Chapter 285: Inside and outside the tent, two battles
His plan was flawless. There were obviously no people blocking the sentry posts along the road, and Yan Liang was obviously not aware of it. But now, why did these countless Yan's troops suddenly rise up?
Zhao Fan was extremely shocked, and countless questions flooded his mind.
He saw Chen Ying being killed, he saw countless enemies surging forward, and he saw his frightened soldiers being routed and scattered.
At this time, Zhao Fan suddenly realized that Yan Liang had already seen through his plan, and those so-called laxities were just to lure him into this trap.
When Zhao Fan woke up, his heart was filled with despair, and he couldn't care less. He hurriedly rode out of the camp and fled.
When he rushed to the gate of the camp, he saw a group of Biao Yan's troops killing them like a violent wind. The tiger general in front was none other than Yan Liang, the commander of the tiger guard camp Zhou Cang.
Thousands of Yanliang's cavalry blocked Zhao Fan's retreat like an iron wall.
With his escape route cut off, the frightened Zhao Fan could only rush left and right, but he was shocked to find that enemy troops were ambushing him from all directions, and he was actually in a dead situation with no way to retreat.
How could a mere three thousand county soldiers be the opponent of Yan Liang's tens of thousands of elite tiger soldiers?
A defeated soldier was beheaded in a pool of blood. The sounds of ghosts crying and wolf howling could not be stopped, but they could not stop the murderous heart of the tiger and bear warrior.
The killing continued, hundreds and hundreds of Guiyang County soldiers, like fragile straw, harvesting heads in patches.
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At the front line of the camp gate, a bloody siege was taking place, but inside the Chinese army's tent, there was singing and dancing.
The sound of the piano was long and moving, her long sleeves were flying, and the stunningly beautiful Fan danced gracefully, using her graceful dance to fully please the man who held the power of life and death.
Yan Liang, on the other hand, put his feet up and sipped the wine in the glass, admiring the young woman's dancing posture with relish.
At the end of the song, Fan made a seductive gesture, with her half-naked peaks rising and falling due to her heavier breathing, ready to come out, so tempting.
"What a dance. Really beautiful."
Yan drank a glass of wine and clapped his hands and cheered.
Fan smiled lightly and walked over with graceful steps. Seeing Yan Liang open his arms, he very wisely sat in his arms.
When the actors on the left and right saw this, they very wisely walked out of the tent.
"My lady dances really beautifully. I like it very much. Come and give you a glass of wine."
Yan Liang personally raised the cup to feed him. Fan felt dizzy on his face and felt embarrassed for a moment, but he opened his small mouth of the cherry and drank the wine in the cup drop by drop.
A glass of wine went down her throat, and Fan, who was overwhelmed with alcohol, soon had patches of peach blossom-like wine red on her beautiful face.
Yan Liang was moved by what he saw. He hugged her tightly and kissed her red lips and pink neck.
Fan didn't dare to disobey. He hesitated a few times to refuse, and then grunted to welcome him.
Suddenly, her ears twitched slightly. She seemed to hear some strange noise. When she was happy, she raised her ears and listened carefully.
Gradually, she heard the sound clearly, and her flushed face couldn't help but change.
What she heard was clearly the sound of killing.
"General, there seems to be a sound of fighting outside~~"
Fan was a little flustered, so she gently pushed Yan Liang away a little, and pulled up half of the jacket that had been torn off, covering her half-exposed shoulders.
Yan Liang took a breath from the smell of the gray meat and listened carefully, but a disapproving sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"This should be Zhao Fan's rebellion, but don't worry, I have been waiting for him for a long time, and he will soon be surrounded and killed by my troops."
Yan Liang did not hide anything and told her the truth in an understatement.
Fan's face changed after hearing this, and she exclaimed: "How is this possible? Uncle, he has surrendered to the general, how can he dare to rebel?"
Yan Liang snorted coldly, "I took away his position as governor. It would be strange if a greedy person like him didn't rebel against me. Why, Mrs. Fan, don't you understand what your brother-in-law is like?"
person."
Fan's delicate body trembled, and the color in her beautiful face faded like a tide. Her pretty face immediately became as pale as paper, and her eyes flickered with fear.
At this moment, Fan was extremely frightened.
She never expected that her uncle would choose to surrender and then rebel again, nor did she expect that the majestic man in front of her had been on guard for a long time. He was so calm, as if he had killed Zhao Fan and crushed an ant to death.
Just as simple.
The Fan family had always heard that Yan Liang was a cruel person, and that Zhao Fan was punished with the death penalty for rebellion, which was a serious crime that implicated the nine clans. If Yan Liang was pursued, wouldn't he himself be involved?
Fan was greatly frightened for a moment. The more she thought about it, the more panicked she became. In the blink of an eye, her face turned as cold as frost.
Frightened, Mrs. Fan quickly stood up, knelt down in front of Yan Liang, and begged in a trembling voice: "I have no idea how dare my uncle do such a treasonous act. Please forgive me, general."
This woman is sensible and knows how to ask for forgiveness quickly.
Yan Liang likes sensible women the most.
At that moment, Yan Liang said: "Zhao Fan is capricious and plots rebellion. Naturally, I will kill his clan. As for you, Mrs. Fan, whether you can make me show mercy depends on you."
Yan Liang's eyes revealed evil intentions, and he did not hide the hidden meaning behind his words.
The frightened Fan was also a smart person. She quickly understood what Yan Liang meant. When she learned that there was a glimmer of hope, she was relieved as if she had grasped a life-saving straw.
