"Everyone, lay down your arms now!"

The howling cold wind of the winter night wafted in the streets, and from time to time there were people who were awakened, and when they opened the window and door, they just wanted to curse, and when they saw the galloping war horses and heavily armed soldiers outside, they couldn't help but consciously close the window.

Dong Ping stood on the eaves, looking at the Liao cavalry and infantry that had surrounded him in eight directions, but his eyes did not move at all.

The Liao army, under the command of Wu Yanguang, quickly surrounded Yang Zaixing and Liu Yun, along with Liang Hongyu and Hu Sanniang, in the core.

Looking at the soldiers who were armed to the teeth, Dong Ping's brows were also twisted.

It seems that these people are the most elite soldiers of the Liao State.

Dong Ping clasped his hands in front of his chest, and looked around the thousands of people below with a calm expression, from the armor on their bodies and the weapons in their hands, it could be inferred that they were not even ordinary elites.

"Da Song Zhendonghou, the first master in Shandong, the first martial artist in the Central Plains, and Dong Ping, the two-gun general."

Wu Yanguang jumped down from his horse, pointed the blade of the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in his hand downward, and stabbed it violently.

Hearing only the sound of "pop-click", the painting halberd had been inserted under the marble bricks, Wu Yanguang looked at Dong Ping with his head held high, and said with a sneer: "I have been waiting for your name for a long time, I didn't expect you to dare to send it to the door by yourself, today I finally have the opportunity to compete with you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the nearby soldiers also vigilantly surrounded him, trying to climb up to the roof from the blind spot of Dong Ping's line of sight to surround him.

"Hehe, Wuyan Commander, it's really famous for a long time, it's better to see it."

Dong Ping smiled, lowered his arm, and took a few steps forward, but shocked those who were about to climb.

"Why, so many people are dispatched to welcome you, but you can't afford it." Dong Ping said, as soon as his right leg was forced, the whole person rose into the air, jumped into the street below, and landed smoothly in his breath, and arrived in front of Wu Yanguang.

"Don't move, leave the origin of the Wuyan Army!"

The nearby Liao soldiers swarmed up and aimed their spears at Dong Ping and the others.

Looking at their angry expressions, Dong Ping just spread his hands, laughed twice and said, "Don't be so excited, I just want to advise you a few words."

Wu Yanguang's brows furrowed, he didn't say anything, just stared at Dong Ping with a gloomy face.

The soldiers nearby also had mixed emotions in their hearts, whether they wanted to fight or not, what the hell was Dong Ping doing?

Half a day passed, but Wu Yanguang still waved his hand and motioned for the nearby soldiers to retreat.

"Wuyan Commander, you are really a hero, among the Khitans, I have always heard of your name."

Dong Ping smiled and said in a calm tone: "It's just that if you treat Gao Yu as a dog, you won't be a hero."

In an instant, the nearby Liao soldiers were like a boulder thrown on the ice, and they had already exploded.

"Bastard, hurry up and apologize to Lord Tongjun!"

"Dare to insult our Great Liao Xiongshi, and call your entire clan to death today!"

"Alright, it's all quiet!"

Wu Yanguang waved his hand behind him, motioning for everyone to stop.

Seeing this, those people had no choice but to put down their weapons despite the resentment in their hearts.

"Looks like you don't want to talk calmly."

Wu Yanguang said in a deep voice.

"If the Wuyan army wants to fight, I should accompany me at any time." Dong Ping smiled calmly.

"Okay, you brought it on yourself."

Wu Yanguang sneered: "Everyone, go up together and destroy this arrogant person!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the nearby Liao soldiers could no longer hold back, and roared and charged Dong Ping and his party.

Dong Ping snorted coldly, he had already flown up one leg and kicked straight towards Wu Yanguang's head.

Wu Yanguang's body flashed to the side, and he had already dodged this blow, and immediately, he pulled out the nearby Fang Tian Painting Halberd with his right hand and stabbed at Dong Ping with a thunderous force.

His eyes flickered violently, and Dong Ping didn't dare to despise it, first he fell backwards suddenly, and then kicked out with his right leg, knocking Wu Yanguang's halberd rod a few points skewed.

After standing firm, Dong Ping retreated more than ten steps backwards, reached out with his right hand, took out the gilt gun in his hand, and threw it vigorously in the distance, the target was Wu Yanguang in front of him.

