It's too late, it's too soon. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info When the news of Jia Huan's return to the house with the troops ignited the mood of the entire Jia Mansion, when the ladies of the Jia Mansion in the Rongxi Hall broke out with great joy after learning that they were rescued, in fact, the hour hand just went forward a little bit.

Jia Huan did not immediately go to meet his wife, Hongyan, and sisters, enjoying joy and joy. Instead, he was dealing with the affairs of the Jia Mansion outside the south hall. After a battle, the young men of Jiafu suffered heavy casualties. The wounded, the dead, and the surviving all need to be resettled.

Jia Huan's face was as calm as water, and he couldn't see joy. This made the people of Jiafu, who gradually calmed down from the joy of being rescued, understand: now is not the time to rejoice and celebrate, and the Marquis of Ruyang and his rebellious soldiers are still entrenched in Jiafu.

Blood revenge has not been avenged!

Who is the reason for the small boat in Jiafu last night and today? The person directly responsible is the Marquis of Ruyang. The root cause is in Prince Ningpu.

The emotions contained in Jia Huan's heart: he was happy when he succeeded in mobilizing Jingying, he breathed a long sigh of relief when he learned that Sister Bao and Sister Lin were fine, and he was angry at this time, as if there was thunder in his heart.

His anger was not because of how many young men and women Ruyang Hou had killed in Jiafu, the bloodshed and sacrifice were certainly angry, but it was not what made him the most angry. The anger in his heart is that he almost lost the person he cares about and cherishes the most. As long as he came a little later just now, Sister Bao, Sister Lin, and the third sister would die!

People are all rebellious! People have people and things they care about! How can you not get angry? Those who can't protect their wives, faces, and relatives are men in vain! Men should kill people, and don't teach men to wrap their bodies with women's hearts.

The battle in Yeongkook Mansion continues. In the north street of Rongguofu, the outflanked Beijing cavalry drove and killed the Ruyang Marquis rebels on the north street. Subsequently, the infantry broke into the Mochizuki Residence and Rika Temple, and fought hand-to-hand with white blades.

When the battle on the north street of Rongguo Mansion began, the Jiafu Interior, to the south hall, was also preparing to start the attack. Xie Jing found a steward of Rongguo Mansion, asked about the terrain, went to the ladder to look at it, and called his generals to arrange it, "Let's start!" ”

The Kyokei then began to attack. The bow and arrow are suppressed from a high position, the sword and shield men advance in front, and the musketeers take turns firing behind the shield array, firing one round of muskets, retreating, and then the second row of muskets comes forward. The rotation is non-stop. The shield moves forward. The three-dimensional attack is like mercury pouring into the ground. Quickly drive the rebels out of the Yongdao on Jiafu Middle Road.

The two sides were at a stalemate at the corner gate. The sound of bowstrings, firecrackers, shouts of killing, and screams continued to sound.

Walking out of the flat ground outside the hall, Jia Huan gathered the last force of Jiafu. About thirty people, Jia Huan stood on the steps, his eyes gathered. Jia Huan looked at the faces that gritted his teeth and were happy, and said, "Zhao Yu, the Marquis of Ruyang, rebelled with the prince and led his troops into my Jia Mansion. He killed your brothers, relatives, friends. Bleeding into a river, the house is vegetarian. Heaven is good, and all the husbands will take revenge! Now the camp is slaughtering these beasts. Kill me with me. There is revenge and revenge, and blood debts are repaid! ”

Jia Huan carried his firearm and strode out. Huang Zongqi, Zhang Sishui and others were busy hugging Jia Huan, protecting him, and killing together at the corner gate of the East Courtyard. Outside the corner gate, more than ten meters away is the back door of Mochizukiju.

"Blood debt and blood payment!" The young men on the flat ground roared, holding long knives, followed Jia Huan and his party, followed the Beijing camp, and slaughtered the water dogs.

The young and strong of Jiafu want to fight against the rebels of the Marquis of Ruyang, and they are not defeated at all. But it's still okay to beat the water dogs.

Why is the second son of the scholar of Ho gradually not interested in fighting, he is a scribe. Originally, he was quite dissatisfied with Jia Huan's "fooling" of his father to "die". At this time, looking at Jia Huan's back, I felt a little more appreciative. No wonder his father valued Jia Huan, they did have certain traits in common.

