Han Youniang used a wind and fire stick, and stood at the head of the city with the gunner who had abandoned the cannon and grabbed the knife and gun to defend against the enemy, and looked at Yang Ling from time to time, seeing that he actually picked up the gun and pounced on the tartar, almost frightened. Xianggong is a scholar, and his body is weak, I'm afraid that an ordinary strong man can't beat him, how can he be these Tartar opponents who kill people without blinking? She swept a blow over the shoulder of a Tartar who had just jumped up to the city, knocked him down, and then pulled out her foot and gave chase.

There are not too many fancy fights between friends and enemies on the battlefield, it is completely the simplest and most direct slashing and assassination action, but as soon as he hands it over, Yang Ling knows that it is not the same thing at all, his strength and speed cannot be compared with these people who have been galloping on the battlefield all year round, a Tatar with a knife has just wiped the neck of a soldier, and with a pick, he slashed the gun in Yang Ling's hand.

With a loud shout, the big knife was chopped down, Yang Ling looked at the big knife and chopped it down, and just thought in his heart: "Here, I'm going to die again, where is the young lady?" He couldn't hide, so he didn't want to hide, at this moment of death, he just wanted to see the young lady again.

The head was only halfway twisted, and he saw it, and saw Han Youniang swooping towards him like a female leopard guarding a calf, the scarf on her head had fallen off, her braids were flying in the wind, and her face was swollen and red like a peach blossom.

The person and the stick almost became a straight line, and with a snort, the end of the stick had already nodded towards the top of Yang Ling's head. With a "bang" sound, the big knife that could be slashed to the top of the head was obliquely pointed on the knife surface by Han Youniang, and she was stunned to hit the big knife that went straight down, and split a deep scratch on the ground.

When Han Youniang arrived, her left shoulder hit the ground, and she rolled forward, raised her stick, and slammed it on the Tatar's chest. The strength of this stick is so great, the man kicked back a few steps, and before he could stand firmly, Han Youniang twisted his waist in steps, followed up with two steps, "pop papa", the stick split like the wind, the left neck, the right neck, the forehead, and the lower yin, a stick made a storm, and the person didn't even have the kung fu to knock down and wail.

Yang Ling was also stunned, only to see Han Youniang's stick spin around, holding the middle of the whistle stick, the tip of the stick swept past Yang Ling's chest, bringing a burst of wind, the figure turned, the hand had slipped to the head of the stick, the whole stick was like a flying leopard's tail, and it was slammed under the throat of the Tatar, Yang Ling clearly heard the click of the broken throat bone, and the stick actually knocked the huge body into the air, flipped over on the city, and fell down the city.

Her moves are fierce and fierce, the stick is fast and ruthless, dazzling, and the footwork is even more vigorous and powerful, seeing a human head emerging from the city, the tip of the stick is pointed forward, like a halberd, a stick is pointed at the center of the man's eyebrows, and the man didn't even see the enemy clearly, so he planted it on his back again.

Han Youniang took the stick and retreated, retreated to Yang Ling's side, her knees were weak, she almost fell to the ground, and hurriedly used the stick to the ground, which stabilized her body. Yang Lingzheng was dumbfounded, seeing that her little face had turned pale, and sweat was breaking out on her forehead, she was so frightened that she hurriedly hugged her and said, "Young lady, what's wrong with you, where are you injured?" Where was the injury? ”

Han Youniang said in a trembling voice: "Xianggong, the young lady is fine, it's just that knife, it scared me to death, woo woo", there was nothing wrong with the party, she was so frightened that she cried bitterly.

Jiang Bin only then realized that this young offspring with excellent martial arts was actually a girl, and said that she had just killed someone, so she was scared, he waved his knife and cut down a few Tartars one after another, and laughed and said: "What are you afraid of, Lao Tzu's legs cramped when he went to the battlefield for the first time, and it was the sentry commander who pinched my neck and forced me to rush forward, so you won't be afraid to kill a few more."

He jumped up on the city wall, kicked the next enemy chief who had just climbed up, slashed wildly with his saber in his hand, and cut off the wooden ladder tied to the rope with a few swords, and several Tartar soldiers who had just climbed halfway down screamed and fell.

At one time, the arrows under the city were like rain, shooting towards Jiang Bin, Jiang Bin stood at the head of the city and danced with two swords in his hands, and even blocked all those sharp arrows, seeing that the leading generals were so brave, the morale of the soldiers who had already sprouted cowardice around them was suddenly shocked, and the offensive of the Tartar soldiers was suppressed for a while.

Han Youniang helped Yang Ling and said, "Xianggong, you go upstairs quickly."

Yang Ling stomped his feet in annoyance, fuck, this is really not able to lift the hand or the shoulder, it is useless, except for throwing stones down, even the bow and arrow, which is not something that people like themselves who have never touched can play.

Yang Ling also has self-knowledge, he was almost hacked to death by someone just now, seeing that Han Youniang was scared of himself, he no longer had to be reckless, so he obediently avoided going upstairs, and asked anxiously before leaving: "I didn't expect your martial arts to be so good, what kind of stick method is this?" ”

Han Youniang's face turned red, and she said for a moment: "Daddy taught it, and the young lady doesn't know." Seeing him enter the Yue Lou, Han Youniang was relieved, and immediately rushed back with a stick to fight side by side with Jiang Bin, where the gap was opened by the Tartar, they would be as fast as thunder with a knife and a stick, and they would soon be able to suppress the Tartar.

