Chapter 766: Born This Way

Unlike Qingyuan City, the Black Flag Army encountered extremely stubborn resistance in Fengping. After the invasion of Qingyuan, there was no fierce street fighting, but there was a fight on every street in Fengping, a tragic battle that had never been seen before. Although the number of Fengping defenders was seriously insufficient, they did not choose to give up in the face of the enemy's attack.

Han Fu, Yu Mingli and others respectively led their men and horses to fight back and forth with the Black Flag Army street by street, and almost every street was covered with corpses.

When Fang Xie entered the city, the Black Flag Army had advanced less than a third of the way into the city.

"My lord, the Fengping defenders are very tenacious, and our people haven't even been able to successfully occupy any of the streets!"

Chen Dingnan came back covered in blood to report, panting, and he didn't know how many people's blood had been stained on his hands, and how many Black Flag Army soldiers had died here.

"Except for the onslaught of important places, you will ignore the enemies who are guarding the streets. Organize troops to take the city lord's mansion, granary, treasury, and other places, and I will let others fight. ”

Chen Dingnan received the order, turned around and ran back.

"Qilin, Nie Xiaoju!"

"In!"

Fang Xie instructed: "Take my own soldiers and the people of the Jingbu Battalion, a team of every hundred people to take over the streets occupied by the Fengping defenders, this kind of street fighting is still good at the people of the Jingbu Battalion, and it is time for them to come in handy after I have trained it myself for a few years." What I want to see before dark is that the entire Fengping has been cleaned up, and if it is not fought well, the people of the Jingbu Battalion will not be qualified to receive a military salary twice as high as others! The same goes for my own soldiers! ”

"Whoa!"

Qilin and Nie Xiaoju responded, and rushed out separately with the pro-military camp and the Jingbu battalion.

"Where is the Xiao Riding School?"

Chen Xiaoru, who had just returned from Peicheng with the army, immediately ran over: "My subordinates are here!" ”

"The people who brought you sealed the doors of all the big officials. There are people who resist and kill, and clean up the masters of the city. If you encounter something difficult to deal with, please ask Daozun to bring someone to help! ”

"Whoa!"

Chen Xiaoru took the order and left.

Fang Xie led a group of people to continue walking, and all he heard in his ears was the sound of shouting and killing. The whole city was filled with a strong smell of blood, which irritated the nose and the animalistic nature. Murder was everywhere, and the Black Flag soldiers, enraged by the stubbornness of the defenders, squeezed forward like beasts, blood stamped with every step.

Qilin took the pro-barracks, and Nie Xiaoju took the Jingbu battalion to clean up the defenders on the street. The number of these two armies was not large, Fang Jie's personal battalion only had more than 1,000 people, and the Jingbu battalion only had 1,500 people, but these soldiers were carefully selected one by one, and they had been personally trained by Fang Xie for several years.

In fact, this is a special operations force in the true sense of the word.

On a street, a hundred households of a Jingbu battalion appeared at the intersection of the street with a hundred elite soldiers, and every other section of the street was blocked by the guards' tables, chairs, and sundries, forming a barrier one after another. And the resolute-faced defenders stood behind the ramparts, clutching their weapons tightly in their hands.

"We dress better than ordinary soldiers, and we carry more than ordinary soldiers, why?"

The hundred households called Nalan Dingdong were born in Northern Liao, Nalan is the largest surname in Northern Liao except for the surname Wanyan, and many important ministers under Wanyan Yong, the Han of Northern Liao, are from the Nalan family and have a high status in Northern Liao. Nalan Dingdong used to be a warrior under Wanyan Chongde, but he was seriously injured when he followed Fang Xie in the northwest, so he missed returning to Northern Liao with Wanyan Chongde.

