"Third Master!"

"Third brother!"

The Black Mountain bandits exclaimed in surprise, their faces full of disbelief.

As the third leader of Heishan and the number one general under Li Heihu, Sun Zhi naturally has great combat power.

But now, it only takes one round to decide whether he will live or die.

When they looked at Han Zhen again, the eyes of these Black Mountain bandits were full of fear.

boom!

Two groups of cavalry collided.

Nie Dong held a long spear, swung away the opponent's long knife, and stabbed a Montenegrin bandit into the chest at an extremely tricky angle.

As soon as he succeeded in the attack, he immediately gave up his spear, pulled out the long knife from his waist, and used the inertia of the horse's impact to chop down the scarfed army behind him.

This is the case in the battle formation. The cavalry is hedging, and the horses and spears have only one chance to be used.

Because when the war horse is galloping at high speed, there will be no time for you to draw the spear or the horse.

Unless you are like Han Zhen, who uses the horse as a bronze stick.

A few days ago, Nie Dong tried Han Zhen's horse.

With his physical strength, he could feel soreness in his arm after just waving it a dozen times.

Looking at Han Zhen at this moment, he has waved his hand countless times as he rushes into the scarf-wearing army.

Every swing has tremendous power, and anyone hit by it will either die or be maimed!

A round of charge resulted in casualties on both sides.

However, the Western Army was experienced, and even if they were injured, they would not be fatal.

On the contrary, it was the Black Mountain bandits. Six of them died in an instant, and almost all of the remaining eleven were injured.

While Han Zhen and others were rushing into the turban-wearing army, the two bandits tightened their reins, dismounted, and rushed out of the room.

"Third brother, third brother!"

The room was dark, and no matter how they called, no one answered.

One of the bandits took out a fire stick from his arms, blew it brightly, and then discovered Sun Zhi through the faint light of the fire.

At this moment, Sun Zhi was lying on the ground motionless, his chest was slightly sunken inward, and blood was pouring from his mouth and nose.

The long knife held in his hand has a curved blade.

Goulon!

One of the bandits couldn't help but swallowed, his heart was extremely horrified.

Another bandit stretched out two fingers and put them on Sun Zhi's neck. He felt the weak pulse beating and couldn't help but look happy.

"Third brother is still alive!"

Carrying Sun Zhi on his back, the two quickly left the house.

In a short period of time, Han Zhen led his cavalry to kill through the formation of the Turban Army, and was now turning his horse's head for a second charge.

More than two hundred troops wearing scarves have collapsed. Some are running away, some are kneeling down to beg for mercy, and some are lying on the ground pretending to be dead.

"The wind is tight, pull!"

The Black Mountain bandit urged anxiously.

After just one encounter, they were frightened to death.

Sun Zhi's life or death is unknown at the moment. Even if there are thousands of young men wearing scarves in the county, they can't think of a counterattack.

The key point is that shouts of killing have been heard from all over the county, and the enemy is obviously more than just these nineteen riders.

Seeing these Black Mountain bandits slip away, Han Zhen ordered: "Nie Dong, lead ten cavalry to pursue them."

"Got the order!"

Nie Dong led ten Western troops and chased them on horseback.

Han Zhen took the remaining seven Western troops and rushed towards the county government office.

Eight cavalry rushes into three hundred!

In the past, these Western troops would not have dared to even think about it.

Even if the opponent is a group of rebels who were poor peasants yesterday.

The peasant rebel army was not as fragile as imagined, especially when they first started the uprising, they were like wild beasts.

Among the thousands of people, there were quite a few rural soldiers, and there was no shortage of courageous ones.

In addition, once your hands are stained with blood and you kill someone, you will undergo a psychological transformation.

This is similar to the fact that wild animals that have hurt people are not afraid of people.

Although their combat power is not as good as that of the regular army, their momentum is not inferior.

During the southern expedition to Fangla two years ago, they also fought against peasant rebels. What was the result?

Although the suppression was successful, the 150,000 Western troops suffered heavy casualties, and in the end, less than 100,000 were able to participate in the Northern Expedition.

Those who could be brought by Sun Zhi to attack the county government were all elites selected from the rebel army.

At this moment, seeing only eight cavalry charging towards them, the three hundred turban-wearing troops were not afraid. Instead, they all excitedly faced them with swords.

However, these people had just rushed up and hadn't gotten close yet.

Then he saw a mysterious black horse tree whistling towards him.

boom!

Anyone who is hit by the horse will either die or be maimed.

For a moment, the scarf-wearing troops blocking Han Zhen's front seemed to have been hit by a chariot and flew backwards one after another.

When the cavalrymen in the rear saw this, their blood boiled with excitement.

Holding the long knife tightly in his hand, he used the impact and inertia of the galloping horse to continuously harvest human lives.

After two charges back and forth, the scarf-wearing army formed by young men finally collapsed.

They had never seen such a brave man, and his liver and gallbladder were split when he was killed.

Han Zhen shouted loudly: "Kneel down and accept surrender, surrender your weapons and not kill!"

"Kneel down and accept surrender, surrender your weapons and not kill!"

The seven Western troops also shouted in unison.

Bang, bang, bang~

Hundreds of simple knives were thrown on the bluestone slab, making a series of crisp impact sounds.

Outside the county government office, people were kneeling on the ground.

"Disarm without killing!"

At the same time, calls for surrender came from all directions in the county.

The situation is decided!

"You wait here to guard the prisoners."

After giving instructions, Han Zhen mounted his horse and walked towards the gate of the county government office.

In the county government compound, Liu Yong was sitting under a tree, his abdomen dripping with blood.

When he saw Han Zhen, tears filled his eyes and he said, "Brother, you finally came to save my brother."

More than half of the more than two hundred archers and government officials died, and everyone else was injured.

Han Zhen ignored Liu Yong, glanced around, raised his horse, and said in a cold tone: "Everyone, surrender your weapons and kneel down, otherwise you will be killed without mercy!"

"Clam?"

Liu Yong was stunned.

He never expected that Han Zhen's first words after entering the county government would be like this.

The chill in his tone made him shiver.

Bang!

Liu Yong was the first to throw away the sword in his hand, and said with a complicated smile: "My brother was stabbed in the stomach. I really can't kneel down. Please forgive me."

He had already realized that something was wrong. Han Zhen felt strange to him tonight.

A government official shouted: "Han Er, do you want to rebel?"

Poof!

The black spear pierced the officer's heart and killed him on the spot.
To be continued...