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Carrying a Mo knife more than one person high, he trudged with difficulty. The wind in the mountains was strong, but because of the sound of fighting in the wind, Zongheng not only failed to feel a little cool, but became more and more anxious.

"Damn Chu Bingfan! Damn Xu Ziang! You two dogs hurt people with secret arrows, and you are in vain! You must not fall into the hands of Lao Tzu, otherwise, Lao Tzu will definitely peel you two sluts and cramp, debone and boil oil, and break the corpse into thousands of pieces! While struggling forward, Zongheng recited words, arranging countless cruel ways to die for Chu and Xu.

The sharp pain from the wound in his chest made it even more difficult for Zongheng to walk. Along the way, he had the idea of lying down on the spot several times, but he restrained him with anger and perseverance.

Zongheng is not a world-famous martial arts master, but a bandit leader who was born as a small Mo sword general. But he has a skill that is not known to ordinary people but is different from ordinary people - as long as he is angry, his body will undergo very strange changes, whether it is physical strength, physical agility, five senses agility or self-healing ability, it will be greatly improved. Moreover, the more intense the anger, the more pronounced this increase becomes. In other words, as long as he is angry, he does not become like a person.

It is with this ability that in the Anshi Rebellion for eight consecutive years, Zongheng Fang was able to stand at the head of the imperial court military formation as a Mo Dao general, experienced more than a thousand wars, and fought tens of thousands of miles on the battlefield, and finally survived with all his beards.

Although he had arranged no less than one hundred and eight ways to die for Chu Bingfan and Xu Ziang in his heart, Zongheng knew that even if he was not injured, he would not be the opponent of either Chu Bingfan or Xu Ziang in a single fight—even if he was in a state of rage.

These two people, one is the current saint daughter of Cihang Pudu Sect, the leader of Buddhism in the world, and the other is the personal disciple of the authentic Northern Heavenly Master of the Central Plains Taoism, and they are both the world's top masters who have practiced divine skills since childhood. Since their debut, these two people have walked the rivers and lakes with swords, leveling the north and south groups, and they are famous and praised by everyone, and they are proud of the world's heroes. And what about him? It's just an ordinary martial artist who knows some superficial outer door fist and foot kung fu. He could neither practice qi nor supernatural skills, but relied only on his natural supernatural endowment and the experience accumulated from years of battlefield fighting, as well as a group of his brothers who were strictly trained according to military law.

To this day, Zongheng still can't figure it out. He just built a small cottage in the three thousand miles of Qinling, neither robbing houses nor rebelling, and when he built the village, he deliberately stayed away from the famous cities and counties, and the key places of thoroughfare, all he wanted was to take a group of villagers and elders and Pao Ze brothers to find a place to escape from the harsh government and live in peace, why did Chu Bingfan and Xu Ziang, the two self-proclaimed chivalrous guys, refuse to let him go? Not only did he come to the door in person, but he also pretended to pay a visit, and when he was kind enough to set up a banquet, he suddenly drew his sword and assassinated him?

Thinking of that day, those close brothers who sacrificed their lives to save his life from the swords of Chu and Xu, Zongheng's heart hurt as if they were dripping blood. The wound pierced by Chu Bingfan's sword was even more painful and swollen. Zongheng felt that his right lung was like a pig's urine bubble, and he was being poured into it with force, and he saw that it was swelling more and more, and it was about to explode, but he couldn't find the slightest catharsis, and he was so stuffy that he wanted to go crazy.

Incomprehension, irritability, and hatred have become the main driving force to support the completion of the ten-mile rugged mountain road from Houzhai to Qianzhai.

Zongheng didn't deliberately control his emotions, he knew that he was too badly injured and needed to use these emotions to mobilize his body's potential to repair the severely damaged wounds. These days, if it weren't for this anger support, he would have died like an ordinary person, where would he still be alive today?

"Those two sluts would never have imagined that your grandfather would not only not die after receiving a sword from you, but would also be able to run out to find trouble with you, right?" Thinking of how Chu Bingfan and Xu Ziang would show surprised expressions when they saw him appear on the battlefield, Zongheng just wanted to laugh a few times. It's just that he already has a rugged face full of beard, and his facial features are even more distorted by pain and resentment, which makes his smile look particularly hideous, even a little terrifying.

The purpose of building a cottage is not to be a king, so at the beginning of its establishment, it did not think of giving the cottage a resounding name. But he once relied on his own martial courage on the battlefield to break through the famous nickname of "Black Tiger General", so some people simply borrowed the vertical and horizontal nickname for convenience, and called the cottage "Black Tiger Village". Over time, this name can be regarded as solid.

