C76 After all I am not a devil

At this moment, all the guests present, including the two young men fighting on the stage, were focused on Xiao Wen, Cai Zongming's dead servant.

After all, killing in public during a banquet, even in a place like the clouds where martial arts prevailed, was a horrifying thing.

As for Xiao Wen, who was being hugged by the legs of a servant that had already turned into a corpse, his face was filled with horror.

Naturally, ever since he had teleported to this world, he had indeed killed someone. A dead person wasn't too scary for him.

However, to him, killing someone was like pulling out a sword, stabbing it into the enemy's body, pulling it out again, and then putting the sword away.

During this process, there wouldn't be a corpse holding onto its own leg, nor would there be a mixture of blood and brain matter flowing around its leg, nor would he see a big hole being smashed into its skull, where brain tissue could clearly be seen.

In any case, this scene that made people go crazy like they were watching a ksuru myth really scared Xiao Wen.

However, as an old spy, Cai Zhaozheng was unperturbed.

He didn't pay any attention to Xiao Wen and the corpse, but looked at Heshen with a normal expression and asked, "Master Heshen, there is a great difference in status between the two of us. This old man can't bear to see your servant do something so rude to a guest. I hope that you won't make things difficult for this old man for a servant, right? "

His ice-cold gaze seemed to emit a terrifying killing intent. Even He Heshen couldn't help but be startled.

On the side, Xiao Wen felt a lingering fear when he saw Cai Ying's aura erupting. If he and Cai Zongming's aura had clashed back then, Cai Zongming wouldn't have been so anxious to hide his identity, but to hide his aura instead. After the identity was revealed, both sides immediately went back to the negotiation phase. Xiao Wen was afraid of Cai Ying, so he was left speechless.

He Shen, who was sitting on the chairman's seat, was also slightly shocked.

Originally, he thought Cai was just a teacher who was related to the people of Song Dynasty.

Although he might be engaged in shady business just like him in the shadows, he was the Yunzhong County's guardian and a border envoy from the Darkhan Kingdom. On the other hand, the other party was just a teacher in a school. The two were not even on the same level.

However, at this moment, when Cai Zhaozheng killed someone, the aura he exuded was still enough to make He Heshen tremble in fear.

Out of fear, he could only stabilize his emotions.

Looking at Cai Zhen, He Shen smiled and said, "Old sir, you are too serious. You are just a servant. So be it! "Alright, let those servants of my house who don't understand the rules know what kind of disrespectful fate is like."

With that, he asked the other servants to carry the corpses down--Wang Tiezhu's goal had not been achieved, so he definitely could not let this small episode cause the guests to be depressed and feel like leaving.

At this moment, Cai Zhen clasped his hands at He Shen and said, "Sir, I am covered in dirty blood, and Mr. Xiao is also like this. Why don't you take us down to wash up, then continue with the feast?"

"Of course, of course, no problem!" When He Heshen heard Cai's words, he immediately launched three combo attacks.

At this time, if Cai Zhen and Xiao Wen were still on stage, the atmosphere would inevitably be a bit awkward. It was also very difficult for He Heshen to stir up the atmosphere.

They could leave and give themselves a chance to readjust the mood of the guests.

Seeing that the two servants in Heshen Mansion were about to leave with Cai Zongming and him, Xiao Wen didn't know what to say.

At this time, Cai Zongming and himself were still allies. Therefore, Xiao Wen felt that it would be better to follow Cai Zhen.

Furthermore, the brain and blood on his pants …

Ugh ~

By the time Xiao Wen and Cai Zheng arrived at the bathroom of Heshen Mansion, the intense battle outside the city had already reached its climax.

At this moment, the leader of the Manchu Manchu constables who was fighting against Zhang Weiyang was overwhelmed with shock.

In fact, he had never felt such despair, not even when he faced Guan Ning's cavalry of steel, nor when he faced Genghis Khan's army of cowards.

At first, when he saw that the enemy troops were all unarmored, carrying short swords in their hands, and there was only one horse, he could not help but laugh.

Even when he was plundering the Mongolian tribes on the prairie and killing their herdsmen, he had never seen such a crude cavalry unit.

One man, one horse, no matter how poor the Mongol tribes were, they would not be so shabby. After all, it was very difficult for a horse to survive a high intensity battle.

The combination of a Zhanmadao and a person rendered others speechless. After all, riding a lance was a very useful weapon in cavalry battles. Even the grassland herdsmen, who did not possess enough weapons, would tie sharp stones to their wooden poles and use them as javelins for charging.

As for the simple clothes made of sackcloth, their defensive capabilities were not even comparable to the clothes made of the fur of the herdsmen.

"I don't even want to fight this kind of army. Are the Chinese planning to send simple armies to fight us and laugh us to death? If that's the case, they almost succeeded. "

He felt that whether it was him or the other cavalry soldiers, they would not be able to muster up any energy, so he helplessly made a decision.

He ordered, "This cavalryman is simply too weak. Even if we kill all of them, it won't be difficult. So, do your best to let them live, and bring them back to be slaves. "

In his eyes, those farmers in the south should live as slaves. Like the Zhou dynasty, which ruled the farmers hundreds of years ago, the peasants were treated like slaves.

At the start of the charge, the high-ranking officer leading the charge held a lance in his hand as he looked at the fellows who were not even as good as the herdsmen.

"They really are laymen. They actually didn't disperse even when they were charging. They just charged like that with a cavalry distance between them. Did they not know that if they could not use their attacks, the martial arts of the cavalry would not be displayed? In this way, even the strongest cavalrymen with martial arts are just trash! "

But...

Wait!

The moment he came into contact with these Chinese cavalry soldiers, the high-ranking officer realized that something was wrong.

Although these Chinese cavalry soldiers were packed in formation, they were unable to display the martial arts of their mounts. But at the same time, the Eight Flag Cavalry that was trying to hedge against them couldn't do much either.

Throwing a spear to draw a person? In the face of such a dense crowd, it was difficult for him to even lift his spear.

Hiding in the belly of a horse? He knew that if he dared to do so, he would be killed by the horse in front of him before he could even get down to the belly of the horse.

Dragging a man off his horse? He had seen a soldier do this not far away, but he had been dragged off his horse by the other members of the Han Cavalry Alliance.

"This is too scary. What kind of demonic magic did these cavalrymen use? They clearly made all sorts of mistakes in common sense, but they still managed to beat us to such a state."

"Disperse, run, and play riding with these Chinese people!" This high-ranking officer shouted to the remaining half of his underlings after the first charge.

Riding a spear was the skill of the Eight Banners Steel Cavalry.

In this world, how many heavy cavalry soldiers were killed by their arrows?

What's more, these cavalry soldiers were only wearing cloth clothing, it would not be easy to kill them.

What they didn't know, however, was that they wanted to fly a kite that Han rode? That was if they could outrun the Chinese cavalry when shooting arrows.