Jia Rong, Jia Lian, Jia Qiang, Jia Yun and others were at the foot of the steps, watching Jia Huan go out with the people, and the core manpower was naturally the Huaishang man brought back by Jia Huan from Yangzhou. With the addition of Mr. Huang, there are only six people left.

Jia Rong smiled bitterly and said, "Uncle Huan, why is this so difficult!" "Jingying counterinsurgency. It was only a matter of time before the rebels of the Marquis of Ruyang were cleared. Why take that risk. In case at the end of the day, there is a good thing, what should Jia Fu do?

Jia Lian also nodded.

Jia Qiang and Jia Yun have some feelings. Uncle Huan is different from them! For Uncle Huan, others put the knife on the neck and stabbed it in the stomach, and they wanted to resist, not compromise, and to return it. A tooth for a tooth, blood for a blood!

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War is an art, and violence is an aesthetic.

At the corner gate of the east courtyard, there were corpses and wounded people everywhere. The wounded in the Beijing camp were soon carried away by the subordinates of Jiafu as auxiliaries and settled.

A wailing rebel, crawling on the dry grass, his intestines exposed and stained with blood. "Ho", blood rushed out, and a spear was plunged into the throat of the rebels, ending his life.

On the road, there are stumps, severed arms, bloodstains, mixtures of various colors.

Outside the corner gate, in this small area, the white-knuckle battle is raging. Catch the right kid and fight. In the clearing, in the meadow, in the road, in the cloister, in the doorway.

In the corridor, a soldier in the Beijing camp held a knife and hedged against a thief. When the thief's axe was about to slash through his neck, he took the lead and slashed at the rebel's neck. The rain of blood sprayed and spilled his face.

The rebels tumbled out with a mist of blood, most of their necks being severed, and only some flesh and skin were attached. At this time, a chaotic soldier behind the cloister smashed a hammer on the waist of the soldiers in the Beijing camp, "Bang! "There was a loud blow, and the crunching of bones. The soldier couldn't live.

The rebels laughed wildly with their brass hammers, and suddenly, the laughter came to an abrupt end. "Bang!" , a huge blood hole was blasted out of his body, and the white bones were visible. Jia Huan lowered the fire gun with an expressionless face and reloaded the medicine.

Men should kill people, and kill mercilessly.

The appearance of the fire gun made the rebels here invariably kill Jia Huan's side. The existence of the firecracker, in the case of a sneak attack in a white-knuckle battle, no one can prevent it. The main force of the Beijing camp has already entered the center of Mochizuki and chased after the Marquis of Ruyang.

"Whoosh!" Chen Yejun made a move, and a sharp arrow quickly pierced the throat of a rushing rebel. He is a guard in front of the palace, not as powerful as the guard in front of the palace, but he is skilled in bows and horses. Under the protection of the Jia Fu lineup, the arrows were not missed.

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" , and several people were killed in a row.

Joyfully!

Suddenly, two thieves pounced, wearing armor. Mr. Huang held the horse chopping knife in his hand and strode out. At this time, he changed into the iron armor of the death soldiers of the Beijing camp and raised his hand to block. The long knives that blocked the rebels, the sound of the clash of gold and iron, and the sparks flew everywhere.

Huang Zongqi was extremely brave, and the slashing knife was sent forward, poked at the waist of the rebel on the right, and the knife entered the flesh. The rebel immediately screamed and broke his heart. There was a large mouthful of blood in his mouth and he spit it out.

Huang Zongqi drew his sword and turned around, and the horse chopping knife swept a cold light, slashing horizontally at the body of the thief on the left, and the huge force pulled it crooked, and then caught up with a knife. As a result, this thief.

Hearty.

Violence is an aesthetic. White-knuckle combat, cruel, bloody, and full of men's courage and blood.

Kill!

After Jia Huan, Chen Yejun, Huang Zongqi and other new forces joined, the situation in the corner gate was one-sided, and the dozen or so thieves who resisted quickly were wiped out.

At this time, in the backyard of Mochizuki, the sound of fire guns, and the roar of Xie Whale, "Zhao Yu, labor you." The firecracker is given to the labor-capital. "There's a lot going on inside. Xie Whale was scolded by Zhao Yuyin.

However, the situation of the Marquis of Ruyang was not good. He was in Jia Huan's residence at this time, under a corridor in the backyard of Mochizuki's residence, and he no longer had the light wind when he entered Jia's mansion, and his face was gloomy. There were screams all around. Arrows raining down!

