"Knock knock".

The sound of bangzi in the dark night was particularly harsh, accompanied by the "clang" sound of bows and crossbows shooting through the air, and the "clang" sound of soldiers and irons intersecting.

Lu Deliang was in Suimu Military Town at this time, searching all night long, he also felt very tired, but he didn't dare to relax in the slightest, there were more than 1,000 people under his command, and now there are less than 700 people left.

He already looked down on those people in the rivers and lakes, and he still suffered heavy losses, and more than 20 of the more than 100 people who rushed to the capital were under his hands, and he still couldn't make a good arrangement for a while, so the whole encirclement and suppression seemed a little scattered.

Although these suddenly inserted masters were very good at suppressing the impact of those brave and reckless men, they were still a little weak after all. In the case of unequal combat power between the enemy and us. If you are desperate over there, I am afraid that this side will let the enemy go straight to the heart.

The plan has deviated a little from He Lixing's prediction to the point where it has reached the point, and what Lu Deliang didn't expect was that those masters were still dividing their troops, mostly in groups of more than a dozen people, and they were attacking the layers of defense under their subordinates in Suimu Town in batches.

As if those people were tireless, wave after wave, making people overwhelmed, Lu Deliang sighed and said to the deputy general on the side: "They have all begun to bypass Suimu, and our ambush has also been seen through, and now they have begun to know that there are many masters in our encirclement and suppression, and now they are already avoiding our main army and want to make a detour to attack the Nameless Mountain." ”

The lieutenant general, who was much younger than him, shook his head lightly and said, "No, if they take a detour, they will definitely not be able to catch up with Nameless Mountain tomorrow morning!"

Lu Deliang still sighed, he felt a little unbearable in his heart, most of his subordinates were brothers who had followed him for many years, if he really wanted to resist those martial arts masters, he knew that the remaining six hundred people would be killed and injured.

Lu Deliang didn't know Chen Jingcang's position, if something happened to him, these people were afraid that there would be no good end, but he kept watching these former brothers die miserably in front of him one by one, how could he not have the slightest resentment in his heart, so he has always only restrained the impact of the alliance of these rushing Jianghu masters, and has never really fought with those people regardless of the death or injury.

Except for the dead soldiers who were sent to charge the battle before, it seems that every Jianghu squad has become more difficult now.

The other party.

In the Jianghu team, Sun Zhitao was one of the people who participated in the siege this time. And one of the slightly famous assassins, he knew what kind of life he was going to have in the future since he was brought into the sect by his master, and he did not regret it in the slightest.

His division is specifically responsible for the assassination of the forces of the stream, a sect with a bad reputation in the rivers and lakes, this time Sun Zhitao received the task of assassinating the prince of a country, this is the largest order received by Sun Zhitao since he came out of the division, as an assassin, although some are not used to many people joining forces to besiege and kill, but his master told him that this is an action that has been secretly funded by the sect forces, in fact, hearing that it is the assassination of the prince of a country, Sun Zhitao was a little flustered at the time, his biggest list since his debut is to receive the assassination of a big official from the fourth grade。

He didn't even know how he suddenly killed the big official who had a good reputation among the people.

He just knew that when he took over the task, then killing that person should be what he should do, and that assassination was not a thrill, although he was shot through the shoulder by a guard during that assassination, it was also considered a thrilling situation.

Since Sun Zhitao's debut, he has received no less than 50 tasks, but fortunately, except for a few occasional tasks that are too dangerous, he simply gave up, and many of them have been completed very well. The tasks over the years have also saved a lot of money, if you stop at this time, you should also be able to go to the prosperous Jiangnan to buy a good house, in fact, Sun Zhitao already has the idea of closing after taking a big business, because in the second half of his life, he can't just live in that house.

The business he took this time was the highest bounty he had ever given since he became an Assassin, a full thousand taels of gold. He was a little moved, and his master, although he had also received some assassination missions sporadically over the years, the frequency was already very low, and he was afraid that he would never receive a bounty in another two years.

In Sun Zhitao's memory, he should be a little beggar who was ridiculed and angry on the street, and the master who now seems to be unable to lift the thirty-pound nine-ring knife took himself up the mountain. For the master who taught him martial arts, he was grateful in his heart, and he also thought that he would be able to send his master to the end of his filial piety in the future. Although he knew that the business was dangerous, there could be more terrible than dying on the street at any moment.

He has been working hard, training hard, trying to kill people, and finally making a name for himself.

"After this business is done, I will stop and go to Jiangnan to buy a house, and I have to take away Luo Niang from Yuyun Building, who I have never been willing to redeem her. Sun Zhitao was thinking about these strange ideas that were a bit messy at this time.

His arms were already a little weak, and such a task was much more difficult than his own assassination.

In the eyes of the soldiers who rushed to kill, Sun Zhitao also saw a deep fear, and even he would think about why he wanted to kill the prince of a country, Sun Zhitao had never heard the name Chen Jingcang, and he had no festivals and hatred, but someone paid for his life, so he came.

Sun Zhitao cut off the arm of a soldier with a knife, turned sideways to avoid the arrow crossbow that had been angled, he moved his arm, glanced at the long knife that was already a little curled, and he rushed into the crowd again.

