Chapter 98

  Cheng Dali and six others heard the news and rushed to the city gate in a hurry.

  There were several corpses lying at the city gate, with fresh blood splattered on the city wall. A group of people gathered together, discussing and speculating.

  "Come over and kill someone, one axe will chop the head in two!"

  "These bandits in Hei Tze village are really ruthless, no one dares to provoke them!"

  Blood is splashing in the air, fear is spreading, and Cheng Dalai's fear value is soaring.

  Cheng Darui and several people around him exchanged a glance, and they all understood one thing: The real master has been found!

  "That's Lao Zi's axe!" Cheng Da Lei gritted his teeth with a creaking sound.

  "It's likely that those who killed the entire Jia family were also the ones who framed us." Liu Bei.

  Both sides hid in the city, and the government soldiers launched a massive manhunt. They didn't catch Cheng Dairen's gang, but they forced them out, so they took the risk of breaking out.

  The sound of horseshoes was urgent, and the smoke and dust rose. The crowded crowd at the city gate scattered to make way for a road. It turned out that a team came on horseback, and the militia led by Lu Hong had arrived.

  Cheng Dalai hastily lowered his head, but also stole a glance at Lu Hong. Today, Lu Hong looked handsome in his attire, wearing copper armor and riding on a tall horse, holding an iron rod in his hand. Last time he lost his weapon, it seemed that this time he had forged another one.

  The troops behind him were not wearing uniforms, some wore leather jackets, others wore cotton-padded jackets, and there were also those who held long swords and wore Confucian robes.

  "General Lu, you must return triumphantly, I will be waiting for you."

  "Be careful on your way, Master Zhu!"

  ……

  A red sleeve beckons, a group of beauties emerge from the streets and alleys, their fragrant cosmetics wafting through the air. Their beautiful eyes are moist with unspoken reluctance to part ways.

  "Wait for me to avenge and I'll come to your house to propose!"

  "Zhuzhu, don't worry, today I will definitely kill that dog thief Cheng Dairen!"

  "I know you're a hero, I've never misjudged you!"

  Heroes at the crossroads, sons and daughters share a handkerchief.

  "What is this, a fight or what?"

  "The city has organized a militia of brave and chivalrous men, with the purpose of upholding justice and killing you, this evil person." Xu Shenji.

  Cheng Dali was somewhat speechless, but it wasn't all bad. At this moment, his fear value had grown to 700,000, far exceeding the target he had set when he first arrived in Blackstone City.

  Heishi City has a population of one million, and if each person contributes a little fear value, it can reach one million. After the Jia family was exterminated, most people were terrified, as if they were on the verge of collapse, so Cheng Dairen's fear value continued to rise.

  Wow, righteous young man, congratulations on your fear value approaching one million. When the fear value reaches one million, you can randomly exchange it for a top-quality item 1.

  Suddenly receiving a system prompt, Cheng Dalai was stunned and pondered the matter in his heart. One million terror points can be drawn 110 times, and it is certain to obtain excellent quality 10. So is one hundred ordinary troops plus ten excellent grades worth more, or is one top-quality grade worth more?

  This account is hard to settle.

  At this time, Lu Hong had already led the militia out of the city. The city gate was in a state of chaos, with some people speaking loudly and passionately, others covering their faces and wiping away tears, and still others sighing and lamenting.

  "Big boss, everyone has left!" Xu Shenji shouted.

  "We're leaving too!" Cheng Dairen came back to his senses: "Return my axe!"

  The vast snowy ground, several swift horses galloped wildly, and the old sky sprinkled a few black sesame seeds on the white face. Behind them five miles away was Lu Hong's leading three to five hundred militia.

  This group of people also has everything, with talented scholars who dance and write, strong men who guard the house, hunters who hunt... Underneath them are horses, donkeys, mules... and even cows to ride.

  "Little Prince, when will our people arrive?"

  "It's about time it arrived today." Hu Er Lei rode on horseback, holding a large axe: "Accompany them to play outside the city."

  The vast wilderness was deep in snow, and the horse's speed was slowed down. The pursuing soldiers were getting closer behind him.

  "Red Tiger, let them get closer, give them a show of color."

  "Alright!"

  He took down the iron bow from his back, drew out an iron arrow and placed it on the bowstring. The Red Tiger clamped his legs tightly around the horse's belly, turning his body halfway round on its back.

  Several horsemen slowed down, three miles, two miles... Three hundred steps, two hundred steps... The distance between the two sides was getting shorter and shorter, and they could almost see each other's gun holsters.

  The bow opens like a full moon, and the arrow flies like a meteor. One arrow hits a person's chest, stumbling and falling under the horse.

  Lu Hong took a deep breath and exclaimed, "This person's riding skills are truly exceptional!"

  One hundred paces away, shooting from horseback, he can actually take a person's life with one arrow.

  It's just as the saying goes, these people's riding skills are truly terrifying!

  Can the mountain stronghold of Hamao have such a handsome riding skill? Lu Hong and Cheng Dali had met before, how was the other party's skills, he knew clearly.

  These people are not mountain bandits led by Cheng Dairen, but rather... Rong tribes.

  The Rong tribe was born on horseback, and even a ten-year-old child had incredible riding skills. Lu Hong's heart was suddenly clenched tightly, compared to Cheng Da Lei, the Rong tribe was much more terrifying.

  Several people on horseback drew their bows and shot arrows, none of which missed their mark. The militia fell one after another, a terrifying atmosphere spreading rapidly.

  In the midst of a gallop, Hulunbuir suddenly reined in his horse and came to a stop, his companions also stopping their horses at the same time.

  The technique of controlling horses is truly terrifying!

  The two armies faced each other, about a hundred paces apart.

  "Hey, brave warriors of Beiman, come and have some fun with them!"

  "Let me!" Ye De urged his horse forward, his iron spear held horizontally: "Anyone who doesn't want to live, come quickly and send yourself to death!"

  "Who will go and meet him?"

  "Lu Jiang will be captured soon, let me go and meet him, within three days I must take his head."

  A robust man with a grey horse galloped out of the formation, this man's surname is Zhang and his name is Yong, he is a master of a martial arts school in the city. He excels at using iron spear, many people in the city are his disciples.

  "Master Zhang will take action and surely eliminate this evil villain, ridding the people of harm."

  "Let's see how Master Zhang will show off his horsemanship today."

  Ye De and Zhang Yong have been fighting in one place, with neither able to gain the upper hand. As their horses clashed, Ye De used a move called "hiding in the stirrups" and stabbed Zhang Yong from behind, sending him flying into the air.

  Fresh blood spilled on the snowy ground, also splattered on Yede's body. Yede was covered in blood, riding his horse and laughing loudly.

  "Come on, who else is there!"

  Ye De Lian fought three people in a row, winning every time, but eventually retreated due to exhaustion. This time, Hu Er Lei took the field himself, even more heroic and powerful, wielding an iron axe that shone with a fierce aura, several people fell under his horse one after another.

  This axe is familiar, but the person looks a bit unfamiliar. Of course, this axe in someone else's hands and in Cheng Dairen's hands can't be mentioned in the same breath.

  Could it be that Cheng Da Lei, this evil thief, has colluded with the Rong tribe? Otherwise, how would his axe end up in their hands.

  My heart skipped a beat as a name suddenly popped into my mind.

  "Rong tribe's little prince... Han Di Cang Lang!"

  Huoerlie rode on horseback, blood flowing along the axe blade and dripping onto the ground.

  "It's me, what's wrong?"