Daming: Becoming a Jinyiwei at the beginning

Once the eldest brother dies, the power and influence of the Marquis of Wuqing Mansion will never be the same as before.

"Wait a minute!"

Lin Mang stopped him, and said with a sneer, "Commander Li, if you don't know how to lead troops away from Beijing without permission, what crime should you have?"

God's camp!

These heavy cavalry were clearly from the Shenshu Camp.

Although there are only three hundred riders, these three hundred riders are full of energy and blood, which is absolutely extraordinary.

As long as they are willing to form a battle formation, under the siege, it is enough to kill ordinary warriors with true energy.

Of course, after fighting to the end, how many of the three hundred riders will be left is hard to predict.

It's not that the true qi realm warriors are too weak, but that these heavy cavalry are too strong.

What they wear are all heavy armors made of refined iron that have been tempered for thousands of years, which cannot be broken by ordinary weapons.

In addition, people from Momen have added a lot of special materials, which have the effect of counteracting true energy.

Ten percent of the power falls on the Jiawei, and in the end there may be only half left.

In addition to the strong men cultivated by the imperial court, another killer weapon to hold the rivers and lakes is these heavy cavalry.

Tens of thousands of heavy cavalry formed a battle formation to besiege and kill. Once ordinary martial arts warriors fell into it, they would be slaughtered lambs.

What the court lacks most is people.

If ten people can't do it, it's a hundred people, and if a hundred people can't do it, it's a thousand people!

If thousands of people can't do it, then ten thousand people!

Tens of thousands of soldiers besieged and killed them, even if they were exhausted, they could be exhausted to death.

When a person is finally able to be poor.

Li Wensong narrowed his eyes slightly, and said coldly, "It's not your turn to take care of this matter. The Fifth Army Commander's Office is in charge."

"Oh?" Lin Mang kicked Wu Qinghou's head away, and a playful smile gradually appeared on his face: "So, do you admit that you left Beijing with your own troops?"

"Commander Li!"

The last word fell with a sound like a bell.

From the moment he saw Shenshu Ying, he guessed the identity of the visitor.

Li Wensong, the younger brother of Marquis Wuqing!

This is the only one who can mobilize the soldiers and horses of the Shenshu camp and stand up for Marquis Wuqing.

In terms of seniority, these are all uncles of the one in the palace.

If it wasn't for this, Li Mingcheng's family would have been ransacked and wiped out for the crimes committed by Li Mingcheng.

Some people in this world are different from ordinary people after all.

It was so thousands of years ago, and it will still be so after thousands of years.

The emperor is nothing more than a set of checks and balances of power.

The civil servants are so powerful that they must support the development of the civil servants that are controlled by other forces.

Li Wensong stared at Lin Mang coldly, and said with a sneer, "Why, is Mr. Lin trying to arrest me?"

Lin Mang nodded slightly, pointed at the knife, and said coldly, "Li Wensong left the capital privately with his troops, and was tied up before dismounting, and returned to Beijing for trial!"

The flat sound penetrated the rain curtain and exploded.

Killing a Marquis of Wu Qing is killing, and he doesn't mind having one more commander.

Letting him go today will cause trouble in the future.

He is tired of endless trouble.

The heavy rain slapped on the pitch-black stomach, making soft noises, and the rain continued to drip along the stomach.

The oppressive atmosphere is breathtaking.

The next moment, Li Wensong charged with a red flame horse, armed with a gun.

Horseshoe bursts!

Lightning fast!

The momentum of the guns converged into a long straight line.

At this moment, a roar suddenly sounded from the post station.

At that moment, the red flame horse stopped suddenly as if frightened, and Li Wensong's forward momentum suddenly stopped.

In the night, a domineering figure approached step by step.

"Roar!"

Pixiu bowed his body and let out a low growl at the red flame horse, but he woke up sleepy, obviously just woke up.

Lin Mang raised his eyebrows and chuckled.

I didn't expect that Pixiu's blood pressure is so powerful.

Li Wensong flinched, and said in surprise, "Is this Pixiu?"

Feeling the abnormality of the red flame horse under him, Li Wensong's face was ugly, and he had to jump off the horse's back.