"Black Tiger Village" is called a village, which is actually divided into two villages. The front village is located in the middle of the mountainside of an unnamed hill, there is a natural cliff that is three or four zhang wide and more than 100 zhang deep in front of the walled door, which is the most easy to defend and difficult to attack. Houzhai is located in a valley, ten miles away from Qianzhai, only connected by a ridge path. The entire village is deep in the Qinling Mountains, and the traffic with the outside world depends on a wooden bridge built on the cliff of the former village.

It is precisely by virtue of such a favorable terrain that the "Black Tiger Village" has experienced several attacks and suppressions organized by the official army and the militia in the past five years since its establishment, but it has been able to win a complete victory with few casualties.

But this time it was different. On the third day after Zongheng was assassinated and seriously injured, a large number of Hui troops appeared in front of the "Black Tiger Village". For these Hui people, Zongheng knows nothing more. At the beginning, in order to quell the Anshi Rebellion, the imperial court borrowed troops from the Hui to help suppress them, and fought side by side with the Hui people more than once. It stands to reason that Zongheng and the Hui people have a friendship with each other, and they should be friendly. But Zongheng hated these barbarians from the bottom of his bones, and even regarded them as something worse than An Lushan and Shi Siming's rebels. There is no other reason than that these Uighurs did not fight to relieve the people, but to plunder wealth and women. More than once I have seen the cities recovered by the imperial court, the people are ruined, and the women are miserable and do these evil deeds that are indignant to the gods, although there are rebels and scum in the official army, but more are those Hui robbers who are under the banner of "carrying the country with nostalgia" for the Tang Emperor.

When Zongheng knew that the main force involved in the encirclement and suppression of the "Black Tiger Village" this time was actually the Hui people, it was already the fifth day after he was assassinated. These days, he has been recuperating from his injuries in Houzhai. Those who stayed with him in the back village were the old and weak women and children in the whole village except for the adult men.

In order to allow Zongheng to recuperate from his injuries with peace of mind, everyone in the village, including Zongheng's wife Youning, tried to hide the news of the Hui people's participation in the attack from him. only told him that there were officers and soldiers attacking. Originally, with the record of "Black Tiger Village", Zongheng did not have too many doubts and worries. It wasn't until today that he realized that the young descendants of Houzhai who had not yet reached the age of twenty-one were also quietly transferred to Qianzhai that he realized that the battle situation was critical.

These young descendants are the last living force of the "Black Tiger Village" and the hope for the future of the "Black Tiger Village". Even they have to fight on the front line, which means that the war has reached the moment of the last fight.

Thinking of the tragic things that will happen to those Hui people who are like jackals once they break through the cottage, how can Zongheng, as the lord of a village, still sit still? Ignoring the obstruction of others, he put on a black battle armor, lifted the Mo knife, and rushed to Qianzhai alone without hesitation, refusing the support and accompaniment of others.

Zongheng used the Mo knife as a staff, and finally climbed to the top of the nameless hill where the Qianzhai is located. At this time, more than half an hour had passed since he set off. In the past, he walked like a fly, and he only needed a cup of tea to complete such a mountain road.

When he panted and looked from the top of the mountain to the mountainside, he couldn't help but be so shocked by the tragic battle in front of him that he almost lost his breath.

What did he see?

The one-person high stone wall built along the cliff in the front village has been broken through a gap of more than one zhang wide, a temporary bridge built with crude logs is built on both sides of the cliff, and a group of fierce Hui soldiers holding scimitars screamed and stepped across the bridge to rush into the breach of the wall, and fought with the men of the Black Tiger Village in different colors.

Although the people of the Black Tiger Village have practiced a good skill in the army under the leadership of Zongheng over the years, their number is in the minority compared with the steady stream of Hui people. In the face of a group of Hui soldiers who rushed over one after another, they could only rely on the desperate courage of fighting against the water and the familiarity with the terrain in the village. Zongheng knew that if the battle continued like this, it would not take half a day for the entire Qianzhai to completely fall into the hands of the enemy. At that time, the old and weak women and children hiding in the back village will completely become turtles in the urn, and they can only be slaughtered.

"Burn the bridge! Why don't you set fire to the bridge?! "Vertical and horizontal on the top of the mountain jumped straight to the feet. He could clearly see that the wooden bridge originally built by the Black Tiger Village had long been burned to ashes, leaving only a few blackened bridge piles on both sides of the cliff. But since they knew that the original wooden bridge would be burned, why didn't they burn the newly built bridge by the officers and soldiers? Zongheng remembers that when he first arranged the defense of Qianzhai, he hid some clay pots mixed with fire oil and sulfur in various places where bridges could be easily built. At present, although the Erlang who are fighting in the front village have been defeated, the entire front is staggered, and many people are not very far from the new bridge. But why don't they do that? Is there something strange that he doesn't know?