The moment he took off his gun jacket and revealed the shiny gun head, Zhang Wei on horseback squinted his eyes, and then straightened his waist, and the whole person was like an iron gun in his hand, silent, cold, like the wind in Liangzhou.

It's pervasive, and it's chilling.

Zhang Wei carried the gun in his hand, tied the reins of the horse to the saddle, repositioned his feet in the stirrups, and then gently pumped the horse's buttocks with the barrel of the gun.

The horse snorted, raised its head, shook its mane, opened its hooves, and began to run.

Zhang Wei looked straight ahead, staring closely at the bow-wielding riding slave. Still holding a pistol, hidden behind him.

Looking at each other, the riding slave with a bow and arrow suddenly panicked. It wasn't until the two companions began to kick the horse and accelerate, one forward and one behind, one left and one right, galloping towards Zhang Wei that he reacted, pulled his bow suddenly, and then released the string.

"Hum-" The bowstring vibrate, the feather arrow left the string, and sped away from the two knights, heading straight for Zhang Weimian's door.

Zhang Wei bowed down and gently slapped the horse's buttocks with the barrel of the gun again. Feathered arrows flew two feet above his head. The horse sped up again, its hooves flying, kicking up countless grass clippings and mud.

The riding slave cursed to himself, and drew his bow again and released the arrow. This time, he released two arrows in a row and shot them at the chests of Zhang Wei and the war horse.

His companion was already less than ten steps away from Zhang Wei, raised the long knife in his hand, kicked the horse to speed up, one left and one right, and struck in the middle.

The horse ran at full speed, and its hooves soared into the air.

Zhang Wei raised his gun, and the iron spear five feet long drew half a circle, knocked away the two arrows that shot in front of him, and then pointed at the opponent on the left. Seeing that the situation was not good, the riding slave shouted loudly, swung his knife and slashed, and at the same time turned sideways to avoid it.

Swords and guns intersected, and there was a crisp sound of "dang", and sparks splashed everywhere.

The body of the spear was like a python, and it suddenly turned in one direction and pierced at another riding slave. The riding slave thought that the target of Zhang Wei's first attack was his companion, and it was a good opportunity to kill Zhang Wei with a knife, and the knife was held high in his right hand, and the empty door under his ribs was exposed, and he was pierced by Zhang Wei with a shot.

"Poof!" The iron spear entered from the right rib and came out from the back waist, and blood was sprayed.

The riding slave was picked away from the horse, the strength of his body disappeared in an instant, and the long knife fell to the ground, and he did not know where to go.

Zhang Wei shook his wrist, threw out the body of the riding slave, and then pounced on the riding slave holding a bow and arrow. When the riding slave saw Zhang Wei galloping over, he was even more flustered, and shot two arrows in a row, but they all missed.

Zhang Wei didn't give him another chance. The war horse galloped wildly, and in an instant, the gun fell in hand, and picked him under the horse.

The gun was handed over to his right hand, Zhang Wei reached out and grabbed the horse's reins, gradually slowed down, and then turned the horse's head.

The surviving mounted slaves also restrangled their mounts and were looking back. Seeing that the two companions had been killed by Zhang Wei, he was stunned in place, at a loss. He had heard of Zhang Wei's name and knew that this was a very strong opponent, and he didn't dare to have a trace of underestimating the enemy, so the two of them flanked and arranged an archer to cover from a distance.

But they never thought that they still underestimated Zhang Wei's strength. In one round, he killed two people.

The rider's palms were sweaty, and his arms were a little numb. He couldn't help but recall the experience of the fight just now, and couldn't help but suspect that it was a coincidence. It was not Zhang Wei who killed his companion, but his own knife that missed Zhang Wei's iron spear, changed the direction of the iron spear, and happened to stab his companion.

It seems that this can only be explained. His slash was so powerful that no one could keep the stabbing steady and accurate in that situation.

The rider gritted his teeth and kicked the horse again to sped up.

