I'm a Buddhist foster child

Pay attention, and immediately ordered the crossbowman to shoot and kill, Yang Jian squinted and said: "Go to the tower, hurry up!"

Everyone rushed up the tower quickly, and it turned out that Wan Guiyuzhi was directing the crossbowmen. Wan Guiyuzhi watched them come up and refused to let the crossbowmen stop shooting. Instead, he shouted: "Quick! Let the arrows go! No one will be left behind!"

Yang Jian said in a deep voice: "Call the gold immediately, stop shooting arrows!"

Yang Jian's face was not burly or bearded at all, he looked gentle and elegant. Now that he had scars on his face and his long hair was loose, he looked even less threatening.Wan Yuzhi dismissed it, and said sophistry: "Qi thief and our army are inseparable. The soldiers under him wish they could peel off the Qi thief's skin and gnaw the Qi thief's bones. Even if I, the general, give orders, the soldiers will not be killed. If your eyes are red, you may not be able to listen!"

"Really?" Yang Jian didn't talk nonsense with him, but just smiled faintly, then gently put the little bun on the ground, and took two steps forward, under Wan Yuzhi's surprised gaze, Yang Jian suddenly Stretching out his hand, he grabbed Wan Gui Yuzhi's neck.

"Bang!!"

"Ahhhh-"

With a soft sound and Wan Yuzhi's scream, Yang Jian grabbed Wan Yingyuzhi's neck and slammed it back hard. Wan Yingyuzhi felt that half of his body was in the air, and almost flew out of the tower. He grabbed his hands in a hurry and shouted: "No...don't let go!!"

Whenever Yang Jian's grip loosened even a little bit, Wan Yu Yuzhi would definitely fall off the tower and be smashed to pieces.

Yang Jian's eyes were bloodshot, and the corners of his lips were stained with dried blood. The smile on his face was still very gentle and friendly, and he said faintly: "Now...your soldiers, are you willing to obey your orders?"

"Listen! Listen, listen!" Wan Yuzhi didn't dare to be stubborn, and shouted: "Ming Jin!! No one is allowed to shoot arrows! No one is allowed to shoot arrows—"

The embarrassing soldiers looked at each other in blank dismay, and immediately put down their bows and crossbows, only then did the rain of arrows subside.

Yang Jian sneered, "Boom!" Throwing Wan Yuzhi aside like throwing trash, without even looking at it.

Yang Jian stood on the tower and looked down. The Qi army was a little flustered because the arrow had just been released, but Yang Jian stopped it in time, and there was no serious problem.

When he looked down, King Lanling happened to look up. Although the tower was high, both of them knew that they had met eyes.

Yang Jian twitched the corners of his lips, put his hands together, and said loudly, "fourth brother, one day you really can't get along in Qidi, and I won't remember your revenge for my brother. You can just come here for my brother. I will still open my chest to you."

King Lanling's eyes moved slightly, and he narrowed his eyes and replied coldly: "General Zhenjun, don't worry, I won't die."

"Hey," Yang Jian smiled softly, clasped his hands together and shouted loudly, and said in a voice that could be heard inside and outside Tongguan: "Don't talk so full about everything, there are people who can talk so full in this world! , only as a brother.”

King Lanling gave a disdainful smile and said, "Because of your clever calculations?"

Yang Jian shook his head, solemnly, and shouted in a proud voice: "No, no, because my brother's face is thick enough, and I'm not afraid of being slapped in the face."