A cold glint flashed in Wu Yanguang's eyes, seeing that the gun was no longer able to dodge, he quickly raised the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in his hand, and in an instant, a cloud of smoke and dust enveloped Wu Yanguang's figure.

After hearing a loud bang, Wu Yanguang took several steps back, and finally stopped the blow.

However, at the same time as Dong Ping's all-out blow, he had also revealed great flaws.

Almost at the same time, hundreds of guns poked at Dong Ping from all directions, with the sound of whistling wind, and Dong Ping quickly glanced at them, and those people had blocked almost all of his retreats.

"Big brother, be careful!"

Yang Zaixing and the others saw that Dong Ping was in danger, and while desperately resisting the siege of nearby enemy troops, they also gritted their teeth and rushed in the direction where Dong Ping was.

Those Liao soldiers also showed mockery and sneer on their faces, as if in their opinion, it was a normal thing to take off Dong Ping's head in the next moment.

It's a pity that they missed one thing.

"Boom!"

"What...... Is this so possible? ”

After the crisp sound, under the stunned expressions of thousands of people, Dong Ping's figure didn't know when, it had already reached the upper air.

At the same time, in his left hand, he didn't know when, a crossbow machine with an entire inky black body had appeared.

In his right hand, he was holding a strangely shaped black instrument.

Time didn't give those Liao soldiers a chance to react, Dong Ping quickly pulled the trigger with both hands, and in an instant, two beautiful silver arcs had been thrown out of the sky.

"Boom Boom!"

After a miserable scream, the Liao soldiers instantly panicked under the strong offensive, and those who did not die fled back in fright.

At the same time, a tearing sensation came from Dong Ping's body, and it seemed that he was going to penetrate people.

Holding back the pain, he continued to pull the triggers of the two weapons in his hand.

Kicking at the wall of a nearby house, he flipped in the air for a week with his strength, and after landing smoothly, Dong Ping quickly swept the nearby Liao soldiers, but there was a hint of gloom in his eyes.

The dozen or so attacks that were launched with the Condor Crossbow and the Desert Eagle just now did not have the effect that Dong Ping expected.

Almost at the same time, the Condor Crossbow in his hand burst open instantly, and the steel fragments flying in the air stabbed Dong Ping's whole body to blood.

This is the most serious consequence of firing five rounds of fifty rounds of crossbow arrows in an instant.

At the same time, the feeling of being penetrated on the body is getting stronger and stronger.

Dong Ping endured the feeling and invoked adrenaline to seal the wound.

However, there is no way to stop the pain.

Except for a few people who were killed by the desert eagle, no one in those Liao troops was killed!

Can't be wrong, it's really Xuanzhong armor!

Dong Ping scolded secretly in his heart, this Liao person lives in Yandi, sits in the world's mineral capital, and has actually been equipped with such high-strength armor on a large scale.

Xuanzhong armor is made of five layers of cooked copper mixed with two layers of ordinary meteoric iron, and its hardness is enough to withstand the blow of the bed crossbow!

"Wu Yanguang, let them go, I'll stay and deal with all of you."

Dong Ping's calm and cold voice quickly spread through the silent streets in the middle of the night.

Wu Yanguang casually inserted Fang Tian's halberd into the floor tiles again, and smiled casually: "What's the matter, you finally recognize the situation?" “

"What you are afraid of is only me, and it has nothing to do with others." Dong Ping looked at the Wu Yanguang opposite with a gloomy face, and said in a deep voice: "This is a challenge I launched by gambling on the glory of a warrior. ”

"Do you dare to accept it?"

Wu Yanguang didn't rush to reply, he just straightened the collar in his armor and shook his head with a smile.

And the soldiers closest to Dong Ping were a little chilling in their hearts.

Although they are all battle-hardened warriors, no matter how cruel the scene is, they have not seen it.

However, just now, Dong Ping used the pitch-black instrument in front of their eyes to instantly smash the heads of several people around them, more than ten meters apart.

The point is, without any means at all, those people turned into a puddle of minced meat without warning, and they couldn't even see what kind of terrifying attack was being made inside Dong Ping's black instrument.

They have seen countless bloody battles in the decades since they went to the battlefield, but this scene of their companions being inexplicably deprived of their lives still makes them feel like they have been poured a basin of cold water, and they are cold from the heavenly spirit cover to the lower half of their bodies.

This kind of monster, still fighting him like this?

"What if I don't say yes?"

