"Where did the wild dogs come from and how dare they bark wildly in our territory of Chu?" Wu Nian jumped off his horse without any hesitation, strode towards the Mongolian nobleman, and shouted loudly.

Long Qie's eyes bloomed with astonishing murderous intent. He turned around and motioned to Zhang Jin to take care of the team's baggage. He took twenty people with him and followed Wu Nian.

He had a grudge against the Meng Yuan people to destroy his family.

Not to mention that this old man was really pitiful. Even without this old man, he would have wanted to kill the Meng Yuan people when he saw them walking under the sun.

After Wei Ru, who was in the carriage, saw this scene, a look of surprise appeared in his beautiful eyes. "We still have bloody men in Liaodong. I just don't know if they are strong enough."

"Looking at his strong waist and strong back, and a large number of people following behind him, he must be capable."

"It's just that the Meng Yuan people are fierce, and ordinary people are no match for them."

Wei Ru muttered to himself.

The little maid next to her exhaled immediately and patted her chest with a look of joy. It was great, someone was minding their own business.

This way the lady won't get into trouble.

At this moment, the little maid's heart tightened.

"Wang Yong." Wei Ru stuck his head out of the carriage, stretched out his hand and hooked his little finger at a strong cavalry man in the team.

"What are your orders, Miss?" A cavalryman named Wang Yong immediately rode up to the side of the carriage, dismounted, and saluted respectfully.

Wei Changqing's soldiers are very capable. Although Wang Yong is a bit inconspicuous, he has fought against the Meng Yuan people and is very fierce.

"Keep an eye on it. It's rare to see such a bloody man. Don't let him die."

Wei Ru turned around and glanced at Wu Nian's back with an appreciative look on his face.

"Don't worry, Miss. As long as we are here, he will not die." Wang Yong said with a cold smile on his face.

Mongolian people.

Wei Changqing has been fighting against the Meng Yuan people for many years, and their troops have been fighting for many years. Their soldiers have been replaced one after another.

His eldest brother died at the hands of the Meng Yuan people, and he also had a cousin and two brothers.

This blood debt can only be repaid with blood.

As for Wu Nian.

He would help any Han people who were enemies of the Mongolian people.

Wu Nian naturally didn't know that someone secretly wanted to protect him from death.

That's the way he is as a person, and he can't stand the most unjust things.

Not to mention that the person who bullied this old man was a Mongolian, even if he was a local ruffian, Wu Nian would help him if he bullied an old man in his seventies or eighties.

"Are you looking for death?" The Meng Yuan noble could speak awkward Liaodong Chinese, so he could naturally understand the meaning of Wu Nian's barking. His expression suddenly changed, and the whip was about to fall on the old man.

, stopped suddenly, his face turned red, and he opened his eyes and glared at Wu Nian.

More than ten Meng Yuan people under his command each pulled out the steel swords from their waists, strode forward, surrounded the Meng Yuan nobles, and confronted Wu Nian and others.

"You actually understand what barking means. It seems that you have some ink." Wu Nian was a little surprised, and then a deep look flashed in his eyes.

That's right.

The Mongolian people emerged from the white water and black mountains. They originally lived like savages. When food was in short supply, they would exile their elderly parents.

But that has changed now.

They are proud of themselves.

There are Han people teaching them writing and Chinese knowledge.

Give the Mongols time, they will absorb the essence sooner or later, and then replace them with the Han people.

The Meng Yuan people should be destroyed.

"It's just that if you want to fight, let's fight. Why talk so much nonsense?" As Wu Nian spoke, he performed an extremely impressive sword-drawing technique.

With a "click", the steel knife at his waist was unsheathed. Before anyone could react, the steel knife in Wu Nian's hand turned into a frost-white crescent moon and easily cut off the heads of the Meng Yuan nobles.

At the same time as the head rolled down, a stream of blood spurted out from the neck of the Mongolian nobleman. After shaking for a while, he fell forward and fell to the ground, twitched for a moment, and then became completely motionless.

This knife caught everyone except Wu Nian's people by surprise.

To be precise, Long Qie and his gang are not Wu Nian's subordinates, they are allies.

But after following Wu Nian for a while, everyone understands Wu Nian's character and temper. This Mr. Wu is really a happy man, he can do things but doesn't speak.

Just kill a few Mongolians.

What?

Are we still going to keep arguing with the Mongolians?

But others are different.

Although this Dongyuan City belongs to the Chu State, it is actually a two-man area. And the Mongolian and Yuan people's army is in the north. Who dares to really kill a Mongolian Yuan here?

What if this Mongolian man happens to have status and status?

As for this Meng Yuan man, one could tell at a glance that he was a Mongolian noble.

Cutting off with one knife is satisfying, but it will cause endless troubles.

No normal person should do it.

The bustling crowd in front of the city gate suddenly stopped, and everyone was stunned.

Including Wei Ru, who looked over to see what was going on, and Wang Yong, who claimed to protect Wu Nian from death.

And all the sword-carrying followers around the Mongolian nobles.

"Strong man, you have caused a big trouble, run away." The old man was also stunned, moved and frightened, and hurriedly shouted to Wu Nian.

He had half of his foot in the coffin, and it would be a shame to die.

And Wu Nian was still young, and his days were still long. Besides, wouldn't it be a pity for such a strong man to die in such a small place?

At this moment, the country is in crisis.

A true man should serve his country by joining the army.

What a pity. What a pity.

"Run? Even if you want to run, let's kill him first." Wu Nian laughed ferociously, and when the Meng Yuan followers on the opposite side were stunned, he stabbed a Meng Yuan man in the chest with the steel knife in his hand.

With a "Pfft" sound, the Meng Yuan man was indeed stunned and did not react at all. The steel knife in Wu Nian's hand pierced his chest and came out from behind. Wu Nian flew up and kicked the man in the abdomen.

, he took advantage of the situation and pulled out the steel knife in his hand, and attacked another Meng Yuan man.

"Stand shoulder to shoulder, kill the few with more, and cover each other." While Wu Nian fought decisively, he also did not forget to remind Long Qie and others.

He had experience with the Meng Yuan warriors, and they were indeed very powerful. I don't know if these people were warriors, but they definitely had their own merits.

Now it's not a martial arts competition, it's about killing people and taking lives. There is no need to talk about martial ethics.

Two against one, three against one.

Just kill him quickly.

"Kill!!!" When Long Qie saw Wu Nian taking action, he also pounced on a Meng Yuan man and beheaded him in the blink of an eye.

The two brothers killed three people, leaving only eight of the twelve Mongolian followers. Wu Nian, Long Qie and others had more than twenty people.

Together with the two generals Wu Nian and Long Qie, they killed all the Mongolian people in the blink of an eye.

"It's great." Wu Nian laughed loudly, then took out a ten-ounce silver ingot from his arms, held it in his palm without letting others see it, and secretly stuffed it into the old man's arms. Then he helped him up and said

: "Old man, please run away for your life."

This incident was completely contrary to Wu Nian's plan.

Before going out, I told myself not to cause trouble and to be good.

A stream of blood came up, which made me feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

What has happened is that there is no need to regret it. But the next thing will be difficult to handle. I don’t know what the status of this Mongolian nobleman is and what trouble he will cause.

The trouble was caused by oneself, so it's just a matter of shouldering it. This old man is innocent, so run away for your life.
Chapter completed!