However, in an instant, the blood of the three people was splashed on the snow, and the corpses were on the spot. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

An Bozhu stood behind Zhang Baoer and couldn't help but applaud loudly.

Uncle Hua held his sword and pressed towards the Guandi Temple step by step.

Zhang Baoer stood in place with her hands in her hands, as if she was looking at something that had nothing to do with her.

The sound of breaking the sky "whoosh" and "whoosh" sounded, and the feather arrow attacked Zhang Bao'er with a strong wind. An Bozhu took a step forward, the blade flew over, the knives were connected continuously, and they were guarded into a fan, and the feather arrows were blocked one by one.

Uncle Hua took a deep breath, jumped up with strength, and stood on the steps of Emperor Guan's temple with two ups and downs, and was inserted between the archers. Before the archers could react, they saw the sword light flying around them like umbrellas. Immediately after that, the sword light changed to blood light, and several archers rolled down the steps without saying a word. The remaining dozen rebels swarmed up, swords and spears came out, and Uncle Zhao Hua smashed them. Uncle Hua rolled the long sword, and the blade cut through the air, and the sound was piercing.

The crowd at the bottom of the stairs was stunned, Uncle Hua's sword light splashed away, enclosing the space of Zhangxu, almost only seeing the cold light and flames flashing, and there was no figure at all, and they couldn't hear the gold and iron fighting inside, and it was faintly the sound of the wind and the chaos.

When the sword light dissipated, people had not yet come back to their senses, and the corpses of the rebels were spread on the steps of Emperor Guan's temple. The leader was still alive, but his ears were missing, and his face was bleeding all over his body. He had a broken leg and could only kneel on the ground, his stomach cracked, and he wailed bitterly.

Uncle Hua stabbed him in the heart. There was silence in front of the Guandi Temple for a while.

Ke Xiaoqian also wanted to shout for Uncle Hua loudly, but seeing that the crowd was so dead and silent that no one made a sound, he had to close his open mouth again.

In the middle of the night, an old man in the crowd pointed his finger at Zhang Bao'er, and his voice trembled: "You...... You...... You've killed Kejiazhen!"

Uncle Hua was angry, An Bozhu was angry, they helped the people of Kejia Town kill all the rebels in the town, which can be regarded as saving the lives of the old and young people in Kejia Town, but these people in Kejia Town not only did not have the slightest gratitude, but they were appalled by the slaughter they brought to the town.

The people of the town are very likely to capture them and send them to Cui Wenli's camp. But who dares to move? In the eyes of hundreds of knives, Zhang Baoer and the three of them turned their backs, stepped on the snow on the ground step by step, accompanied by blood marks, and walked out of the town, never looking back.

Ke Xiaoqian quietly followed out of the town, stopped Zhang Bao'er, and knocked three times. Knocking his head, Fan Qian didn't let Zhang Bao'er hold it, straightened up, and knocked down three more ringing heads.

"Good man, please, good people do it to the end, hurry up and find Ke Xiong, to save hundreds of lives in Kejia Town, this is the only way."

Zhang Bao'er responded without thinking, and only said: "I was about to look for him." ”

After sending Ke Xiaoqian away, Zhang Baoer looked at An Bozhu: "Deputy General An, you take your subordinates, find a place to stay, and I will come back to meet you!" ”

An Bozhu shook his head and said, "I have to go with you, my lord, those people can take them with you!" ”

Among the twenty people brought by An Bozhu, among them was his son An Sishun, who really responded to the sentence "Fighting tiger brothers and going into battle father and son soldiers".

"It's inconvenient to go to Kexiong's camp with too many people, it's enough for me and Uncle Hua to go, you better stay!"

An Bozhu stubbornly shook his head and said: "No, before leaving, Xue Shuai specially explained, even if we are all dead, we must ensure your safety, I must go with you, my lord." Besides, there is nothing inconvenient about me being alone! ”

Zhang Baoer had no choice but to take him and Uncle Hua on the road.

There was no one on the official road, only three people galloped to Ke Xiong's camp, and Zhang Baoer had to see Ke Xiong. In fact, Zhang Baoer didn't know where the camp was, Ke Xiaoqian could only roughly point out a direction, but as long as he could meet Ke Xiong's subordinates in this direction, everything would be easy.

These thoughts flashed between the lightning and flint, Zhang Bao'er suddenly felt the saddle sinking, and immediately let go of the reins, his body flew out upside down, and he fell to the ground in a volley. Looking at the mount again, it was a mistake in the hoof, and it flipped out halfway forward, and fell heavily on the road, only to let out a long and miserable hiss.

Uncle Hua's body frustrated, and the sword light burst out, forcing out the rebels who were stumbling in the forest.

"Stop!"

Uncle Hua was about to make a killing move, but when he heard Zhang Bao'er's shouting, he took a beating in his hand, retracted the sword, and stopped in place.

There are four rebels in total, and the tallest is not as tall as Uncle Hua's chest. The four faces were black and dirty, and they all tied their ragged clothes into short bundles on their bodies, and they did not let go of their knives. There is a clear one that is not as high as two knives. They are all children, the oldest is no more than twelve or thirteen years old! But look at the looks on the faces of these four children, it is clear that they have been weathered for a long time, and they have even been killed! There are also gods, all of whom are as calm as veterans of the killing field, and bloodthirsty as beasts grabbing food!

Four pairs of eyes, four knives, all pointed at Uncle Hua.

Zhang Baoer's heart was churning, and he suddenly remembered those child slaves in Luzhou.

But I saw the four children shouting in unison, raising their knives and rushing up together. Uncle Hua took a breath, frowned, flipped his wrist lightly, and a sword blade rolled out. The four knives flew into the air, and the ping-pong fell to the ground.

The four children did not panic, picked up the knife again, gritted their teeth, formed a column of their own, and attacked again.

The blade of the sword flashed, and the four children only felt a strong surge in front of them, and they couldn't stand on their feet, and one by one they fell back seven or eight steps and fell to the ground. When I got up and wanted to touch the knife again, I felt that the weight in my hand was suddenly lighter. Take a closer look, the four knives were broken by their handles, and they saw broken blades all over the ground, mixed with crystal dazzling in the snow, and each knife was cut into three or four pieces by Uncle Hua.

The children's eyes were red, and it seemed as if blood was going to flow from their eyes. The four children struggled to get up, threw down the handle of the knife, cursed in their mouths, and threw themselves at Uncle Hua with their bare hands.

Uncle Hua frowned, put the knife into the sheath, and kicked it over one by one. The strength of this kick was not small, and it hurt so much that several children were all over their internal organs, rolling on the ground, and unable to get up. Uncle Hua picked up the children from the ground one by one and slapped them firmly.

Zhang Baoer pressed one of the children to the ground and asked, "...... you?"

I only said these two words, but I couldn't ask again.

What to ask?

Where are your parents?

How did you become thieves?

How can you become like a normal child and stop killing people with knives like this?

Zhang Baoer was originally an orphan, and she has been wandering around for so many years, and she knows very well about the bitterness and bitterness in it. His heart was blocked, and then he was angry, such a small child was also involved in the most tragic life and death killing!

But when he saw the child pressed on the ground, there was no trace of remorse on his face, only hateful glaring at him, and a pair of eyes became more and more red.

Zhang Baoer still wanted to ask, but finally held back, after all, she didn't know what to ask...... They are still children......

But I heard a voice from behind: "You don't have to ask, you can't ask, they can't remember." ”

An Bozhu was startled, drew a knife with his backhand, and blocked Zhang Baoer and the four children behind him.