Half a day passed, and Wu Yanguang just made a sound that seemed to be a laugh but not a laugh.

"Then you naturally know the consequences of doing this, don't you think that your ugly head will be harder than theirs." Dong Ping clasped his hands in front of his chest and said in a calm tone.

A cold wind blew through the street, the whistling in the air became louder and louder, and the clouds were also hazy, and from time to time there were tiny snowflakes falling, and it was clear that a snowstorm was brewing.

All the Liao soldiers looked at Wu Yanguang, and they gradually calmed down, it was very obvious that they had a scale of more than 3,000 people, and no matter how terrifying Dong Ping's strength was, he would definitely not be able to destroy them all.

As long as Wu Yanguang is willing, they will still have an overwhelming advantage in this battle.

"According to the rules, Da Liao and you Han people are now in a hostile relationship." Wu Yanguang smiled meaningfully: "But ......"

"As a warrior, I will not refuse your warrior spirit, everyone obeys the order, and there is no need to stop anyone except Dong Ping!"

Wu Yanguang's calm voice quickly drifted away in the night with his fluttering cloak.

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

What kind of calculation is the unified army playing, to release these people?

But at the same time, they immediately made way for Yang Zaixing and the others.

As the most elite troops of the Liao State, their absolute obedience to orders and excellent discipline are naturally unquestionable.

However, Yang Zaixing and the five were motionless.

"What? Didn't hear me? Dong Ping frowned, clenched his fists tightly, and shouted loudly: "Everyone, leave Yanzhou, this is an order!"

At the same time, as the roar spread, Dong Ping only felt that the stinging sensation was breaking through the wound, and then it hit his body again, spreading rapidly within the hundreds of limbs.

The wound broke again, and blood gushed out.

And, there's also a sense of paralysis.

Gritting his teeth, Dong Ping bit the tip of his tongue, deceived his brain with a sense of pain, and completely stabilized his spirit.

"That's right, it's an order!"

The look in Hu Sanniang's eyes flickered, and she took a few steps forward, not paying attention to the obstruction of those Liao soldiers at all.

Although those people were angry in their hearts, they had no choice but to put down the weapons blocking the road and make way for the five of them, and watched Hu Sanniang and the five of them walk towards Dong Ping.

"However, I am also your sister, and you don't have a title now, how are you going to order us?"

Hu Sanniang looked at Dong Ping not far away, and said with a smile.

"Sister Xian is right."

Yang Zaixing also stepped forward, raised his head and said loudly: "You are only a mountain king now, and you are still ......."

"Hey, I said Lao Yang, what you said is not right."

Liu Yun casually put the gun on his shoulder, and said calmly: "He hasn't even done a sealing ceremony now, and the king of the mountain is not one, why do you say we listen to him, right, lady?"

"I'll clean up your mouth and these Khitans." Liang Hongyu stroked the bump on the hilt of the sword and said calmly.

Those Liao soldiers were all furious, the weapons in their hands creaked on the ground, and if it weren't for the order, they would have wanted to completely dismantle these people now.

Obviously spared their lives, these people are still so unashamedly discussing the life and death of the enemy, especially in that tone, which makes people almost want to use the killer.

"Alas, it really doesn't give me face." Liu Yun shook his head helplessly, and threw the gun on his shoulder into the air, and the gun had quickly drawn an arc in the air.

In the next moment, the gun had fallen on his raised right hand.

"Listen, everyone."

Liu Yun looked around at everyone with his head held high, and there was a cold aura in the seriousness of the emotions in his eyes.

"You want us to leave, unless there's not a single living person left here!"

For a moment, the audience fell silent.

Everyone stopped moving, and their attention was focused on Liu Yun and the other five.

They wanted to know how confident these people could be to talk and laugh in such a surrounding.

At this time, no one noticed when Shi Bao was gone.

Dong Ping also had a cold look on his face, staring at Liu Yun and the other five people opposite.

No one noticed where his right hand was holding.

It's just that the blood dripping from his wound has gradually dyed the ground covered by weak snow with a layer of bright red.

The scene, almost deathly silent.

Like, the darkness before dawn, the calm before the storm.

The snowflakes are getting bigger.

Floating in this cold winter night, like the declaration of death, the coming of Shura is about to destroy everyone's will.

Then, an overwhelming blizzard, with the strong wind, swept over the dome in the distance in a thunderous manner.

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