After his wounds healed, he stayed behind and worked in the baggage camp ever since. After a few years of recovery, his body became strong again, and then he went to the Jingbu camp to sign up, and Nie Xiaoju stayed when he saw his ability. The 100 households in the Jingbu camp are not appointed, but there is a competition every six months, and the winner replaces the previous 100 households. If the reigning 100 households win three times in a row, they will be promoted to 1,000 households.

Nalan Dingdong was lucky, and not long after joining the Jingbu Battalion, he caught up with the competition in the camp, and he easily won the two competitions of the art of war and martial arts, and was promoted to 100 households by Nie Xiaoju.

In order to be more comfortable living among the Han people, Nalan Dingdong cut off his big braid and kept the same hairstyle as the Han people, but he could still distinguish the different bloodlines from the Han people by looking at his eyes and face shape.

Nalan Dingdong, who is almost thirty years old, has a beard and a magnificent figure, although he is not as domineering as Nie Xiaoju and Qilin, but he has a shocking explosiveness. When he fought, he still maintained the habits of the Northern Liao people, and when he was killed, he would take off his clothes and rush forward with a knife to kill bare-chested.

He asked, and the soldiers behind him replied in unison: "Because we are strong!" ”

"Right"

Nalan Dingdong said loudly: "Because you are strong, you get more from others!" But now no one knows that you are strong, only you know! Who's going to tell me what is the easiest way to tell someone you're strong! ”

Someone replied: "Kill all the enemies!" ”

"Go ahead!"

Nalan Dingdong pointed forward the *** in his hand, which was more than one and a half meters long: "Let everyone know why the people in the Jingbu Camp take more than others!" ”

A hundred soldiers of the Jingbu Battalion, each of five people, divided into small squads, rushed into the street alternately back and forth. The defenders behind the first barrier immediately unleashed their feathered arrows, and the men of the Jingbu Battalion used the terrain and agility to approach the enemy at an astonishing speed.

Each of them moved like a cheetah, not slowing down because of the terrain or being blocked by enemies. Jumping, somersaulting, dodging, all of which are done in the process of rushing forward at high speed, if someone can record this picture, they will still be deeply shocked when they watch it again.

The faces of the defenders began to change, and the seventy or eighty soldiers behind the first barrier each sent out at least two feathered arrows, but they didn't hurt a single one at all!

And those beasts that exude murderous aura have come closer.

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Nalan Dingdong put the *** aside and began to rush forward, flipped sideways to avoid an oncoming feather arrow, buckled his hands on the wall, like a cheetah that buckled the trunk of a tree, kicked his two feet violently, and his body rushed forward four or five meters like a cannonball.

After landing, he dodged the second feathered arrow in a tumble, and then ran forward with his waist bent. After propping his hands on a table, he swept forward, and his legs wrapped around the neck of a defender, and with the help of inertia his body twisted, several clicks came from the soldier's neck.

The reason why he gave up the *** was because it was too long to affect the action, but this did not mean that he did not have a sharp weapon to kill, he took out a dagger from the leather bags on both sides of his waist, held the knife in both hands, and turned his body to kill the defenders.

A defender soldier swung his knife and slashed at it, and the dagger in Nalan Dingdong's left hand had already pierced into his armpit, and then pushed the defender soldier back three times, and in the three steps, the dagger in his right hand stabbed the defender soldier in the heart at least six or seven times.

It's so fast that your eyes can barely keep up.

The second defender swept from behind, and Nalan Dingdong lowered his head as if he saw it, and the knife slashed directly at the dead defender in front of him, cutting off half of his skull. Nalan Dingdong half-squatted and turned, and the dagger in both hands slashed back and forth on the stomach of the second defender soldier as he rotated, and in an instant, blood and internal organs gushed out, hanging on the soldier's stomach in a sticky mass.

The next second, his dagger slashed across the neck of the defender's soldier, and a line of blood was carried into the air.

In the next second, the dagger in his left hand stabbed into the throat of one of the defenders, and the dagger in his right hand poked into the eye socket of another man. He was like a spinning top, spinning back and forth through the crowd, and the defenders couldn't even touch him. In just two minutes, at least seven or eight defender soldiers were overturned by his dagger.

