retaliate

Chapter 41
boom!
The flames rose up along the periphery of the team.

The people in the convoy were startled, and then someone shouted: "Breakthrough!"

The people on both sides threw away the pots in their hands and took out all kinds of weapons.

The flames distorted their sight, and the people in the circle ran in a panic, but the flames had completed the circle, and their running could only consume more physical strength.

The two carriages in the city gate rushed out frantically.

Outside the city gate, a mace flashed.

Zhong Hui carried the mace in one hand and walked out slowly with the other behind his back, squinting at the rushing carriage, and said lightly, "Why bother..."

The horse's butt was stabbed a few times, and the two men behind him looked indifferent, as if they didn't know they were in a desperate situation.

Swiftly!
The horse neighed, but the pain kept it running.

The two men swept away.

As long as the horse knocked away the man who was carrying a mace, who seemed extraordinarily free and easy, they would be able to rush out.

After rushing out of Chang'an City, it will be difficult to catch them again.

The man in front let out a soft whistle, his body rose into the air, and flew towards Zhong Hui.

Halfway through his left hand waved.

Several darts whirled and flew past.

Another man came first, tapped his partner's shoulder with his toes in the air, and held a knife in both hands. He was like a long spear, stabbing at Zhonghui.

The carriage was about to hit Zhonghui, and a few darts blocked his dodging route. The only way out was to collide with the carriage.

On the tower, a sergeant exclaimed, "Be careful!"

The clock will move.

On one side of his body, his left hand flexed continuously.

Ding!
Ding!
Two darts shot into the sky.

The horse pulling the cart dashed past where he was going.

The bell leaps gracefully, and the mace strikes down.

Bah!
This time, it just hit the yoke, the yoke broke, and the cart slammed into the ground.

Zhong Hui was in mid-air, just in front of the two men who flew by.

He smiled slightly, "Stop!"

It was like a thunderclap sounded on a sunny day, and the man who first thought of himself as a big gun only felt his head dizzy for a moment.

His body relaxed immediately.

A hand tapped his neck.

It felt very light, but the man's body was spinning sideways.

Bah!
The companion at the back just hit him, one foot tapped on the companion's body, and the sound of fracture came crackling.

With this moment, Zhong Hui's whole body rose to the sky.

He crossed the head of the city and saw just ahead.

The flames rose, and more than [-] people in the convoy had gathered together. After some actions, the figures began to blur.

A middle-aged man knelt on top of the salted fish, pointing ahead and shouting.

The two vague figures carried short knives and rushed into the flames without hesitation.

The flames rose sharply, and then two vague figures burned.

"I've been in the thick of wine..."

In the crowd of Guozijian, a middle-aged man with disheveled hair left a wine bag in his left hand and a long sword in his right hand.

The long sword flickered and the sword whistled softly.

The two coachmen swirled and fell into the flames, then turned into two burning men.

This is Johnson, the boss of the Wine and Soldier Department of the Imperial College.This gentleman does not leave his wine bag all day long, and he raises his head to take a sip at every turn.It's no problem to use drinking to understand, but this big guy will get into the woods to sing and dance... strip off his clothes, and was beaten many times by An Ziyu with people.

Yang Xuan, as the commander, was standing on the back table at the moment. Seeing that Johnson had dealt with the two drivers, the spies in the flame circle still gathered together and nodded slightly, "Sure enough, he is not afraid of death."

An Ziyu asked, "Can you get in?"

"No need." Yang Xuan slowly pulled out the horizontal knife, "The longer it drags on, the more embarrassed they will die!"

"Why?" An Ziyu seemed to want to do something, "By the way, why did you add those poisons to the kerosene?"

Yang Xuan said: "Maybe it will make them dizzy."

In the ear, Suzaku whispered: "In a fire, seven or eight of the victims died of poisoning or suffocation. The burning of kerosene will draw out oxygen, resulting in hypoxia..."

The secret agents inside gathered together, clearly thinking that they would make a contribution and rush in, so that they could drag a few more backs when they were dying.

"Yang Xuan, do you want to do it?"

shouted a professor.

"hold on."

Yang Xuan shook his head.

"What are you waiting for? They are becoming more and more calm." The professor was a little impatient.

"what!"

In the convoy, a coachman's body swayed and suddenly fell down with a bang.

Uh!
The professor looked back at Yang Xuan, with surprise in his eyes, and more confusion.

Someone exclaimed, "Yang Xuan knows magic?"

Yang Xuan rolled his eyes.

Bah!
The second fell.

The waiting spies were stunned, and someone shouted: "I'm dizzy and chest tight."

"I can't breathe."

"help me!"

The middle-aged man kneeling on the salted fish was stunned. He took a deep breath, coughed violently, and then shouted: "Poisonous, rush out!"

"Prepare……"

Yang Xuan raised his hand.

There were no sergeants, all the sergeants were on the perimeter, either with knives and guns, or with bows and arrows.

"Why didn't they let us go up?" a sergeant said in confusion: "Let's come in a few waves of arrows to ensure that no one can escape."

An Ziyu knew why.

Teachers and students know why.

Just because Guozijian needs credit!
An Ziyu looked at Yang Xuan, nodded slightly, then raised the ruler, and rushed over first.

Yang Xuan shouted: "Don't leave your mouth alive!"