Zhang Wei also began to speed up, still holding a gun in one hand. It wasn't until the horse's head was wrong that he lifted his spear, and the last shot came first, piercing the breastplate of the slave.

"Plop!" The slave fell off his horse, struggled twice on the ground, and then did not move.

Blood gushed out, staining the weeds on the side of the road.

Zhang Wei didn't look back. He slowly reined in his mount, lowered his head, looked at the iron spear in his hand, watched the blood slide down the spine of the snowy spear, and exhaled softly, looking lonely.

——

Half an hour later, Cao Miao caught up with Zhang Wei.

Looking at the three corpses on the ground, Cao Miao praised. "With one enemy and three enemies, you can still win all, filial piety, no wonder you can make a name for yourself in the sheep market."

Zhu Daba, who arrived in advance, sighed. "Prince, Zhang Tou'er has never used this gun. He fought all over the sheep market with a pair of fists. ”

Cao Miao was surprised. "Really? Someday we'll try our hands. ”

Zhang Wei shook his hand again and again. "Prince, don't listen to Zhu Da's nonsense. I can hide in the sheep market, because the brothers give face, and the order is up to the end. If I really have to fight for my life, even if I have eight lives, I will not be able to get out of the sheep market alive. ”

Cao Miao laughed and did not continue the topic. "Wang Ji went east?"

Zhang Wei said: "The real seat of Luoyang Diannong Duwei is east of Xingyang. At the beginning of his tenure, Lieutenant Xiahou was anxious to rectify the scholars near Luoyang, but he didn't care about it. Wang Ji must have planned to go there to go to his old ways, hide for a while, and come back when the turmoil has passed. ”

Cao Miao chuckled twice, full of disdain. He understood Wang Ji's thoughts. Cao Xiu was defeated, the southeast was shaken, and Cao Rong was temporarily unable to take care of the personal grievances between them, let alone stimulate Yanzhou Assassin Wang Chang at such a sensitive time. Even if he wanted to ask, the relevant departments would excuse themselves on the grounds of insufficient evidence. After a while, this matter will be over, at most, the book will be written through the assassin Dragon Tower, in short, it will not involve Wang Ji himself.

If he really died, he would die in vain. Even if his father Cao Zhi wanted to avenge him, he couldn't find a valid reason. It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge. If you really have to wait for ten years, Cao Zhi himself is still not there, and no one dares to say it.

It's a pity that I'm not a gentleman, I'm a villain. I'm not just a villain, I'm also a madman.

The villain takes revenge, from morning till night. The madman takes revenge, and the emperor comes and cuts it the same.

"Chase, so that Wang Ji can't see the sun tomorrow." Cao Miao shouted.

Qingtao reminded: "Prince, there are riding slaves who are good at riding and shooting by Wang Ji's side, so let's put on armor." ”

"You don't need to wear armor, I don't need it." Cao Miao rejected Qingtao's offer. He didn't think that the protagonist's aura shroud was invulnerable, but he was worried that armor would affect his flexibility. A set of iron armor weighed more than ten kilograms, and he asked himself if he could still move freely in iron armor.

He is different from Zhang Wei and others. The martial arts of Zhang Wei and others are battlefield martial arts, and the grasp of strength and timing is the most important factor, and the requirements for flexibility are not very high. Life and death is a moment, and there is no possibility of changing tactics. His martial arts are amusement martial arts, suitable for private fights, and losing flexibility is equivalent to abandoning martial arts.

"It's too dangerous. The stray arrow doesn't have long eyes, in case it hurts the prince......"

"I have Ah Hu." Cao Miao patted Ah Hu's shoulder. Ah Hu has developed rapidly in the past few months, and he is already about the same height as him, and it should not be a problem to grow to more than eight feet in the future. After intensive training, his strength increased dramatically, and his thickened foot guard was as light as a cavalryman's shield in his hand.

Zhang Wei did not persuade again. "Ah Hu, the prince's safety is in your hands."