The footsteps and voices of people got closer and closer, and the broken door of the City God Temple was pushed open, followed by several people walking in, followed by the fire fold was ignited, and the temple was lit up.

Wang Feng poked his head out from behind the statue and quietly looked into the temple.

I saw that there were three people and three horsemen in the temple, and the horses were wet and tied to the pillars in the temple, constantly sneezing, shaking their hair, and the rain on their bodies was dripping down. The three young men all held Fan Yang Lia in their hands, and their hair was in a bun and they were wearing red jackets, with shawls on their sleeves and leg guards underneath.

It can be seen from the clothes of the three men that these people seem to be dressed by Song Bing.

Several men put Fan Yangli down against the wall, and they all shook the raindrops on their bodies. A few people cursed in their mouths, smashed the rotten offering table, gathered a pile of firewood, and worked hard for a long time before the fire was made. The thin and tall Song soldiers found a few bricks and stones, laid them for Liu Dutou to sit down, and several people sat in front of the fire and began to roast the fire.

A fat round-faced Song Bing looked around while roasting the fire, and said in his mouth: "Dutou, how can there be so many footprints in this broken temple, has anyone ever been here?"

Wang Feng and the others hurriedly hid just now, the dust on the ground was quite thick, people stepped on it, and the footprints were vertical and horizontal, and there were traces of walking in the temple.

"No fuss! Who would come to this ruined temple in this damn weather!"

The thin and tall Song soldiers were startled at first, then looked at it, and then shook their heads and said: "The Fanzi soldiers are going south, and the people will either flee to the city or to the mountains and forests, who will be here." Are you waiting to be beheaded by Fanzi?"

Wang Feng and Zhai Er glanced at each other, and they were secretly shocked in their hearts, they couldn't imagine that the Jurchen army would come so quickly, and even the land of Gyeonggi would not be spared, and it would become a place where the Jurchen iron horses roamed.

"Why is this thief so cold, people are almost frozen!"

The thin and tall Song Bing continued: "Liu Dutou, you said that these Jurchen fans are too, they have to wave their troops to the south for the New Year, and they will not let people spend a good year." The villain was originally going to Fangzhou to celebrate my father's birthday, but the above had to let people go, and the villain could only survive in this Bianjing City. ”

Liu Dutou said angrily: "Who said no!" Originally, I bought a batch of good wine from Jiankang, and I said that I could make thousands of dollars in the city of Tokyo. It's good now, it's all jammed in the middle of the road. These Jurchen fans!"

"What Liu Dutou said is very true."

The tall and thin Song soldier continued: "Fortunately, the Jurchen Fanzi's Western Route Army failed to cross the Yellow River. Otherwise, the Jurchen Fanzi will be attacked by the two armies, and our brothers will have no place to escape! It's just that on such a cold day, I came out to probe a fart, if I ran into the Jurchen fanzi, the brothers would not even have their lives!"

"Who's to say it isn't!"

Liu Dutou nodded and said: "It's so cold outside, but the Jurchen Fanzi is a leather robe and armor, and he is not afraid at all." These birdmen are not afraid of the cold and the cold, they drink blood, and kill them cruelly, and our brothers are their opponents. In my opinion, our brothers must hurry back to Tokyo City, lest we be poisoned by Fanzi Rangers outside this Tokyo City!"

The two subordinates nodded frequently: "It's true." However, in this ruined temple in the wilderness, on a rainy day, I think the Jurchen Fanzi will not come. ”

Wang Feng couldn't help but shake his head secretly. If the Great Song Dynasty was such an official army, how could it resist the tens of millions of iron horsemen of the Jurchen Fanzi. It is no wonder that in history, when the Jurchen soldiers went south, the Northern Song Dynasty would perish.

Zhai Er's nose touched the dust on the cobweb, and he couldn't help it anymore, so he couldn't help but sneeze out loudly, and even Wang Feng beside him was startled.

The three Song soldiers in the temple were so shocked that they all jumped up. As if facing a great enemy, they took a few steps back, stood in a row, and drew out the long knives on their waists to protect them in front of them, and Liu Dutou, who was the leader, turned even pale, and shouted in shock: "Yes...... Whoever is hiding inside, hurry up and get out of ...... Come out, the province has become a ghost under the knife!"

Wang Feng and Zhai Er were helpless and walked out from behind the statue. Zhai Er arched his hand and said with a smile: "A few military masters, villains, etc. are the people of Henan Mansion, because they missed the stay, so they live here, and I hope that a few military masters will forgive me!"

Seeing the two people in front of them wearing black cloth cotton jackets and headless heads, they were indeed the people of the Song Dynasty, and several Song soldiers were relieved. The two Song soldiers put away their knives and prepared to insert them back into the scabbard at their waists.

Liu Dutou, who was the leader, was a person with seven tricks, he looked at Wang Feng and the others, his eyes rolled, his horse's face immediately stiffened, and he said sharply: "What are the people of Henan Mansion, in my opinion, you two are the fine works of the Jurchen Fanzi, otherwise why do you grow so majestic, and the rainy world appears in this wild deserted temple?"

The fat Song Bing was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help blurting out: "Liu Dutou, these two people obviously have the accent of Henan Mansion, and they both have buns, it shouldn't be the fine work of Jurchen Fanzi, I'm afraid it's not a mistake, right?"

Hearing Liu Dutou say this, another thin-faced Song Bing shook his head and immediately said, "Brother Ban, what Liu Dutou said is good. I think these two people are the fine works of Jurchen fans. Kill the two men and cut off the heads of both of them, so that they can go back and ask Commander Li for credit. ”

Without waiting for Wang Feng and Zhai Er to react, the thin and tall Song soldier had already picked up the long knife and slashed down at Wang Feng, while Liu Dutou was also holding a steel knife, and viciously pounced on Wang Feng from the side, heading straight for Wang Feng.