Jiang Bin is brave and martial, Yang Ling has seen it with his own eyes, but he couldn't imagine that Han Youniang's martial arts are so outstanding, a wind and fire stick is in her hand, splitting and sweeping, the stick shadow is flying, dancing like a dragon, I really can't imagine that a little girl who is usually so soft and timid, now she is like a fierce lion with her teeth and claws.

Yang Ling saw that his fists were clenched and his heart was excited, and he secretly made up his mind that if he could not die today, he must learn this stick method from her. He was seeing that his blood was boiling, someone next to him patted his shoulder, and when he looked back, he saw that the king master came to follow, his face was blue and black, and Yang Ling was so smoked by the fire that only his eyes were white, and the two of them were like a pair of little ghosts.

He approached Yang Ling, but his eyes looked directly at the soldiers who were fighting hand-to-hand everywhere, as if he was inspecting the enemy situation side by side with him, but he whispered in his mouth: "Master Yang, what you did is not wrong, this is a last resort, colleagues will not say irresponsible opinions, but you have to be careful of Ma Yicheng."

Yang Ling was stunned, and also whispered: "Why should you be careful of him?" ”

The king showed a smile like crying and said: "Yi Cheng is a small official who is not in the stream, why do you say that he is on an equal footing with the county magistrate?" ”

He coughed twice and said quickly: "Our Ming Yicheng is all a secret agent of Jinyiwei, be careful."

"Jin Yiwei?" Yang Ling was shocked in his heart, he thought that Jinyiwei were all the internal guards beside the emperor, but he didn't expect that a postmaster and director of the grain depot could actually hang up with Jinyiwei, this Daming's intelligence network is really developed enough.

Thinking of his relationship with Ma Yicheng, he was a little relieved, but he still said with some injustice: "The people under the city clearly can't live, even if they can live, the two sides weigh the lighter, tens of thousands of lives and dozens of lives, can't you tell which is more important?" ”

The king laughed dryly twice and sighed: "Unless you pull all the imperial historians sitting high in the capital to this city, I'm afraid they won't think so." After speaking, the king's master book was quietly removed.

Yang Ling glanced back, only to see Huang Xiancheng and Ma Yicheng standing together and saying something, his eyes touched with himself, and when he saw the concerned eyes, Yang Ling immediately understood that he deliberately entangled Ma Yicheng and asked the king to tell him these words.

He had some doubts in his heart: "I saved his son, is Jinyiwei so ruthless?" Huang Xiancheng immediately instructed me to find an opportunity to show favor to him, cough! Anyway, I won't live long, it's okay if I want to die, it's absolutely impossible if I want to pay for it, otherwise how will my young mother survive? ”

My young lady? Thinking of this, Tianzi No. 1 Scrooge's heart trembled, and he looked up at the edge of the city, only to see the back of Han Youniang waving a whistle stick, and two black braids that hung down to her hips were swinging behind her.

At this moment, Inspector Liu carried the bow and shouted loudly: "The Tartar has been beaten back, the Tartar has been beaten back." Huang Xiancheng and Ma Yicheng, who were talking, hugged each other when they heard this, only to see the Tartar soldiers retreating like a tide, constantly firing sharp arrows at the city as they retreated, covering the retreat of the soldiers who were climbing the siege ladder.

Yang Ling saw that they were advancing and retreating in an orderly manner and were not in a panic, although he didn't understand the formation, he could see that those Tartars were gathered in a chaotic manner, and there were still a few offensive formations faintly, and he couldn't help but blurt out: "What are the Tartars doing?" As long as they attack for a while, they may reach the top of the city, why do they suddenly retreat? ”

Wang Bantou laughed and said, "Master Yang, aren't you afraid of death if you are a Tartar?" These dogs are said to have been killed by us."

Yang Ling felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say why, compared to a few high-spirited civil officials, his thoughts were still clearer, and after thinking about it, he suddenly shouted: "It's not good, are they going to attack the east and west?" We've just pulled out some of the people from the two gates, and there's a single book of strength."

At this time, Jiang Bin also hurried back, on a cold day, he had already taken off his battle robe, his arms were bare, and the double knives in his hands had been curled, and the flesh and blood on them were blurred. After listening to Yang Ling's words, he said: "No, the roads in the east and west cities are narrow, and the city gates are usually not open, and we have few people, and they can't send a large group of men and horses to fight, but I think the Tartars must also have tricks."

Han Youniang ran back, there were a bunch of old men and adults in the building, and it was inconvenient for her to come in, so she stood by the door and looked at Yang Ling, her cheeks were red, and her hair was so wet that she was on her forehead, Yang Ling smiled at her, took two steps forward, and looked at the city with her hand on the canopy.

On the snow, the Tartar soldiers separated a road, with four galloping horses in the middle, dragging two black things towards the front of the city, Yang Ling didn't have time to point out his discovery, Jiang Bin was like a rooster with his neck chopped off, jumped up in a daze, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Fuck! It's a thunderbolt of artillery! ”

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