C94 Ambushing Red Jujube Village

The battle had finally begun. Ye Qingcheng listened to Fu Ting's suggestion and suggested to the manor lord to attack first. He also requested that the fifty martial masters lead a few martial masters to attack the main cavalry forces stationed in the northern region of the Red Jujube Village.

Before they set off, Fu Ting also sent them off, but he was no longer as carefree as before. "Remember to wipe them all out. If you run away, you won't be able to keep a single wheat you're harvesting."

"I know." Ye Qingcheng stood by the horse's side and agreed: "You have said it countless times. You have to protect yourself and prevent yourself from being shot by arrows. If you are injured, you are not allowed to bandage your wounds."

"And..."

He continued to say: "No matter what, you must come back alive." Ye Qingcheng looked at his flushed face: "Zhizhi, we have more than fifty people, and the Grand Cavalry only has twenty. The truth was... It is truly terrifying." Killing his way through an even more dangerous battlefield was nothing at all.

"Qingcheng..." The Talisman Pavilion Leader licked his lips. "Do not show any mercy to your enemies. Do you remember that?"

Ye Qingcheng paused slightly. Enemies? He sighed and held his face. His palm felt the hot temperature on his face: "Remember."

"You are still soft-hearted!" The two of them were already connected mentally. How could Fu Ting not see the trace of hesitation in Ye Qingcheng's heart? "The righteous people are as fierce as wolves and tigers. If you let them live today, thousands of Great Zhou people will be slaughtered in the future. You must distinguish the righteous from the righteous!"

If the wounded soldiers were dragged to the pavilion, would you be able to kill them? Ye Qingcheng wanted to ask this question, but in the end, he endured it: "Kill them all, I understand." The faint pain hidden in his chest clearly tightened: "They are all waiting for me, should I leave?"

"Go on then." Fu Ting handed over the reins. "I'll wait for you with the branded pancakes."

Ye Qingcheng was in a very bad mood along the way. It was his own free will to attack his compatriots. He had to make a move. He had to use this surprise attack to contact his master, and also use this chance to understand his father's attitude. The current situation of the Great Zheng Country.

Based on his understanding of his father, it was impossible for the troops he sent to camp to use his direct bloodline. He would not transfer the military forces of the First, Second, and Third Princes. The fate of the Grand Marshal was unknown, and Ji Cheng's former subordinates would definitely be ostracized. In order to protect Ji Cheng's faction, the Imperial Advisor, Qii Liufeng, would also recommend that the old troops be stationed in an unimportant place.

However, if it was really the old forces, and they did not leave anyone alive, Ye Qingcheng would feel uncomfortable from head to toe when he thought of this.

The sky was already dark, and the night gradually shrouded the sky. The Red Date Village was right in front of them, and the twenty plus soldiers of the court gathered in the courtyard of a large family were not prepared at all. Even the soldiers guarding the courtyard leaned against the wall, holding wine bottles and gulping down wine.

The Great Zhou Army did not exist in this line of defense. This was a solid fact, and the Great Zheng Cavalry Army did not need to be on guard at all. The sole purpose of the cavalry stationed there was to wait for the wheat to be harvested and returned to the warehouse. Then, they would snatch it. It was that simple.

"Twelve Young Masters?" The martial master beside him could no longer hold it in. "The sky has turned dark."

He took a deep breath and said, "We will advance according to our deployment. Leave the guards behind to guard the cell. No one is allowed to leave alive."

"Yes, this lowly one understands!"

The war cavalry that was pulling up and down flipped over, nocked an arrow, and shot at the drunk guards. Damn it, this kind of irresponsible soldier really deserves to die!

The silver spear pointed at the target, "Kill!" Suddenly, sounds of killing rang out. Over fifty Zhuangding soldiers followed Ye Qingcheng into the courtyard. The swords and swords clashed, and blood splashed everywhere. Human lives were no longer lost.

The Twelve Young Masters, who were in the lead, rushed into the courtyard. The silver spear was like an unstoppable rainbow. The soldiers who were in a hurry to accept the challenge did not take a close look at the battle. They would fight again after they got on the horses. Naturally, there would be people who came up to take the hit.

They fought and entered the courtyard. There was only one horse in the courtyard. The general on horseback was the former deputy general: "You - - you really surrendered to the enemy?" Fortunately, the Zhuang family did not understand the righteous words. In the chaotic battle, no one paid attention to a barbarian's nonsense.

Ye Qingcheng, who was hiding evil in his heart, didn't dare to let him speak any further. He waved his silver spear and stabbed forward: "Thief, give me your life." At the same time, he shouted: "Your grandfather is the twelve young masters of the Ye Clan. Today, I will take your life so that you will understand."

As the two riders crossed paths, Ye Qingcheng suddenly suppressed his voice: "Walk from the right." He revealed a flaw and slammed his spear into the horse's butt: "Shoot me!" The horse screamed in pain. The deputy quickly pulled the reins to the right. His four hooves sped away.

Ye Qingcheng was well aware of the number of soldiers he had deployed. The people guarding the back door were still weak and could work together to deal with the fleeing cavalry. It was impossible to take him down.

"Don't let the barbarians escape!" Ye Qingcheng pretended to shout and turned to the martial master next to him: "Follow me and chase after them."

The deputy in front heard the sound of hooves behind him. He nocked an arrow and shot out three arrows at the same time, splitting into three directions to attack. Ye Qingcheng waved his silver spear to block the two arrows. He bent his body and dodged the arrow, allowing it to overtake him.

"Awoo!" The master behind him screamed at the same time. The corners of Ye Qingcheng's mouth twitched as he bit his lower lip and continued to chase.

The deputy understood the general's intention and shot another arrow. However, this time, he only shot one arrow, so his strength was much weaker.

Ye Qingcheng slightly turned around, and under everyone's gaze, he used his left arm to receive the arrow. "Scoundrel, I, the Twelve Young Masters, will definitely take you down today." Carrying the arrow on his back, he clamped his legs together and his horse neighed as it chased after him again.

The deputy general's horse arrived at the back door. He swung his broadsword and chopped down two Zhuangzis. He did not dare to linger in the battle and rode his horse in the direction of the Liu Province.

Ye Qingcheng chased after him: "I'll chase after them, you guys keep guarding." Without waiting for a response, he urged his mount to chase after them.