Chapter 47: Crises (1)
Niu Xiaozhuang was watching happily, and suddenly saw Zhang Wei admitting defeat, and he was very surprised. Gu Erhei smiled and sighed, "It seems that I ate this red pill for nothing." ”
Zhang Yun was stunned, and immediately said: "That's it, General Ben sees that you are also a hero, so I will spare your life, if you dare to pretend to be a repeat offender in the imperial court, I will punish you severely!" Zhang Yun's words are full of loopholes, how can anyone be bored to pretend to be a repeat offender in the court? But it is to warn the soldiers behind him not to leak the news.
Zhang Wei was naturally very grateful, until Zhang Yun led the cavalry and went south in a hurry, then he hugged Gu Niu and the two laughed loudly, and a thought disaster passed like this.
When the three of them returned to the camp, they saw that it was a mess, and the caravan was gone. Niu Xiaozhuang said hurriedly: "They are really leaving, and they don't say that they will leave someone to pick us up!" What can I do? Gu Er**: "What should I do, it's getting late now, we'll spend the night here, and wait until tomorrow to buy a few horses in Longzhong, and we can catch up at noon!" ”
Zhang Wei thought for a while and said, "If Zhang Yun goes back and reports our whereabouts, then the pursuers of the Kuai family will definitely guess the route of the caravan, if they let them catch up, I am afraid that they will not be so lucky!" ”
Gu Er**: "That's also unimaginable, now that we are trapped in this wilderness, there is not even a family, so we will stay for one night!" What's more, the medicinal properties of the red pill have passed, and I am very tired now! After saying that, he yawned, found a place and fell asleep.
Early the next morning, the three of them rode three bantam horses and went straight along the road to Shandu. Niu Xiaozhuang rode the pony that was just over his waist, and said step by step: "We have been chasing this pony for more than two hours, and we haven't even seen a figure. ”
Gu Er**: "Some of the rides are already good, why don't you go down and run, and I will ride these two horses instead?" Niu Xiaozhuang turned his head and said, "Ah, the sun is so bright today!" Look, there's gold! ”
Zhang Wei smiled: "Xiao Zhuang, such a simple trick, I went to elementary school... Ah no, I stopped playing when I was six! ”
Niu Xiaozhuang urged him to step forward, picked up a yellow hairpin from the ground and said, "Look, is it gold?" When I'm done with this errand, I'll have to walk this way when I come back! After saying that, he bit it gently, and then cracked his big mouth, hehe's happy.
Zhang Wei glanced at it, couldn't help but be stunned, and said, "Why is this hairpin so familiar?" Gu Erhei snatched the hairpin over, looked at it carefully, and said, "Don't blame you for being familiar, this is what you have in your box, Wu Er still stuck it on his head before." Oops, isn't the enemy already catching up? ”
As Gu Erhei expected, the caravan was attacked by Zhou Wu and others in the early morning of the same day, and suffered heavy casualties. Steward Zhao took Zhao Yudan, Qin'er and others, fought and retreated under the protection of the yellow-clothed warriors, and was intercepted in a valley. The caravan escorts fled to death, and only more than 20 people remained, relying on the carriage to form a formation to confront the pursuers.
Zhou Wu walked out with a smile, looked at the gap between the number of enemies and me, and said proudly: "Miss Zhao, I haven't seen you for many days, I miss Zhou so much, I don't know if I can come out to talk!" ”
Steward Zhao jumped out of the formation and said angrily: "You mountain bandits, you also accompany the conversation with my young lady?" What's the fart, hurry up! ”
Zhou Wu was not angry, hugged his fists, and said slowly: "It's Steward Zhao, fortunately, fortunately." I have heard that Zhao's kung fu is first-class, but I don't know how many of us can be stopped by your own strength? Thirty? Fifty? Or a hundred and two hundred? Haha, I'm afraid that we people are standing here and letting you cut it, and you won't be able to kill it all! ”
Steward Zhao spat out a mouthful of saliva and said, "Phew, there are hundreds of dead souls under my command, even if I can't kill you bed bugs, God won't let you go!" These words are quite heroic and short-breathed.
Zhou Wu dusted off the dust on his clothes and said, "I won't say anything more, as long as you hand over Miss Zhao and Miss Qin'er, you and those few people in yellow clothes will kowtow to Uncle and me three more times, and I will not remember the villain's mistakes, and let you live, how about it?" ”
Steward Zhao was furious, raised the Xuantie rod, and slammed it down at Zhou Wu's top and bottom.
Zhou Wu knew that he was not an opponent, so he hurriedly rolled to the side, but he didn't know that Steward Zhao's smashing was just a false move, and before the stick landed, he quickly changed his move to a sweep. Zhou Wu only felt that a strong wind was coming, and there was no way to avoid it, so he had to draw his knife to block it, and with a bang, the big knife almost got out of his hand, and the whole person flew off the ground to fight, and he could stand firmly, looking very embarrassed.
Steward Zhao laughed and said, "Nameless rats, dare to make mistakes!" The yellow-clothed warrior hurriedly stood behind Steward Zhao, adding to his authority.
