The journey was safe and sound, Zhao Xiaobing was a little puzzled. Where would they do it? Nanzheng? Nanzheng was well-defended, it was impossible, Fengzhou? It was impossible.

The biggest probability is that from the Liangdang to Chengzhou, the mountains here are steep, the valleys are narrow and far away from Fengzhou.

Could it be that Xifan would attack the location where he intercepted him that year?

It is customary to think that a person will not step into the same river twice.

Perhaps the enemy is going to take action there, catch him off guard, and make him unable to defend himself.

In the evening, Zhao Xiaobing and others planned again to review the shortcomings and asked Feng No. 2 Middle School to arrange the family vehicles to protect the left and right.

He asked the guard company to send people to Liangdang to contact the garrison to respond tomorrow morning.

Taking Wang Sixian's family made him more vigilant than eight times, and he dared not make any mistakes.

It was late at night, and Zhao Xiaobing personally baked the bullets in preparation.

The next morning, I continued to rush forward. The search team in front searched more and more carefully. The team was moving very slowly. The two teams were about a mile apart and maintained a safe distance.

It was not until noon that he entered the last dangerous canyon and walked about two miles. Zhao Xiaobing felt inexplicably irritated. He had a premonition that something was going to happen and told Deng'an to be careful.

After a while, he heard a clang of bowls, and several killers wearing yellow shirts and cockscomb hats flew down from an extremely high cliff.

Two soldiers walking in front were immediately killed in the air.

The Huangshan Army did not bother with the soldiers at all, and rushed straight to the carriage. Yujiao's mother in front of her sneak attack did not succeed, so she rushed out of the carriage to fight. Feng Er Middle School and the others quickly posted it on.

Zhao Xiaobing counted, there were seven people in the immortal Banban, which was equivalent to a small team, and Xifan was really willing to leave the book.

The two sides had strangled together, and the guard company immediately dispersed in platoons. The two platoons quickly stepped forward to form crossfire to find an opportunity to kill the enemy, while the other two platoons protected their family cars in the middle.

Zhao Xiaobing took the five or six styles handed over by Deng'an, quickly checked, changed to continuous firing, and pushed the bomb and loaded it in one go.

He immediately stepped forward to find the sniper position.

The people on both sides were already hard to distinguish, and it was impossible to tell that Yujiao's mother was quite powerful.

But he felt that the Yellow-Shirted Army was even better, and eleven people here did not gain the upper hand in the fight against seven.

Zhao Xiaobing was watching, suddenly heard Yu Jiao Niang shouting, and immediately saw her step back with a scattered pace.

Zhao Xiaobing kept aiming, and saw that the man in yellow clothes opposite her was completely exposed to the muzzle, and immediately pulled the trigger, "Bang, bang." Two gunshots came out in succession, and a bloody hole appeared in the killer's chest and fell down reluctantly.

Then, the remaining six killers were panicked and did not expect that their opponent would have such advanced hidden weapons, and they would kill them by guns, and their attack formation immediately became chaotic.

Feng Er Middle School seized the opportunity and suddenly jumped up in the air. The long sword in his hand directly stabbed a yellow shirt that could not be retreated by the carriage, killing him with one blow.

Chen Wanglong was young and vigorous, and fought alone with an old man in yellow shirt holding a golden bowl. He was originally at a disadvantage, but now their camp has lost two generals in a row, and he is also impatient, so he actually made Wanglong draw.

Later, a whistle was heard from the Yellow-Shirted Army and began to retreat in an orderly manner.

The golden bowl and yellow shirt slapped out a palm with his right hand, and suddenly took over Wanglong's iron fist, pushing the young man out of five steps, trying to take the opportunity to escape.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Xiaobing had already aimed at him. To capture the thief, the king first.

However, this old man has both offense and defense, and has always protected his head with a golden bowl and fought with Wanglong, which makes him unable to start.

At this time, there was no one around Jinbo Huangshan. He was retracting his arms to stop the work. Zhao Xiaobing seized the opportunity and aimed at Jinbo Huangshan's chest with another "papapapapapa", giving him an extra bullet.

After three shots, the golden bowl and yellow shirt stood there on the spot without any movement. He slowly lowered his left hand and threw away the golden bowl in his hand. Seeing that he stood still, the other four yellow shirts immediately returned to help and came to support the golden bowl and yellow shirt.

At this time, the cross firepower of the guard company covered them, and only the sound of gunfire and arrows could be heard. Several yellow shirts were all sieve and immediately looked like hedgehog again.

When Feng No. 2 Middle School saw Zhao Xiaobing, he ran over and asked what weapon it was, so fierce and powerful?

He pointed to the guy in the hands of the warrior and said, "Must gun, also known as rifles, are weapons used by infantry."

Zhao Xiaobing said as he ran over to help Yujiao's mother up, and asked her where she was injured.

The woman's face turned red and said it was okay, let Jiaoer come.

In desperation, Zhao Xiaobing forgot that there was a difference between men and women, but it was still mother-in-law, so he felt a little out of control. He hurriedly called Wang Yujiao, she had already run over and caught her mother with the maid.

Zhao Xiaobing immediately called for him to be sent to the carriage first, and asked the medical staff to go and see it quickly.

After this battle, one of Yujiao's personal guards died and two were injured. Two of Feng No. 2 Middle School's junior brothers were injured, and two soldiers were killed, seven or eight injured.

These Western Fan people have good martial arts skills.

This kind of face-to-face close connection makes people truly understand what yin and yang separation is, it is a matter of a moment, which is very shocking.

The soldiers had cleaned the battlefield. He asked Deng'an to retrieve all the bullet shells. Now he has only used recharges. He still doesn't know when Luocheng can make real bullets.

Feng Er Middle School asked someone to search the body of Huangshanjun, and only collected some strange pills. The soldiers stacked the golden bowls, silver bowls and copper bowls together, and dragged the corpse to continue moving forward.

Less than two miles away, I saw people coming from Hechi. There were snipers attacks by the Yellow-Shirted Army. Five killed two of them at the scene, and one was seriously injured and still died, but nearly twenty people were injured. No wonder they had not come here for a long time.

This shows the importance of practicing martial arts in the cold weapon era.

When everyone arrived at the county town, Zhao Xiaobing asked to treat the wounded quickly and asked Yujiao again, where was her mother injured? Is it serious?

Yujiao said that the injury was on the waist, but fortunately it was just a skin injury.

Zhao Xiaobing fell to the ground in his heart and asked her to pay attention to see if the wound was poisoned.

This time, when I encountered an enemy team of more than twelve people, it was really omnipresent. It seemed that there were loopholes in any insurance defense. You have me and I have you.

After a night of rest, everyone will continue to move forward.

We arrived in Fengzhou at noon, and Feng No. 2 Middle School and the others were about to break up and return to Guanzhong.

This time, the Huashan School helped a lot. Zhao Xiaobing invited several senior brothers to the prefecture. The second middle school senior brother drank Luo Cheng Yuye and praised him.

Zhao Xiaobing told him that it was brewed by his own wine and would give it to Huashan in the future, asking Deng'an to give each master a thousand guan of money for money.

The second middle school senior brother was not polite, and he said goodbye to both sides and left.

Zhao Xiaobing went back to see Yujiao's mother. Yujiao said with a serious expression that the wound was not poisonous. Although it was shallow, it was nearly two inches long. Fortunately, Dean Miao dealt with it himself, so there should not be too much trace left. He felt a little relaxed when he heard it.
Chapter completed!