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Nangong Hua stopped suddenly, she only saw that the cylindrical iron pipe in Chen Zhongqing's hand burst out with a dazzling spark, and the pipe was smoking. Without warning, the two hulking Assassins fell to the ground, their chests turned a shocking blood-red, and the splatters of iron shattered their chests under the burst of gunpowder.

If the previous move was shocking, at this time it was an impressive look at the great talent of Hangzhou.

Chen Zhongqing looked at the reddened iron pipe mouth, and touched the shoulder that was sore by the recoil, and felt completely unable to hold on to such a little gunpowder.

"Isn't it still powerful enough?"

Due to the development restrictions of the times, even if he is a traverser, he can only achieve the step of dying within ten steps. He poked his head out to look at the two who had fallen to the ground, and the one who had hurt his heart was already angry and breathless. Because the two of them were extremely close to each other, one left and one right, and because of the close-range scattering, the person on the left was hit in the chest, while the person on the right directly tore his lungs.

The air in his lungs was quickly emptied, and the dead man of Hu felt a rope tighten his throat, and the person was completely out of breath, he clutched the knife tightly, and wanted to stand up, but the pain made the whole person slowly paralyzed.

Zanxian looked at the dead man in front of him who fell in front of him, and was so frightened that the ghost cried wolf, and there was a sound of ticking water in the crotch of his pants.

Chen Zhongqing dropped the iron pipe assault rifle in his hand, took out the crossbow arrow from behind his waist, tightened the string, and walked straight to the dead soldier who did not lose his breath.

"Even if I'm dead...... Someone else will kill you too...... Kill all your Han Chinese...... Ha ha. Kill all of you inferior ......"

Before the dead man who fell to the ground could finish speaking, Chen Zhongqing shot an arrow through his head, and the crossbow arrow was directly nailed to the wooden floor, piercing the three-inch-thick floor.

In the end, he just took a sip with an indifferent expression and whispered, "Noise." ”

When Chen Zhongqing turned around to deal with the others, his eyes happened to catch a glimpse of Zanxian Guan who had fallen to the ground in a panic, reloaded the bow and crossbow, and tightened the string. said flatly, "It's not the safest to run out of the door now, no one knows if there will be other dead people still in ambush, if I were you, you would go under the table and pretend to be dead, believe me a great talent, wetting your pants and pretending to be dead is not a shameful decision." ”

Zanxianguan, who was originally unable to give the other party a good look, could only listen to his words at this time, fell to the ground and closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.

Chen Zhongqing picked up the iron pipe on the ground and stuffed the paper-wrapped gunpowder back into the barrel. After filling, while guarding the layers of dead soldiers surrounded on the stage, he helped those who had no time to escape to evacuate from the Heming Tower.

It seems that their eyes are only fixed on "Ye Guozhu", and they have no interest in other people at all.

Nangong Hua didn't know that all this was a set up at this time, and after seeing that there was no temporary safety around, she hurriedly walked towards Chen Zhongqing, pulled his sleeve, and said hurriedly, "Chen Gongzi hurry up and follow me, these are assassins who kill people without blinking, you can get away with killing one or two, but you definitely can't deal with a group of people, it's better to leave it to the government to solve it, don't be a hero." ”

She pulled Chen Zhongqing's sleeve, but the other party didn't move.

Nangong Hua hesitated and shouted, "Gongzi Chen? ”

Chen Zhongqing turned around and said with a smile to the girl behind him, "Nangong girl, hurry up, I'll be fine." ”

Nangong Hua said anxiously, "But ......"

"It's fine."

Chen Zhongqing's composure calmed the other party's anxiety. Nangong Hua saw that she had made up her mind and gradually calmed down, left the other party's sleeve, and said bluntly, "Since Childe is not leaving, then I will not leave either." ”

The hooded "Ye Guozhu" on the stage slowly took off his hat, and his face slowly emerged in the light, but it was not the old man they remembered, but another man who had never seen him before, calmly looking at the assassins surrounding him.

Chen Zhongqing, who was standing in the audience watching this wonderful show, suddenly widened his eyes, and subconsciously clenched the musket with both hands.

Song Guanzi, who had no last resort, spread out his hands and said to the dead man with a calm expression, "It's a pity that everyone present will not appear tonight, you ran away in vain." ”

The dead man tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, unmoved.

However, the next sentence made the Hu people present look at each other.

"Even the things in the carriage don't even have a chance to be transported out of the Southern Jin Dynasty."

Song Guanzi counted one step in the carriage, but did not count that someone was one step ahead of him.

Ambushed in the woods, the cardinal's spy crawled in the mosquito-infested grass, restless and patiently waiting for the carriage to appear.

There was a sound in the woods, and the sound of the wheels of the carriage turning from far to near.

The moment the figure of the carriage appears in the trap, they will immediately surround it.

In the darkness, the coachman, dressed in a short shirt, lowered his head and leaned against the carriage, without moving. The hat covered his face and he couldn't see clearly, and his left hand was still holding the whip tightly.

The cardinal's assassin drew his long knife from his waist, and the cold glow shone in the moonlight, and the haystacks suddenly dispersed, turning into grass clippings fluttering in the wind. Two black shadows jumped up from the haystack and stabbed directly at the coachman, without any mud and water.

At the same time, more than a dozen people emerged from the hidden trees, their mouths covered with black cloths, and their blades aimed at the people in the carriage. The woods were quiet only with the sound of the wind blowing and the restless tapping of the horses, conveying panic and fear.

The coachman's hat slipped down, revealing a purple-blue face with a hideous expression, and the reclining fulcrum finally couldn't support the stiff body, and slowly fell down the edge of the carriage.

The edge of the dagger stayed an inch on his chest, and the spies of the Cardinal Division stopped the assassination. He cautiously reached out his hand to the other's nostrils, but did not detect any breath.

The corpses of the people in the carriage were stiff and had been dead for some time.

The spy of the Cardinal Division immediately sensed that the situation was not good, and he whispered to the people around him, "It's not good, someone has taken the lead, our bait is gone, go and report to Lord Song." ”

The faces of the rest changed suddenly.

The cardinal spy who rushed into the carriage first opened the curtain, which was densely packed with information collected by Northern Liao from the Southern Jin Dynasty in recent years, and these piles of information were not the focus of the Cardinal Division, he only wanted to know the list of the two Zhejiang roads to the enemy, this thing was the most important.

At the moment when the spy of the Cardinal Division lifted the curtain, the carefully designed lead in the carriage was ignited the moment the curtain was lifted, and in the dark carriage, the sparks of the ignited lead were splashed everywhere, which was particularly dazzling, and the spy of the Cardinal Division widened his eyes and stared at the fast-moving starlight spot, and by the time he realized what it was, it was too late.

In the layers of paper, there are stacks of explosives!

There was a loud bang, like a dazzling spark blooming in the darkness, and the entire carriage was blown apart, and the cardinal spy standing on the carriage and the body of the coachman flew out like a paper harrier with a broken thread, and fell heavily to the ground.

The frightened horses suddenly neighed, pulled the burning carriage out of control, and galloped off into the distance.

Only the confetti in the sky remained, and under the burning light of the fire, it was like flying fireflies fluttering all over the sky.