"Where did the hairy boy come from, has the hair grown together? Dare to come to grandpa's place to ask for wildfire! The black-faced man's arm was numb, and he was shocked, but he pretended to be indifferent on his face and scolded loudly.

"Hey, hey! It's true that the master's hair is not as much as yours, but the bird is bigger than yours! Zhang Ming looked at the black-faced man cowering in the grass and swaying the bird, smiled, waved the knife and cut again.

The black-faced man came out naked, and he didn't even have time to put on his clothes, so what was he doing before, he didn't have to think about it to know, he was definitely not taking a bath.

If you insist on taking a bath, then it is also a bird bathing, or is it the kind that forcibly bathes.

Zhang Ming's heart was full of anger, but on such an occasion, the naked black-faced man and the little bird trembling in the wind were full of funny, which made Zhang Ming couldn't help laughing.

"Fuck your uncle! Death for me, little bunny! The black-faced man was first interrupted to bathe the bird, and then he was laughed at for the bird's small size, and he could no longer control the anger in his heart.

Men, the two most intolerable things, probably are dyeing their heads, being ridiculed for being small, or incompetent.

The black-faced man was furious, waved his knife at Zhang Ming, and cut off his head, with a momentum of dying together.

It's a pity that he miscalculated the form and didn't recognize the strength of both sides.

Fighting on the battlefield, life and death, is not about the subtlety of the moves, but whose knife is faster and whose knife is more powerful.

is also a force to split Huashan, Zhang Ming's knife is faster and more powerful than the black-faced man, so the black-faced man is tragic.

Without waiting for the black-faced man's knife to cut down, Zhang Ming's knife had already arrived, like a bolt of lightning, flashing in front of the black-faced man's eyes.

"Hey, how did I get taller?"

"Who's that guy with no clothes on?"

"The bird is so small......"

Before the three thoughts could be finished, the black-faced man fell into endless darkness......

"The third ......

Little thief, return my third brother's life! With a loud shout, a yellow-faced man in a soap robe brandished an iron spear and killed Zhang Ming.

The yellow-faced man was also furious, and the gun was rounded and slashed at Zhang Ming.

Zhang Ming raised his knife to parry.

"Bell!"

Zhang Ming only felt that his hands were numb for a while, and the war saber was so hung out of his hand.

The yellow-faced man's iron spear still has an advantage in weight, and his own martial arts are higher than Zhang Ming's, so Zhang Ming suffered a loss in just one round.

"Zhang Bao, Zhang Bo, the three talents battle array!" Zhang Ming shouted.

Zhang Ming is not a pedantic person, nor is he the kind of hero who pays attention to fighting alone and would rather die than give in.

After all, what Zhang Junping learned was the ability to fight on the battlefield and fight in battle formations, and never paid attention to fighting alone.

If you can't beat it, you can't beat it, who will fight with you?

I can't beat one person, and the three of me will pick you up alone!

"Despicable! Look at the guns! The yellow-faced man scolded, and the gun came out like the wind, stabbing at Zhang Ming's throat.

"Bell!"

Zhang Ming raised his knife to block and opened the gun.

However, the yellow-faced man's gun was fast and heavy, and the gun did not leave Zhang Ming's throat.

Zhang Ming could only keep blocking, and constantly retreated from the impact of the grabbing force.

"Kill!"

Zhang Bo slashed at the enemy in front of him, turned around and slashed at the back of the yellow-faced man.

"Kill!"

Zhang Bao also stretched out a knife from the side, surrounded Wei to save Zhao, and stabbed the yellow-faced man in the chest.

Clang!

Clang!

The yellow-faced man was not afraid of the two knives that were flanked in front and back, and the iron spear in his hand danced together, blocking Zhang Bo and Zhang Bao's knives.

Don't forget to fight back.

"Kill!"

With the sharing of Zhang Bo and Zhang Bao, Zhang Ming finally relieved himself and raised his knife again to besiege the yellow-faced man.

Three knives, one for the main attack, one for defense, and one for the side to respond to the sneak attack.

The three of them cooperated tacitly and played with the yellow-faced man.

The yellow-faced man here was entangled by Zhang Ming and the three of them, and it was difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser.

The other bandits were a little overwhelmed by the same three-talent formation.

In the three-talent formation, it is three knives to face one enemy, and it is three knives to face ten enemies.

However, even in the face of ten enemies, when attacking with three knives, it is against one person.

Blocking, attacking, mending knives, their own martial arts are not comparable to Jiading, and facing the attacks of three knives at the same time, it can be said that the bandits on the mountain have not survived a single face.

Occasionally, there are more powerful ones, and there are three talent formations composed of the remaining six squad leaders.

Still can't live a face.

"Who are you?" Seeing the heads of the thieves being cut off one by one, the yellow-faced man turned red in the eyes and asked angrily.

"Requirer!" Zhang Ming waved his knife to open the gun of the yellow-faced man and said in a cold voice.

"Claimant?"

The yellow-faced man was stunned, Zhang Bo and Zhang Bao were not idle, and the knives of the two did not stop, a knife opened a hole in the back of the yellow-faced man, and a knife directly cut off the yellow-faced man's bun.

If it weren't for the yellow-faced man's quick dodge, these two knives would have killed him.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

There were bursts of shouts and screams in his ears, and the yellow-faced man blocked in a panic, peeking and peeking to find that the dead were all his own people.

Suddenly, his breath was a little flustered, and the gun's momentum was not as stable as before.

Zhang Ming and the three of them were unforgiving, the offensive was more fierce, the yellow-faced man blocked left and right, and he only had the ability to parry, but he had no power to fight back, and there were more and more wounds on his body.

"I am the deputy commander of the Ma Army under the command of the Qing Mansion, you dare to attack the forbidden army, but do you want to rebel?" was forced to be helpless, and the yellow-faced man could only shout out his identity.

"Deputy Commander of the Forbidden Army?" As soon as Zhang Ming's offensive slowed down, they were all taken aback by the identity of the yellow-faced man.

The Great Song Dynasty Forbidden Army was not only available in Beijing, but also in some of the more important local state capitals.

As one of the important state capitals of the Northern Song Dynasty, Xiqing Mansion naturally also had forbidden troops stationed.

The deputy commander is also a big official in the forbidden army.

According to the regulations of the forbidden army of the Northern Song Dynasty, the infantry army under the command of a commander is 500 people, the horse army is 400 people, and the commander of the command is the commander, which is equivalent to the battalion commander of later generations.

Then the deputy commander in front of him is equivalent to an officer at the level of deputy battalion commander.

"Bold bandits, how dare you pretend to be a forbidden army?

Kill! Zhang Bo shouted and attacked the yellow-faced man.

Zhang Bo's shouts woke up Zhang Ming and Zhang Bao, and they continued to besiege the yellow-faced man.

Oh, yes!

It's all this time, it's too late to say anything, and the safest way is to treat them as bandits and kill them cleanly.

One hundred dead!

The yellow-faced man was forced to reveal his identity, but he didn't expect to be exchanged for a more violent attack.

"It's over, it's over!

Grandpa is going to explain here today! The yellow-faced man secretly complained in his heart.

"We're really a forbidden army, on a secret mission!

Who are you?

I look like you are also like a soldier, don't beat your own family......" The yellow-faced man shouted loudly while parrying, hoping to convince the three of them.

"A bunch of scum!

Go to hell and explain to Lord Yama! Zhang Ming scolded coldly.