He had reached the end of his rope. This result was not surprising to him, as soon as he heard that the crown prince and the Marquis of Xiangyang did not mobilize the Beijing camp with the holy decree, he knew that there was such a day. It's just that he didn't expect it to come so quickly. He hadn't had time to destroy Jiafu yet.

He's not reconciled!

At this time, a personal soldier couldn't withstand the rain of arrows outside, came over and knelt down and said, "Master Hou, let's surrender!" ”

"Fart!" Ruyang Hou took out his short gun and killed his own soldiers with one shot. Rebellion is a great crime, and the nine clans will be punished. Moreover, he led his troops to destroy the palace (Wang Ziteng), can the Son of Heaven spare him? Don't even think about it.

Die here, but also fall at ease. Regardless of the name behind him.

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When Jia Huan arrived with the people from Jiafu, the backyard of Mochizuki was in a mess, and corpses of various shapes were lying in wait.

Xie Whale led the men and horses to surround Zhao Yu, Marquis of Ruyang, in the corridor. He is being persuaded to surrender. A dead Marquis of Ruyang and a living Marquis of Ruyang, for Xie Whale, the credit is not the same.

Zhao Yu was wearing a red official robe, leaning against the pillar in the corridor, holding a horizontal knife to his neck, and laughed: "Xie Whale, you are also the queen of honor." The gate has the pride of the gate. Don't be delusional. Give me a good time! ”

He has been thinking about merging the big mansion of Rongguo Mansion into the Mansion of the Marquis of Ruyang. Unexpectedly, his wish was not fulfilled, but he was going to die here. And he died in the home of Jia Huan, who was very unhappy with him. It's ironic!

"Good!"

Xie Whale was stunned for a moment, he didn't speak, and when he turned around, he saw Jia Huan coming with a hand, holding a delicate short gun in his hand. After thinking about it, he still didn't stop Jia Huan. Jia Huan is the younger brother of Jia Guifei. Most of his credit was: saving Jia Guifei's family.

Zhao Yu was a little surprised, and his expression was a little confused. Anyone who happily agrees to his opponent's request will do so.

"I will fulfill you." Jia Huan only said this sentence, put the fire gun in his hand flat, and shot it at the stomach of Ruyang Marquis Zhao Yu. Neat! He kills people and never likes. Too much nonsense is a common problem for villains in all novels. Then, give people a turnover. He refused to do so.

"Bang!"

There was a sound of fire, and white smoke drifted out. It was accompanied by the screams of the Marquis of Ruyang. Heart-rending, terrible!

As we all know, lead bullets are relatively soft, and after hitting the human body, they often release all the kinetic energy, resulting in a horn-shaped cavity in the human tissue, giving the opponent thousands of injuries and pain. Ruyang Hou rolled on the ground, wailing.

I'll make you pretend.

Jia Huan's face was calm, and the anger in his heart was like thunder, and at this moment, it was finally completely vented like a torrent. If Rongxi Hall is breached, what will happen to Sister Bao, Sister Lin, and the third sister?

When he thought of that kind of scene, his heart had a dark cloud-thick gloom, and he couldn't go away. It makes him unspeakably happy, unspeakably happy, and depressed. His life is only afraid of another moment of peace. Until this moment, he personally bombarded Zhao Yu, Marquis of Ruyang, to death. The clouds slowly dissipated.

Since last night, Jia Huan has come out of his home, deployed the defense of Jiafu, and struggled to survive the attack of the chaotic army. Then, on his own, he made the decision to leave the mansion and go to see Scholar He and persuade him. and then persuaded the Beijing camp to send troops to quell the rebellion. This frightening moment when I returned home. The hardships along the way, how can you feel it when you say it lightly?

The great pain, depressed and left, Jia Huan had not had time to experience the joy of surviving the catastrophe, and a sense of tiredness came up. He didn't rest at all last night, until today. This series of events is extremely exhausting, physical, and mentally exhausting.

At this time, Jia Huan could no longer stand it. The strong will was lifted, there was no danger in Jiafu, and he no longer suppressed the feelings of his body. The feeling of dizziness and dizziness hit. The fire hammer in Jia Huan's hand fell to the ground.

"Third Master."

"Brother Jia."

"Ziyu."