The moment it landed, Li Wensong's spear burst out with dazzling blood.

Gun out like a dragon!

It seems that there is a dragon roaring and coming.

However, at that moment, Lin Mang stepped lightly, and his figure shot out like a white rainbow penetrating the sun.

In an instant, he slashed at Li Wensong with a knife.

"Chong!"

Li Wensong's practice is military skills, and he also practiced the Overlord Spear, focusing on wide opening and closing, using force to suppress people.

But at the moment of this collision, his arm trembled slightly.

A flash of shock flashed in Li Wensong's eyes.

He put away the contempt in his heart.

He was able to serve as the commander of the first guard, naturally not all because of his status as a foreign relative.

People in the army value ability the most, if it is a waste, no one will accept it.

But he didn't expect that he would lose to the opponent in terms of strength.

However, Lin Mang didn't give him any time to be shocked, and slashed at him with his knife.

Continuous battles made his sword skills more and more proficient.

At the same time as he slashed on the iron spear, his chest heaved and he let out a low growl, like the roar of a dragon.

"The Age of Rebirth"

Caught off guard, Li Wensong staggered and took a few steps back.

Li Wensong was shocked.

How many martial arts this kid has cultivated, and all of them are extremely demanding martial arts.

Lin Mang turned the blade and slashed across.

The knife breath cut through the rain curtain.

A knife mark suddenly appeared on Li Wensong's chest.

When the strong fight, sometimes the winner can be determined in an instant.

"Combine!"

Li Wensong was startled and angry, gave a low shout, turned over and jumped on the red flame horse.

In an instant, the auras of the three hundred heavy cavalry merged faintly.

Ride the horse and run wildly!

Li Wensong merged into the cavalry team, and the heavy cavalry began to run wildly in the shape of "Pin".

Lin Mang frowned slightly.

Obviously only three hundred riders, but at this moment, it created a momentum of ten thousand horses galloping together.

Is this the power of battle in the army?

"Knife!"

A silver round wheel flew out of Pixiu's mouth.

The moment Lin Mang reached out to catch it, he threw it flying.

In the darkness, a flash of silver flashed at an extremely fast speed.

The moment Yinlun returned, the traces of blood on the blade dispersed.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

One by one, the heavy armored cavalry rolled down from their horses.

People are protected by heavy armor, but horse legs are not.

The heavy armored cavalry who fell in the front row were quickly trampled by the cavalry behind, and their limbs and arms were scattered all over the ground.

Lin Mang stepped out, and the full moon scimitar in his left hand spun quickly, pouring true energy into it.

The moment the round moon scimitar flew out, it suddenly disappeared, and when it reappeared, it suddenly came behind Li Wensong.

Li Wensong's eyes widened violently.

His body still maintains a forward momentum, but the upper body and lower body have been separated.

"Peng!"

Half of the corpse fell heavily to the ground.

The heavy rain washed away the blood, his body turned sideways, his eyes opened angrily, and he stared at Lin Mang fiercely.

Unwilling, frightened...

Lin Mang held the round moon scimitar, secretly surprised.

This thing is kind of weird.

Although the two weapons are peerless magic weapons, but unlike the Xiuchun knife in his hand, this full moon scimitar seems to be more in line with the trajectory of the vitality of the world.

In the field, the remaining heavy cavalry stayed in place in a daze.

Lin Mang glanced at everyone, and said in a deep voice, "Li Wensong led his troops out of Beijing privately and colluded with the White Lotus Sect. He has now been punished."

"Are you still going to hold back?"

The rest of the heavy cavalry looked at each other, but dropped their weapons helplessly.

Even the boss is dead, and if you resist again, you will really be courting death.

Lin Mang walked towards the station, looked at Tang Qi and the others and asked, "Are you all right?"

Tang Qi hurriedly said, "My lord, it's okay."

Lin Mang nodded slightly, and walked towards the station.

"rest early."

"Go back to Beijing tomorrow morning!"

Looking at the leaving figure, Tang Qi smiled wryly.

My lord...you have such a big heart.

After the death of a marquis and a commander of the guard, how could he still act like a normal person.