He knew from bad people that these Southern Zhou spies were brave and not afraid of death, and there was no need to take risks.

The professors glanced at him with gratitude in their eyes, and then rushed over with the students.

The spies who had just stepped over the flames couldn't hide their figures, their bodies were burning with flames, madly rushing towards the teachers and students of Guozijian.

According to Yang Xuan's arrangement, a professor at Guozijian led two students to rush to kill. The professor was in the front and the students were in the back. It was a difficult experience to kill the enemy.

On the cart in the middle of the convoy, a middle-aged man flicked a dart, and several spies on the ground who were stunned by the poisonous smoke and lack of oxygen died instantly.

Another spy stood beside him, holding a horizontal knife, very respectful.

The fight was brutal and it ended quickly.

Five people fell in the Imperial College, all of them students.

"The injury is not serious."

This is good news to be reassured.

"Extinguishing."

Someone brought sand and poured it on the flames.

The flames gradually dimmed.

A group of professors stared at the two spies with bad eyes.

"How long has it been since I killed someone?" a professor shouted.

The middle-aged man kneeling there smiled slightly and said softly, "It's been blocked here. But..." He looked up at the city head, "It would be appropriate to die here."

The middle-aged man flew over suddenly, his figure flickered in the air, and then disappeared.

Yang Xuan grinned, "I have long been prepared to deal with such ghostly tricks as you! Professors, start..."

The professors jumped up in unison, like the petals of a hundred flowers blooming, and the weapons flew towards the sky.

puff!
Blood dripped from the air, and the figure of a middle-aged man appeared.

An Ziyu flew over, and Jiechi flew into the air, swatting the middle-aged man down like a fly.

The middle-aged man fell to the ground and smiled bitterly: "Anyway, there is a big car leaving, I hope they will be more alert and escape from the sound." After speaking, he gritted his teeth, and black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.The spy behind him had already wiped his neck with a knife.

Yang Xuan smiled, "The Tang Dynasty is hospitable, heaven does not keep guests, I will!"

……

The big cart was parked more than 300 steps away from the city gate. The driver sat on the shaft, seemingly peaceful.

"go!"

Zhao Guolin carried Ma Leng and turned away.

Wen Xinshu put away the bow and arrow, and was very depressed, "You are too fast, I didn't have a chance to shoot him."

Zhao Guolin said indifferently: "Life and death are just a moment, how can there be so much attention."

The man on the hood opened his mouth and looked at the sky silently. There was a bright hole in his throat.

After entering the city, Zhao Guolin and Wen Xinshu returned to their lives.

"Reporting to Yang Shuai, I will kill someone and take back the carriage."

"Okay." Just as Yang Xuan was about to arrange the next step, he heard the hurried sound of horses' hooves.

Someone at the top of the city shouted: "It's the deputy general of Jinwuwei."

Yang Xuan mounted his horse, "I'm going to meet this Vice Admiral Zhou."

Zhou Yan had just received the news that there was a fight in Beicheng, and a fire broke out.As the general in charge of the security and order of Chang'an City, if he can't get there in time to deal with it, the Shangguan will deal with him when he turns around.

"The fire is gone."

There are subordinates cheering.

"someone is coming."

A ride came slowly.

The young man on the horse was wearing a green shirt, holding the horizontal knife in his right hand and hanging down to his side, smiled and said, "It's been a long time, Lieutenant General Zhou."

Zhou Yan restrained his horse, looked at the group of teachers and students, and felt a sigh in his heart.

"Why are you waiting here?" A confidant stepped forward and shouted, "Why are you fighting? Abandon the knife and step forward."

This is the standard catching lesser procedure.

But no one moved.

Someone trembled: "Look!"

A carriage slowly dumped, and after the salted fish fell, it was the box.

Bang!

A box fell and the lid popped open.

Under the sun, golden light.

"It's all gold!"

Zhou Yan seemed to have been stabbed in the eye by the golden light.

This……

Yang Xuan nodded, "Deputy General Zhou has brought countless soldiers and soldiers to the city to search for secret spies of Nanzhou. I have few bad people. Fortunately, the Imperial College is willing to help. The city is occupied by Deputy General Zhou, and we can only stay here. Who knows those secret spies? I actually stabbed it in... I accepted it."

The soldiers at the head of the city looked at Zhou Yan in silence.

This Vice-General Zhou made a riot this time, almost turning the city of Chang'an over. The intention to grab the credit is well known to everyone, but in the end it was the Imperial College that got the credit.

No, there's that teenage bad guy smiling on horseback.

Zhou Yan felt annoyed in his chest, opened his mouth subconsciously, and something came up in his throat.He forcibly held back, his throat surging.

"Do you think this is the end of this matter?" Yang Xuan's smile stopped, his eyes suddenly sharp, "I tell you, this matter...it's not over!"

Zhou Yan could no longer suppress the smell of rust in his throat, so he spewed out when he opened his mouth.

"puff!"

……

Rewind the time to three days ago: Yang Xuan sat on the bed, holding the scroll screen in his hand, watching the movie intently.

The vault was looted, and the police came out in full force.After a lot of hard work, someone exclaimed that they found the stolen goods, and everyone rushed frantically.The scene is still cleaning up stolen goods, and good news is constantly being transmitted on the phone.At this moment, a green cart quietly passed through the relaxed level...

(End of this chapter)