Just when Zhang Zhifang was fighting with the Shanxi patriarch, the rest of the Shanxi herdsmen who rushed up were not idle, all of them were not tall, short and fat, and a guy with a face like a persimmon looked at Zhang Wei beside Zhang Zhifang, and without saying much, he directly swung a knife at Zhang Wei's head.

Good guy, you don't say hello at all before you kill, and you go straight to the knife.

Why is it so straightforward?

originally thought that this war was like the one played in the TV movie, after coming up, he had to say that the other party was not, or like Zhuge Liang scolding Wang Lang, he directly scolded the other party to death; Even if you can't scold to death, there should be a prelude, say something, scold something, and then start fighting, and when you fight, it must be you coming and going, at least dozens of rounds.

But when Zhang Wei really faced the war, he realized that it was not like that at all.

The enemy rushed up with a knife, without a little warning, and there was no episode, this knife was hit, Zhang Wei was killed on the spot, and if the enemy was not hit, there would be a second and third knife......

"Such a vicious fellow, not mentally prepared at all." Zhang Wei screamed secretly, and subconsciously used the knife in his hand to block the opponent.

"Bang--" The weapons of the two men collided together.

"Hey, my hands hurt!" The collision of metal was absolutely hard, and there was no easing in between, and as soon as it passed, Zhang Wei felt that his hands were trembling, and the knife almost fell to the ground.

Zhang Wei had also practiced in Zuo Xiaowei before, and the results were not bad. But drill is drill, with an element of performance; The actual combat is different, both sides show the most ferocious side, eager to kill each other with a knife.

However, this knife confrontation also made Zhang Wei feel less timid, thinking that he was a modern person, he had never fought a battle, and he didn't know what to do when he encountered an enemy. After this confrontation, he also knew that the enemy was like that, and that was the case with a war, it was just a matter of raising and falling with a knife and colliding with a weapon.

Although Zhang Wei and the other party were only a round of competition, the other party tried Zhang Wei's strength. The tall and handsome young man in front of him is just like that, and he can't use it.

Hmph---, you dare to despise me.

From the other party's eyes, Zhang Wei could see that the other party was contemptuous of him, and even more contemptuous.

Good guy, you look so ugly, you dare to despise me, see if I don't beat your persimmon face into Guan Gong's face.

Fighting a war is a matter of life and death, if there are no unexpected events such as the heavenly dog swallowing the sun, the red light rushing to the sky, or temporary peace, the Lord will be violent and other emergencies, either you die or I live, there is generally no third option.

Thinking of this, Zhang Wei was not so scared, he knew very well that if he didn't kill the persimmon face in front of him today, then he would only have a dead end. So Zhang Wei clenched the knife in his hand and rushed towards the other party viciously.

"Hey--, take your life." Let's say, Zhang Wei learned from the enemy's appearance, and shouted before taking out the knife, and then swung the knife and slashed at the opponent's head.

This knife, Zhang Wei used kung fu, ruthless and accurate, and the speed was also very fast.

However, the effect disappointed him, although the herdsmen of Shanxi were ugly, but they were battle-hardened figures, and he had seen a lot of fierce and rushing postures like Zhang Wei.

Just when Zhang Wei's knife was about to slash at him, Persimmon Face quickly dodged, "Shout--, boy, you're new here, it's fierce!" ”

This guy dodged Zhang Wei's knife, and he didn't forget to play him a trick.

Hurt self-esteem, completely hurt self-esteem.

Originally, I wanted to save a little face for myself in front of my subordinates, but I didn't expect to be tricked by such a guy.

Grandpa, if I don't kill you today, why will I mix in this barracks in the future? After running forward a few steps, Zhang Wei stopped, and now he knew that if he fought hard, he might not be the opponent of the short, fat, persimmon-faced guy in front of him.

At this time, Zhang Wei finally realized the profound meaning of the phrase "battle-hardened", others have fought more battles than himself, and his actual combat experience is richer than himself.

Hmph---, since you are not your opponent by fighting hard, then grandpa I will outwit you, and I don't believe that I can't kill you ugly guy.

"Come on, there's a kind of you coming to kill me, I'm a novice, but you kid may not be able to kill me." This time, Zhang Wei did not take the initiative to attack, but sneered at the enemy.

"Hahaha, hahaha, it's really a novice! Since you are a novice, then grandpa, I will tell you, war is a fatal thing, if you are afraid, hurry back, otherwise grandpa, the knife in my hand will not be long-sighted, and killing you will be like killing a chicken and slaughtering a sheep. Persimmon said to Zhang Wei with a grinning face.

It stinks!

How many years has this guy not brushed his teeth, why does his bad breath smell so big?

Although the two were still five or six steps away, Zhang Wei could feel the smell of bad breath that the other party had been nesting for a long time.

There was no such thing as brushing teeth in the Tang Dynasty, and this was also the most uncomfortable thing after Zhang Wei crossed over to the Tang Dynasty. When he was in school, although he studied averagely, he was also a hobby, and no matter how difficult the conditions were, he insisted on brushing his teeth every day.

Although there are no toothbrushes and other items after coming to Datang, in order to keep his breath fresh, Zhang Wei still insists on rinsing his mouth with water every day after getting up, and then using a small wooden stick to clean the debris in his mouth.

Only in this way did he feel that his whole body was refreshed and his mood was better.

He has such a habit, but other people in Datang don't have such a habit, not to mention these ignorant and wild mountain herdsmen who live in the mountains, eat raw meat every day, drink mare's milk, and eat even the dead when they are hungry, so it is strange that their breath can be fresh with such a rough living habit?

Zhang Wei frowned and looked at the other party in disgust.

This attitude obviously angered the other party, "Hmph--, boy, you dare to despise grandpa, I want your life." ”

After that, Persimmon Face swung his knife and rushed towards Zhang Wei again, and just when the other party was about to rush to Zhang Wei, Zhang Wei suddenly poked the ground with a knife, picking up the dust on the ground and throwing it at the other party's face.

It may be that there is a lot of dust picked up with a knife, and the dirt that pounces on the other party's face has blocked the eyes of the persimmon face.

"Puff puff--" When the dust picked up by Zhang Wei hit the other party's face, the persimmon face's eyes were blocked, and he couldn't help but puff and puff, trying to get rid of the dust that blocked his eyes.

The opportunity is fleeting, and Zhang Wei certainly won't wait until he cleans the dust off his face before killing himself.

"Poof", before the persimmon face could clean the soil on his face, Zhang Wei's knife had already stabbed into his chest.

"Whew---" Persimmon Face screamed, shaking his head frantically so that his eyes could see each other clearly.

After all, it was the first time to kill someone, Zhang Wei's knife skills were not so ruthless and accurate, and he did not stab the other party to death with a knife.

"Dirty, smelly guy, eat me again." With that, Zhang Wei stabbed the other party in the chest again.

"You're cheating--, boy, you're cheating, cheating--" This time Persimmon Face didn't care about anything, threw down the knife and wiped the dust off his face with his hand, so clear, I finally saw you.

I saw it clearly, but man was going to die.

After stabbing twice, the persimmon face is not dead, is this legendary one-knife death fake?

Although Zhang Wei had doubts, but the current situation in front of him did not allow him to think too much, he didn't say a word and stepped forward with another knife, this time the persimmon face did not speak, shook and fell to the ground, and did not forget to kick his legs before he died.

Although the man fell, the blood in his chest was still "gurgling" out.