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Zhao Hanzhang wiped the blood from his face, leaned against the tree and said, "They went ahead. We are here to stop the pursuers."

She glanced at the people behind him and saw that the one-tenth-length and three-thousand-five-thousand were all fine, but there were a few less familiar faces among the people behind them.

Zhao Qianli followed her gaze and whispered: "We lost five people." Zhao Hanzhang nodded and glanced at the group of people on the side. There were more people, about seventy or eighty people.

Zhao Qianli said: "This is our family's song, and the leader is called Zhao Dian."

He shouted over there, "Zhao Dian, come up."

Zhao Dian immediately ran over. The other party obviously didn't know that Zhao Qianli was going to part ways with them, so he clasped his fists respectfully and said, "Team leader!"

"This is the girl in the mansion, Sanniang." Zhao Qianli introduced him.

Zhao Dian immediately saluted Zhao Hanzhang, "Sanniang."

Zhao Hanzhang nodded, and hurriedly went back to find Wang and Zhao Erlang, and said: "Get ready, let's go after uncle and the others."

Zhao Qianli captured five horses and several weapons.

The weapons were evenly distributed to the troops below. As for the horses, before he had time to arrange them, Zhao Hanzhang had already distributed them evenly to the three and five people with a wave of his hand.

Zhao Dian couldn't help but look over. These people looked like Bubu at first glance, but he had never seen them before, but the clothes they wore also had the mark of the Zhao family.

He had wanted to ask a long time ago, but today he was either running for his life or looking for someone. Now that the master is here, the opportunity couldn't be better, "Sanniang, these people..."

Zhao Hanzhang did not hide anything and said bluntly: "It is a song left to me by my grandfather."

Zhao Dian fell silent.

Zhao Hanzhang's horse was retrieved. After watching the people burying the bodies of the guards, she got on the horse and said, "Let's go. We must catch up with them before dark."

They fought a battle here and stayed for a long time. Most of the steps were without horses and relied on two legs to move quickly, so she thought it would be good to find them before dark, so she ran forward. For more than an hour, they heard the deafening cries and shouts coming from the other side of the mountain.

Zhao Hanzhang and Fu Tinghan looked at each other, kicked the horse in the belly and ran forward to take a look.

As soon as they turned the corner, the two of them saw chaos in front of them. A group of ragged rebels with sticks and swords in their hands were arresting people and grabbing things.

The fleeing people screamed and ran away, but they were caught up before they ran very far. They were hit on the head with a stick, and the other party began to plunder the other party's things, and some even had their clothes stripped off.

Zhao Qianli and Zhao Dian also rode up to catch up. When they saw the people in the wilderness, their expressions changed, "It's the refugee army."

Zhao Hanzhang swept across the rebel army in the wilderness, looked far away, and saw a small figure running towards this side faintly in the distance, which must also be a refugee army.

But not many people were stopped, and the middle and rear parts were probably cut off.

She made a prompt decision, "Go and disperse them, let the people continue to flee, we will fight quickly, we will only disperse them, not fight."

Fu Tinghan was a little nervous, looking around for the best route, and saw several people hiding under a field ridge, as well as fallen carriages and horses.

He was stunned and hurriedly reached out to pull Zhao Hanzhang on the horse next door, "Hanzhang, do you think that is Grandpa Zhao?"

Zhao Hanzhang turned his head to look and saw the fallen coffin beside the field ridge. His pupils shrank. When he saw Wang and others hiding under the field ridge, he was even more frightened.

The refugee army also saw them, and a dozen of them ran towards them. When they saw the young and beautiful Tinghe, their eyes lit up and they immediately reached out to catch her.

Ting He screamed and reached out to push the outstretched hand, accidentally exposing Wang who was protecting him behind him.

Seeing the even more stunning Wang, they directly pulled Tinghe away and went to grab Wang, "If you can sell it at a high price, you can sell it at a high price..."

Wang screamed and kept shrinking back.