Elsewhere, the soldiers of the Jingbu battalion were staging such massacres.

The first barrier was quickly breached, and the seventy or eighty defenders were unable to fight for their lives as they had in their dead robes. Most of them were let go before they even saw what their opponents looked like, and they never had a chance to stand up again. The soldiers of the Jingbu Battalion were too fast, whether they were running or killing, they were just as fast.

They know how to kill people inside out, and they are nimble enough to avoid enemy attacks. In the face of such an opponent, the defending soldiers had nothing to do.

Without losing a single person, the Jingbu battalions of the two groups killed seventy or eighty defenders.

On average, each person kills seven or eight people, and it takes no more than three minutes.

"Shoot the arrows!"

Some of the defenders climbed onto the roof and began to fire arrows at the soldiers of the Jingbu battalion, but the men of the Jingbu battalion avoided all the feathered arrows with the help of the eaves of the streets on both sides. A soldier of the Jingbu battalion squatted down to build a bridge with his hands, another soldier raised his foot and stepped on his hand bridge, the soldier below lifted it up vigorously, and the second soldier floated up to the roof.

Like a wolf that pounces on a flock, he takes his killing skills to the extreme against archers who are extremely weak in defense and hand-to-hand combat. Each blow of the dagger in his hand could send an enemy into the dungeon, and six or seven archers on the roof were cleared in an instant.

The defenders behind the second barrier had horror and shock in their eyes, they had made the Black Flag Army pay a lot of price with their stubborn defense before, but then the infantry of the Black Flag Army withdrew, and the people who replaced them were all so perverted. The way he fought was so strange that he felt like he couldn't track the path of those enemies.

Because, those people have no trace at all.

In his surprised eyes, the big eagle with the wings of the enemy holding two daggers fell from the roof, this don't turn around and slash out, it was faintly with a knife aura, but the speed at which he turned around was too slow, and being close to Nalan Dingdong was equivalent to being sentenced to death. What's more, he was still approached from behind by Nalan Dingdong.

You must know that when Fang Jie's own cultivation is insufficient, what he is best at is hand-to-hand combat. In the face of strong opponents, he can only have a chance to win in close quarters. And Fang Jie's experience caused him to fight to the death in almost every fight, either the enemy died or he died, so he had extremely rich experience in hand-to-hand combat. These perverts of the Jingbu battalion inherited this rich hand-to-hand killing technique from Fang Jie.

Nalan Dingdong's two daggers stabbed fiercely into the defender's back, just stuck on the shoulder blades, and the dagger twisted against the bones, and the two arms of the don't general instantly lost their strength. Then a dagger was drawn and stabbed sideways into his neck, the tip of which stabbed out from the other side of his neck.

In less than half an hour, hundreds of defenders on this street were cleared, and the most incredible thing was that the Jingbu battalion did not lose a single person.

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There are other battlefields in the battlefield, and there are no bloody killings and no tragic fights. Few people even know about the existence of this battlefield, because such battles start quickly and end faster.

When Xiang Qingniu led people to clean up those who had cultivated well in the city, the soldiers of the Black Flag Army were still fighting. He jumped onto a tall building and sat on the roof of the building and looked at the City Lord's Mansion, which was the final battlefield. The remnants of the defenders retreated to the City Lord's Mansion under the leadership of Han Fu and others, and the number of them did not exceed seven or eight hundred.

An old Taoist stood beside him and asked in a low voice, "Master, can we revive our sense of unity?" ”

"Not necessarily"

Xiang Qingniu shook his head: "But ...... What can be guaranteed is that the Qingle Mountain One Qi Concept will always exist in the future. ”

"The head of the sect seems to value General Fang very much."

"Him?"

Xiang Qingniu was silent for a while and then said with some emotion: "He was born to adapt to troubled times, or...... He appeared because of this troubled time. ”