"Thank you Grandpa Dragon King, if you catch Li Zicheng, I Zhang Ying will definitely build a temple here for Grandpa Dragon King and shape a golden body!" Zhang Ying knelt down in the rain, kowtowed to the sky, then stood up, slowly pulled out his waist knife, and lowered his voice: "Brothers, cheer up, maybe the thief is here, but don't let him escape!" ”

The soldiers also nodded silently, and slowly drew their swords.

Zhang Ying looked at the horses and said to the two soldiers: "Zhang Yilong, Wang Dahu." You two stay here and watch the horses. ”

"Battalion commander, I want to ...... too," said one of the soldiers.

"Obey orders!" Zhang Ying lowered her voice, but her tone was very firm. He paused for a moment, as if he was worried that the two of them were emotional, which would affect the task, so he explained in a low voice: "This village is so big, if we go in, we may not be able to find the thief first." If the thief had discovered us first, he might have quietly found out of this pitch black. If our horses are left unguarded here, Li Zicheng will grab one horse and then kill the others. How else are we going to chase him? If you stay here and repay your merits, you will repay your merits like everyone else, and you will not be disadvantaged. ”

"Battalion commander, I didn't mean that......" The soldier whispered again, although he couldn't see his expression, Zhang Ying could also hear the embarrassment in his voice. He stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Look at the horses, maybe Li Zicheng has run over." Then he turned to the others and said, "Follow me, quietly enter the village, and don't make a sound." ”

A few people touched in the direction of the village, and at this time the rain gradually stopped, a gust of wind blew, and a small opening was revealed in the middle of the dark clouds, and a ray of moonlight leaked down, and the village faintly appeared in front of several people.

Zhang Ying took a few people to take advantage of this light and touched the village. This is a deserted village, there is no one in the village, and all the houses have no door panels, (when the Shun army forcibly moved the population, they brought these door panels back to Xiangyang, and these things were used in defensive operations.) The doorway of the black hole looks like a gaping mouth.

Zhang Ying touched the door and looked inside, but couldn't see anything. Zhang Ying thought about it, then went to his arms and took out a sealed cowhide cylinder, and poured a fire fold from it. This fire fold was different from the usual fire fold at that time, and it was specially made in the model army. The general fire fold is a tight paper roll made of very thick clay paper. The usage is to first light it with fire, let her burn it for a while, and then blow out the open flame, but there will be an ember fire burning in this fire fold, and it can burn for a long time. When it's time to use fire, take it out and blow it violently, and the embers in the fire fold will be rekindled. (Of course, the technique is wrong, and it is not uncommon to completely blow out the fire in one go)

This kind of fire fold is actually very inconvenient to use. Therefore, the model army has a more advanced fire fold here, using the technique of pulling the fire hydrant, although it is still called a fire fold, but basically, it should actually be regarded as a large match. It still looks like a straight tube about a third of a foot long, with a pull wire on the outside, and it burns when it is pulled. And because the straight tube contains pine resin, the flame is bright and can burn for a long time. It is an indispensable thing for the model army to make fire in the field or something.

Pull the fire fold, naturally easy to expose the target. But Zhang Ying felt that Li Zicheng must be in a certain room, and now there is a slight light outside, and it is dark inside any room. If there is no fire fold lighting, the situation is one-way transparent to the people in the house, and the people in the house can still see the people outside, but the people outside the house cannot see the people inside at all. In this case, it is better to simply use the fire fold, which is nothing more than to increase the possibility of a little exposure, but it brings too much convenience.

Zhang Ying turned his eyes in other directions, and then pulled the fuse of the fire fold, and an orange flame suddenly emerged from the top of the long cylinder, illuminating the surroundings a little.

Zhang Ying held the fire fold in one hand, stretched it forward, held the saber in the other, half-squatted, ready to strain, and touched towards a gate. He leaned against the edge of the gate and reached over with his hand holding the fire breaker to let the light of the fire shine in, and on the other side of the gate, a soldier also cautiously poked his head out to check the inside of the house.

The house was empty, there was nothing. The soldier nodded to Zhang Ying, and the two of them flashed into the door together, examined it carefully, and then searched several other rooms with gourd drawings. Again, the result was nothing.

At the same time, some of the other soldiers were also working in pairs to search the other houses.

Zhang Ying searched two more houses, but still found nothing. At this time, the dark clouds in the sky had completely dispersed, the moon was shining, and the sky was full of stars. Zhang Ying looked at the moon in the sky and judged the time, it should be the second time. It won't be long before the sky will be bright.

Originally, there were hundreds of households in this village, and it was sure that the search would not be complete before dawn. Zhang Ying thought about it and felt that it was better to exit first, block a few intersections, and wait for dawn to make another plan. But just then, a scream came from a house on the right.

Zhang Ying hurriedly rushed into the house with the soldier who followed him, but saw a soldier hit an arrow in the face and fell to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead. A bow and a quiver were thrown to the ground, and there were several arrows in the quiver, and there was a fire fold that had not yet been extinguished. From the back of the room, there was the sound of swords clashing.

Zhang Ying hurriedly rushed to the back with the soldier, but saw that there was a courtyard behind him, and in the courtyard, the knife was shining, and the two people were fighting together. After a closer look, I saw that my soldier was at a disadvantage, staggering, and I didn't know how long I could hold out.