These two people also saw that Wang Feng was tall and had long arms, and wanted to deal with him first, and then deal with Zhai Er.

Zhai Er was about to shout loudly and ask Wang Feng to be careful, but he saw that the always cowardly Wang fool did not retreat but advanced, stepped forward quickly, and slapped an elbow on the face of the oncoming thin and tall Song soldier.

The thin and tall Song soldier was caught off guard, and he was hit the left side of his face, and he fell to the ground with a "bang", falling heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust, and the steel knife also came out of his hand.

Wang Feng hurriedly went up again, took advantage of the momentum, and the thin and tall Song soldier was hit in the chest and feet, screamed, flew out, hit the wall heavily, and couldn't get up again.

Dust poured down from the beams, and Wang Feng's attack had already dodged Liu Dutou's steel knife. Liu Dutou was taken aback, and when he saw Zhai Er in front of him, he didn't have time to think, so he swung his knife and slashed at him.

Zhai Er had no choice but to take a step back, avoiding Liu Dutou's steel knife. He is a man who practices martial arts every day, how can Liu Dutou, a character who is soaked in bones in the gentle township, be able to cut him.

Seeing that Wang Feng solved his subordinates with one move, Liu Dutou felt weak in his heart. I thought I could kill the good and risk the merits, mixed some silver, but who knew that I ran into hard stubble.

"Straight thief, hurry up!"

Liu Dutou urged the pale-faced fat accomplice beside him, and before he could cut out the second knife, Wang Feng had already taken a few steps in front of him. Wang Feng jumped up and slammed into Liu Du's head like lightning.

Liu Dutou, like the thin and tall Song Bing, was also vulnerable, and fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust, and howling heavily.

Zhai Er stood in place, his eyes widening.

Wang Feng's movements are extremely fast, explosive, powerful, and full of violent aesthetics.

After a while, Zhai Er suddenly lost and reacted. He applauded loudly: "Erlang, good means!" When will you teach my brother two tricks?"

The fat Song soldier stood in the temple, his face was like ashes, and the fire shone on his face, and the light could be seen. He put his hand on the handle of the knife, his body trembled, and he didn't move, just looking at Wang Feng and the others.

Zhai Er's face turned pale, and he said hatefully: "These birds, when they meet the Jurchen fanzi, they will run away, and when they meet the people, they will kill the good and take the risk, like a wolf and a tiger, what is the use of such a soldier!"

Zhai Er picked up the steel knife on the ground, and stabbed it into the heart of Liu Dutou who was lying on the ground.

Liu Dutou couldn't avoid it, blood flowed out of his mouth, his eyes opened wide, and he slowly stopped breathing.

"Mother!"

The fat Song Bing took a few steps back and sat on the ground with a plop.

Wang Feng couldn't help but gasp, he couldn't imagine that this Zhai Er was short and strong, with a big head and a short neck, but his personality was so violent!

Every time you slaughter more dogs, most of them are readers. Only these loyal and brave warriors can resist the wolf-like Jurchen fanzi.

Zhai Er ignored the fat Song soldier who was pale and trembling, stepped forward quickly, and slashed the tall and thin Song soldier who was struggling to stand up and wanted to escape, followed by a few knives, and ended up with the life of the tall and thin Song soldier.

"Erlang, let's move the corpse away."

Zhai Er said nonchalantly. Wang Feng stepped forward and, together with Zhai Er, dragged the corpses of the two Song soldiers behind the statues. Until the two came out, the fat Song Bing was still sitting on the ground, his face was pale, and he didn't dare to make a sound.

"Second Brother Zhai, for the sake of the gods in the temple, don't hurt his life."

Wang Feng said to Zhai Er, who had a gloomy face. These angry eyes in the temple, under the swaying of the firelight, are indeed terrifying.

Zhai Er nodded, pointed at the fat Song Bing with a pale face, and said angrily: "You guy, tell your Shangguan when you go back, just say that these two dog thieves were killed by Jurchen fans." It's not my brother who persuaded me, otherwise Grandpa, I will never show mercy today! Now that the Jurchen Fanzi are surrounding Bianjing City and doing evil deeds outside the city, after you go back, you will also kill more Jurchen Fanzi, and you must not harm the people, do you remember?"

The fat Song soldier got up from the ground, sweat trickled out of his forehead, he was bold, hugged his fists and said: "The hero is good, the villain admires." The villain and Liu Dutou are not all the way. Today's matter, the villain will never reveal half a point, and the two strong men can rest assured. The two strong men take care and leave here. ”

Zhai Er saw that the fat Song Bing's eyes flickered, and the murderous intent appeared in his heart, and he was about to move forward.

Wang Feng stepped forward and stopped him, shaking his head slightly.

He didn't want to be so murderous, he had already changed his life. Besides, the Jin people are going south in the future, the mountains and rivers are broken and scattered, and the lives of people in the troubled world are like mustard, who will care about trivial matters such as killing people in two people.

Zhai Er was helpless, the steel knife pointed at the fat Song Bing, and said indignantly: "If it weren't for the fact that you have a bit of conscience, I would have cut off your dog's head today." Don't get out of here! ”

The fat Song Bing was submissive and nodded frequently. He saw that the sound of the rain outside the temple had become soothing, so he took his lean horse, quickly walked out of the temple, stepped on the war horse, and left in the rain.

Wang Feng and the others cleaned up the blood stains in the temple, but fortunately, the dust in the temple was quite thick, and it was late at night, so they couldn't see why. Zhai Er went over, groped around with the two skinny war horses left behind, and took out a few pieces of broken silver, a short knife, some cooked beef, and a bag of fruit wine, just enough to satisfy his stomach.