Yang Zhi was so scared that he stepped forward and stretched out his hands to block Jia Liu. Zu Yingyuan and his friends also changed their faces and went to get weapons one after another.

But it was too late, and dozens of horses rushed towards them in the valley to the north!

However, these horse knights did not shoot arrows again, nor did they ride horses to hit the Han army's Zhenglan Banners, but just circle around them and then stop.

"Who is the Japanese Six!"

A very young-looking Eight Banners of Manchuria pointed contemptuously at the Han army's Zhenglan Banner who was surrounded by them with a horse whip.

"I am."

Jia Liu looked at the flag full of flags, then looked at the arrow branch that had just been pulled from the ground, and handed the arrow branch directly to the flag full of flag.

"Is this arrow yours?"

"Hmph, remember, my servants are also the masters of your Han army! This time, for the sake of the team leader, I will shoot you with one arrow next time!"

The flag was filled with reins, and the whip was gone.

"drive!"

"Driving!"

Dozens of Manchu and Mongolian children followed closely behind that man, including Hong Chengchou's great-grandson Hong Jiadebiao who was carried into the Manchu Zhenghuang Banner.

As the sound of hoofs faded away, countless hoof prints appeared on the valley, as well as countless bones of Dashun soldiers who were stirred out of the snow.

"Young Master?"

Yang Zhi looked at him blankly, knowing that it was someone who came to warn the young master, who asked the young master to do those lacking... moral things.

"It's okay, let's go hunting!"

Jia Liu didn't take this matter in his heart at all, but there was a smile on his face.

But after getting on the horse, he turned his head and looked at the children of Manchu and Mongolian who were leaving. The smile on his face froze and finally disappeared gradually.
Chapter completed!