Sun Zhitao, with many years of rich experience in fighting against people, is particularly strong in the fighting army, most of these armor soldiers are stronger than ordinary croppers, and they really can't play a good role in front of him, what he needs to worry about is only those who hide in the shadows, looking for their flaws.

The corners of Sun Zhitao's mouth suddenly hooked, and he turned sideways suddenly, and suddenly a sharp long sword stabbed him, the position of the long sword stabbed was very inconspicuous, it was the blind corner of his eyes, and a woman holding a long sword suddenly appeared in the corner, the woman did not have the slightest nonsense, and rushed up with the sword. Sun Zhitao shook the big knife in his hand and stepped forward suddenly, after a move, Sun Zhitao felt that the woman in front of him was not very strong, if he was facing him head-on, Sun Zhitao had the certainty of victory in his heart, but this woman had been walking around the side of the armor soldiers, and had been using the bodies of these armor soldiers to block the attack for himself.

Sun Zhitao's many years of assassin career made him very calm in the face of this female swordsman who had been fighting with him, he knew that this woman would also be tired, and it was unlikely that he would kill her by himself in terms of speed, but he was waiting for an opportunity, a chance to kill with one blow.

After a few more battles and temptations, finally, he saw that the female swordsman's speed suddenly slowed down, the female swordsman glanced at him, Sun Zhitao smiled: "It's the right time!"

The big knife slashed at the female swordsman who was already weak, the female swordsman wanted to dodge with a short body, how could Sun Zhitao follow the wish of the female swordsman, the long knife slid and slid diagonally, slashing the female swordsman's shoulders obliquely, up to the chest.

The female swordsman also seemed to have expected that she would not be able to dodge this knife, and a small flying sword shot rapidly from her cuff towards Sun Zhitao.

Sun Zhitao hurriedly put away his knife and back, but finally slowed down a little, so he had to stretch out his other arm to block the flying sword that the female swordsman was dying and counterattacking.

The flying sword was blocked by Sun Zhitao as he wished, but there was a pain in his arm, and one arm was exchanged for a life, which was a very cost-effective deal.

Sun Zhitao seemed to see the corners of the female swordsman's mouth slightly upturned, and he also grinned, but the smile on his face stiffened in an instant, and he slashed at the injured arm, and the arm fell in response, and sure enough, the flying sword was quenched with poison.

Sun Zhitao forcibly sealed the meridians on his arm, and he didn't even have time to think about it, so even if he lost an arm and fell disabled, he didn't have the slightest soft-heartedness, and the knife was very neat and crisp.

On the side, a man dressed like a female swordsman attacked again with a long sword, Sun Zhitao did not hesitate at all, holding a knife in his right hand to block the long sword that came from the slam attack, and he was even more desperately pierced through the abdomen by a soldier and kicked the male swordsman in the chest.

After kicking the man away, Sun Zhitao's long knife swept and slashed the stomach of the two armorers who couldn't dodge, and he took advantage of the situation to get out of the battlefield.

His speed was not fast, but the experience of being chased and killed for many years made him quickly get away from those chasing and killing soldiers, he just sat down, took out a bottle of "Little Jin Dan" from his arms, hastily ate a few grains, and then crushed the remaining pills and sprinkled them on the broken arm and the pierced abdomen. Enduring the great pain, he hurriedly got up and fled farther away.

At this time, Sun Zhitao removed the fatigue brought by the middle of the night of the battle, and a feeling of detachment swept over, but he did not dare to pause at all, he knew that if he stopped for half a moment, he would be cut off by the chasing soldiers.

He shook his confused head violently, lifted his spirits again, and left the battlefield.

In a daze, his head was a little uncontrollable, and he saw that in the middle of a dark night, he was curled up on a haystack next to a ruined temple, and the master, who was not as old as he is now, was stretching out a hand to pull himself up and ask, "Would you like to go with me, I can make you no longer bullied." ”

Sun Zhitao's footsteps seemed to be a little faster, he walked forward step by step, and in front of him he saw the woman he liked for a long time, the Luo Niang in the Yuyun Building, the woman was also looking at him not far away, smiling at him, but it was a little far away from him, Sun Zhitao bit the tip of his tongue, and suddenly felt a shock to his spirit, where else was there a master in front of him, Luo Niang, looked down at the somewhat blackened broken arm, he underestimated the toxin quenched on the flying sword.

Sun Zhitao didn't want to die, he hadn't bought a pot of the best wine in Jiangnan for his master, and he hadn't redeemed Luo Niang who was thinking about him, he didn't find that the tip of his tongue had been bitten by himself at this time.

Sun Zhitao still didn't stop, he just knew that one more step, one more step would allow him to escape the battlefield, and one more step would allow him to survive, and he couldn't care about his brain that was eroded by toxins.

He muttered something he didn't understand, he watched the road in front of him get darker and darker, but he didn't dare to stop, he was afraid of such a rainy weather, he felt that the heat in his body was losing little by little, there seemed to be a bright light in front of him, he wanted to lift his steps to catch up, after all, he couldn't lift the leg that seemed to be filled with lead, he fell, one of his hands stretched forward, trying to grab something.

The blow after he fell to the ground restored some hearing to his ears, and there were still the wails in his ears as if he had fled the battlefield, the sound of gold and iron, and what he thought was the sound of death.

Sun Zhitao finally died at the hands of that female swordsman.