The shouts of killing outside the post station were shocking the sky, and a famous bandit held a scimitar and iron sword, desperately greeting the soldiers of the guards.

Even though the guards used the exterior wall of the station as a cover, many people still hung up the color in a short period of time.

It can be said that compared to the orderly morale of the bandits, the morale of the soldiers was extremely low.

After all, who had just experienced a wave of rebellion from comrades, and nearly half of them lost in just one stick of incense. The direct generals were still working as turtles in the post station, so I was afraid that they would not be excited.

"Old Zhao, are these fucking elite soldiers and imperial guards from the camp in the suburbs of Beijing? I think it's okay if I go!"

Behind the bandit army, a scarfaced man smiled freely, looking at the soldiers inside the wall with despised eyes.

He was tall and powerful, and his big sword was so fierce that he killed five or six soldiers in just one encounter.

Killing them was so simple that he didn't rush forward with his younger brothers.

"Ha, Scar, now do you know the benefits of your surrender to me?"

Beside Scar, a man in red fur smiled, and a mediocre face full of compassion.

As one of the brokers of the mighty general's mansion, Zhao Rong was responsible for communicating with all the bandits in the north, and even building bandit nests on some mountains that are easy to defend and difficult to attack.

However, these "cross bandits" seem to be bandits, but in fact they have been taught by brokers. Not to mention that they have defeated the local garrison in Dazhao, they are also extremely combative.

Of course, how could his simple training be compared with the Imperial Army and the camps in the suburbs of Beijing? The people in front of him were defeated, but the Beijing had already made arrangements.

How many of the so-called elites are elites?

However, Zhao Rong would not tell Scar these secrets. In his opinion, this is a great opportunity for him to win over the hearts of the people.

"Okay, okay, brother, you have real skills!"

The scar, who was so proud of the pride, laughed out loud, then paused, and then looked at somewhere with his eyes glowing.

Zhao Rong quickly discovered his abnormality, and then he looked over and realized that the other party was actually looking at a girl wearing gorgeous clothes standing in front of the window looking at the battle situation.

Her black hair is like a waterfall, and her skin is as white as snow. Even if it is just a blurry outline, it can make people realize her nobleness and arrogance.

beauty.

That's definitely a beauty.

Looking at the other party's outfit, it is absolutely impossible for him to be a maid. As far as they know, the officials accompanying him did not bring their families, so the only person standing by the window was that person...

"Old Zhao, if I help you capture the post station and capture the princess, can you reward her and play with me? One night, just one night, you will kill her anyway. Isn't it the same if I've played enough?

?What do you call this? What are the beauty of both?"

Scar stared at the figure by the window, laughing like a demon.

He was born in a turbulent family and was dependent on his strength.

But as long as you are a hero, it is impossible not to love beauty, especially those born with noble behavior and arrogant behavior.

However, he was born ugly and had another scar the day after tomorrow. With this low life experience, let alone a noble girl from a noble family, even those bitch women from ordinary families would not give him a look.

But what if they don't like him?

After he robbed him, you still have to be obedient and lie on the bed to serve him in various ways?

If you are obedient, he will give you some food and drink, and those who are disobedient will just kill you. Anyway, they are just sluts who have no eyes and no knowledge of heroes!

However, even though he had robbed many women, most of them were small families or daughters of some merchants.

The only time he did a big vote and robbed the lady of the prefect of Liangzhou, but a concubine daughter, so the Liangzhou garrison chased him and his brothers all over the mountain.

In the end, Zhao Rong appeared to help him handle the matter, and the superiors quickly transferred the prefect, and the matter was left to nothing.

Looking at the girl standing behind the window again, Scar felt that her blood was boiling and shouting, "What is the daughter of the prefect?" Scar wanted the princess that day!"

Zhao Rong had known that Scar was a lustful person, but he didn't expect that he would dare to put his ideas on Princess Zhaoming.

This is not an ordinary princess, it is the legitimate princess.

However, as Scar said, it would be necessary to kill him anyway, so it would be impossible to play with him.

"Okay, as long as you can attack with people, you can play whatever you want in the princess."

"That's what you said!"

Scar smiled and held the big knife in his hand tightly, retreating with a lazy look, and rushed towards the station wall not far away with a single step.

It’s just that he talked too much with Zhao Rong, or he felt that today’s battle was a foregone conclusion, so he didn’t care that someone came out of the post station at all.

Of course, there are only a dozen people, and they won’t care even if they see it.

"Master, you..."

Behind the guards, the young man in black clothes suddenly raised his eyes, and his light-colored peach blossom eyes looked coldly at the rear of the bandits.

After a while, before the men behind him could react, the man had disappeared from the spot like a bow and arrow.

Almost at the same time, Scar also held the big knife in his hand and rushed to the exterior wall of the station with a grin, the most difficult gate to guard.

The gatekeepers had just seen his strength. Seeing him rushing forward so arrogantly and there were so many bandits following behind him, his heart suddenly became pounding.

"Kill! Kill me in! I want the princess of the family to be my bride that day!"

Seeing the defenders showing fear, Scar laughed and raised his knife and announced his good news loudly.

However, at this moment, a black shadow suddenly flashed out of the crowd, and the long sword in his hand shone like snow, reaching Scar's fragile throat.

The speed is so fast that even if you walk around the world all year round, you don’t know how many scars you have carried on your body, but you can only lift a knife to block the vital points.

The long sword and the big sword were connected, and sparks splashed in the night. Scar felt his arms numb and almost couldn't hold the big sword in his hand.

The person who fought with him no longer grabbed his throat, but kicked him hard in the lower abdomen and kicked him backwards.

But flying backwards is not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing is the nearly broken pain coming from under one's body...

The pain was so severe that when the younger brothers caught him and wanted to help him stand up, his face turned pale and his forehead was full of sweat.

"Boss, you're okay, boss!"

"Damn it, dare to attack our boss! Brothers go up and fuck him!"

"Kill! Kill him!"

Several bandits rushed forward with their swords, trying to bite a piece of meat from the boy holding a long sword in front of the gate.

However, the one who awaited them was not the boy, but the seventeen personal guards who rushed out immediately.

They had only seventeen people, but they stopped all the bandits like iron walls, leaving a smooth road for their masters toward the scar.
Chapter completed!