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Chapter 63 0060 [Bad soldiers and wise generals](2/2)

"Wherever my brother goes, I will go!" everyone shouted.

The former rebels were all resettled after being recruited. Those who escaped and came back to seek refuge with Zhu Zongdao were all restless guys.

Counting Zhu Zongdao, there were twenty-six people in total.

The county captains also had a few fine weapons, all of which were picked out in advance, mainly hand knives and straight swords with ring heads, and there were also two people carrying spears in their hands.

Zhu Zongdao himself can be said to be fully armed.

He wore a pair of leather armor, a fish-head knife hanging from his waist, a large bow and quiver on his back, and a spear in his hand.

Under the frightened eyes of the servants, more than 20 people moved quickly and swaggered out of the main entrance of the mansion. They didn't want any money at home, not even their wives and children, because even more money, real wives and children had long been secretly given away by Zhu Zongdao.

Went to the countryside.

A cunning rabbit has three burrows, he understands this principle.

"Brother, the horse is coming!" A subordinate led the horse and chased him.

Of the same batch of horses last year, Yang Jun kept one in the village, Zhu Ming picked up one in the Waste Tea Mountain, and Zhu Zongdao also secretly intercepted one.

The main door of Zhu's house was opened wide, and Zhu Zongdao led his horse out.

As soon as this group of people walked through the stone steps in front of the door, they saw Ju Ming leading his troops to kill them.

At this time, if Zhu Zongdao wanted to escape, he could escape on horseback alone. Only the nearest north city gate was closed, and the other gates were still open.

But what's the use of running alone?

The old thieves under his command must also be taken away, otherwise he will be a mere commander from now on!

Zhu Zongdao looked at the archers holding pot lids and bamboos, and sneered: "Farmers who haven't practiced for a long time still dare to come here to seek death. Follow me and kill all the officers and soldiers!"

"Stop, get in formation!"

Ju Ming shouted loudly, and military orders depended on his voice.

The archers who were running at full speed were already in a mess when they stopped.

"Go and inform Zhang Dutou and Chen Dutou to stop blocking the door and bring their troops to support!"

While Ju Ming sent his men to ask for help, he organized the team step by step. Those holding the pot lids were forcibly dragged to the front, and the other archers were in a mess, and it was too late to correct them slowly.

Zhu Zongdao rode his horse for a few steps, suddenly reined in his horse and stopped, aiming at Ju Ming and shooting an arrow.

"Lift the lid!"

While Ju Ming screamed, he subconsciously dodged to avoid it.

I don't know whether he hid well or Zhu Zongdao shot crookedly. The arrow flew past Ju Ming and hit a spearman next to him.

The spearman's front teeth were shot out, his gums were torn apart, and blood gurgled out of his mouth.

The huge impact caused the man to fall backwards, as if an arrow had been shot into his throat.

The surrounding archers were panicking inexplicably, and the already chaotic formation instantly became even more chaotic.

"Come on!"

Before Zhu Zongdao could shoot the second arrow, Zhu Ming took the lead and rushed forward. Seeing this, the archers under his command followed suit.
Chapter completed!
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