Zhao Erlang was protected by her behind him. When he saw them bullying his mother, he screamed angrily and pushed his mother aside. He rushed forward and beat her.

The refugee army did not take Zhao Erlang seriously, so they made fists to fight with him. As soon as their fists touched, the opponent felt like they were hitting the boulder. He let out a cry and his arms went limp.

Zhao Erlang had already pounced on them and hit them on the head and face desperately.

There were more than a dozen people, and anyone who was hit by his fist would immediately feel burning pain. They were so angry that they simply surrounded him and started fighting.

While protecting the Wang family and retreating, Uncle Cheng directed Zhao Cai and the coachman, "Save Erlang quickly, save Erlang quickly..."

Zhao Cai and the coachman were also fighting, but they were only beaten.

When Mrs. Wang saw her son being surrounded and beaten, she couldn't even fight back. She felt sad and angry. She groped randomly on the ground. When she found a stone, she crawled over. No matter who it was, she hit the other person on the head... …

When Zhao Hanzhang saw them, he drew his sword and galloped down the mountain. Zhao Qianli and Zhao Dian were also frightened and led their cavalry to catch up.

Fu Tinghan's riding skills were average, and he was two steps behind. He saw Teacher Zhao, who was riding very fast. He rushed over and picked out someone with one strike. Then he turned around and rushed back, slashing someone with one strike...

Warm blood spurted out, covering the faces of Wang and the refugee army. The refugee army, who was obsessed with beating Zhao Erlang, finally came to their senses and saw Zhao Hanzhang on horseback and the bloody sword in her hand, leaving Zhao Erlang behind. and Wang turned around and ran away.

Zhao Hanzhang didn't let anyone go. He chased after them and killed more than a dozen people together with Zhao Qianli.

The rest of them disturbed the remaining refugee army and drove them all away from the fleeing team. The vast wilderness slowly became quiet. The people who had been constantly frightened silently looked at the fields strewn with corpses, and slowly knelt down. He fell to the ground and cried bitterly.

Zhao Hanzhang jumped off his horse and rushed forward to hug Zhao Erlang. Seeing that although his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, he was not seriously injured. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's okay, it's okay. It's okay."

Wang, who was sitting on her knees on the ground, suddenly burst into tears with a loud "Wow!" She rushed forward and hugged Zhao Hanzhang, patting her back and crying until she was out of breath, "You are disobedient, scream You are disobedient, do you know that we almost died, and I even said not to go, your grandfather, your grandfather..."

She looked around with tears in her eyes. When she saw the coffin lying aside, she cried even louder. She crawled over and hugged the coffin and cried bitterly, "Father, father-in-law, please open your eyes and see, your nephew who killed a thousand swords Leave us alone and leave, and you still give him the title."

Zhao Hanzhang's eyes were also red. Knowing that she was frightened, he rushed forward and hugged her, "I won't go anymore, I won't go anymore, mother, I will turn the coffin over."

Wang was so frightened that she couldn't stop at all and continued to cry with her eyes closed.

Zhao Hanzhang looked at Fu Tinghan helplessly.

Fu Tinghan hurriedly stepped forward, half-knelt in front of her and shouted: "Madam..."

Wang opened her eyes just a slit and saw him. She immediately stopped crying, then started sobbing habitually and stopped crying, "Uncle, oh, it's my uncle."

She hurriedly wiped away her tears, looked at Fu Tinghan, then at Zhao Hanzhang, breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately took his hand and asked, "Did my uncle save Sanniang?"

Fu Tinghan wanted to say no, but Zhao Hanzhang had already responded: "Yes, it was Mr. Fu Dalang who saved me."

Mrs. Wang looked at him with a look of relief and said, "Okay, okay, my uncle is interested. Hurry, lift your grandfather up."

Mrs. Wang finally stopped crying, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Everyone worked together to lift the coffin and put it away.

Zhao Hanzhang then looked around and asked, "Where is Qinggu?"

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