Zhou Wu twisted Zhenma's arm and said with a smile: "Forget it, anyway, the master wants those two **s, and it shouldn't matter if you kill the others." He straightened his right hand, signaled to the rest of the people not to come, then took out a small pill, ate it into his mouth, and said with a strange smile: "Let's make a conclusion, let you know my true strength!" ”
A yellow-clothed warrior said: "What a thief can't worry about, if you don't work to take care of things, I'll take his life!" After that, he rushed over with a long sword in his hand, the two had fought each other last time, and he knew something about Zhou Wu's strength and moves. The sword-wielding samurai had been practicing diligently these days, and his attainments were better than before, and he thought that he would be defeated today.
The yellow-clothed warrior was lucky, and stabbed Zhou Wu in the chest with his sword, but he didn't know that Zhou Wu took the pill, and the fighting spirit suddenly skyrocketed, completely judging the two of them, at this time, the yellow-clothed warrior wanted to recruit too late, the two sides only made a mistake, and the yellow-clothed warrior's chest cracked a big hole, and the plasma gushed out, and he was desperate.
Zhou Wuwei said with a strange smile: "This is the end of underestimating my strength, or a few of you will go up together, so I won't have to spend a lot of time!" The other three yellow-clothed warriors were furious when they heard this, and formed a formation to kill them, and the two sides only fought for a dozen rounds, and the samurai with the double halberd was cut off by a knife, and after seven or eight rounds of fighting, the samurai with a heavy hammer snorted and broke his neck bone, and the last samurai was also killed, and fell straight to the ground.
Zhou Wu was covered in blood, his voice became more sharp, and his eyes were red: "The surname is Zhao, it's your turn!" Let me give you a taste of my awesomeness! As he spoke, he rushed towards Steward Zhao like an off-string arrow.
Steward Zhao didn't dare to slack off, and picked up the black iron rod to meet him. Zhou Wu seemed to be crazy, cutting and slashing again, a tiger's head knife was extremely fast, the offensive was pressed by a wave, and Steward Zhao had to defend steadily, although he was not defeated, but there was no room for counterattack at all, and the advantages and disadvantages were clear at a glance.
After more than a dozen rounds, Zhou Wu's panting began to become more and more intense, and every breath would drive his throat to make a whirring sound, the blue tendons on his face burst out, the blood vessels dilated, and his face was very terrifying. The strength of the moves became more and more fierce, and with each slash, the Xuantie rod was rubbed with bursts of sparks, and Steward Zhao's defense became more and more difficult, and he couldn't stop retreating.
Zhou Wu suddenly shouted, the sound was not like shouting, but like the sound of a throat tearing, and then jumped high, puffing up his whole body and slashing with his fighting energy. Steward Zhao was horrified, and struggled to raise the iron rod, just waiting for the two sides to fight and burn.
At this critical moment, a black shadow appeared in mid-air, and with a palm of his hand, he flew Zhou Wuzhen to the stone wall. The latter's back hit the protruding rock, and only to hear a click, it turned out to be a broken spine, and blood spurted from his mouth and died.
Everyone was shocked to see that Zhou Wu, who was furious, was actually killed by someone with a palm, and Steward Zhao looked at the black shadow like a god descending in the sky, and his heart was full of hope.
Zhao Yudan saw the battle situation outside clearly from the formation, the four yellow-clothed warriors were killed by Zhou Wu alone, except for a little surprise, she did not show a trace of nervousness, but at this time, looking at the black shadow in the air, she frowned unexpectedly, as if facing a great enemy.
Xiao Ming was by Qin'er's side, and when he saw Zhou Wu being killed, he cheered loudly, pulled Qin'er's sleeve, pointed to the black shadow and said: "It must be the master who is here, I have seen the master's strength, and he has finally returned to a normal state!" ”
Qin'er smiled and didn't speak, because he felt that this breath was very strange, and there was an indescribable strangeness.
In front of everyone's eyes, the black shadow fell freely in the middle of the two formations, with his back to Steward Zhao. There was a commotion in the enemy camp, followed by cheers.
The black shadow turned around slowly, with a handsome face, smiled slightly, revealing a mouthful of white and neat teeth, and said: "Steward Zhao is really good, but since I'm here, I don't think I have to fight anymore!" ”
When Steward Zhao saw this person's appearance, he couldn't help but take a step back in surprise and said, "Kuai Shao? How are you? You've done this to your own men! ”
Kuai Shao said with a smile: "I can't defeat you even if I eat the Dragon Pill, what's the use of me keeping such a waste, it's just a waste that will damage our sharpness in vain!" His words were an understatement, but people felt chills all over their bodies when they heard it, and looking at Kuai Shao's handsome and chic appearance, it seemed that he had seen a demon that had destroyed human nature.
Steward Zhao looked at the corpse of the yellow-clothed warrior on the ground, turned around and looked at the frightened brown-clothed guard, secretly gritted his teeth, took out a pill, and ate it too, and said, "Kuai Shao, what are your intentions to attack us again and again?" ”
Kuai Shao laughed twice and said, "Steward Zhao, you don't have to use words to delay time, I'll give you a quarter of an hour, I want to see what kind of elixir a master of alchemy like Steward Zhao will concoct!" With that, he stood in the middle of the field with his hands behind his back, and looked at the women in the array with a pair of squinting eyes.
Steward Zhao secretly endured, and suddenly, a hot current in his abdomen changed his whole body, his spirit was lifted, and he breathed a long sigh of relief and said: "Kuai Shao, you are so big, today is your burial place!" ”