Chapter 236: You Can't Die a Good Death

Since the slaughter of the city in Tingzhou, the name Dong Wenbing has often sounded in Zhao Tianyou's ears, and today is the first time I have seen a real person. However, Zhao Tianyou has not forgotten the oath he made in Tingzhou, Dong Wenbing and the Yuan soldiers of his department, as long as the Yuan soldiers fall into his hands, they will definitely not let them die happily.

"Prepare yourself, I'm going down to meet him."

Zhao Tianyou took a rope and tied it around his waist and handed it over to Ling Zhen.

"No, General Zhao, you just let me kill him with one shot, why do you have to go down in person? If I really want to go out, I should go out of the city, and the little ones will prepare a horse for me, and when I go out of the city, the guy will be cut down under the horse. ”

Zhao Tianyou stretched out his hand and grabbed him and said, "Just pull the rope well, when I come back, pull the rope faster, don't let Yuan Bing come back and shoot me." Can I still talk big, do you think I can't beat Dong Wenbing? ”

Ling Zhen stared at his eyes and couldn't speak, and he didn't know how to persuade Zhao Tianyou, in his opinion, this matter was a bit redundant, a problem that could be solved with a cannonball, why did he rush down and do something with him.

The soldiers of the surrounding firearms battalions are all looking up in their eyes, Zhao Tianyou is the idol in their hearts, and the matter of killing a person in ten steps and not leaving a thousand miles is not a matter for General Zhao, not to mention the general of the defeated army under the city.

They didn't know that the tragic scene that Zhao Tianyou saw in Tingzhou at that time was much more tragic than the corpses of the Yuan soldiers outside the city now, because those were ordinary people, and the old and weak women and children were supposed to be respected or protected, but they became the targets of the Yuan soldiers to practice swordsmanship.

Zhao Tianyou stepped on the arrow in a few steps, glanced back at Ling Zhen who was tightening the rope, and smiled and said, "Hold the rope, don't look at me!" ”

After speaking, he jumped and jumped on the city wall, and scurried down in a few steps. When he was still more than a zhang high from the ground, he jumped up with his feet on the city wall, and landed lightly under the city wall.

Dong Wenbing's hand holding the handle of the knife tightened, sweat broke out in his palm, and his heart shrank suddenly. He rushed over with the intention of begging for death, whether he was killed by random arrows or killed by a cannonball at the head of the city, he didn't care very much, and shouted at the head of the city to fight alone, but he said it so casually, it seemed a little heroic.

When Zhao Tianyou tapped his toes on the corpse in the moat, the two Tengsheng stood in front of his horse, looking at him with a steady smile, and felt an inexplicable fear in his heart. It seems that the person in front of him is from hell, and as soon as he appears, he has an incomparably murderous aura, which makes Dong Wenbing, who came to beg for death, have the idea of being afraid.

"Who is coming, please report your surname, Dong will let you die a happy death!"

Zhao Tianyou laughed and said, "Do you want me to die happily?" I'm Zhao Tianyou, I don't want you to die a happy death, I will definitely let you die very slowly. And these soldiers under your command, look at the wounded soldiers lying on the ground, if not ten thousand, but eight thousand, because they are your men, they will obediently wait here for death, and do not want to send someone to rescue them at night. ”

"Why? Do I know you? ”

Dong Wenbing was puzzled, what's the matter, why is it really external?

"I'll tell you later! You'll know very well. Zhao Tianyou slowly pulled out the scimitar, held the handle of the knife with both hands, and raised it high.

"Hey!"

From the dantian exhalation, Zhao Tianyou jumped into the air as if he was flying, and Dong Wenbing, who was originally condescending, was now at his feet.

Splitting Huashan head-on is a knife down, Dong Wenbing has a knife in his hand and hurriedly raises it to meet it, he didn't expect Zhao Tianyou to be able to jump so high, and the person will be on his head at once under the horse.

"Click!" There was a crisp sound of gold and iron, the knife in Dong Wenbing's hand broke in two, and in a panic, the knife was interrupted and continued to rise, stabbing towards Zhao Tianyou in the air, ready to fight for both defeats when he was dying.

Zhao Tianyou seemed to stop in mid-air, and the scimitar in his hand deflected, slashing off Dong Wenbing's right arm.

It's too late for Dong Wenbing to dodge, he leaned back suddenly, dodging his arm but not his wrist, and his right hand was cut off with the broken knife at the wrist.

"Oops."

Dong Wenbing screamed in surprise, endured the severe pain and pulled out a one-foot-three-inch short knife from his waist with his left hand, raised his arm and waved it violently, and threw out the flying knife at Zhao Tianyou, who was falling on his body. At this time, Zhao Tianyou couldn't borrow his strength, the long knife's moves were already old, and the body that was landing couldn't dodge at all, and he was about to be hit by the flying knife in a flash.

"Smack!"

Zhao Tianyou gently fell to the side of Dong Wenbing's war horse, and with a wave of the knife in his right hand, the majestic tall horse was cut into several pieces, Dong Wenbing didn't react for a while, and fell into the broken corpse of the war horse.

The delicate short knife was sandwiched between Zhao Tianyou's fingers, which stunned Dong Wenbing, who was covered in blood and viscera, and everyone used two fingers to clamp the flying knife he threw with all his might, he didn't dare to imagine how much strength it needed.

Slippery and bloody, Dong Wenbing struggled to get up, the sharp pain in his right hand made him clench his teeth, supported the slippery ground with his left hand, and stood up tremblingly. The next step must be Zhao Tianyou's head-on knife and cut off his head to end his life, so he has to die standing like a warrior.

"Come on, haha! I've never been afraid of death, and the warriors of the Great Khan die like heroes, haha! ”

Dong Wenbing's hideous and twisted face was stained with blood, and his eyes glared at Zhao Tianyou, looking forward to the last knife.

"Okay, you're not afraid of death, then I'll fulfill you!"

The scimitar in Zhao Tianyou's hand swung forward, Dong Wenbing's left hand fell to the ground, and before he could scream out of his throat, the top of his head was knocked by the back of Zhao Tianyou's knife, and he lost consciousness with wide eyes.

"General! The general is dead, go back to the camp, go back to the camp! ”

Several of Dong Wenbing's personal guards did not follow the team back to the camp, but watched Dong Wenbin rush to the city outside the battlefield, everyone knew that he was begging for death, and even his own soldiers were not willing to accompany him to his life in vain.

They were just about to leave, but they saw Zhao Tianyou carrying Dong Wenbing, crossing the moat very lightly, and bolting Dong Wenbing to his body.

"Ahh What does it mean? Get General Dong's body to the city. ”

They naturally didn't understand the meaning of Zhao Tianyou's doing, that is, Ling Zhen at the head of the city and the soldiers of the firearms battalion didn't know what Zhao Tianyou was doing when he got the corpse.

"He's not dead, he's still alive, hurry up and stop the bleeding for him, two wrists, take some gunpowder to coat it."

Zhao Tianyou arranged for the soldiers to tie Dong Wenbing's knife to a wooden shelf, and his limbs were tied so strong that he couldn't move at all, and then stretched out Xinxiang to the gunpowder applied to his wrist.

"Ahh

With a shocking scream, Dong Wenbing woke up and turned around.