dandy city lord

Chapter 118 Trash and threats thrown out!
Yang Hu raised his eyebrows: "Finally something happened."

Liu Dabai bowed: "This time is enough time for the news of the city lord's victory to spread."

What he meant was that the Yang family was determined to send over the promised materials after they got the news of Yang Hu's victory.

Yang Hu shook his head: "If that's the case, I'd be happier. I'm afraid it's not that simple."

Yang Hu raised his head and looked at Murong Yu who was standing beside him: "The old ancestor said last time that he wanted me to bring a few disciples from the Zhangyucheng family?"

"Twenty." Of course Murong Yu still remembered that night, when Yang Hu got mad at the old ancestor of the Yang family, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes: "What do you mean, the old ancestor sent you the disciples of the Yang family in Zhangyu City?" coming?"

Coming to this world, so far, Yang Hu dare not underestimate the ancestors of the Yang family.

Don't underestimate the name of the Yang family in Iron City, dozens of black iron cities, Yang family disciples under his command spread out, surrounded the Yang family's base camp like a iron pass.

Standing tall in this troubled world is no easy task.

When a person is old, it is not necessarily Ximu.

Being old has its benefits.

Experience, connections, and a collection of various resources.

These Yang Hu are very clear.

Therefore, he would rather despise his peers, and treat those old ancestors of the Yang family, the ancestors of the Murong family, and even the Tang family, any family that Tang has heard of, who are old and immortal.

Concerned.

Yang Hu was contemplating, but his face was unruly, and the air around him seemed to be frozen as the vultures appeared one after another, making Murong Yu, Zhang Yan, and Liu Dabaozi feel a little bit of chill.

After a long time, Yang Hu raised his head and looked at Commander Liu: "The last time I sent back the news about Murong Hengyue, did you get any response?"

Liu Dabai bowed: "There is no reply."

Yang Hu suddenly snorted coldly, and stood up: "Then the ones sent should be just cannon fodder. The Yang family has no place to house them. Hmph! Is my place a garbage dump? Everything wants to be stuffed into me."

Murong Yu really couldn't stand Yang Hu's sometimes inexplicable self-confidence.

It was the news that the Yang family sent supplies, how could he think of so many things, and he also concluded that it was the disciple who was eliminated from the Yang family who held Yucheng...

Murong Yu asked Yang Hu: "How do you know that they were eliminated from Zhangyu City?"

Yang Hu looked at her with a half-smile: "Don't you really think that if I come here when Xiaobao is one year old, I can change the old ancestor's view of me and get me some elites from the Yang family?"

Murong Yu was about to speak, but was interrupted by Yang Hu.

"Don't be so naive. The ancestors of the Yang family and your Murong family's ancestors are the same kind of people. They seem to be kind, and they will treat you well if they are useful. Kick it away."

"The same goes for the disciples of Zhangyu City."

As Yang Hu said, he picked up a bandage and wrapped the wound on his chest randomly, Jie Jie let out a strange smile: "However, I always want to thank them for sending me some cannon fodder."

"You ask Han Er and Liu Si to make the things on the drawing, and I'll go see what tricks those guys are playing."

Murong Yu had gotten used to his changeability, so he nodded and took Zhang Yan to go out first.

Only then did Liu come forward: "City Lord, if this is the case, do you really want to keep them?"

Yang Hu walked out: "Let's have a look first before we talk."

……

Yang Hu rode on the old man with a big horse and a golden sword, and stood just like that under the city gate, watching the team gradually approaching in the distance.

The number of teams approaching from a distance was somewhat larger than Yang Hu's estimate.

Beside the carts pulled by fifty bulls, there were as many as 500 Yang family disciples walking fast.

Murong Yu, who was wearing a light yellow dress, also rode a tall and majestic rouge horse, standing behind Yang Hu and said in a cold voice: "The number seems to be different from what you estimated."

Yang Hu was also frowning, and replied domineeringly: "So this is trouble."

"Old man, send an order to make room for me in the camp, and prepare to house these people."

Yang Hu frowned and said in his heart: "Is something wrong with the Yang family? Or..."

The team was approaching the city, and two burly disciples of the Yang family rushed out of the team and rushed all the way to the city.

Murong Yu raised his eyebrows slightly: "Wild Wolf Guard."

But Yang Hu snorted disdainfully: "Wild Wolf Guard of the second level, Bai has been in Zhangyu City for three years. He deserves to be thrown into the garbage dump."

Murong Yu glared fiercely at this unscrupulous guy: "You are the garbage dump."

Immediately, Yang Hu laughed heartlessly: "I'm already a trash, and the place where I am is a trash dump."

Murong Yu remembered what others said about him, and didn't know what to say for a while, so he muttered in a low voice: "Cheek-skinned."

In just a few words, two disciples of the Yang family had already rushed close and knelt down on one knee in front of Yang Hu: "Yang Wei, Yang Rong has seen the city lord."

Yang Hu remembered these two brothers, in terms of seniority, they were still his cousins.

Looking at the two of them coldly, he snorted: "How arrogant you were when you entered Zhangyu City, but now you have ended up being thrown out as cannon fodder. Can't you imagine it?"

Yang Wei and Yang Rong bowed their heads, and Yang Wei replied aloud: "The ancestors sent us 500 people to deliver supplies to Lincheng, and we will stay under the lord of the city to serve as servants from now on."

Yang Hu said with a cold face, "What else is there to say?"

Yang Rong took out a letter from his pocket and presented it to Yang Hu: "This is a letter from the ancestor and the fourth lady to the city lord."

Liu Dashao stepped forward to take the letter from him and handed it to Yang Hu.

Yang Hu, who was sitting on horseback, opened the letter, glanced at it casually, handed it to Murong Yu who was next to him, and ordered to Commander Liu: "Take them to the camp to see me. Murong Yu, go and assemble your team."

As he spoke, he turned around and ran towards the camp.

Murong Yu could only glance at the letter hastily, and was startled, turned his horse's head and followed.

Murong Yu only saw the first few lines of the letter: The Murong family is dissatisfied with the Yang family's mediation, these fifty carts of supplies and 500 people are considered the last support that the Yang family gave you, and we will talk about the future.

The Murong family finally wanted to tear their skins apart and attack Yang Hu.

As Yang Hu and Murong Yu rushed into the camp, Kong Wu saw Yang Hu's face and immediately ran towards the camp, the horns sounded and there was silence in the camp.

The soldiers on the school field with huge stone slabs on their backs cast off their heavy burdens and assembled quickly.

They are all fully armed, with all the equipment slowed down.

In the past few days since they came back, like a demon, Liu has been aggravating their physical training and formation training.

Yang Hu gallops to Dianjiangtai.

Murong Yu galloped to the other side.

On the other side of the camp, women's soldiers were constantly emerging from the temporary tents. Surprisingly, Su Wanrong was among them.

Seeing Murong Yu coming to the camp in person, Su Wanrong stepped forward and grabbed the reins under Murong Yu's seat: "Ma'am, what happened?"

Murong Yu nodded slightly to her: "I'll find out in a while."

She coldly ordered to the Detachment Army: "Line up, gather at the school ground."

Su Wanrong slightly frowned!
(End of this chapter)