"Thank you, General, for your kindness. I know what to do."
When Fan thanked her and got up from the ground, the fear on her face was gone, and the charm of spring water had overflowed.
Yan Liang leaned back and watched with great interest how she would behave.
Outside the big tent, the shouts shook the sky, and the killings shook the ground.
In the big tent, Mrs. Fan started to dance gracefully again. As her slim and plump figure danced, her lotus-like arms gently spread out, and she actually took off her clothes one by one.
"I see, this Fan is a born slut..."
Yan Liang was very excited. The scene of killing appeared in his mind, but in his eyes, the young woman's naked body danced.
As she was dancing, Fan had already taken off all her clothes. Her exquisite, translucent, undulating figure was perfectly presented before her eyes.
Then, Mrs. Fan's eyes were watery and her face was charming. She crawled on the ground and twisted her naked body. She slowly crawled forward and wrapped herself around Yan Liang's body like a snake.
In the big tent, a battle immediately broke out.
Fan was like a fierce horse. It twisted wildly and galloped wildly on the vast wilderness.
Yan Liang is like a male lion, roaring and fighting with his prey.
They rolled and changed positions, fighting with all their strength, sweating like rain, panting like waves, trying their best to take the initiative in this battle and wishing to eat the opponent alive.
The wave was higher than the other, and the heart-rending roar quickly overshadowed the shouts of death outside the tent.
Fan was in a state of confusion both physically and mentally, intoxicated by his primitive instincts, completely forgetting that outside the tent, his brother-in-law was being surrounded and killed by the man's soldiers.
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Fan was as drunk as a cloud, while Zhao Fan outside the tent was in pain as if he was in hell.
The three thousand county soldiers he had trained for many years and was proud of turned out to be so vulnerable, like lambs, torn into pieces by Yan Liang's tigers and wolves.
This extremely cruel killing was something he had never seen in his life, huddled in this isolated place in the south of Jingnan, and could not even imagine it in his dreams.
In a short time, the bodies of his men were strewn all over the ground. Almost all were killed or injured.
Under the protection of Bao Long, Zhao Fan, who had lost his soul, rushed left and right with his remaining thoughts of survival, trying to fight his way out.
Zhao Fan, who was fleeing wildly, suddenly heard a thunderous shout from the rebels, which almost made his eardrums numb.
After losing his reputation, Zhao Fan was heartbroken, but before he saw the sight, the veteran Huang Zhong was wielding a long sword and mercilessly beheaded his own soldiers. As if he was in an uninhabited land, he was heading towards him with an invincible momentum.
Come.
Zhao Fan had never fought against Yan Liang in person. Although he knew that Yan Liang was skilled in martial arts, he had never actually seen it with his own eyes.
Since Huang Zhong has lived in Jingnan for a long time, how could Zhao Fan not know how powerful his martial arts is?
Seeing Huang Zhong charging towards him unstoppably, Zhao Fan was so frightened that his legs became weak and he almost fell off his horse.
"My lord, don't panic, I will go and take off the old man's head later."
Captain Bao Long was so courageous that he ignored Huang Zhong, clapped his horse and danced his spear, and turned to face Huang Zhong.
Bao Long was born as a hunter in Guiyang. He once shot two tigers and was quite brave.
It's a pity that in Huang Zhong's eyes, he is just a local chicken and a dog.
Seeing Bao Longting coming with the gun, Huang Zhong became furious and suddenly shouted loudly.
Amid the roar like thunder, the majestic killing force came rolling in, which only made Bao Long's head buzz, and he became timid in an instant.
In this timid moment, Huang Zhong was already flying over. The long knife in his hand rolled up a long dust trail and swept it out.
The power of the huge waves surged across like lightning, and with one strike, Bao Long was cut into two pieces with his gun and his body.
Huang Zhong, who was furious and powerful, beheaded the general with one strike, frightening the stubborn Guiyang soldiers to pieces, and they all fell to the ground and begged to surrender.
After beheading the general, Huang Zhong did not stop, and went straight to Zhao Fan.
When Zhao Fan saw Bao Long being killed, he knew that the situation was over and he would only die if he continued to fight. He was so frightened that he quickly dismounted his horse before Huang Zhong could kill him and asked for surrender.
Huang Zhong reined in his horse, pointed his sword at Zhao Fan, and sternly scolded: "Bold thief, my master treats you badly, how can you be so unfaithful and surrender again and again?"
"The lower official was deceived by Bao Long and others and went astray. The lower official knows that he is guilty. Please show mercy to the old general and ask the Lord to show mercy..."
Zhao Fan lay on the ground and begged for mercy tremblingly, but he placed all the blame on Bao Long and others who fought for him.
Huang Zhong's eyes showed contempt and he snorted coldly, "It's too late to beg for mercy now. My lord has an order. Zhao Fan is a rebel and will be killed regardless of whether he surrenders or not."
As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Zhong raised his long sword and then lowered it.
"Old general, spare me——"
Amid the screams, half of Zhao Fan's body was torn apart.
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“Hmm~~”
Almost at the same time, Yan Liang in the tent also let out a long, rough gasp, and then, the fierce battle finally ended.
When he listened again, the shouts of killing outside the tent had disappeared, and Yan Liang knew that the bloodier fight was over.
Fan's body, on the other hand, was full of fragrant fragrance, panting endlessly, limp, and paralyzed on his chest.
Yan Liang took a long breath, and a satisfied sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. Piaotian Literature registered members recommend this work