden planks into pieces. Only a layer of snow fell on their bodies.
With Liu Bangchao's eight feet long iron rod, naturally Yang Ling was not in any danger. In a short moment, the entire hut disappeared, everyone was exposed to the broad daylight. From all directions, numerous sharp arrows were aimed at them.
Wu Hanchao and Liu Bangchao stood in front of Yang Ling to protect him. They slowly retreated. The Imperial Bodyguards also retreated at the same time. Yang Ling retreated into the crowd. In a loud voice he called out, "Red Madame, because of what you said just now, this official will give you one more chance. Assassinating the Emperor, assassinating the Emperor, assassinating a high-ranking minister, these are all treason crimes, punishable by death! But as long as you throw down your swords and surrender now, this official will guarantee that you will not die! "
Red Madame took a deep breath and stubbornly glanced at him. She raised the saber in her hand and said in a clear voice, "Mr Yang, I advised Xianggong to turn back because I don't want to be used by others. We, the heroes of Bazhou, do not have the knees to kneel and surrender to the soldiers. Cui Ying 'er, Xianggong, and all the brothers of the stronghold will live and die together. Even if ten thousand arrows pierced my heart, I will not frown. I appreciate your kindness!"
Yang Hu laughed heartily and said, "Good, I am Yang Hu's wife! Brothers, grab your weapons and use the wooden planks as shields. Let's charge out. If we can't seize the horse, we'll retreat to Fang Mountain! "
The bandits hastily flipped over the tables and smashed wooden planks to form simple shields. They formed a circle to protect the surroundings. The creaking sound of bowstrings could be heard. The bandits' bows and arrows were already pulled to a full moon.
Wu Hanchao looked at Yang Ling and asked, "Daren?"
Yang Ling fixed his gaze on Cui Ying 'er. Turning a woman into a hedgehog? His heart was slightly moved. He said, "Yang Hu, Cui Ying 'er, you should be able to see that you can't escape today. Even if you are skilled in martial arts, can you kill all four hundred of my Iron Guards? Why don't you quickly throw down your weapons and surrender? "
Yang Hu, Cui Ying 'er, and the others were all arrogant and unruly bandits who were not afraid of death. They only sneered and hid behind their shields without saying a word. Yang Ling gritted his teeth. Just as he was about to give the order to release the arrows, a series of beast-like roars suddenly rose and fell. Yang Ling couldn't help but be stunned.
Following the sound, he looked towards the direction of the sound. On the white snow slope that extended from the villa to the top of Fang Mountain, a troop was like a wild beast galloping on the Wilderness. Other than the thunderous sound of iron hooves hitting the Wilderness, there was also the constant strange cries of the riders on the horses.
Although they couldn't see those people's attire clearly from afar, just by hearing the strange cries, Yang Ling, the soldiers, and the Horse Gang, who had seen the Tatar army before, all knew that this was a group of Tatar soldiers who had appeared out of nowhere. They had come to rob the villa.
Soldiers killing bandits, bandits killing soldiers, it was a matter of course. They were old enemies that could not be resolved. However, they encountered a rare and strange situation: this group of Tatar soldiers who came to rob the villa, were they killing officials or bandits? How could they distinguish between these two groups of Han people? This group of Tatar soldiers probably had more than a thousand people. If they fought with the Horse Gang now, the Tatar soldiers who were as fast as lightning would be able to kill them. What should they do then?
Yang Ling and Yang Hu, who had the confidence to kill bandits and those who had the confidence to escape, were dumbfounded. Cooperate with each other? Was it possible? The two of them looked at each other. In their eyes, they could only see suspicion, hatred, and distrust.
The earth trembled slightly. The common people in the village were already crying and screaming. Like a swarm of locusts, the Tatar soldiers were rushing over.
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