Chapter 17: Ambush of the Bandits (2)

Zhao Zi saw that all the bandits in the camp had been killed, and turned around and said, "Boris, follow me out to have a look." ”

Boris's hands trembled a little, and the crossbow could not be loaded. Zhao Zi patted him on the back again, "It's okay, don't be nervous, the first time will definitely be a little uncomfortable, I am also the first time to kill people, if I don't kill the bandits, our brothers will suffer, in this era, we can't be soft-hearted." ”

At this time, Na Zhe had a big iron pot on his head and climbed out from under the cart, "I'm poor, all dead people!" Boss, you're fierce. Durex, don't you always brag about your boldness, why can't you come out? ”

Du Dalei also climbed out from under the other carriage, still holding a wooden board in both hands, he threw away the wooden plank and poked the corpse with his fingers, "This is a horse bandit, all dressed in tatters, and at first glance it is not a good thing." Old Bao, look at your face is white, how many have you killed? ”

"Nonsense, Lao Bao's face is white, use you to say a hair."

Zhao Zizhong pulled Boris and walked outside the camp, "Don't pay attention to those two second goods, let's go out and have a look." ”

Out of the gap, seeing An Dalang riding on a horse, he opened his bow and arrows on the spot, and each arrow was sure to hit, shooting down a bandit who was charging towards the camp, and he shot extremely fast, and in a short time he shot seven or eight people. The 'Eight Heroes of the Divine Arrow' also fired arrows one after another, and people continued to be shot down.

The momentum of the bandits' charge was stopped, and some of them turned back and ran, while others did not dare to move forward.

At this time, someone at the back of the crowd shouted a few words, but it was not Chinese, and Zhao Zizhong didn't understand what it meant. The bandits stopped fleeing and slowly approached the camp again. The sound of horses' hooves sounded in the darkness, and the bandits moved out of the way to both sides. Three horses rushed in a zigzag pattern, and the knights on the horses shouted loudly, waving their weapons in their hands.

An Dalang threw the bow and arrow in his hand on the ground, took out a weapon about two meters long from the side of the horse, urged the war horse, and began to charge.

He controls the horse with his left hand and holds the weapon in his right hand, and clamps the back end of the long pole of the weapon under his armpit, the front end of which is a blade about forty centimeters long, a bit like a short sword, and at the junction of the blade and the long pole is a fist-sized ball.

An Dalang gradually increased the speed of his horse, and when he was about fifty meters away from the three horses opposite, he had the reins in his left hand, and the horse suddenly turned to the left and rushed towards the bandit on the far left. Approached the bandits in an instant. He brandished his weapon in his right hand, and the blade quickly swept through the bandit's neck, and a head flew into the sky, blood sprayed out of the neck of the headless corpse, and the horse continued to gallop, and the corpse on horseback fell to the ground after a while.

An Dalang circled back to Malaysia and chased after the bandits in the middle. The speed of the horse became faster and faster, and as soon as the bandit in the middle turned back to the horse, An Dalang arrived. He stabbed the bandit in the chest as fast as lightning, and the blade pierced the bandit's body, the tip peeking out of his back, and the long pole of the weapon was resisted and bent into a great arc. With a shake of his right hand, An Dalang picked up the bandit from his horse, and with a strong flick, the bandit's body was smashed to the ground.

The caravan and the other bandits were stunned, the 'Eight Heroes of the Divine Arrows' cheered loudly, most of the bandits turned and ran, and some knelt on the ground and kowtowed. The last horse bandit turned around and saw this scene, urged the horse to flee, An Dalang controlled the horse to chase him, saw that the distance was a little far, like throwing a javelin, threw the weapon towards the horse bandit, the long weapon in the air crossed an arc, accurately pierced the bandit's back.

The bandit fell from his horse and twitched on the ground. An Dalang rode over, jumped off the horse, stepped on the back of the bandit, and pulled out the weapon with all his might.

The crowd ran together, and by this time most of the bandits had disappeared into the darkness, and seven or eight of them were still lying on the ground begging for mercy. An Dalang wiped his face, wiped the blood splashed on his face, and ordered: "Tie up those who surrender and clean up the battlefield." ”

The people took action, gathered their horses, escorted the captives, and returned to the camp. The people in the camp cheered and welcomed everyone back from victory.

Du Dalei leaned over and stuck out his tongue, "This guy is too fierce, killing people is as simple as chopping melons and vegetables, one day I have to learn two tricks from him." ”

Boris said with a wistful face: "Is this the real Chinese kung fu, the movies and television are all fancy, and the movements are good-looking, but when it comes to the battlefield, it is useless." ”

An Dalang walked over slowly, clasped his fists and saluted, "Today it was all up to Mr. Zhao's plan to achieve a big victory, and everyone was unscathed, thanks to Mr. Zhao's strength." He paused, and then said: "Sir let the people dig a small hole the size of a fist in the camp, and set up a stumbling rope, so that a dozen horse bandits can be thrown into chaos without a fight, so that I can easily shoot and kill, Sir is really talented." ”

Zhao Zizhong waved his hand and said a few words humbly, "Da Lang is serious, this is the result of everyone's concerted efforts, Da Lang is really majestic, he instantly slashed three horse bandits, and the ancient name will not be as good as it." ”