Zhang Ying yelled: "The thief is gone!" The splitter threw the fire fold in his hand at the guy who had the upper hand. The man jumped backwards and jumped to the side.

This person is naturally Li Zicheng. Although Li Zicheng was asleep, he was very alert, and when Zhang Ying and the others entered the village to search, no matter how careful they were, they still had to make some sounds. So Li Zicheng woke up suddenly. When Li Zicheng woke up, he found that two soldiers had searched the door, and it was too late to escape, so he retreated to the darkness in the corner of the house, then pulled his bow apart and put an arrow on it.

A soldier shook the fire fold at the door, and the other soldier stretched out his head from the other side to look inside, but the brightness of the fire fold was limited, and it did not shine to the corner of the house, and the soldier naturally did not see Li Zicheng. So he nodded to the soldier holding the fire fold, and went into the house first with his saber.

As soon as he entered the house, Li Zicheng shot an arrow at him. The distance between the two sides is only two or three steps, but where can such an arrow be avoided? The arrow landed directly at the soldier's forehead, piercing his brain, and the soldier fell before he could snort.

Li Zicheng threw down his bow and arrows, grabbed them with one lunge, and grabbed the soldier's knife. At this time, another soldier also rushed through the door, and Li Zicheng pulled out the dagger on his calf and threw it at the soldier. The soldier rushed in a hurry, and it was dark, but he didn't see it clearly, and the knife pierced his left shoulder. He screamed, and the fire fell to the ground. Li Zicheng jumped forward and stabbed straight at the chest. But the soldier was not extraordinary, and took a step to the side, and at the same time the knife in his right hand removed the stab. Li Zicheng saw that he couldn't make a move, and he didn't love fighting, so he turned around and ran back, and the soldier chased after him, and when he got to the backyard, the two fought again. It's just that the soldier was injured, but he couldn't resist Li Zicheng, and gradually fell behind. But at this time, Zhang Ying and the two rushed in again, Li Zicheng knew that he couldn't fight, let alone stay, turned around and ran towards the courtyard wall, but two big steps, he ran to the courtyard wall, and then jumped on the ground, pressed on the top of the courtyard wall with his hand, and turned out like a raccoon cat. Then it landed on the ground outside with a thud.

Zhang Ying also rushed over, jumped up like the man, put his hand on the wall, and swooped hard, not to, the wall was extremely slippery after the rain, Zhang Ying's hand slipped, and he fell off the wall and sat on the ground.

At this time, a gust of wind passed by his ears, and he saw that the soldier Wang Dazhuang who was following him also rushed over, and he turned out at once. Zhang Ying scolded herself, got up, took a few steps back, rushed up again, stepped on the wall, and at the same time pulled the wall with her hand, and finally turned over.

It was dark below, and the ground couldn't be seen, but Zhang Ying didn't care about this, so he jumped straight down. As soon as I landed, I heard Wang Dazhuang's shout in front of me: "Cloth shake porridge, cloth shake porridge!" Zhang Ying hurried over, and by the moonlight he saw that the man was dragging one foot, leaning against the wall with his back and holding a saber, confronting Wang Dazhuang. It turned out that there was a grinding disc erected under the base of the wall. When Li Zicheng jumped down, he couldn't see it, one foot fell on the grinding plate, lost his balance, and the momentum of the fall was heavy, and he sprained his right foot at once, which was really painful and difficult to move. Li Zicheng gritted his teeth and dragged his legs for two steps, but was caught up by Wang Dazhuang, Li Zicheng's feet were inconvenient, and it was difficult to advance and retreat, so he could only confront Wang Dazhuang against the wall.

Zhang Ying took a defensive posture, held the knife diagonally across his chest, and asked, "Li Zicheng?" ”

Li Zicheng leaned against the wall, looked around, and saw a few more people surrounding him, so he knew that he couldn't run away this time no matter what, and when he heard Zhang Ying ask like this, he raised his head and said proudly: "It's Lao Tzu." ”

Zhang Ying saw that several other soldiers were surrounding him, and seeing that Li Zicheng was injured, he knew that he couldn't run away, so he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Li Zicheng, you can't run." Drop your sword and surrender now, we won't kill you for the time being! ”

Li Zicheng scolded: "Surrender? Vote for you. Mother. of the fall! Lao Tzu crisscrossed the world, I don't know how many corrupt officials and corrupt officials he killed, even the emperor, Lao Tzu has killed one! Hahahaha......"

Li Zicheng suddenly laughed wildly, and then said coldly: "What are you?" Something like a dog, also trying to capture Lao Tzu alive? ”

After saying this, Li Zicheng no longer looked at them, but took back the knife in his hand, put it in front of him, stroked the smooth blade with his hand, and muttered: "Good knife, really good knife." ”

"Li Zicheng is not going to commit suicide, right?" Zhang Ying thought, "He forced the emperor to death, even if he surrendered, he would only have a thousand cuts, and it was indeed better to die." ”

Thinking like this, Zhang Ying didn't feel a little relaxed, and the knife in his hand drooped slightly.

At this moment, Li Zicheng suddenly shouted, and the sound was like a thunderclap in midair. Several soldiers were startled by the roar and were almost frozen. Li Zicheng ignored his leg injury, rushed over, raised the steel knife in his hand high, and slashed towards Zhang Ying like lightning.