"ah……"

The little woman screamed and hurriedly got up to lift her pants.

Dazhu'er didn't mean to take a peek. He turned his head and looked at the young man shivering on the ground with his head in his hands. He turned his head and spat on the back of his head, "Ah... you're really embarrassing us."

The old man’s face is gone!”

He picked up the knife, called to the other brothers who had tied the heads, turned around and went out in a big way.

The young man lying on the ground suddenly clenched his fists and hammered the ground like crazy.

The little woman looked at him worriedly and called in a low voice: "Master..."

She didn't blame him.

His pen-wielding scholar has never held a knife in his life, but each of those northern barbarians has a knife, and there are many of them. What can he do?

The young man suddenly got up from the ground, picked up a Northern Barbarian scimitar from the ground with blood-red eyes, and ran out of the door desperately.

…

"Ula..."

On a long street that was not very spacious, a dozen Northern Barbarian cavalry screamed strangely and slapped the horse's buttocks with their scimitars, and excitedly rushed towards Li Zheng.

Behind Li Zheng, more than twenty members of the White Tiger Hall were surrounding and killing seven or eight isolated Northern Barbarian cavalry.

There was no clear division of labor between those who beheaded horses and those who beheaded men, but the tacit cooperation firmly surrounded the seven or eight Northern Barbarian cavalry on war horses.

When you poke it with a bright knife, it turns bright red when you pull it out.

"Hahaha……"

Li Zheng stood alone in front of these dozen Northern Barbarian cavalry, laughing louder than their strange screams.

After the dozen Northern Barbarian cavalry rushed within two feet in front of him, he jumped up dragging his sword on the door panel and slammed into the dozen Northern Barbarian cavalry like a cannonball.

The sword flashed.

A large door panel knife weighing seventy or eighty kilograms was like a lamp grass in Li Zheng's hand.

Kill everyone to death.

Cut down the horse and lie down.

In just a dozen snaps of his fingers, a dozen or so screaming Northern Barbarian cavalry turned into a mass of corpses.

"It feels so damn good!"

Li Zheng shook off the blood beads on his knife and shouted with an intoxicated look on his face.

…

"Ula, Ula, Ula..."

The mule stood on the empty long street, imitating the strange calls of the Northern Barbarians, and provoking dozens of Northern Barbarian cavalry at the other end of the long street.

"Ula!"

Dozens of Northern Barbarian cavalrymen at the other end of the long street were furious, yelling strangely and charging towards the mule.

The mule turned and ran away.

As soon as he escaped, the dozens of Northern Barbarian cavalry chased him with increasing vigor.

He didn't even notice that there was a hemp rope as thick as an arm on the ground.

Those are the trackers at Nancheng Wharf. They use strong ropes to pull merchant ships. It would take several cuts to cut them off, let alone break them.

Dozens of Northern Barbarian cavalry rushed to the rope in the blink of an eye.

"Buzz."

The rope suddenly stretched straight.

The horse rushing at the front was tripped by this hemp rope without any suspense.

Then came the second and third.

The Northern Barbarian cavalry behind them were tripped again by their companions in front.

Dozens of Northern Barbarian cavalry formed neatly and closely, and were as powerful as thunder. In an instant, they turned into a gourd rolling on the ground.

The mule turned around, pulled out a one-foot-long short knife from his waist, and rushed forward.

Nearly a hundred Qinglongtang people also poured out of the alleys on both sides.

Most of the people in Qinglong Hall had followed the previous groups of family members to evacuate Jintian Mansion in advance, and there were only a few people left, so Luo Zi did not choose to divide his troops.

Nearly a hundred people rushed in front of dozens of northern barbarians who were pinned down by war horses. They picked up their knives and hacked at them indiscriminately.

By the time the mules rushed over, there was no one left alive.

"Bah, a bunch of brainless idiots!"

The mule spat on the face of a Northern barbarian cavalryman who was still staring at death.

…

Zhang Chu squatted in front of a twitching war horse, chopped off a leg of the horse with a knife, and peeled off the horse's skin in twos and twos.

He stood up, brought the still warm horse leg to his mouth, bit off a piece of muscle, and chewed it.

Very fishy.

A mouthful of rust.

But after the initial fishy smell passed, the umami flavor came out, with a hint of sweetness.

If you can sprinkle some more black pepper and sea salt, the flavor will be no worse than the Italian mature steak.

"tasty."

Zhang Chu commented in his heart, picked up Jingyun and walked slowly towards the direction where the sound of horse hooves was the loudest.

Behind him, the broken black wolf-headed battle flag, and the mangled human and horse corpses spread across the entire long street.

…

There were many Northern Barbarian cavalry entering the city.

I'm afraid it won't be less than seven or eight thousand.

But compared to the huge Jintian Mansion, which can accommodate hundreds of thousands of people, these seven or eight thousand Northern Barbarian cavalry are completely worth mentioning.

After they entered the city, they scattered in all directions and started killing, with the intention of massacring the city.

Because in their minds, from the moment they stepped into this city, they had already occupied this city!

Resist?

nonexistent!

Although they have known for a long time that there are still 4,000 city guards in this city!

But so what?

Even the Zhenbei Army collapsed under their frontal impact!

What else can Xuanbei Prefecture do to resist them?
Chapter completed!