An Dalang stared at Zhao Zizhong's eyes, and said eagerly: "An has a proposal, Mr. is thoughtful, magnificent, and warm. A certain is a martial artist, Mr. Gao Pan, and now he wants to marry a brother with a different surname with Mr., I don't know if it is possible? ”

Zhao Zizhong grabbed his hand, "I have this intention, Da Lang's martial arts are strong, rare in the world, and he is really a hero of the world." Now he and Da Lang are brothers, and they will live and die together in the future, supporting each other. ”

Zhao Zizhong is 34 years old, An Dalang is 28 years old, the preface is the New Year's teeth, the two of them make soil for incense, worship heaven and earth, An Dalang kowtows to Zhao Zizhong again, and respects him as a brother.

Zhao Zizhong helped him up and said, "Brother Xian, we must interrogate the captives as soon as possible to find out whether the bandit leaders have been ambushed, as well as the location of their lair, and we must eliminate all evil." ”

Du Dalei said happily next to him: "I'm going to interrogate the prisoners, the boss's trick of covering his face with paper and watering it is too powerful, I'm going to play too." ”

After a busy night, they gathered seven intact horses and three wounded horses to heal. The rest of the badly wounded horses were slaughtered, and the men set up a cauldron and stewed the horse meat.

The prisoners have been interrogated. The bandit leader Wu Dashan is the second unlucky ghost who was killed by An Dalang. Big and small bosses are almost dead.

The captives also confessed that a dozen miles away was a temporary camp for bandits, where there were some looted materials, money, and food, and more than 20 people who had been captured and were ready to be sold to human traffickers.

Zhao Zizhong found An Dalang: "Brother, let's go to the bandits' camp after dinner, maybe there will be fish that have slipped through the net." In addition, those who were tied up had to be rescued. ”

After everyone had eaten in a hurry, An Dalang asked Steward Cui to stay in the camp with people and bury the body.

Zhao Zizhong, An Dalang, and the 'Eight Heroes of the Divine Arrow' took two prisoners and marched towards the bandits' temporary camp.

After walking for almost two hours, I came to a village. The village is small, with about a dozen adobe houses. Everyone cautiously entered the village and searched house by house, but no bandits were found. But in a larger house, more than twenty people were found to be bound.

Zhao Zi said loudly: "We are the guards of the Cui family's caravan, and we have annihilated the bandits, don't be afraid, we will loosen the bonds for you." ”

The guards cut the ropes with knives, some began to cry, and others came forward to give thanks.

At this time, Zhao Zizhong felt that someone was pulling his clothes, and when he looked back, he saw a little boy of four or five years old pulling the corner of his clothes with his small hands.

This child's head was bare, with only a lock of hair left in the middle of the top of his head, his face was white and clean, and his big eyes were flashing looking at Zhao Zizhong.

Zhao Zi remembered that his son was almost so old, and his heart ached, so he squatted down and touched the child's head, and asked, "Child, is there anything wrong?" ”

The child whispered; "yes, I'm hungry."

At this time, a seven or eight-year-old girl ran over and said, "Brother, don't ask for food with outsiders." ”

"I'm really hungry!"

Zhao Zizhong looked at the girl, she had a double bun on her head, and her appearance was very similar to that of the little boy, she should be the boy's sister.

Zhao Zizhong stood up and rummaged through his pockets to see if he could find food. At this time, a man walked up to him, gave a salute, and said, "This gentleman, the child is not sensible, and he has pretended to be you, please don't be surprised." ”

Zhao Zizhong saw that the person talking to him was a woman, of medium build, about twenty years old. It's not very pretty, but it's very good-looking.

Zhao Zizhong said: "Don't be polite to this lady, children have to eat when they are hungry, I won't blame him." ”

He took out a piece of chocolate, which he put in his pocket before leaving, and when he peeled off the wrapper, he broke off a piece and put it to the little boy's mouth, and said softly: "Eat, this is candy, it's very sweet." ”

The little boy immediately opened his mouth to eat it, chewed it a few times, and shouted, "Sister, it's delicious!" ”

Zhao Zizhong broke off another piece and handed it to the girl, "Sister, let's eat some too." ”

The girl hesitated, looked at her mother, and seeing that she did not object, she took the chocolate and put it in her mouth. After a while, he said to his mother, "Niangniang, it's delicious!" ”

The woman touched the child's head and smiled at Zhao Zizhong: "Thank you, sir, I don't know what this food is, the little woman has never seen it?" ”

"This is food from the far west, thousands of miles away in France, and the Hu people call it 'chocolate', which we have traded with the Hu merchants."

Zhao Zi saw that the two children were eating sweetly, so he broke off a few more pieces and divided them among the two sisters and brothers.

The woman hurriedly stopped: "This food must be very valuable, don't give it to them, sir." ”

Zhao Zizhong shook his head, "It's nothing, it doesn't matter if the child eats a little." I won't be eaten poor. ”

He asked, "Where does this lady live, how did she get caught by the robbers, and who else is in the family?" ”

The woman's expression was a little gloomy, and she said: "The little woman is from this village, and her husband died of illness a few months ago, leaving us orphans and widows in the family. ”